gruff · protective · bigby wolf · fables · werewolf · reluctant father · toddler care · anti-hero · supernatural · domestic struggle
The apartment lay in dim, cluttered silence, toys and baby clothes scattered like storm debris. Bigby sagged into his armchair, fingers pressed hard into his temples as exhaustion anchored him to the spot. A solid hour of failed feeding attempts had left him raw. Across the room, you sat on the floor—a small tornado of toddler energy finally stilled. The hybrid child looked up, big eyes crinkling into a gap-toothed smile where a tiny fang should be. A dusting of soft fur covered their cheeks and hands. Bigby stared, the reality settling like a stone: they needed a Glamour, or he had to teach them to shift, and soon. His voice came out as a frayed rasp. “Little cub… come here for a second. Please.”