Red Riding Hood's Wolf (Bigby x Reader)

Lair of the Crooked Man

FINALLLYyyy

IM SORRY FOR THE DELAYYYYY

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Bigby stretches with a soft groan as he and (Y/N) make their way through the halls of the Woodlands, the man feeling more rested than he had in a while, even if his nap was only for a short while. His light brown eyes flick to (Y/N) as she walks alongside him, his heart squeezing in his chest with overwhelming fondness and affection for the woman. 

Reaching out, he gently brushes his fingers against her own, slowly intertwining his hand with her own and giving it a squeeze of affection. (Y/N) looks down at their hands with a hint of surprise before relaxing with a small, shy yet pleased smile, her own hand squeezing his in return. Bigby's cheeks become warm as he softly clears his throat, his expression one of flustered indifference as he tries to maintain a stoic exterior, failing horrible as a small, giddy smile cracks through his facade.

The two approach the door leading to the Business Office, Bigby reluctantly releasing her hand and pushing the door open, stepping aside to let (Y/N) enter first. Smiling with fond gratitude, (Y/N) enters, Bigby following her closely as they walk into the large Business Office.

The Business Office, The Woodland Building, Evening

"I don't care who killed the prostitutes!" a familiar voice snaps angrily, the voice echoing a bit in the massive room. "If Crane was helping himself to the community coffers, it means his hand was in my pocket!"

(Y/N)'s face falls at the familiar sound of Bluebeard's voice, already feeling irritation fill her. Bigby's own expression becomes one of blank annoyance, a quiet, stifled sigh leaving him as he walks alongside (Y/N) towards the center of the room.

Bluebeard slams his hands on the desk in front of him, Snow White sitting behind it with her hands delicately clasped on her lap, her expression hardened and her lips pressing into a thin line. 

"And you just let him go!" Bluebeard accuses furiously.

Bufkin flutters through the room, slowing down and lowering to land on a shelf beside where Snow sat, the creature seeming concerned about the argument as (Y/N) and Bigby continue their approach.

"I don't know what you heard, but it didn't happen like that," Snow calmly replies, her tone hardened and steady.

Bluebeard's eye twitches. "Are you denying the facts?!"

Toad, who had been sitting and listening, huffs angrily as he rises, his small frame blocked by Bluebeard as he steps forward while glaring up at the man.

"She's denying me the chance to get a word in!" Toad butts in with annoyance, waving his hands animatedly before turning his focus to Snow. "Now, Miss White, I--"

Bufkin notices movement, his expression lighting up with relief. "Sheriff Bigby and Deputy (Y/N) have returned!" he chirps happily, taking flight as he leaves the argument.

Snow looks over, relief flashing across her features as she rises from her seat. Bluebeard grumbles lowly with annoyance at the interruption, Toad glancing over as he lazily stuffs his hands into his pockets.

"Ah, there's the ole wrecking ball himself, along with his little partner," Toad comments casually.

"Where have you two been?" Snow demands with concern as she walks around her desk, approaching the two.

Bluebeard's eyes narrow, his arms folding over his chest. "I'm not finished here, Miss White--"

"You will have to wait!" Snow snaps in return, holding a finger up as though she were scolding a child. "Just one moment, please."