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mothxmoons · 1 year ago

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Wolf pack!

You’re a wolfwalker. Are you a fable? No. Just what more ancient werewolf stories were based off of, only when you’re asleep does your form take that of a wolf until you return to your sleeping body.

An average day of work, you’d say, rather boring actually, not many people coming in today. The only thing keeping you from not falling asleep was the magazine from the desk, nothing much in there either, though you did enjoy people watching. There was something up with this part of town, not in a creepy small town kind of way, no, no. The people here, besides every average Joe you come across, are different. The way they talk is off when they say certain things or how they act with one another. You’ve seen a few fights, a few tumbles, holes and more and seen them walk away fine.

This is also the only part of New York that has a sheriff that isn’t a policeman. Which is strange but you only ever see him when he comes in to buy his cigarettes, which is rare since he buys them in bulk, also weird but his health isn’t your concern.

Another strange thing was how some people talk to him, most will just brush him off or greet him before continuing on their way, but some will be actively rude to him. Not something you would think of doing when he’s their sheriff, but you’ve never said anything.

There was something strange about this part of town…but then again, you were probably just as strange. A wolfwalker in New York, a wolf in the city, typically that would be cause for concern but thanks to wildlife preservation near where you live just outside the city, so you were fine, you had the city and all the comforts of a human and the outdoors with all the comforts for a wolf. Though…unlike a certain someone who would sometimes be around when the sheriff was in the store, you didn’t think these guys were vampires. You weren’t that crazy. Immortals maybe, but in a different way.

Well…it actually really obvious when you think about it, they didn’t even try to hide things. Come on, Snow White. The sheriff’s name being Bigby Wolf, it’s pretty obvious. Not to mention the whole frog you see walking around sometimes. But who were you to judge? You had a secret too, and you didn’t really think about hiding it, not that anyone could catch you and link it to you. Hell, you were wearing a crest from your family that was closely linked to Wolfwalkers but only people who had that kind of obscure knowledge would know.

Then again, maybe you should be careful around these guys, since they are just a bunch of fairy tale characters all together in a single community so they just might have access to that obscure knowledge. Speak of the devil, there’s Sheriff Bigby.

“Hey sheriff, the usual?” You asked, looking up from the magazine you still held, though you were more zoned out than you were actually reading it.

“Hm, yeah. And this coffee pack, of course.” The tired, scruffy man replied with a small shrug, his eyes caught on the magazine to your hands before finally looking up to your eyes. “That’s an odd ring.”

“Oh, yeah, family heirloom.” You shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant about it as you took his items to ring up for him.

“And I’m guessing it's not a very interesting magazine. You were staring at one page when I walked in.” He commented, gesturing with his head, his hands in his pockets. He was really observant, maybe too observant for your own good.

“No. Slow day, got zoned out.” You said, placing his items, coffee and his favorite brand of cigarettes, into a bag for him. From the way you were around everyone so often and didn’t seem to kick up any fuss about seeing strange things, Bigby was sure you knew, and you didn’t know how you knew he knew. But you were sure.

“Hopefully you’ll have a similar day, Bigby.”

“One can only hope.” He sighed as he took the bag with a deep sigh, placing the money on the counter before walking out the door. He seemed more tired than usual, maybe something happened and he had to clean it up. As per usual.

It wasn’t until you fell asleep in your home did you see him again. You didn’t know why, you never usually venture into the city as a wolf, but something just told you to.

With one last look to your sleeping figure, you slipped out of your home, running down the path, panting as you made it to the sidewalks. Maybe it was the confirmation you wanted, to know what these guys were. Whatever the case, you were a wolf running around the city, knocking some people over and startling a few others but no one seemed bothered. Probably too used to seeing strange things happening to really care. Your nose led you to an alleyway, where a certain sheriff was, like you back at home, laying down. He was on the ground though and seemed a little rougher up and groaning slightly.

You tilted your gaze upwards to see where he fell from, a broken glass on the third story seemed to be your answer. You approached him slowly, sniffing at his face, being the usual bother as he started to come to, pushing your face away as he pulled himself up into a sitting position. He blinked, once, twice and then looked quickly over to you, eyes wide as he stared at you. Your ear flickered with a blink from you, taking a moment to see if he was okay. Your head tilted to the side as you looked him over, he seemed okay, though probably shocked from seeing a wolf in the city, leaning forward to sniff at him again.

“Hey there, pup. What are you doing this far into the city?” Bigby asked, groaning as he stood up, dusting himself off. He leaned forward, to look down at you, your gaze following him closely, his hand slowly coming to your head and rubbing your ears. His hand was so slow, almost scared that you would shy away from him, or get scared and run off, but seeing you stay and lean into his hand he had a different idea. “Say, why don’t you be my little helper for the night?”

Your response of course was a bark and your tail wagging which was shaking your whole body.

“Alright, alright, I get it, pup.” He chuckled, leading you out of the alleyway. “I just need to bring a perp in and then do…a lot of paperwork. If you’re alright with being in my company.”

If you could nod you would, but you could only wag your tail, walking close to him.

Bigby couldn’t explain it, but this random wolf in the city could not be a coincidence, sure, strange things happen all the time here, but this was different. He knows that smell, he’s so sure he’s smelled this wolf before, he just couldn’t place it. As he stalked down the sidewalk, looking for the guy he was searching for, his eyes always started back down to the wolf that stuck by his side without a second thought.

Maybe it was because he himself is a wolf that made this wolf feel so comfortable around him. Or maybe something else was going on, this familiar scent that came from the wolf…he knew it. But where?

His eyes drifted up again to see the guy he was chasing down, the other tweedle twin, whichever one it was. Bigby immediately sprang into a run, alerting the twin to start running to, and he could hear his new wolf friend following closely, probably even faster.

“Atta pup!” He called as the wolf overtook his speed and was right on the heels of the tweedle twin, causing a yelp of shock from the very round man.

“I didn’t know a dog needed a dog!” He yelled as he ran, trying to keep his attention split from running away and keeping his ankles away from the wolf.

The man skidded into an alleyway hoping for an easy escape only for the wolf to not stop its speed and leapt off the wall and onto him, tongue hanging out, having its best life, knocking the tweedle twin to the ground.

“Aw…thanks…pup… whhooo.” Bigby breathed heavily, catching his breath as he jogged over to the wolf. The wolf’s tail was wagging with their tongue hanging out of its mouth as they looked up at him, happy and proud.

“Didn’t know you had your own lap dog. Thought you were the lap dog.” The tweedle twin laughed at him, trying to get up from under the wolf accompanying the sheriff for the night.

“Actually, this here is a wolf. And probably not done growing, I think you got lucky.” Bigby said, grabbing the twin by his arms and heaving him up to start the twin’s walk of shame to the office. The wolf happily trotted after him.

Though Bigby never liked having attention on him, when he put the tweedle twin with his brother in a cell, he did find a sense of humor in the faces of the people waiting outside of Snow’s office. Seeing a wolf…following a wolf. Bigby opened up his office door for the wolf, watching it walk in before sitting down himself, sighing heavily as he pulled out his paperwork.

He doesn’t know how long he had been working on his paperwork, but it seemed to go by quicker with the wolf next to him, snoozing away. Sometimes the wolf would look up to him and set their face on his lap when he groaned or sighed at some of the requests and complaints. Which earned a little rub at the ear, but all things must come to an end.

Bigby was planning on letting the wolf stay with him but he didn’t want to pry the wolf away from the forest like he had been so many years ago. So when the time came to go home, he walked the wolf all the way down to the path to the forest. The wolf wagging its tail still, rubbing around in a circle happily, nuzzling his hand once more before bolting off. Bigby waved at the wolf off with a soft, gentle smile, before heading home, scratching at his neck.

The next day, very early in the morning, Bigby felt like eating something fast to get the rest of his work done before having to go out and patrol for any dangers or complaints. So he went down to the small shop he’d buy his coffee and cigarettes from when he smelled that familiar smell from that wolf last night. He followed the scent closely, maybe it was because he hadn’t smoked his cigarette yet so his senses were sharper now, and now he could see why that wolf smelled so familiar.

His nose led him right to the store, with the shopkeeper outside, opening the door. You. You turned, smiling warmly, knowingly and waved at him, just like how he did to the wolf, before walking into the store. A wide smile still on your face as you looked at him through the window, and in turn, a smile crept up on his face as well.

“Well, I guess I have a reason to start talking to them now.” He said to himself, following after you with a soft smile, finally…he wasn’t the only wolf.

#bigby wolf x reader #the wolf among us x reader #twau x reader #no smut this time #I do have a note down for it though

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who-knew-a-sheep-can-write · 1 year ago

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Let Me Reward You: Bigby Wolf x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Contains: Lingerie, cock riding, gentle sex

You could smell the stress clouding in the air, the stench of sweat and of anxiety and of thinning nerves and dried blood on his knuckle certainly did not mix well with the stench of those cheap cigarettes he continues to smoke nearly every hour on the dot. Exhaustion, fatigue, overloaded nerves and senses, all could be felt by just touching the front door to the small apartment.

If you could even call it that…

But to him - to Bigby - he called it home. He’s called it home for decades, for as long as the Woodlands stood tall in the chaos that was Fabletown, the city in the hidden asscrack of Manhattan. It was his safe place away from the world outside, despite the door to his apartment seems to be pounded on nearly every hour when he’s not in his paper-crowded office. It’s so bad that the phone had to be taken off of the rotary stand, to block out the bullshit that comes across his desk for when he gets home.

It’s hard being the only law enforcement in the town.

You would always see him after a grueling day, how he would trudge into his apartment with stacks of folders tucked under his arm and a newly lit cigarette between his teeth. You would see the scars along his back and shoulders and those barely sticking up from the waistband of his dress slacks, “trophies” for centuries of service. The poor man barely slept four hours max every night before the Crooked Man came up, and now he barely gets three.

You could see the man slowly wuthering in his blue recliner, scribbling away on notepads and files.

“How long has it been since you’ve slept in your bed?”

“Haven’t ever since I bought the mattress.”

That answer haunts you, but, you have proven successful in getting him into bed some nights.

You peered up at the front door opening, noting Bigby’s return with a gentle hum. You placed down a newly organized case file back down on the little round table.

Bigby halted, then looked at you through the corner of his eye, burning cigarette nearly down to his lips. He squinted.

He could smell it. Your perfume, specifically the one you put on when it comes to times like these. You knew him so well by this point in your engagement that you know what smells help set in the mood. He knew the smell well, able to pick out the sleek and sexy bottle from the dark.

Vanilla and rum with a touch of wildflowers.

And then, Bigby had started to notice the clothes you had decided to lounge in.

A black lace bra, holding tight against the curves of your breasts, barely hiding your nipples as the underwire pushed up the cleavage. Little jewels sitting along the lace barely keeping your breasts in order, silver, shining like little full moons in the dim lighting of his apartment. A matching set of lace panties sat high on your waist, leaving little to the imagination when it came to your behind. And sitting right where your belly button should be sat a little silver bow, so small, it was nearly impossible to weave (for Mundies, that is).

“(Y/n),” he murmured.

“I’ve noticed you’ve been stressed lately.” You stood up from the worn wooden chair to stand before him. You eyed the stack tucked under his arm, surprised slightly by how small it was tonight. “You’ve been doing so much, I thought someone should let you know you need to let go.”

Bigby put out the cigarette bud into a spare ashtray and set the folders down next to your organized report.

“You spoil me too much,” Bigby snickered.

You placed your hands on his stiff shoulders. You could feel how locked up he was, all of the knots in his shoulder muscles and you could only assume it was worse everywhere else.

“You deserve this, you know,” you purred, digging your thumbs under his wrinkled dress shirt and into his tangled muscles. You were surprised by the low, longing growl that left Bigby’s lips, but you continued. “You deserve love, Bigby. Love and kindness and happiness.” Bigby placed both hands on the table, not wanting to move. You knew what he was thinking. “I don’t care what others say when they look at you, or what they say to you. You deserve so much for what you do for everyone, and it’s horrible people treat you like a pest.” You got close to his ear, feeling him give into the massaging of his tense shoulders. “Let me love you,” you murmured in his ear.

You loved how he just came apart under you, how he gave into you.

He whined, clawing at the sheets bundled about his head, writhing in pleasure. Sweat shined on his body, his body glistening against the soft light illuminating off of a nearby end table lamp. Heated skin gave off to thick, coarse body hair that seemed to struggle keeping in the rest of the hair lying inside of him. You could feel his heart beating erratically beneath your hands placed over his chest, fingers slotted between his hollowed ribs.

Russet hair splayed out from behind his head, sticking to his face and neck. His face had reddened as he winced at your muscles clenching around his thick girth.

He growled, exhaling, you could see the yellow glow of his eyes against the sheets and the teeth in his mouth now more full, but he made no move to take control.

You raised and lowered yourself down the length of his cock, moaning and throwing your head back to cry out from how deliciously Bigby’s dick filled you up.

You looked at Bigby with half-lidded eyes, noting how he looked at you with such longing before he winced and gasped, clawing at the sheets as you continued to thrust yourself along his length. You could hear him tearing at the sheets with those sharp nails of his, but that situation was for after you both came.

Bigby’s hands flew from the sheets twirled around his large hands to your hips, fingernails digging into your ass, helping you thrust against him. Your shoulders gave out, your hands slipped from Bigby’s broad chest to lay on either side of his head, elbows quaking and you fisted the sheets, your back curling over him.

Hungry lips captured one another, Bigby’s large hands ghosted along your naked spine, nails biting into the sweaty skin and grabbing at your hair as you quickened your pace, thrusting yourself along his dick at a leg-quivering pace.

You felt like your legs would give out before either you or Bigby came, your eyes rolled into the back of your head with a few flutters of your eyelids.

“I love you-” you cut yourself off with a lewd moan and curled your back to dip even further into the thrust -“so much Bigby.”

Bigby had busied himself with your breasts, kissing them like he was worshipping a goddess, soft nips and longing hot kisses in between your soft breasts.

“I-” he growled, twitching and panting as he found himself reaching his climax quickly -“love you.”

You could feel him, you could feel his cock twitching inside of you. Each growl and grunt he made shot right through you, shivering, you could feel your own climax starting to ramp up. You cried out, making each thrust last, rolling your hips and grinding against the base of his cock, you chased your climaxes.

You quickly threw your head back and cried out just as Bigby snatched at your back and sank his claws into your hips, both of you crying.

Everything went white for a moment as you body recoiled and sank, feeling tired all too quickly as white-hot seed spilled into you.

Bigby hummed, helping you lie down on the scratched up sheets. It was his turn to take care of you now, and the look in his eyes teased you, implying a second round would be in order.

#the wolf among us #twau #bigby x reader #bigby wolf x reader #bigby wolf

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getouyuri · 2 months ago

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random aus plaguing my brain

• toji as bigby wolf. gruff, cunning, loner sheriff of fabletown. people respect him but they fear him too, because, well… he’s the big bad wolf. has this bigass wolf form that he shifts into when HEAAAATED. toji’s more than aware of his monstrous nature and how he comes across to people but he wants to leave his past behind— be the person that people rely on to protect them and keep them safe. you’re one of the fables in fabletown that toji slowly falls for

• fem!geto as kikyo. could work as utahime as well but fem!geto fits more imo. she’s a shrine maiden that dedicated her entire life to protecting and purifying the shikon jewel, losing herself and her childhood in the process because she was never allowed to show weakness or humanity. the world has been so, so unkind to her. fem!geto presents herself as a gentle, reliable priestess and shields the rest of herself from the world, believing herself selfish for wanting to be anything else than the role she’s been thrust into and trained for for her entire life. fem!geto eventually dies, haunts the fuck outta the narrative, and is resurrected. etc etc I could go on but I’ll be tame (not). but she’s also a man hater so you and her… tehe… giggles twirls hair… I love girls who love girls

• gojo as daredevil 😗 his dad was a boxer so he was trained to box when he was little (and later, after being blinded, was trained in martial arts by someone else who’s also blind). when he was a kid, he was blinded in the middle of a chemical spill, but the accident gave him superhuman senses. he’s super slick, sauve lawyer that forms a law firm alongside geto, his business partner and bff, and at night he’s daredevil— a vigilante who targets the criminal underworld. no one would guess that a blind lawyer is daredevil; until you find out

• gojo OR geto as dimitri from anastasia, either of them work tbh. gojo/geto is a con artist, looking to find someone to impersonate anastasia so that he can return the ‘missing princess’ to the dowager empress and get a massive reward. you, the actual anastasia who fled the palace years ago and lost your memory, are chosen by gojo/geto to be the perfect impersonator. you journey together and over time, you regain your memories and it’s discovered that gojo/geto used to be one of the kitchen boys at the palace that helped you escape. etc etc

#there’s more I just can’t rmbr them rn…#but these four in particular rotate thru my brain every few days #especially daredevil gojo #mommm aisha’s yapping again #gojo x reader #gojo x you #toji x reader #toji x you #suguru geto x reader #geto x you #geto x reader

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larkscribbles · 5 months ago

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Happy Abomination day everyone! Take a backstory/concept art Bigby! Happy to see the guy of all time return. Haven’t been able to finish his backstory yet so rip. [speedpaint]

#darkest dungeon #darkest dungeon 2 #dd2 #Bigby #abomination #dd #fanart #red hook studios

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joz-yyh · 3 months ago

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Beast Taming - A Rust Sidestory

SUMMARY: It's time for Audrey's big party to get underway and Bigby is the star. Nothing goes according to plan, but perhaps the Houndmaster can help salvage the evening. No beta. Read at your own risk.

RATING: T

PAIRING: Houndmaster x Abomination

WORD COUNT: 3,316

A/N: Sharing this here for @cultofthepigeon!! Thank you so much for liking this ship and entertaining my little story here! Hope you enjoy~

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Paracelsus storming around the banquet hall, glamored in makeup, gloved hands cinched around their full-length dress is something William never thought he'd see in his lifetime.

Their bifoculed face is aimed in his direction, the scientist regarding him, a rarity in itself to behold them without their mask present.

“Did Bigby come this way,” they ask, frantic breath fogging up their round spectacles, huffing in haste of their search.

“Just missed him,” William advises, pointing around his champagne glass, indicating toward the other side of the room.

“Dammit,” the scholar grits out, hiking up their skirt, mud-crusted boots nearly tripping on the long hem that persists in getting in their way.

The dark-haired beauty follows his guide, William finding the juxtaposition comical, taking a casual sip of his drink, letting the brightness bubble on his tongue.

“You can come out now.”

“Are they gone,” a shaky voice asks, it's source resonating from under the fancy table cloth.

“For the moment,” William says, skilled eyes trained on the room, watching for any danger.

With a timid hand, Bigby draws the fabric back, checking his surroundings just to be sure it was safe. Satisfied with the results, he crawls out from his hiding spot.

“How did you know,” the branded vagabond sighs, standing up from his crouch, running a hand along his clothes to look more presentable.

“Old hound masters trick,” he smiles around his mustache, taking another sip of champagne.

“Well, thanks.”

“Don't mention it.”

Bigby smiles in return, relieved to find another person he felt comfortable around. Most of tonight's guests were of the fairer sex, a series of awkward conversations he had not the knowledge to participate in as they talked about the troubles of beauty and the encroaching male gaze.

“Is that stuff any good,” he asks after a beat, watching as the flaxen lawman continues to nurse his drink.

“Not bad,” William says, swirling the golden liquid about, watching it aerate, “but it's a bit dry for my tastes. I prefer sweeter wine.”

With a dashing smirk and effortless chivalry, the hound master offers what remains in his cup to his companion, “Give it a try.”

“Are you sure,’’ the abomination asks, accepting the glass, digits gently wrapping around the other man's fingers, worried about breaking such delicate things.

“Of course,” William says, “if you like it, I can always grab us a few more. Plenty to go around.”

Bigby nods, enjoying that idea. Delicately, he lifts the glass to his lips, the robust flavor pruning the tip of his tongue. William watches on as the lad digests the flavor, his uncharacteristically clean-shaven expression changing as the various notes hit his palate until he finally swallows it down.

“Well,” the blonde prompts, raising a shaggy brow, “what's the verdict?”

“I think it’s growing on me,” he giggles, going back in for more.

“Then, I'll be right back.”

The blonde pardons himself, walking the length of the buffet table, the far end housing more effervescent glasses.

Occupied with his drink, Bigby waits for his companion to return.

He spies Fergus on the opposite end of the floor, the trusty wolfhound never too far behind from her master. Finely-dressed ladies are huddled around the groomed canine, cooing and awwing over her every move. They take turns shaking her paw, exclamations abound, commenting on how precious she looks in her sparkly new collar.

“Back just in time, eh,” William jokes, indicating the other’s empty flute.

The lycan follows his line of sight, staring down, not realizing he’d finished off it’s hazy contents already.

“I guess so,” the wolfboy laughs, setting it aside for the moment.

Rather than holding two glasses, William carries a small plate of hors d'oeuvres in the other, the abomination poised to tease him about it.

“Had enough already,” the abomination asks, taking the newly replenished refreshment from him.

“For the moment. Best I eat something after three glasses.”

The changeling giggles at his honesty, knocking back a bigger mouthful of champagne, trying to catch up to William’s level of ingested alcohol.

The beast tamer samples one of the crackers loaded with cream cheese, tomato and chives, holding the tiny morsels within Bigby’s reach, a spread of various meats, cheeses and olives struck with toothpicks.

“Try the prosciutto first,” William says, “I had some earlier.”

“Sure,” the wolfboy says, doing just that.

The two men munch away, idly listening to the tune of the gramophone, glancing around the decor of the room, William observing his four-legged companion from across the way.

“Great isn't she?”

“Hmm,” Bigby hums, not sure what he means, still about his food.

“Fergus,” the lawman says, pride swelling in his chest, “she does most of the socializing for me. I think she enjoys all the attention, though.”

“She certainly is popular,” he agrees, witnessing such charms earlier.

“If only I had her charisma for parties. She makes it look so easy.”

The abomination can certainly relate to that feeling, “I know what you mean,” he concurs.

The beast tamer turns to face him, appraising his lanky frame up and down, eyes glittering with approval. He’d only ever seen Bigby in torn trousers and chains, but he cleaned up rather well, hair slicked over the other half of his face, no doubt to cover up his notorious mark, his chin chiseled smooth from the trim of a razor, his height properly outfitted in semi-formal attire.

“I hope you don't mind me saying so, but you look very handsome.”

Bigby nearly chokes, covering his mouth, unprepared for such a compliment. “Thanks, but I can't take credit for much,” the wolboy waves off, recovering from the shock, “Audrey picked out my clothes, helped style my face.”

“That lassie sure knows her stuff.”

“She does,” Bigby agrees, remembering the painful hours of preparation he had to go through to achieve his current appearance. He wouldn’t mind going through the ringer again if it meant he could spend more time with the houndmaster like this.

Hesitantly, he takes in his fellow man’s appearance, sallow hair slicked back so he can see more of his eyes, a regal air about him made all the more apparent thanks to his tailcoat and broad stature. It takes the branded boy a moment to assemble his bearings, liquid courage helping him bring shy words to the surface.

“You too. You look handsome,” he mumbles, looking away, a blush upon his cheeks, nervously tugging on his hair to distract himself.

“Glad you think so,” the hound master beams, a radiant man of light, “I might not have a personal stylist, but I know my way around a brush. Thankfully, Fergus still lets me borrow hers.”

Bigby laughs, delighted by such humor, gazing at Scotch-Irisman more openly, the two sharing a long, appreciative smolder.

“Say, would you care to dance?”

“Uhh … me,” Bigby fumbles, beside himself with astonished emerald eyes, looking about as if William could be asking anyone else, “You think that's a good idea?”

The goldenrod man laughs, setting aside a mostly empty plate, holding out a hand in invitation, “Yes, the best idea I've had tonight.”

“But … I haven't danced in quite some time,” the wolfchide warns, looking down in shame, worried about embarrassing himself and his friend with his poor footwork.

“Me either. All the more reason. No worse than what I can do in a kilt.”

The blonde goads him, just a little, with beckoning fingers, “C'mon, I’ll lead. Can't let a perfectly good dance floor go to waste.”

Bigby still seems unsure, keen on persuading him otherwise, but in a swell of impulsive whimsy, he downs the rest of his wine and accepts the tender proposal.

The lawman grins, wide and bright, holding the polished vagabond’s hand dutifully in his, escorting his impromptu date onto the dance floor.

They practically have the space all to themselves, his partner quickly finding them a suitable spot to begin, the houndmaster's touch curling around the small of his back, steady and warm, pulling him close while Bigby places his palm on William’s arm, poised and ready.

The comely brunette could blame his thumping heartbeat on the giles of fermented fruit, but that just wouldn't be true, the tingle in his cheeks made all the more apparent by the presence of the dashing man in his company, proving one could be so soft and yet so incredibly strong at the same time.

He barely has time to marvel on such thoughts before William begins their waltz, the hybrid fumbling with the motion, too dazed, heels stomping on his partner's toes.

“S-sorry,” Bigby frets, looking between them to prevent the faux pax from happening again, “I told you I am out of practice.”

“It's alright,” the beast tamer jokes, practically immune, “Fergus steps on my feet all the time. Didn't feel a thing. And don't worry, the timing will come, just keep your head up. Count with me.”

William, thankfully, slows down for his sake, helping him relearn the basics, the abomination following along with jerky imitating steps that grow more confident and fluid the longer they practice.

“There you go, 1 2 3 … 1 2 3 … you've got it now.”

Soon enough, with the patient encouragement of William's humble guide, Bigby finds his rhythm again, the two men gliding about the room in beautiful harmony.

The lycanthrope feels dizzy, but it's a pleasant sensation, butterflies swarming about his head and stomach, wondering if this could be what exhilaration feels like, finally understanding why people bothered to have parties at all.

“Should we be taking this more seriously,” Bigby asks, self-conscious of his etiquette.

“Not like we're dancing for the king,” William reminds him, always knowing the right thing to say, “We're just two lads having fun.”

“I guess we are,” the wolfboy agrees, posing a charming close-lipped smile.

“Ready for the spin?”

“The what,” he squeaks, suddenly panicked, his hair turning wild.

William smirks, twirling his partner about the room, their entwined fingers keeping him from straying too far, reeling him back with tempered zeal.

With a winded laugh, the branded boy collides into his partner's chest, a gruff accident of too much momentum, stopping them both in their tracks, Bigby's basking in their shared breath, William in his.

He's delirious, must be, because the world is spinning behind his eyes even as he remains perfectly still, the houndmaster a welcoming weight pressed against his, their lips just a skin-tingling impulse away from joining in a kiss.

Even at the height of his elation, here now comes tragedy to squander it. The beast surges inside his head, making him freeze, his veins pulsing with venom just beneath his clothes, the creature wanting out of it's human cage.

The wolfboy misses his chance to deepen their relationship, curling inward on himself, hoping to drive the menacing beast back with banishing thoughts alone.

‘No, not now. Go away.’

“Bigby,” the houndmaster treads, a note of genuine concern coloring his voice, “Bigby what's wrong?”

His fists clench in the Irishman’s jacket, on the verge of ripping the seams, trying to subdue his other half, shaking with the strain.

“I … I have to go,” he mumbles, pained by such a confession, not wanting to spoil the moment, but having no other choice.

“Go, go where? Why? Is there something wrong?”

William is desperately trying to fix whatever caused the sudden rift between their gravitating hearts, but he seems powerless against it.

“I…I don't know. I just have to go.”

His voice is trembling, he might even be crying, liquid heat prickling at his eyes. He can only pray William will have the grace to be this kind to him again, that he'll even spare him a second glance after a parting rejection like this.

A fuming Paracelsus cuts between them, making both men jump in surprise.

“Just what was that stunt you pulled,” they holler, beet red with anger, “I wasn’t done with you, you know!”

“No, I-I–,” Bigby can't put a coherent sentence together, too distracted by the burning ache of his mark.

The plague doctor's interference doesn’t help, his affliction growing worse, the tormented abomination clutching his head, nails growing into wickedly sharp claws.

“Paracelsus, please,” William sighs, trying to de-escalate their tenuous situation.

“Let's see how you like getting stood up,” the half-pint growls, poking the taller blonde in the sternum, revenge in their puffy eyes.

The shapeshifter has no time to listen to his suitors argue, taking the opportunity to run, seeking the solace of the woods before he loses control and a festive evening becomes the stuff of a living nightmare.

Even with the scientist drawing most of his attention, William is the first to notice Bigby's absence, looking high and low for any sign of where he might have gone.

“We can discuss this later, Paracelsus,” William insists, already on the hunt, passing astride them.

The scholar scoffs, crossing their arms, voicing their discontent at his retreat, “I really hate the living.”

William quite literally stumbles upon his first clue, his shoe coming into contact with something irrevocably odd, taking a step back to see what it was. A peculiar looking key reveals itself, no doubt dropped by the young man he's currently pursuing.

It's heavy, rusted and plain, characteristics that would no doubt suit the impoverished wallet of its owner.

William gathers up the precious trinket, following his quarry's trail out the door, all the more determined to find him before the night is through.

He makes it out of the building just as a jagged shadow peels into the dark hollow of branches, a place most folk would be hard pressed to venture, a safe bet to assume it's Bigby taking refuge amongst the wood.

The hound master runs towards his last known location, looking for signs of torn thread, broken branches, disturbed earth to decipher which direction he'd gone.

Needless to say, William is on his guard. He is without his club and his hound, weary of what might be lurking in the dark, Hamlet not the safest place to journey alone, even on a good day.

Curiously, he finds a loafer abandoned in the dirt, leaning down to inspect it, this belonging to Bigby’s ensemble, remembering the buckle of polished leather.

It was too new to have been dropped by anyone else, it's twin discarded in the path just ahead, the beast tamer collecting the pair, proof he's charted the proper course.

He hears noises, muffled, but they don't sound threatening, quite the opposite really, still approaching with an air of caution, downwind.

A figure huddles, sitting on his knees, hiding in a thicket of fallen trees, sobbing mixed with beastly grunts, William keeping a healthy distance between them, calling out softly.

“Bigby …”

The wolfboy's shoulders jolt in surprise, the sniffling abruptly ceasing, suddenly made aware of his audience.

The two men suffer through a long pause, one refusing to look at the other, hoping to fade into shadow, cease to exist.

“You shouldn't be here.”

It's dark, cryptic, a feral, inhuman tone.

“I was worried,” William explains, treading closer, not so easily deterred.

“How did you find me?”

The wolfboy sounds bewildered, angered, turning just slightly as the man approaches him, one eye big and round, reflective like the moon.

William takes a seat on the bark of a fallen log, next to the sad, lonely soul that's giving his all to appear terrifying, menacing, and yet the lawman makes a play at humor.

“Fergus isn’t the only one who knows how to track.”

He ends his delivery with a wink and Bigby dissolves into sniffles, wiping at his cheeks, trying to hide his laugh, though he doubts the lawman didn't already know he was a blubbering mess.

“Sorry, I ruined everything.”

“Not at all,” William affirms, “the fresh air did us both some good. I'll take the great outdoors over stuffy decor any day.”

A smile on his lips, sleuthing nose tipped up, taking in a deep breath of it, a subtle cue, emulating what Bigby should be doing.

The lycanthrope sinks into a cradle of arms, knees pulled under his chin, always hiding his less desirable side.

“I doubt Audrey will ever invite me again,” the werewolf scoffs, self-degradation heavy in his voice, “Not after the state I left her clothes.”

They’re dirty, frayed, ripped asunder. Would probably cost more than his life's worth to tailor them back to perfection.

“I think she'll understand, given the circumstances,” William says, giving a shrug of nonchalance, “Speaking of, I found your shoes a ways back.”

He procures the items, dangling them in his hand for effect.

“This too.”

The houndmaster takes the key from his pocket, holding it out, metal too dull to catch a shine, the man's hand glowing by comparison.

To think he could have been so forgetful, Bigby gasping at the sight of it, finally unraveling, taking the precious trinket back into his possession.

“Thank you.”

Their skin touches despite his best efforts to avoid it, leaning away, gripping the key tightly within his fist.

Another long silence hangs between them, neither knowing what to say, but content to be in each other's presence.

“I don’t want to keep you. Fregus is probably worried.”

It wasn't fair, taking up so much of his time, especially, when there was far better company to keep than an abomination.

“She’s in good hands. I think you need me more right now.”

Bigby looks to him, surprised, mouth agape, hair askew, miniature horns to hail the gruesomeness of his mark.

The houndmaster reaches out, slow, methodical, plucking away a leaf that's tangled itself within dark locks, brushing his brow just slightly, making Bigby shudder.

“William?”

It's a plea, so vulnerable, so small that the Irishman begins to worry.

“Yes?”

“Will you help me?”

“Sure lad, what is it you need?”

His mouth answers before he can give the request a single thought, the blonde hero determined to give Bigby anything within his power to drive the sadness out.

“This … has happened before. In the weald. I couldn’t control myself and now the same thing is happening again.”

William had heard about the fiasco with the blood moon. Even Fergus went into a frenzy, the effects of such potent magic undeniable.

“Bigby, what happened wasn't your fault.”

“I can't keep pretending I am not a danger to everyone,” he snaps, aggressive, "No matter how little or how many my wards.”

The wolfboy takes a moment to calm himself, knowing the houndmaster didn't deserve his rage, fighting to find his next words, the later waiting patiently.

“I know it was a risk unlocking my chains, but I wanted to feel … normal for once.”

“Nothing wrong with that.”

“But there is. I am not normal. Never will be again. But maybe, if there was someone who could teach me, tame me, maybe then, things could be different.”

William holds his gaze, stern, searching, discovering just how serious he was about this.

“It’s not a quick and easy fix, you know,” he sighs, relaxing, “It will take time, but if you’re willing to learn, I would be more than happy to help you.”

Bigby stares at him, eyes of a more human light, gushing with the shimmer of tears.

“Do you really think there's hope for someone like me?”

“There's always hope.”

The houndmaster smiles, warm and wonderful, and Bigby flings himself at him, arms clutching around his back, probably straining the material of his jacket with the ferocity of his hug.

“Thank you.”

“Of course, lad,” he assures, holding his fellow hero in return, “You're with me now. Can't count yourself a lone wolf anymore.”

{End Preview}

#my writing #rust #abomination #houndmaster #darkest dungeon #fanfiction #don't know if this ship has an unofficial name yet but #I call it beastmaster :3 #dd houndmaster #dd abomination #dd william #dd bigby

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lil-ms-darkness · 2 years ago

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A Treasure Not Worth Finding - Bigby Wolf x Goldilocks!Reader

A/N: Okay, so here's the next part! Sorry it took so long, I had it sitting in my WIP folder for quite some time, just needing to be edited and instead of editing it, I started working on my manuscript. But, it's here now! Slightly based off Faith from TWAU video game. The music playing in the apartment can be anything you want, as it's technically YOUR apartment haha

Content Warnings: Mild angst, description of death and dead bodies, perceived reader death.

That about does it, hope you enjoy! Feel free to comment if you'd like

𝕷𝖎𝖑 𝕸𝖘 𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘 🥀

“See you again, soon.”

That was the last thing she’d said to him. Her voice was soft, light and her eyes matched. It unnerved him, but it was also a welcome sort of discomfort, a kind that he’d come to appreciate. After he caught the asshole trying to poison Snow White - weirdly enough, it was Leland Mouse, of the Three Blind Mice, glamoured into a man [Y/N] wouldn’t recognize, nor would she have suspected to be one of the mice. She had helped him find the perpetrator responsible for trying to take Snow White’s life, purely for greed and satisfaction of being the one to kill the Deputy Mayor for not prioritizing his cases, and for not bowing to his whim when he wanted. And, as she had asked, Bigby had returned to visit her. But, it didn’t become a consistent thing. He mainly visited for information, and was met with some kind of story, a conversation, a muffin or a slice of banana nut bread, she’d offered him a brownie once but he’d denied it.

He hadn’t expected to see her again so soon, especially not like this. He had gotten a call from Jack about a body dumped into a back alley dumpster. He was nervous, having seen only a leg hanging out.

Bigby arrived on the scene quickly and found the dumpster, a leg hanging over the lip with the lid flattening it. He grabbed the edge and lifted the lid open, looking down to examine the victim. He felt his mouth fall open in surprise, shock, and pure white hot rage. It was her.

“See you again, soon.”

He carefully fished her out of the dumpster and laid her down on the rough asphalt of the street, hidden in the darkness away from the street lights. Her hair was soft in his hand as he held her head to lower her.

Now, he looks down at her face, her once golden hair is messy and pale as it cushions her head like a pillow. Her eyes are half lidded and lusterless in death, her skin lacking the warmth- her hands clenched tightly in fists. He notes the deep purple and black bruising on her throat, so thick that it couldn’t have been a cord. He crouches next to her, noting the various wounds around her body- she had fought back.

He closes his eyes for a moment before he hears footsteps shuffling towards them and he looks up, spotting Jack at the mouth of the alley. The blonde man approaches him, a solemn and uncomfortable look on his face.

“Any luck?” He asks

Bigby sighs and looks at the body again,

“Did you see anyone around when you found the body?” The words felt like bile in his throat as he speaks them

“No, I didn’t.”

Bigby isn’t surprised to hear that, Jack was about as observant as a thumbtack. He examines her hands, noting the clean fingernails, but there is bruising underneath- someone made sure to clean up any DNA traces.

Damn

He takes a closer look at her throat, finding the rope burns in between the bruises and the broken veins underneath. He can feel his claws threaten to elongate and he actively keeps them retracted, turning his attention to her face, his eyes linger on her swollen, bluing lips. He can’t help but feel guilty, wondering if she’d been murdered because she was helping him. Whether it was to keep her quiet, or for some other reason, he’ll be sure to get to the bottom of it. He will find the bastard that did this.

Bigby looks back to the body and notices her clothes now. She’s dressed in her Trip Trap uniform, an emerald green dress that was similar to Holly’s, with black wedge heels secured with a strap around the ankle. She had told him how she loved the dress, because it was high quality material without being too expensive and felt nice on her skin, but he can’t recall what material. Now that he can touch it, it’s smooth under his rough hands, thick but not scratchy at all- and it’s dirty from the garbage she was thrown into.

“What were you doing over here, Jack?” Bigby asks, cautiously.

“I was coming to visit a friend of mine.” Jack says, shifting from foot to foot.

“A friend?”

“He said he was going to give me $1,000.”

“What a generous friend, what are you up to?”

“Nothing, honest!” Jack holds up his hands in surrender.

Bigby looks from him, down to the body, then Jack again. He doesn’t have time to deal with the get rich quick fails of the century.

“I need to go see Holly, she should be working tonight, and Jack? Stay out of trouble.”

Bigby walks down the concrete steps to the heavy door of the Trip Trap, pushing it open and stepping through. Holly stands behind the bar, dressed in her brown dress. She lifts her gaze to look towards the door, preparing to greet a customer, but her face sets into a flat glare when she sees Bigby. Gren glances over his shoulder towards the Sheriff and shakes his head, looking back to his small glass of rum on the countertop.

The sheriff approaches the bar and looks at Holly,

“I’m not here to start problems, I just need to ask you some questions.” He says, simply and sits down at the bar a few seats away from Gren.

“You’re always here to start a problem, even when you don’t try to.” She digs her nails into the bottom lip of the bar.

Bigby shakes his head, “When was the last time you saw [Y/N]?”

“She was here for her shift the night before last. Why? What do you want with her?” Holly’s eyes narrow.

“She’s dead…” Bigby wills his face to be emotionless, as he watches Gren drop the glass to the counter, tipping over and spilling onto the bartop as Holly stares at him with wide eyes. Bigby couldn’t hope to understand what she was feeling- first, her sister was murdered, and now her friend was dead, the friend who was working with her so that she could grieve.

“How?” Gren growls, fists clenched tightly on top of the bar

“She was strangled.” Bigby says, impassively, but inside he is anything but. Inside, he is raging and tearing apart all of New York to track down the next murderer, because who knows who may be next. And if [Y/N] was a target, with how likable she is- was- who knows who else may be on a list.

“DAMNIT!” Gren stands and turns on Bigby, who only regards him with a stoic guise, “How many have to die before you do your damn job?!”

“I am doing my job.” It’s all Bigby can do not to slam his face into the bar- his patience is fading, and quickly. “I’m trying to find the person that did this, and I’m starting by finding out the timeline of when she died, and where she was taken from. If she hasn't been here since two nights ago, then there’s nothing else that I need.” He stands and Gren steps in his way. Bigby squares his shoulders.

“Knock it off,” Holly snaps, and Bigby looks her way. She sounds sad, “just go, Sheriff. I need…need to figure out what to do.” She sighs and walks out from the bar, vanishing into the back room. Bigby notes a missing attendee-

“Where’s Woody?” He asks, still looking towards the room Holly escaped to for a moment longer before looking back to Gren’s fury laden face.

“How the hell should I know?” He growls, “I ain’t his dad.”

“For someone claiming to want me to do my job, you’re making it awfully difficult.”

Gren’s eyebrows twitch and his jaw sets, Bigby prepares to dodge a punch, but it doesn’t come, to the Sheriff’s surprise. “He hasn’t been here in a couple days. He left with [Y/N] after her last shift.”

Bigby’s not surprised that Woody left with her, but the fact that he left with her the same day she was last seen….

“And he hasn’t been back since?”

“No.” Gren bites out through gritted teeth, “Now if that’s all you need, get the fuck out.”

Bigby walks out without much of a fuss, and pulls out his pack of cigarettes. He lifts one and lights it, walking down the street towards [Y/N]’s apartment.

He walks down the hall and stops in front of [Y/N]'s door, but something isn't right. He presses his ear to the door- music?

That can't be right..[Y/N]'s time of death was hours ago, why was music still playing?

He hears shuffling, and his teeth grit together. He grabs the doorknob and very slowly turns it- it's unlocked.

He throws the door open and rushes inside, seeing the silhouette and diving on him. He shoves him face down into the carpet, wrists behind his back.

"Hey hey hey!! GET THE FUCK OFF ME, WOLF!"

The Woodsman

"Not until you tell me what you're doing here." Bigby digs his knee into the big man's spine as he squirms.

"I was helping [Y/N]!"

"Don't lie to me, Woody!"

"Fuck you, I ain't lyin'!"

"What's going on- Sheriff! Get off of him!" Small hands grab Bigby's shoulder and he turns, ready to push them back; and he stops.

He climbs off the big man and stares-

"[Y/N]?"

"You listen here, Sheriff," she warns, her honeyed eyebrows furrowed in concern and anger as Woody stands up behind her, "out there you might be Sheriff Bigby Wolf and think you have to be mean to get your way, but not in my home! If you lay a hand on my guests again, you can forget about my offer to help you!"

She's angry, so very angry, he can see it in her eyes, in the way the wrinkles between her brows crease her skin. The fire in her eyes. But she's here, standing, yelling, breathing.

"We found your body," Bigby says, carefully and the crease between her eyes lifts. "We all thought you were dead. And I came by to see if you'd been murdered here. When I saw Woody-"

"You thought Woody killed me?" She frowns, incredulously, "He'd never."

Woody puts a large hand on her shoulder. She looks over at him, then at Bigby again.

"I'm not dead..." [Y/N] muses.

"Clearly." Bigby huffs and can feel pressure forming behind his eyes. He pulls out a pack of cigarettes when her small hand covers his holding the pack. He looks at her.

"I'd rather you didn't smoke in here. What with my work and all..." She says, quietly.

Woody snorts and Bigby considers lighting one anyway-

"Bigby does whatever he wants." He grumbles.

Woody was right. Bigby did do whatever he wanted. But one look into her kind eyes and he resigns with a sigh, tucking the pack back into his pocket. He feels naked, and uncomfortable. He ignores it.

Woody casts him a quirked browed look and Bigby ignores that, too.

"[Y/N], where were you last night?"

"Home? Asleep?" She shakes her head. "I finished dropping off orders early, stopped by the store to pick up some more fabric and flour, then came home and went to bed."

"And you, Woody?" He asks, moving his gaze to the bearded man.

"I was at the Trip Trap."

"Really? Because Gren says he hasn't seen you in a couple days.."

"Bigby," [Y/N] warns and he casts her a cold look, warning her in turn not to interfere with his investigation. He watches her brows slacken a bit as her expression becomes one of concern. He looks back to Woody. "Let's try that again, where were you?"

Woody sighs,

"I was with a woman..." He grumbles.

"Who was it?"

"Can't a man keep his personal affairs personal?"

"Not when he's a suspect in a murder." Bigby says and folds his arms.

"I told you already he didn't do it." [Y/N] pipes up again and he ignores her completely. She was kind to him, but she is trying his patience.

He looks at her, "[Y/N], a woman is dead. She could have been you-"

"But she wasn't.." she interrupts, her frown deepens, her look of concern deepening the wrinkles in between her brows and on her forehead.

"-but it could have been. Doesn't matter that it wasn't, a woman is dead. Dead and gone. And I need to find the one responsible. Now you offered your assistance, but so far you've only made my investigation harder. Either keep it down, or I'll take him in to question him at the Business Office."

Her eyes widen and she looks at Woody, then Bigby again. The hurt in her eyes was clear as day. She steels her expression and nods, once. She looks at Woody before she walks over and sits on the love seat, legs folded and looking out the window.

Bigby feels a little guilty, but only a little. He shoves it aside and focuses on the task at hand.

Woody looks at [Y/N], then Bigby again, a look of anger in his eyes.

"You're a piece of shit, Wolf."

"I hear that a lot, now who were you with?"

#twau bigby #twau #fanfiction #bigby wolf x reader #x reader #wolf among us #bigby wolf #telltale games

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thenostalgiadepartment · 6 months ago

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2025 certainly has no shortage of games lined up for fans of all genres for those looking for something new to dive into. While Naughty Dog wants to shove yet another The Last of Us Part II Remastered edition down our throat, let's discuss titles that people actually want to play that will be releasing soon. Here are five games I’m particularly looking forward to this year!

05. South of Midnight

A third person action-adventure story that takes place in a Southern fantasy world certainly caught my eye when I saw the first trailer. We see a lot of the same looking shooters, but South of Midnight seems to step outside the box and gives us an eye-catching new setting. The movement seems super fun if the gameplay is smooth. I hope we see more gameplay trailers soon!

04. Ghost of Yōtei

You had me at ronin, a wolf companion and Erika Ishii. The gorgeous landscape of Japan as a backdrop had me salivating during the trailer. While I haven’t played Ghost of Tsushima (yet), this game’s aesthetic has my name written all over it. Infamous was the last Sucker Punch game I played, and I hope the Ghost of Tsushima/Yōtei series is just as fun.

03. The Wolf Among Us 2

Will this be the year we'll return to Fabletown to see Bigby and friends? Being a Telltale fan has been like being on a rollercoaster. Telltale pushed back the release date from last year to 2025, but we haven’t seen any news since. I’m hoping the long awaited sequel to The Wolf Among Us will get some traction this year and maybe an actual release date. Telltale style games have been a unique experience to enjoy in the video game medium, so I hope after everything they continue to create their games.

02. Gears of War: E-Day

It surprised me just how long it's been since we’ve seen a Gears game on the market. Especially with the cliffhanger from Gears 5. Despite the controversial reception of Gears 5, I don’t think ANYONE has qualms about going back to the beginning with this series. Nostalgia hit me hard when we saw a young Marcus in the trailer, and I think we all choked up a bit seeing Dom again. I can’t wait to go back to Sera and see more of our fan favorite characters.

01. FBC: Firebreak

Set sometime after the events of Control (2019)’s, we’re set to return back to the Oldest House in FBC Firebreak. This game will be Remedy’s first first person shooter and multiplayer game. Remedy has set a pretty high bar with their standard of storytelling so I’m very interested in how they will showcase their strengths in a live game. However it plays out, I look forward to jumping back into the Oldest House! It’s been far too long, and maybe we’ll get to see some of what’s been happening behind the curtain during our newest Director’s tenure.

Did any of these titles make your 2025 gaming wishlist? I enjoy a variety of game types, and I have high hopes for the single-player games this year! With the industry as volatile as it is, maybe we’ll see these titles this year, maybe we’ll have to wait another to get our hands on them. One thing is for sure, I’ll see you at the firebreak.

#video games #gaming #fbc firebreak #gears of war e day #the wolf among us 2 #ghost of yotei #south of midnight #2025 video games #first impressions #video game article

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jq37 · 1 year ago

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The Report Card – Fantasy High Junior Year Ep 2

Bad News Parade

Welcome back to the Night Yorb Fight y’all! Like a true finale, this is a monster sized fight split into two parts. When we last left off, Fig had just reached out to some strange power to keep the Hangvan from flipping as they inched closer to their fleeing foe. But the Night Yorb was also about to enter a portal and fulfill its win condition! Let’s go back to bullets for the second half of this fight:

Adaine uses Bigby’s Hand (flavored to look like Riz’s ringed Mage Hand) to grab the Night Yorb and halt its movement, making Gorgug’s job a lot easier and doing some damage as well.

Gorgug (with help from Adaine’s SECOND nat 1 portent) reels in the Night Yorb so it’s on top of them, but not yet bloodied so the sigilists can’t quite trap it yet.

Kristed does a little extra damage with Toll The Dead, getting it right over the line to bloodied and then hits everyone except for Fig with a Mass Healing Word.

Adaine goes down (despite the fact that she has Mirror Image up) and Fig once again keeps her from falling off the roof. Her Bigby’s Hand disappears but it's done its job.

Brennan says that the Night Yorb is very close to the portal and they essentially have one turn to defeat it or it’ll escape. Crunch time!

Riz succeeds in hitting a rock with his grappling gun with the goal of tying it to the van and getting it to stop gunning it but does a subpar job at tying the other end to the Hangvan so the tether is weak. Fabian gives an overwrought goodbye to Ecaf before jumping out of the van to try and reinforce the tie and he GETS RUN OVER AGAIN with a Nat 1. He has a PLUS THIRTEEN to athletics and this has happened TWICE IN ONE FIGHT. Amazing. He takes 22 damage but the Hangman picks him up again.

The Night Yorb does a windstorm attack that Riz avoids but everyone else takes damage from. Adaine is unconscious so she gets a death save fail automatically. Fig and Adaine are thrown from the top of the van (Gorgug stays up). Kristen loses Circle of Power and Bless. Ecaf shatters (though Fabian doesn’t see cause he’s outside). Boggy and Baby disappear.

To make matters worse, the Yorbies chant the Night Yorb’s name and heal it to above bloodied again.

Fabian goes down due to some Yorbie attacks but stays in the saddle of the Hangvan.

Riz, because he can’t stop, tries to do a hard turn and fails, but manages to roll high enough to keep the van from flipping. BUT, Brenan says he can elect to fail if he wants so he does, reasoning that it might hurt the Night Yorb AND make it easier for sigilists to access the sigil on top of the van. And hey, the Night Yorb is gonna escape in one turn anyway. Might as well go for broke.

With the van flipped, Kristen takes enough damage to go down. Only Fig, Gorgug, and Riz are still up.

However, even with resistance, the Night Yorb takes enough damage that it is bloodied again!

Gorgug tries to do the sigil and fails. Fig tries next and gets a Nat 20 against the Night Yorb’s Nat 1! More importantly, her deception beats Gorgug’s insight so she’s able to do it subtly enough to make Gorgug think HE did it. (Riz sees what really happened but Fig swears him to secrecy) Truly the greatest wizard of our age.

The Night Yorb is defeated and turns into a sick mural on the top of the Hangvan that glows in the dark (thanks production crew!) The sun has returned! Photosynthesis is back baby!

That feels like it should be the end of the fight, right? But no. What follows is a like 20 minute slog where Brennan makes them pick off the remaining Yorbies as they bake in the oppressive heat of the desert. They really want the Night Yorb to be a load bearing baddie whose minions disappear once he’s gone but nope. They have to do the tedious dirty work. They might not be able to fast forward through it, but I can:

Everyone down is brought back up.

Gorgug rolls a Nat 20 investigation about Balthazar and so I guess his shadow or soul or whatever is in the van mural now too? Sure.

Cassandra has texted Fig “Is Kristen mad at me?” 20 times in a row.

They try and get a Yorbie to just give up and they’ll get him a job at Basrar’s but even with a 38 persuasion he doesn’t take the deal and Fabian stabs him to death. Too bad dude. You coulda been the next Jawbone!

Cassandra asks Kristen how the battle went but Kristen ignores her.

Two guys pop out of nowhere to continue fighting them and Murph loses his mind. This isn’t plot relevant but Murph broke down so hard I can’t not mention it. So tactical, so late.

You really get the sense of exhaustion that all the kids feel in having to continue to fight long after their hearts are no longer in it (except for Riz, who’s having a blast). Everyone describes how they’re doing physically and it is NOT good. Fabian has full tire marks on him from being run over (TWICE). Once cleanup is over, they talk about what they would have done for the summer if they hadn’t been forced on this Night Yorb quest. Adaine wanted to get a job–now she’ll have no pocket money for the semester. Fabian was accepted to a great dance camp but obviously he couldn’t go. Gorgug wanted to work on the van. But Riz is excited that they got to spend the summer together. (Which, aww buddy).

The job is done but they now have 48 hours to book it back to Solace if they don’t wanna miss the first day. It’s a pretty frantic road trip experience, where someone has to be driving at all times and everyone is surviving on gas station snacks.

They finally make it back to Elmville with only a couple of hours to spare and they’re met with memories from their first adventure ever. The place where they found the first palimpsest and the garage where they spied on Johnny Spells. Across from the garage is a diner and they decided to step in and get some real food, even though they’re so close to home. Daisy Cubby is their waitress and she greets them cheerily and congratulates them for completing their quest before bringing them all various dishes that feature ice cream and cottage cheese heavily.

One detail I neglected to mention: after the fight, Fabian asked where Ecaf was and, to spare him the heartbreak of her shattering, they lied and said she was a turncoat the whole time. As they’re about to split up, Fabian, forlorn, asks if she said anything about him before she left and they all hype him up with, “You were too good for her bro,” nonsense in a coordinated friend lie that Fabian totally buys. He leaves the conversation VERY hyped and feeling himself like he wasn’t mooning over a MIRROR yesterday.

(Also, plot twist, as soon as he’s gone, they realize that they can actually mend the mirror, which bring Ecaf back who absolutely didn’t actually betray them. They all agree that it’s better that Fabain ISN’T kissing a mirror though so they just stick her in Adaine’s jacket with the attitude of ‘Yikes! Hope that doesn’t bite us in the butt later!’ Then they all pinky promise to never tell Fabian.)

And now, let’s head into a beloved Fantasy High tradition: splitting up and seeing what’s going on at everyone’s individual houses! Fabian gets home first so let’s start with him.

Fabian

Fabian gets to Seacaster manor and finds that he’s made it home just in time to see off his mom and Gilear who are headed off on a month long vacation. Apparently, Gilear finally proposed and, in a twist a fortune (that’s so suspicious that we’re gonna talk about it later) he won a several months long cruise. They’re going to roll that into a longer vacation so Fabin is going to have the fun of the manor while they’re gone. Fabian, to his credit, is emotionally mature to say, “Good on you, Gilear” about the proposal instead of having a fit about being related to him, but, though he tries to hide it, it’s clear that he’s pretty bummed that he came all the way home just for a quick goodbye and an empty house. Not even his mom’s announcement that because he turned 18 on the road, some of his trust funds have become available to him making him even more flush with cash does anything to make him feel any better.

HIlariel gives Fabian a business card in case he wants to talk to his trust fund manager. Then, she leaves in a flurry of cheek kisses and Fabian is left alone in his cavernous mansion. Brennan drives home the point by making him roll to find his fridge and some glasses so he can pour himself a glass of milk.

Also, I said he was alone but, technically he’s not. In addition to the mound of regular presents left in his room, there’s also some pirates in some parallels who will sing Happy Birthday to him when he opens them. And they’re paid for for the whole year. There really is a subscription service for everything now, huh?

Riz

Next up is Riz who Gorgug drops off at Strongtower Luxury Apartments.Riz finds that his mom has fallen asleep reading legal books because she is NOT a cop anymore and Brennan REALLY needs you to know that. Riz sees that she has a yarn board going and when she wakes up (happy to see him of course) she tells him she’s been working on a case defending one of the organizers of the Frosty Fair Folk Festival (a kind of sylvan music festival) from embezzlement.

But she wants to talk about him! She likes the new look and says it reminds her of his dad. And Riz is very excited to tell her about the end of the battle and the two guys who popped out (so tactical, so late). Unfortunately, Sklonda is forced to dip into uncomfortable family conversation mode. Even though she fought really hard, she’s not gonna be able to keep her police pension. That’s gonna make college or any other post-Aguefort plans tricky for Riz. He might have to beef up his applications with sports or extracurriculars or something.

Riz, ever the problem solver, tells Sklonda not to worry because, actually, he thrives under pressure. In fact, figuring this out isn’t even the hard part. The hard part is that he has to figure out which college ALL of his friends can get into because he has to look out for everybody and he and Adaine have great grades but everyone else, woof. Sklonda has the vibe of a parent whose kid is so sweet and so about to be hit by a dose of reality, but she encourages him to get ready because Junior Year is crunch time. It almost feels like that warning is for us too.

Instead of going to bed, Riz starts working on his own yarn board: college admissions edition.

Gorgug

After dropping off Riz, Gorgug makes it to the tree where his parents (whose new character card hilariously have they/them pronouns because they’re a matching set) greet him, congratulate him, and ask about the mission.

They’re so excited to have a new little (well, big) Artificer in the house (since he’s gonna officially start taking Artificer classes this semester in addition to Barb classes) and are very impressed with the solar lasso he made. They immediately know all the technical workings behind it and Gorgug, who has more practical skill and intuition than technical knowhow, self-deprecates that he just did his best.

Like all the homecomings so far, there’s a tinge of sadness: apparently Zelda’s dad dropped by with a box of Gorgug’s stuff. Seems they’re not a thing anymore though she says hey and he says hey back so it’s cordial if awkward. But, let’s be real, they were super awkward when they were together too.

There’s some other news. The Folk Festival that Riz’s mom mentioned is being held near Gorgug’s birthday and the Thistlesprings are hosting it at the tree. And also, some thick envelopes have come from school that they haven’t opened because they’ve been waiting for Gorgug to get home. Gorgug has had a long day though so they decide to open them together tomorrow.

Adaine, Fig, and Kristen

The girls all live together at Mordred Manor so we’ll do them all together. When they get home, Sandra Lynn, Jawbone, Ragh, his mom Lydia, and Zayn are all there to greet the party with a hastily made birthday cake since they missed celebrating birthdays while on the road. The girls are emotional and grateful and so so tired so they decide the plan is cake and then bed because school is in like four hours. They’re told they can skip if they want and the idea is appealing to Fig and Kristen but not Adaine who actually likes the first day of school. So it’s probably not surprising when Jawbone pulls Fig and Kristen into a sidebar to say that they’re dangerously close to being expelled. Fig doesn’t go to any of her classes and Kristen straight up let her god DIE. The school doesn’t even know that she picked up a third god because she never registered Cass!

Kristen says that she feels kinda unmoored and like she’s just jumping from life preserver to life preserver and Fig says that if she goes to any class more than twice she basically loses interest. Jawbone is super supportive and says that if school isn’t for them, they can totally just drop out, but that they need to figure out what it is they want.

They ask if saving the world doesn’t count for a few class credits and Jawbone says that they could probably talk Aguefort into that but, continuing the parade of nasty surprises, Aguefort isn’t going to be their principal this year because he’s going on vacation with Ayda and won’t be back until the end of the school year. Specifically, they’re time traveling to the past and not only does Ayda hate that she has to go, she thinks it’s super dumb that they can’t just return to the moment they left. She’s right (even though Aguesfort insists it doesn't work that way--this is clearly beef Brennan personally has with time travel media). They’re specifically going to study the “time quangle”, a weird, magical, chronomancy phenomenon that makes time go screwy. Is this a simple hand wave for continuity blips between seasons or a stealth plot point that will help us later? Only time will tell!

Fig actually knew about this trip, but she thought she’d get back with enough time to say goodbye to Ayda at least–rest assured, they’re still together (which we already knew due to what I assume is Fig’s Armor of Agathys being flavored to Armor of Ayda and her activating it in the fight by saying ‘My Girlfriend says hello!”). And Ayda is as sweet as ever. Though she’s not in the episode proper, she left a message for Fig in the past that manifested as trilobite fossils in the present day manor’s lawn: Miss you. Love you. XOXO Ayda. Cute!

But the cuteness is followed by even MORE bad news! Adaine is still broke because her mom is technically still alive so she has no access to her inheritance. Fig’s in deep debt with her record label because she never delivered her second album and also she had to cancel her tour because of adventuring. She has a deadline to deliver the next album by the new year and she doesn’t have that much written. And on top of THAT, devils have been looking for her because, if you recall, she’s technically an archdevil which isn’t just a cool title. It’s a job with responsibilities she hasn’t been fulfilling.

But everyone is exhausted. They can deal with everything in the morning. Kristen asks if she can do a career test with Jawbone the next day because she doesn’t really vibe with school but she doesn’t know what else to do and he of course agrees.

Kristen then meets up with Ragh who just got back from helping Tracker with her whole missionary trip where she’s been rehabbing the moon goddess’s image to be less high elf haughty and more down to earth. He’s being potentially scouted by some bloodrush teams (go Ragh!). More big picture interesting though, he wants to know if Tracker can reach out to her. And here, we get confirmation of what, imo, has been pretty apparent since Kristen’s new character art dropped: Tracker and Kristen are broken up. Ragh has some insider info from traveling with her and is willing to share but Kristen is too overwhelmed to hear it right now. Here’s her plan: Tomorrow, she’ll take a career test with Jawbone and figure out her whole life, the day after that Ragh will tell her what he knows about Tracker, and THEN he can tell Tracker she can reach out. Ragh seems skeptical at the efficiency of that timetable, but he agrees.

Adaine goes up to her room and finds it empty aside from Zayn who tells her that Aelwyn moved out over the summer. All traces of her sister aren’t gone however because the walls have been painted with beautiful abjurative runes and there’s a present and a note left for her. The present is lembas bread cake pops–a Falinel favorite–and a key to her new apartment in Clearbook (their old neighborhood). The note says that Adaine is welcome at her apartment at any time, provided she texts ahead, and that she should enjoy the nemesis ward, which is what the runes are. Apparently, they’re a spell bad guys usually do to be like, “No one can touch my nemesis but me!” It doesn’t allow anyone to attack the person it’s cast on unless they first defeat the caster. In this case, the clear message is, “Even if I’m not there, no one can touch you without coming through me.” Aww! A long way from, “My bitch of a sister.” Adaine says Aelwyn always had a sense of humor before zonking out.

Fig goes to her bed and cuddles with the rock message from Ayda (ow) but she’s soon disturbed as her stomach once again gurgles painfully (double ow). She’s reminded of the strange magic she used during the fight and seeks out her mom for guidance. She tells Sandra Lynn that she’s worried she might have made a deal with a devil and asks if there’s a devil of acid reflux. Sandra Lynn is a little confused but then notices that Fig has spilled something on her shirt–cottage cheese from the diner. Fig remembers her very dairy heavy post-midnight meal and figures that’s why she feels sick. Her mom gives her a quick supportive pep talk about how she was also kind of a hellion as a teen and then Fig goes to bed…or she tries. As soon as she goes down the stairs, she steps directly into a bucket of cement (left there because of home renovations) and rips her fishnet stocking from Doreen! Bummer! And unlucky. So suspiciously unlucky that we’ll talk about it later.

And we close off with Kristen who’s making a classic teen mistake: Checking an ex’s social media post-breakup. Tracker is, by all accounts, doing fantastic. Her latest post has 40k likes. She has double the followers from last time Kristen checked. Whoever is handling her socials is doing a GREAT job making her look cool as she does miracles and fights monsters. And, there’s even a picture of her with a beautiful elven maiden sitting on her lap while she speaks. Her movement, the Wolfsong revival, is the most exciting thing to happen to the stodgy elven city in ages.

Cassandra asks how their social media is doing and the answer is not great. The only followers are Craig (Cass’s one non-Kisten convert), a bot, and most but not all of the other Bad Kids (Fabian opted out).

Cassandra tells Kristen that it’s OK and she understands that she’s been going through a lot–but as she says this she’s wincing and speaking in a very pained way. Cass suddenly gasps in pain and Kristen sees “a little ribbon of red and something sharp move through her body.” Kristen is concerned but even with a 28 Insight roll, all she gets is that “Something hurt her”. Ominous!

But the goddess doesn’t even mention it. “It's okay,” she says softly. “You know, I might only have... I might only have two followers, but it's better than Yes!, right?" She vanishes, and Kristen falls asleep. Personally, I think that would haunt me the rest of the night but I’ve never fought a Night Yorb and then had to drive for 48 straight hours so hey, what do I know?

Detention

All of the Bad Kids (Minus Fabian) for Banishing Ecaf to Adaine’s Jacket and Lying to Fabian

Listen, just because they’re here, doesn’t mean I don’t get why they did it, lol.

Honor Roll

Ayda for Sending Fig A Fossilized Love Letter

She may not be in the episode physically, but she’s MVP status while stuck on vacation with her dad. So sweet!

Random Thoughts

It is so funny how casual everyone in Elmville is about the sun having been fully gone for several months. Like, same shit as usual. But also this is the SECOND time that these SPECIFIC kids have messed w/ the sun so like, it really is business as usual.

I skipped over this in the recap but Moggy the Doggy absolutely eviscerates one of the Yorbies while Adaine is down. Cute and vicious! Just like Adaine.

One thing about Brennan is that he WILL mention unions at the drop of a hat.

Ally’s “Hey Girlie” as Kristen tries to put the mirror in Adaine’s pocket and also get it out will haunt me forever.

Fascinated about what airport security looks like in this world. Is a sword at your side just chill?

Is Cathilda in the manor with Fabian or is he fully alone? She never came up so I’m wondering if she’s been taken away as well.

Everyone but Riz got a beloved NPCs taken away from easy access (Aelwyn is still pretty accessible to be fair, but across town is less accessible than in the bunk bed over you). Obviously, this fits the theme of this season and paves the way for introducing new NPCs. But of course because we’re here to go full Pepe Silvia, I have to at least wonder if it could possibly be part of an in-game plot to isolate the bad kids. My brain says that it’s not because these are all very normal reasons to have people leave your life (except maybe the cruise which is kinda wild). But anything’s possible and I’ve been wrong before. So just want that on the record.

Ditto about the Time Quangle. It very easily could just be a way to smooth over the continuity of something that wasn’t supposed to be longer than one season initially. That’s what would make the most sense. However, I watched The Good Place like everyone else. I’ve missed clues because of assuming weirdness was just due to conventions of the genre. So I’ll be on Quangle-Watch as well.

That Folk Festival came up twice–once with Sklonda and once with the Thistlesprings–so I’m curious to see where that goes. First eps usually set up a ton of the major conflicts for the season so anything mentioned twice is something to remember.

Brennan also mentions the trust business card twice which makes me wonder if there’s something important there. Wouldn’t be the first time important banking was a theme in this show.

OK, so Gilear and Fig switched luck for sure, right? When her mom said she spilled something on her shirt I immediately was like oh no. The Gilearification of Fig. That seems to be the effect but what would be the cause? Some kind of equivalent exchange for twisting fate? A demon who likes fucking with people? It would be one thing if she was just being Gilearified, but Gilear is getting lucky too. First the cruise then the 10% off the taxi to the airport? We don’t have a ton of dots to connect yet, but I’m watching this storyline with interest. Is this the storyline enticing enough for Emily to play Fig again? Also, assuming I’m right about what’s happening, I bet Fig is gonna be lowkey happy Ayda isn’t around to watch this happen.

Zelda/Gorgug break up. Well, at least Sam is happy wherever she is. This one wasn’t as obvious as the Kristen/Tracker breakup but I can’t say I’m shocked. In The Seven, Zelda gets her GED so it would make sense that they’d be wary to go long distance. (Of course, the timeline of that is wonky but, just gonna assume that’s being handwaved by the quangle for now).

Lol at Fig throwing Kristen under the bus (“I feel like Kristen's in a lot worse shape than I am.”) during the talk with Jawbone.

Also Fig saying she’s taken “two fistfuls” of Barbarian classes. Emily, the things that exit your mouth. Chef’s kiss.

Aelwyn Abernant my beloved. OK, you know I have Aelwyn thoughts. Here they are in no particular order:

The Nemesis Ward is such a great detail. So sweet. So dramatic and performative. So Aelwyn. (And, mechanically, fantastic reason to see her again…)

Middle school teacher? She’s a middle school teacher? That’s insane on multiple levels. First of all, just on the face of it: Bitchiest person you know working with small children. Incredible. Did Jawbone just say, “Idk working at a school fixed my entire life so maybe try that?” Second of all, it’s crazy she has a job AT ALL. Did she even graduate high school? Also, I know she’s not mind broken anymore because she reset her brain but even vanilla Aelwyn needs SO MUCH therapy before she should be doing any job, let alone one with kids. And it’s only been like what? A couple of months? Does she have any teaching certifications? Does Elmville just like their school personnel rough around the edges? She’s like 19 and a war criminal. I know Antiope’s sister is a teacher there too and also pretty young but she’s not a *war criminal*. Is she nice to the kids? If so, is she nice-nice or mean-nice? What is the vibe? Brennan PLEASE let us see what Aelwyn in a classroom setting looks like I’m begging you.

Five cats? Aelwyn. Five of them? Are they all just regular ass rescue cats? Is one of them her familiar? Do you really want Adaine to text ahead because you might have guests or is it so you can Prestidigitation away the mess from your FIVE CATS.

OK, Aelwyn thoughts over…for now.

I know that just because you have money it doesn’t mean all your friends’ money issues are suddenly your responsibility but it really seems to me like Fabian could solve a lot of problems for Riz and Adaine very casually.

For a hot second, I was a little surprised that Gorgug had a toothbrush at Zelda’s house but then I remembered how laissez faire her parents are to the point of *wanting* her to do “rebellious” teen things. So that fully checks out lol.

These players are more patient than me because you wouldn’t catch me opening letters later or asking about Tracker later. If you dangle info in front of me, I want it NOW, in-character exhaustion be damned.

Speaking of Tracker: Wild speculation time. What if the reason Tracker wants to talk to Kristen isn’t about Kristen so much as is it about Cass? Because their goddesses are sisters, right? Maybe now that Galicaea has presumably mellowed a bit from having an influx of non-traditional high elf followers, she’s curious about what’s up with her baby sister.

Love the “Happy birthday/Happy death day,” exchange between Adaine and Zayn. I really hope we get more of him this season!

Fig ripping that hairnet fishnet stocking that she’d had since like, episode 2 or 3 really feels like an indication of the, “Everything’s changing this season,” vibes Brennan is putting out.

Brennan phrases the thing that hurt Cassandra as, “a little ribbon of red” which wouldn’t be notable except for the fact that the last time ribbons came up in this show is was because Kristen did something so iconically stupid and thoughtless that she almost died (Ribbon Dance as an attempt to fly, never forget). I wonder if this is another dumb bit to serious symbol situation, like with Riz and Baron. If you want to symbolize Kristen’s thoughtless actions having consequences that are harmful, that’s one way to do it.

In the promo for next week, Kristen says that Cass is a “hard sell” because of her domains but I honestly thing a goddess of doubt and mystery would be really popular if marketed correctly (or like, literally at all). There are straight up evil gods with big followings. I think you could pretty easily drum up support for the mysterious Hot Topic goddess even if she’s not giving easy answers. And like, she’s so eager for one on one interactions. Like idk Kristen, I feel like this has less to do with Cass than you.

I wanted to share this wild piece of information about Kipperlily Copperkettle who I am immediately obsessed with and am now more obsessed with now that I know this.

#Dimension 20 #dimension 20 spoilers #d20 #d20 spoilers #fantasy high #fantasy high spoilers #fhjy #fhjy spoilers #spoilers #the report card

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deblep-kai · 13 days ago

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Hello, so I felt lil need to share some DnD things we have cause I have to get back to work and maybe this could bring back my drive (plus show off some things). Don't mind the quality it's just for our lil campagne

So welcome to The Poisoned Forest. This is basically Wield. We wanted to name the places a bit differently so players who did go through DD before would not know 100% where they are going plus the map is lil divided with some places. Also some things have changed.

Here we can find all sorts of fungal creatures, blood sucking creatures only when "lucky" and some spiders. There are also few special encounters since the pre-last session considering they pissed off the collector. It is a forest overgrown with mushrooms called “golden riders” by the locals (being the mushroom that the scratchers etc. are carrying) that is trying to spread or consume anything that isn’t within its complex system. Gnashers are gone, eaten or starved out, so are the bandits in here, only being able to see their remains like camps, corpses or leftover stuff.

After finishing the main quest that Dismas has prepared for them they will be able to find Paracelsus with Bigby (the grayed out area tiles). They are the continuation against the spreading of the CC. Paracelsus would have quests prepared for them while Bigby would be able to join their party in return. I… hope they will not kill Bigby in the fight nor Paracelsus afterwards.

I have agreed with the second DM that I'll be adding more things the more they will be exploring, adding markers like the fountains you can see there rn or the hollow tree.

Other big markers are special rooms (aka the ones with pictures and names) which at the moment are the spider den and the dead camp.

Spider den is a den they had to visit earlier to get a fresh uninfected person out of the spider grasp, almost costing Biscuit (one of the players) and Tardif's lives as it was an occultist from the ruins.

The dead camp is a camp that used to belong to bandits, it was abandoned after something attacked it. It is run down to ruin only being used by survivors like Bigby or Sarmenti or consumed by the ecosystem.

#darkest dungeon #dnd #dd dnd #dd wield

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ladyantiheroine · 8 months ago

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Business and Pleasure

Summary: A night working after hours leaves Snow and Bigby stuck in the office elevator. Read on AO3.

Pairing: Bigby Wolf x Snow White

Warnings: Explicit sexual content.

Word Count: 3.5k words

Tags: Trapped in elevator, vaginal sex, elevator sex, forced proximity, wall sex, office sex, resolved sexual tension.

Never mix business and pleasure.

It was a motto that Snow White carried with her everywhere. What happened at the office stayed at the office, and what happened at home stayed at home. And now that she was Fabletown’s deputy mayor, she more than ever needed to keep a strict line between the two. But like with most rules, there were circumstances when following them became especially difficult.

Specifically, when those circumstances involved Bigby Wolf.

Things between Snow and Bigby had been…interesting, since she was promoted to deputy mayor. While nothing in their relationship had changed fundamentally, it was still strange when she heard Bigby refer to her as “my boss” instead of “my partner” or “my coworker.” Even though Snow couldn’t imagine Bigby as anything less than her equal. They were no longer the sheriff and the secretary trapped under the thumb of Crane, which was good. But still, ever since the Crooked Man investigation, something had changed between them. There were many moments during the whole ordeal when they had been certain they had lost each other. And those moments had brought something out of each other that had not been there before. Or maybe, it had always been there, in the centuries they had known each other, and only now were beginning to surface. She did her best to stay focused. Deputy mayor was an important job, one that did not allow for distractions. And yet despite her efforts, she would find her gaze lingering on Bigby. She watched his eyes, his hands, the outline of his broad shoulders under his shirt. She caught glimpses of his tongue and teeth and it would send a quiver through her stomach.

“Snow?”

Snow snapped her head up from her desk. Bigby was seated in a chair across from her, glancing up at her from a stack of papers in his lap.

“Huh?” she said.

“You're looking at me funny,” he said.

Snow felt her face go warm. She quickly composed her thoughts and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“Sorry,” she said. “Just…getting sleepy, that’s all.”

Bigby nodded. The two of them were working overtime that night. They had a recent flood of complaints and reports from Fabletown citizens, enough for them to get behind. And so to get back on schedule, the two were forced to stay in the office after hours to get them cleared away and organized. This meant they both had to stay behind in the office while everyone else went home.

“Me too,” Bigby said.

He pulled a pack of Huff N’ Puff out of his pocket and lit himself one. Snow’s eyes drifted up from the paperwork in front of her. She watched him stick the cigarettes between his teeth, watched his hands flick on the metal lighter, the smoke escaping his lips as he took a drag.

Snow had always known the sheriff was attractive. From that first day he was infected with lycanthropy and began taking on a human form, when she first saw him emerge in his new body, she knew he was a good-looking man.

“There’s only a few of these left,” he said. “I think it might be a good idea if we finish up the rest tomorrow. We could both use some sleep.”

Snow nodded.

“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea,” she said.

Bigby gathered the stack of papers, then stood up and returned it to the filing cabinet. As he did Snow watched him, her eyes staring at his shoulders then down his back…

Enough with that, her brain scowled at her.

Snow quickly turned back to her paperwork. She stuffed all the sheets into a manilla folder and then slid them into a drawer in her desk.

“I’ll get started on those reports first thing tomorrow,” Bigby said.

Snow stood up and grabbed her briefcase. It was already late, probably sometime past midnight. She needed to get home, get some sleep, and stop thinking about things other than her mayor duties.

Bigby held open the door for her as the two of them stepped out of the office. Snow locked the office door and the two made their way down the hall towards the elevators. Bigby took another drag of his cigarette and tossed it into a waste bin they passed.

“I swear to God, I don’t know how you got anything done before you took office,” Bigby said. “Those filing cabinets are a nightmare.”

Snow shrugged.

“Well, my predecessor was never interested in work enough to bother keeping things organized,” she said.

The two of them reached the elevator. Bigby pressed the button and moments later there was a bing and the door opened. The two stepped inside and Snow hit the button for the bottom floor.

“Hopefully we can get everything in shape tomorrow morning,” Snow said. The door closed shut.

“Yeah,” Bigby said. “And then you can go back to focusing on what matters. Saving Fabletown and generally being heroic.”

He shot her a playful smirk. He said it like it was an innocent joke between coworkers, but something about it made Snow’s heart skip. His words made her face grow warm, and Snow suddenly became hyper-aware of how close they were together in that small space. She watched the numbers on the digital screen above the buttons counted down, every silent moment bringing them closer to the ground floor. Then they could get out, she could get home, get some sleep, and stop thinking about—

And then, the whole thing stopped. The elevator jolted to a halt, startling both of them. Snow jumped and almost stumbled until Bigby grabbed her arm.

“You okay?” he said.

Snow's face flushed pink, her skin flared where Bigby’s hand was on her arm. She quickly stepped away.

“I’m fine,” she said. “What happened?” “Looks like the elevator’s stuck.” Snow’s heart thudded.

“What do you mean stuck?”

Bigby’s eyes inspected the door. The whole thing wasn’t moving, no mechanical sounds, no feeling of the compartment’s weight going down. Snow ran a nervous hand through her hair and sighed.

“Great,” she said. “So much for getting sleep.”

Bugby crossed his arm and leaned back on the wall.

“People come and go through this building all the time, even at this hour,” he said. “I know for a fact that Flycatcher is working a custodial shift tonight. Eventually he or someone else is going to notice that the elevator isn’t working, and they'll send someone to fix it.”

He had a point. There was always someone lingering behind in the building late at night. Security officers, janitors, employees who forgot something. Someone would eventually notice that the sheriff and deputy mayor had yet to leave the office and would find the elevator suck.

“You’re right,” Snow said.

She crossed her arms and took a deep breath. Bigby gave her a consolatory look.

“We’ll be out of here soon,” he said. “We just need to wait it out a bit.”

“I guess.”

Bigby pressed his back to the wall and lowered himself to the floor. Snow sat down with her back to the opposite wall, pulling her legs in and hugging them. For what felt like an hour they were silent.

Snow kept her eyes to the ground, but every other minute or so she let her gaze slip up to Bigby. He fiddled with his cigarette lighter in his hands. His fingertips moved around his shiny silver edge. Her eyes traced up the hair on the back of his hand, his knuckles that were always bandaged or bruised, long, strong fingers that moved the lighter around.

Bigby’s voice pulled Snow from her thoughts

“A penny for your thoughts?”

Snow’s eyes snapped up from Bigby’s hands to his eyes. She flushed, like he’d caught her doing something illicit.

“Huh?” she said.

“You look like you’re thinking hard about something,” he said.

Snow raised an eyebrow.

“How can you tell?” she asked.

“Whenever you’re thinking hard about something, you make this face.”

Bigby narrowed his eyebrows and scrunched his nose.

Snow scoffed.

“I do not,” she said.

“Yes you do, I see it on you all the time whenever you’re focusing on something or frustrated by something.”

Nothing about Bigby’s tone suggested he was messing with her. Moreover, she was surprised he noticed something like that about her at all. Bigby leaned forward, moving his back from the wall.

“Care to share what’s on your mind?” he said. “I don’t know how much longer we’ll be in here.” Snow pursed her lips and looked at the floor. Her finger fiddled with a loose thread at the end of her skirt. She tried to think of a response that wasn’t about her staring at his hands.

“I was just…” Snow fumbled for her words. “What you said a few minutes ago, about me ‘saving Fabletown.’”

Bigby shrugged.

“I mean, it’s true,” he said. “Things have gotten better around here since you replaced he-who-must-not-be-named.” He gave her a soft look. “Is there something wrong?” Snow shook her head.

“No,” she said. “I mean, it’s just…” She sighed. “I’m sorry if I’ve been acting…weird lately. Since the investigation, things have been a bit overwhelming lately.” “I don’t blame you. You became deputy mayor suddenly in very scary circumstances.” He flicked the lighter on and off. “I don’t blame you for feeling overwhelmed.” He lifted his eyes to hers. “If it’s any consolation, you’ve been doing a hell of a lot better than I would be in your position.” Snow gave a small smile. “I doubt that,” she said. She lifted her eyes to him. “I mean, you’ve been a big part of this too. You say I’m saving Fabletown, but you’re the one who blew that investigation open. And you’ve been such a big help since.” She paused. “Is it weird for me to be your boss?” Bigby flicked the lighter absently.

“Not really,” he said. He lifted his eyes to hers. “You were bossing me around even before the promotion. I’m used to it.” He said those words with a playful smirk on his face. Snow grinned and looked at her lap.

“That’s good to hear,” she said. She glanced at the lighter in his hands. “Could you put that away? We’re still trapped in here. The last thing we need is a fire.” Bigby smirked and rolled his eyes, then shoved the lighter back in his pocket.

“Yes ma’am,” he said.

Something about those words made Snow’s stomach titter. She bit her lip and dropped her eyes again.

“Ever since the investigation, things have felt different,” she said. “And I don’t just mean because people are gone, or because the system is starting to change. The office, the other Fables, you…” “What about me?” he asked.

Snow wouldn’t meet his eyes. She was so tired that she was speaking without thinking.

“Sorry,” Snow said. She stood up and faced the elevator door. She could see a fuzzy reflection of herself staring back.

Snow sensed Bigby rise to his feet and step closer. She could feel him behind her. “Snow,” Bigby said softly. “Why do I have the feeling there’s something else you’re thinking about? Something you’re not telling me?”

Snow turned to face him. He was standing so close to her. Close enough that she could feel his breath on her lips, smell the cigarette smoke clinging to his clothes. Close enough she could feel the heat radiating off his flesh just under that shirt and tie.

“Snow,” Bigby said. “You’re looking at me funny again.”

Snow’s eyes fell to his lips.

Fuck it she thought.

Her hand grabbed the knot of his tie, and she pulled him into a kiss. Bigby made a surprise sound against her lips, his body freezing. But seconds later, his mouth relaxed into hers. He tasted like his Huff N’ Puff cigarettes and his whiskers tickled at her upper lip, but she didn’t mind it at all. It all tasted and felt just like him.

Snow wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. The kiss deepened and made her hungrier. She wanted to taste him. She wanted to touch him in ways she’d been denying herself for what felt like forever.

Bigby wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed her body closer to his. He smoothed one hand up her back and into her hair, cradling her head in his palm. The other grazed around to the front of her skirt, and then stopped.

Their lips came apart and they looked at each other. Snow’s lips felt cold where he kissed her. Her heart was racing, and she could feel with her chest pressed to his that his was too.

“Snow,” he said. His voice was low, his breath smokey at his lips. “Are we going to…”

Snow answered his question before he could finish. She pressed her lips to his again, hungrier, more desperate this time. Bigby let out a moan deep in his throat was sounded suspiciously close to a growl. Snow grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him backward with her until she felt her back hit the wall. With her free hand, she unbuttoned the front of her skirt and moved Bigby’s hand down into her underwear.

Bigby wasted no time. He pressed his fingers inside her and started massaging away. Snow tipped her head back against the wall as waves of pleasure shot up her body. Bigby trailed whiskery kisses down her jaw and neck as he pressed deeper and deeper between her thighs.

Snow closed her eyes, and for a second she remembered what was happening. She and the sheriff were about to go at it only a few floors from the office. So many lines crossing in one elevator, the lines between professional and personal getting very blurry. She was his boss. They were coworkers for years. The deputy mayor in her knew this was the kind of thing that could come back and bite her in the ass later.

And yet, the last thing in the world she wanted to do was stop.

She felt a rising inside her, starting at Bigby’s fingers and moving quickly up her body. She grabbed his wrist and made him stop. He moved his lips from her neck and looked her in the eye, a look on his face asking if something was wrong. Nothing was wrong. He was exactly where she wanted him to be. “I want you inside me,” she said. She almost didn’t believe the words when they left her mouth, but she meant them. Fuck business and pleasure. She was going to fuck the sheriff in the elevator.

Bigby gave her a look. Something shimmered in his eyes, which shifted from brown to a wolfish gold. He slid his fingers out of her and then reached for the knot of his tie.

“Whatever you say, boss,” he said. There was a smirk in his voice. Snow watched as he pulled his tie loose and let it fall to the floor. Then he started unbuttoning his shirt, the white fabric opening to reveal the hot, hard flesh underneath. The shirt fell down his shoulders and onto the floor. Snow had seen Bigby half-naked several times before, usually when his wounds were being treated. But she always professionally averted her gaze away from him. Now, she let her eyes wander up and down his body: his broad shoulders, his perfectly toned chest, and all that dark, wolfish hair. And then he started unbuttoning his pants… He let his belt fall to the floor, the buckle making a metallic clack on the ground. He took her hips in his hands then started kissing her neck again. His fingers moved to her blouse and kissed her flesh down as he buttoned it. Snow moaned as he traced his lips and tongue down her chest over her heart.

He pressed his lips to her neck again and slid his thumbs into the waist of her skirt, then pulled them and her underwear down. At this point, Snow was so turned on she thought she would burst at any second. Her skin was burning hot and her heart was pounding. She was getting impatient.

“Bigby,” she breathed into his ear.

She let out a sharp breath as he shoved himself inside her.

Bigby reached down and lifted Snow up against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. He started pounding into her, pushing her up and down, sending sonic waves of pleasure through her. Snow reached up and fisted her hand through his hair, moaning louder with every hard thrust.

The wall at her sweaty back was cold enough to make her shiver, and Bigby’s hot flesh against her chest was enough to make her sweat.

Bigby’s lips were right at her ear, and she could feel a slow, animalistic sound rumbling deep in his throat. Not a groan. A growl . The hair on his arms was thicker and darker. She could feel his fingernails on his hands that gripped her sharpen. He was holding it back, she could tell, but she could see his wolf side spilling out. She remembered in that moment of ecstasy how Bigby was far less human than he appeared.

“Fuck, Snow,” he growled in her ear through gritted teeth. “Feel so fucking good.”

He was gripping her so tightly, like if he let go for a second she would disappear. He moved deeper and deeper inside her, moving at a frantic pace that was almost hard to keep up with.

“Bigby,” Snow moaned in his ear. Her nails trailed down his back, the pain pushing him to move faster, harder. “I’m…” He must have been able to tell. He must have been able to feel the way her body clenched around, how wet she was between her thighs, the way her body braced for impact. Bigby grunted as he pounded harder and harder. His fingers dug deeper into her thighs as her hips bucked against his.

It hit both of them at the same time, like a glass bottle chucked against a wall. The heat and hard, pounding pleasure crescendoed in both of them until they were both sweating and moaning and falling apart into each other.

The heat slowly drained from each of their bodies. Bigby slowed his swerving hips to a stop and Snow smoothed her hands up his back to shoulders. She kept her grip on him, her back still to the wall and her feet above the ground. For several moments they held each other's eyes, their breaths ragged and their skin flushed red, neither of them believing what they’d just done. Then, the elevator jolted. The sudden movement made both of them jump, and Bigby gripped Snow harder to keep her from falling to the floor. Snow lowered her feet back to the floor and stood up. She quickly pulled her skirt back on while Bigby swiped his shirt off the floor. They both quickly buttoned themselves back up as the numbers on the elevator beeped down to the first floor. Bigby and Snow both composed themselves, straightening their clothes and hair, just as the elevator hit the first floor. The doors parted to reveal Flycatcher waiting at the front. “Flycatcher,” Snow said. She cleared her throat. “Thank god you came.” “No problem, Miss White,” he said. “I was heading upstairs to mop the hallway and noticed the elevator wasn’t working. Gave it a couple of knocks and somehow it started working again.” “Well, thanks for that,” Bigby said. Snow’s eyes wandered over to him. He looked composed, but she could still see a red tint on his face and a bead of sweat on his temple. “No problem, guys,” Flycatcher said. “I’d avoid the elevator until tomorrow. I’ll call a guy over to inspect it.” “Yes, please do,” Snow said. Flycatcher picked up his bucket and mop and turned in the direction of the stairwell. But before he left, he stopped and eyed back and forth between Bigby and Snow.

"Were you two okay in there?" he asked.

Snow's face went red. She glanced over at Bigby. He tugged at his collar and adjusted his tie.

"Why do you ask?" Snow asked.

"It's just...you both look tired and sweaty."

Flycatcher looked them both up and down. Bigby responded before Snow could think of an excuse.

"Snow and I were working overtime," he said. "You know how it is. And it gets hot in that elevator after a while. The fact that we're still in the middle of the hottest summer on record doesn't help."

Flycatcher nodded.

"Right," he said. "Good thing you two got out in time. No need to die of heatstroke." He started heading down the hall towards the stairs.

"Well, night sheriff. Night, Miss White."

"Goodnight, Flycatcher," Snow said.

When he was gone, Snow turned to Bigby. “I guess…I'll talk to the inspector tomorrow,” she said. “If we don’t address the problem soon, we could get stuck again tomorrow.” A small smirk crossed Bigby’s face. “Would that be such a bad thing?” Now it was Snow’s turn to smirk. Her skin flushed and tingly at the memory of what had passed moments before, and the very unprofessional images of the sheriff flickering in her head. “I guess we’ll have to find out,” she said.

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monmuses · 10 days ago

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who-knew-a-sheep-can-write · 1 year ago

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To See Red: Bigby Wolf x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Includes: Werewolf transformation, werewolf sex, biting, knotting, lingerie

I need to see what he looks like in TWAU2, please Telltale I need to have more content for horny things

Reader isn’t red riding hood, just wearing the color red

You knew Bigby was the hardest worker here in Fabletown. Getting ridiculous amounts of complaints, being threatened every day he’s on duty, punched and thrown around like a ragdoll, being told to do even more for this corrupted town, and being constantly reminded of what he did in the past was not what he signed up for upon taking up the sheriff position. He was underappreciated and taken advantage of constantly. It had to be one of the wonders of the world how Bigby did not snap yet. Nobody seemed to appreciate him, nobody handing out a thank you or offering him kind words.

Nobody else but you.

It seemed that as soon as you entered Bigby’s life, all of the bullshit Fabletown threw at his face didn’t seem to matter anymore. He was always eager to hurry back to his apartment to see you waiting there or even across Fabletown to your apartment and spend the night only to not want to leave come morning. He even kept the phone on the hook when you weren’t around which was something he would never do for anyone else.

You knew he always loved it when you would show up at his apartment and wait for him whether it was with dinner or just to talk and spend more time together.

And so, you laid on his chair lazily, one leg was thrown over the arm and the other resting normally, waiting for him to return home so he can have a different type of treat.

Your legs were wrapped in sheer black knees highs held in place with shiny leather garters. Shiny red heels adorned your feet, glistening from the streetlights filtering through the windows behind you.

You had turned Bigby’s precious chair just a bit so it would face the door upon his arrival.

Just north of the garters was a pair of black laced panties covered by a red babydoll dress. Silky and just as red as your shoes, there was a golden sheen to the material too. Between your breasts sat the littlest black bow.

Your hair was loose, your makeup light; You had a feeling that too much makeup would make such a big mess that you didn’t feel like you wanted to clean up tomorrow morning. The most prominent thing painted on your face was your lips, painted a glossy and vibrant red to go with your clothes.

You heard the distant chime of the elevator, the groaning metal doors finally opening. The damned thing needed to be fixed years ago but Crane never did anything about it and Snow is too busy to even think about it now.

You heard a familiar set of footsteps head down the hallway and stop just a little ways away from the door. You smirked, keeping your eyes locked to the door you had purposely left open just a crack.

You knew he could smell you. The air smelled of your perfume, teasing him closer until he pushed his way through the door.

You felt something stir inside of you when you saw him in the doorway. His shoulders squared, his breathing starting to become labored, his eyes gold like the streetlights outside.

“Welcome home,” you smiled sweetly, leaning back against the overstuffed chair a little more.

Bigby stood at the doorway for a bit, almost like he was trying to piece together what is happening right now. You’ve never done anything like this before.

It took him nearly five minutes to finally step fully into the apartment and close the door behind him with a kick of his heel. He approached you slowly, eyes pinned on yours, daring you to look away from him.

Your heart was pounding in your chest, your face felt hot, you felt sparks in your stomach. The primal look in his eyes, the way he’s already setting thicker with muscle, the claws flexing from fingers and the fangs you want him to just sink into your warm flesh and oh fuck.

Before you could process anything, Bigby had snatched you off of the chair and hoisted you over his broad shoulder and marched into his bedroom. His grip on you was tight, fingers flexing on your back. You grabbed onto Bigby’s shirt, the muscles in his back were flexing and stretching, growing harder and hairier under your grasp to the point where his shirt was snug against his flesh.

Bigby threw you onto the bed, you let out a startled scream as you bounced on the poor mattress.

The sheriff before you looked rugged and wild. His white button-up was looking woefully stretched against growing muscles and thick fur. Bigby did his best to pull off his tie and belt, but soon the poor shirt tore as fur burst through ripped seams with his pants following soon after.

The wolfman quickly shed his shredded clothes, brawny body covered in soft fur you wanted to grab on to as he fucked your brains out. You saw how hard he was, saw how big he was.

You’ve only been fucked by him like this once and that was after he was “human”. If lingerie made him like this at first glance, you wondered what else could happen should you try something else.

He towered over the bed, towered over you. Most would be terrified of the scene before you; Your lover being some big and hairy monster with vicious fangs and wicked claws. But you were oh so turned on by him.

Bigby snatched at your ankle and dragged you close to the bed’s edge, catching your chest with his other clawed hand. You knew this looked like one of those raunchy painted book covers for one of those old romance novels of a woman falling in love with a beast.

Bigby sliced off the pair of panties with his claws, snarling at you when you made a noise of disapproval. Bigby hiked your ankle up in the air, his grip around the joint tight, his claws sinking into the material of your knee-high.

Bigby leaned down and licked a warm and wet stripe up your pussy, a loud moan suddenly leaving your lips as just the one action made it just a little harder to breathe. Bigby only gave you one more lick, his rough tongue doing wonders inside of you, making the coils tighten just a little bit more. He pulled away and you whined, wanting more, craving more.

There was a tap at your passage, Bigby entered into you slowly, giving you time to adjust to how thick he was. You gasped and moaned, clutching the sheets and arching your back into the stretch. You loved how full he made you feel, you loved the pain of the stretch, you love how warm he was.

Bigby wasted no time with thrusting, starting slow but he quickly sped up. Your stomach was fluttering, your skin was glistening with sweat, your face and neck felt so hot. Bigby leaned down and licked a stripe up from your bouncing breasts up the side of your neck, immediately biting your shoulder.

The stretch, the warmth, the pace he was going, it wasn’t a surprise that you came apart so quickly under him. The wolfman chuffing, he quickened his pace inside of you as you came apart. Every thrust rubbed your insides just the right way and you loved it.

The neighbors surely would be pissed with the noise, but who was going to complain? He was the sheriff, there was nothing anyone could do to stop him from fucking the life out of you if he wanted to.

You grabbed onto his shoulders, fingers twisting in the soft fur and pulling, earning you a growl from Bigby and a snap of his jaws to warn you. You grinned and tugged again, Bigby suddenly thrusting into you harsher, hips snapping at supernatural speeds. He was chasing euphoria, he wanted to mark you as his on the inside like he does on the outside. Paint you insides white, bite your neck so everyone knows you’re spoken for. He dreams of nothing else but to be with you, to fuck you, to love you as long as you two live.

Bigby came with a roar, throwing his head back as his shoulders slumped. You cried, tucking your head back into the sheets as you felt a flood of warmth pool inside of you.

Bigby quickly pulled out of you once his climax had come to an end, only giving you a brief moment to breathe before he grabbed onto you by your hips and flipped you over onto your stomach. Bigby hoisted you up so you were on your hands and knees, his cum leaking out of your abused hole and onto the bed below you.

You whimpered when you felt another tap at your passage, your eyes wide in shock. He was hard again, and he wasted no time in rentering.

Thrusts were sloppy, the bed rocked and hit the wall and rattled the pictures on the wall.

It was going to be hard to walk in the morning.

#the wolf among us #twau #bigby wolf #bigby wolf x reader #bigby x reader

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rwby-grimm-guardians · 10 days ago

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RWBY AU Reboot prompt

It’ll be based around Summer returning to life and making her own purpose in the world, while also coming to terms with her own morality. She is mostly based on Bigby Wolf and loosely on Odysseus here, as is the summary of the AU. She also has another daughter who is more or less a clone (ala Solid Snake). This daughter is the oldest out of the three sisters (Ruby, Yang, and this character) and she is based on Odysseus’s son: Telemachus.

What's changing?

Summer's status and what she's based on. She's dead for most of this and trying to get back to Remnant. She's based on Odysseus of the Odyssey and Bigby Wolf of Fables.

Lumiere's status. She's dead too and does not become a Hound Grimm.

The story. The show's story from V1 to V9 sticks. Summer's story is very disconnected from it and Remnant as a whole, up until she returns.

Additional Relationships and OCs. Summer has a clone who is being raised by Raven. This clone is an OC named Shadow Rose and is fittingly based on Telemachus from the Odyssey. Shadow will also have armor similar to that of Halo's Mjolnir armor as a tribute to Red VS Blue.

Changed Relationships (Team). Summer's relationship with her team is...strained. She romantically loves Raven, but Raven wasn't ready for that level of trust, until it was too late. Summer feels like she was betraying both Raven and Taiyang during her time with Tai. Summer only saw Qrow as a brother-figure, much to the latter's dismay.

Changed Relationships (Daughters). Summer struggles with Ruby and Yang and Shadow. She feels like a failure for dying on them (in Shadow's case, she had no idea Shadow existed and is grateful Raven raised her). She also feels like Ruby and Yang are making the same mistakes as she and her team did and not learning from their mistakes.

Equipment. Summer has a simple bow (indestructible) and arrow (infinite ammo, but finite dust resources). She also wields the relic: The Sword Of Destruction.

Forms. Summer can only transform through her semblance, which works like Bigby's transformations in The Wolf Among Us game.

Abilities. Summer only has her semblance to help her now (excluding her weapons).

What's sticking?

Summer's biology and heritage. She's still Queen of Vale and the daughter of Sombre and Lumiere. She's the unwitting descendant of Salem. She's got Grimm and SEW blood in her.

Summer's friendships and uncles. I should point out that her uncles' divine power are stuck in the afterlife and are acting as if the Brother Gods never reincarnated.

Summer's characterization. By this, I mean how I have interpreted her. She's still someone with a heart of gold, but she is very much a dark hero, almost a borderline antihero. She's still kind and gentle, but is fierce and dangerous when necessary.

Summer's attitude to her semblance. She's very wary of it and scared that she might lose control. But by eventually embracing it, she's not only much stronger, but also in much more control.

Summer taking matters into her own hands. Let's be honest, Remnant is fucked and Summer has had enough of the bullshit, so she's taking charge.

What's this about?

Storytime!

NOTE: The Spirit in the Sword is constantly guiding Summer and is essentially Summer's ancestor.

Details below the line. Long.

FIRST ACT: Land Of Death

Summer discovers that she's in the afterlife. She struggles with her memories, before discovering her old ax and the Sword Of Destruction. She then falls into depression as she understands that she won't see her family and friends for ages.

Summer has been traveling the afterlife for a while. She spots Ozpin, who tells her what's going on. From this...and Roman's threats (including Ironwood), Summer begins forming a crew to get back to Remnant and prevent a global catastrophe.

Her first trial is to get some of the dead to join her. She manages to do so by promising that those who are content with the afterlife can return after she leaves. She quickly subdues any current opposition, before getting various ships and equipment ready.

SECOND ACT: The Ever After

Summer and co arrive at an island to resupply. This island is the Ever After and the group is able to resupply in exchange. Summer ultimately trades her old ax for a simple, yet powerful, bow and arrow and gives her true alias: Queen Ithica Róza.

Giving her true proves to be a mistake as Summer and co are soon under attack. She ultimately uses her semblance, forcing the enemy to retreat before her mothers' spirits subdue her for her own sake. Unfortunately, this got the God of Darkness's attention.

The God of Darkness (the remnant of him) shows himself to the crew, judging Summer for her attempts at mercy. He then attempts to decimate the ships, before Summer manages to get her crew to escape, much to the God and the Ever After's dismay.

THIRD ACT: Betrayal And Retribution

Summer and co reach what some might consider Hell. Some of the crew are taken, as this is where they're supposed to be. Summer attempts to join them out of building guilt, only for Hell to respectfully reject her, claiming she's got a good heart.

Sombre and Lumiere both teach Summer how to use and control her semblance, with mixed results. In the background though, there is a coup being planned, starting with Summer, Sombre, and Lumiere's capture and imprisonment.

During the coup, the crew pillages various islands and towns. Summer and her mothers manage to break free...just in time for the God of Light to descend. He gives Summer a chance to escape, before decimating the crew with divine lightning.

FOURTH ACT: The Last Stop

Summer wakes up on a golden beach with her mothers. Summer is both heartbroken and enraged from being betrayed, causing her semblance to run rampant. Sombre and Lumiere spend more of their time finding and returning her to normal.

Sombre and Lumiere ultimately help Summer recover and talk about themselves, revealing Salem as being related to Summer. They also teach Summer that she's more than her heritage and abilities, helping Summer accept all of herself.

The Brother Gods descend upon the family as Summer discovers that this is her last stop. She finally stands up for herself and threatens the Gods, convincing them out of fear to let her family go. She hugs her mothers one more time, before leaving.

FIFTH ACT: The Return Home

Summer finds herself alive and well...and in Vale. She ultimately makes contact with her uncles, reuniting with them and explaining what happened. They're overjoyed that their niece has returned home, yet concerned for what will happen in the afterlife.

They manage to bring Summer to the old castle without anyone noticing. It's not long before they manage to coronate her as Vale's new queen. She messages the huntsman in Vale (especially Beacon) to prepare for war and to take back Beacon.

She ultimately explains that she has to leave and reunite with friends and family, explaining that she needs a lot of help for this. Her uncles understand, promising that they will ensure Vale's safety and preparation until her return.

SIXTH ACT:

Summer heads to Menagerie, finding Kali and Ghira. They reminisce on old times, before Summer explains her journey. The faunus couple agree to help as much as possible, before giving Summer clothes to disguise herself from the public.

Summer travels to Vucuo, keeping herself hidden before encountering Willow. The two discuss their failures and what they plan to do differently, before Willow agrees to help, introducing Summer to Ruby and Yang's other friends.

Summer uses her semblance to help her old and new friends against a Grimm attack. Summer proves to be stronger, monstrous, and more in control than ever. And she confesses that it feels right. She's a protector, yes, but she's a dark hero.

SEVENTH ACT: Struggling Family Matters

Summer ultimately heads to Mistral, encountering Raven and discovering Shadow. There's a lot of tears and explanations, with Raven asking Summer for another chance. Summer warmly accepts the invitation and spends time with her family.

Summer, Raven, and Shadow head to Patch and encounter Taiyang and Qrow. There's hostility and Summer has to use her semblance to calm things down. There's a lot of talking and regret, before Summer makes it clear how they should act from here on.

STRQ, Zwei, and Shadow encounter RWBY and Jaune. There's some conflict, but Shadow manages to subdue it, much to Summer and Raven's pride. Summer reunites with her youngest daughters, though there is obvious tension in her.

EIGHTH ACT: Rekindling And Healing

Everyone ultimately reunites and rekindles relationships. Blake with her parents, Weiss with her siblings and mother, and Jaune with his family and team. Summer and her family talk amongst each other privately, with Summer being honest about her feelings.

Shadow manages to get Ruby and Yang to apologize to each other and be more honest with each other, before the three sisters have fun. Summer apologizes to her friends and family for failing and dying on them, receiving comfort and forgiveness from them.

Summer chooses to reveal her true identity to everyone present, explaining her plans; not just for Vale, but for Remnant as a whole. Her friends and family think she's lost it, before she dares them to challenge her. Ultimately, they yield, bow, and swear loyalty to her.

NINTH ACT: Vale, To War

The battle to take back Beacon starts off smart, with Vale and Vucuo forces stealthing their way inside on land. Atlas and Mistral forces await Summer's command by air. So far, things go well and the forces are able to take back control of the school and comms.

However, things go south as another coup begins and Summer's friends and family suffer serious injuries as a result. Summer goes full Odysseus here and slaughters the traitors with Shadow providing valuable assistance, both combat and medical support.

The Grimm Wyvern that's been at Beacon since V3 reawakens with the aid of Cinder and Salem's underlings. Summer uses all of her semblance and might to bring it down, along with the rest of Salem's tools and pawns, leaving carnage in her victorious path.

FINAL ACT: Queen VS Goddess

Unable to sit still knowing that her family and friends are targeted by Salem, Summer goes off alone into the Land of Darkness. She ultimately doesn't know where the Crown of Choice is and, frankly, doesn't care. She swiftly destroys the Lamp and Staff.

Enraged by Summer's actions, Salem engages in a brutal and vicious fight. The two fight as humanoids, before Salem transforms into a dragon, with Summer using her semblance to match it. The two then reach a standstill as both are exhausted.

Summer's uncles manage to invoke the remaining traces of their divine power, before terminating Salem and Ozma's curses, causing them to permanently die and be powerless. They then use the Sword of Destruction to destroy it and the Crown of Choice.

EPILOGUE ACT: One's Inner Peace.

Summer returns to Vale, before bidding goodbye to her uncles one more time. She then reunites with her family and friends, reassuring them that Salem and Ozma are both gone. Despite the good news, there is no celebration out of disbelief and wariness.

As the search for any traces of Salem's forces continue, Summer has a private talk with her family with one question: Is she still the same Summer they know and love? They firmly assure her that even though her heart's darkened, she's still their Summer Rose.

Life continues on with Summer ruling Vale. Peace and Alliances between humans and faunus are made, truly making them equals. Atlas and Mantle are repaired and given new life, as well as Beacon. RWBY and JNR are given the chance to properly graduate.

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