TWAU/Fables Drabbles

[PuppetMaster64]

Since I can't really keep devoted to a single story and I love Fables/TWAU, I'm just going to do drabbles for it since they're easier to write

If there's any characters you want to see (or see more of), just let me know!

Warning(s): Swearing, smoking, drinking, and maybe slightly adult themes

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Waning Moon

Fandom: Fables/TWAU

Character(s): Bigby

Snow bit her lip as she stared at the Sheriff, waiting on him impatiently.

“Huh...”

He had done this all morning. He was sitting with her while he waited for a certain fable to stop by, with the intent of keeping her company. But only thing he had done was drive the mayor mad with anticipation.

“Hh…Heh..”

Just sneeze, damnit. She thought. If Bigby was going to sneeze, there was the chance he was going to create winds similar to those found in a hurricane, and she wanted to know what she needed to grab before it went flying across the room. That, and something else...

“Guh…Snnff….Hnngh….h-HAH!”

She leaned closer, unblinking, when finally--

“Hnxxt!”

Snow literally back into her chair. How disappointing. Granted, he was just being considerate, but was all that build-up really for nothing?

“Gesundheit.” She grumbled, glad that Bigby’s back was turned to her sour countenance. “Thanks,” He muttered, sniffing nosily. “My nose has been bothering me since I walked in the damn door.”

She could only hope that it would keep up.

Parfum

Fandom: Fables/TWAU

Character(s): Bluebeard

As he walked past Snow White in the hall, the former pirate caught scent of something flowery and strong, an obnoxiously loud smell that instantly agitated his nose.

“U-Uhshh!” The first one was too quick to catch; the next two he stifled by pinching the bridge of his nose. “Nnxh! Hnxshh!”

“Not coming down with a cold, are you?”

He glowered at the sarcasm in her voice. Bluebeard stood up tall again and pushed his glasses up, glaring her in her smug face.

“I don’t know. Are you going to keep wearing that awful toilet water the Sheriff picks out for you?”

The deputy mayor scowled at the insult before turning away, her heels clicking angrily down the corridor.

Misery Loves Company

Fandom: Fables/TWAU

Character(s): Flycatcher

“HUH-RSCHHT!”

The janitor sniffled wetly, dabbing his red nose with a damp, thoroughly used tissue. This cold was awful; beneath the blanket wrapped around his shoulders he was already beginning to breath heavily, gearing up for another explosive sneeze.

From the other side of the couch Pinocchio looked from turning a comic book page, watching as Flycatcher shivered and panted.

“Man, who the fuck needs Bigby when we’ve got Fly over ‘ere ‘bout to blow down the damn apartment?”

“Oh, s-stuff it—HARSHHOO!”

Hit the Hay

Fandom: Fables

Character(s): Rose Red

The red head angrily shoved bale after bail aside with a pitchfork, her red eyes streaming tears down her face and the back of her hand wet with mucus. The thought of poking through every pollen-emitting and fur-shedding fable in the farm continuously ran through her mind; she might have done it to, had it not been for her new position and her continuous sneezing fit.

“That fugging—ACHHEW!—Dead beat, piece of shH-HICHIEW!” She stopped to wipe her nose with her hand again, a wet snnnrk emitting from her chapped nose.

“I ask him to do one thing! One little thing, and he..hhhe… Hashhoo! He can’t even do that! I swear, when I see him next, I’m gonna rip Jack two new ones with this pitchfork.” For emphasis, she twirled the instrument in her hands. She almost smiled at the thought until another wave of sneezes hit her.

“AKSHOO! HUHCHEW! GASHUUH! UHG-GSHH!” There was no use trying to suck back the snot running down her nose, and she didn’t feel like trying. She pulled her shirt up and wiped her face off, creating a huge wet spot on her thin t-shirt.

“Guh…Mayde Sdow would bring be sobe allergy meds…HAHSSHH!”

Springtime Blues

Fandom: Fables

Character(s): Boy Blue

The last sweet notes of his song wrung out into the clear blue sky, joining the birdsong and the faint noises of traffic in the distance. Blue played to no audience in particular, only the empty streets of Fabletown’s street. And he decided it wanted an encore.

He brought the golden instrument to his lips and took a breath, and was going to begin the next melody when an itch suddenly formed at the back of his nose. His nostrils flared in annoyance, and the musician tried to play on regardless. But the first few notes were cut short as the tickle grew stronger, turning his controlled blasts of air into hitching breaths.

Blue set the trumpet down beside him, waiting for the sneeze to come. It teased and tickled, his nose wriggling in protest. The tickles made its way down his nose, rendering him helpless to its grip. He leaned his head back to the sun, hoping the bright light would bring it out.

“Huh..Huh….H-Hhuh… Huh-chew!”

Of course he wasn’t done. His sneezes always came in threes, and now the itch in his nose was returning to its dormant state. Boy Blue wouldn’t allow it; He used his fingers to massage his petite nose, drawing the buzz out.

“Ehhh…Eshhoo! A-Ahshiew!”

To his shock, however, the tickle did not leave him. Instead it took hold of his entire nose, its intensity skyrocketing. He gasped for air, his nostrils pulsating like mad.

“Hah! H-Hashoo! Uhh-Shhi! Eh... I-Iehhh! Iieshhew!”

He blinked his watery eyes rapidly, trying to bring himself together after the sudden fit. His baby blue eyes fell upon a large, flowery bush near him, and he immediately got up.

“It certainly is spring…” He coughed, heading back inside.