Despite the blood that usually turns my stomach smearing over my lips and the smell of iron gathering in my nose, I relax into Bigby's gore covered kiss. His hand on my back pulls me closer til I'm almost seated in his naked lap. The other keeps my lips pressed to his, not allowing either of us to back away for breath. I move my hands away from Bigby's face to his shoulders and dig my fingers into his skin. His scruff scratches my cheeks and our noses squish against each other. The heat from his bare chest feels almost suffocating in the scalding room and I pull him closer anyways.
My heart protests as Bigby pulls away by clenching so hard I'm sure it's going to concave. My eyelids slip open and I see the sheriff's golden eyes staring up at something.
Then I'm harshly forced back into reality, like being shoved into icy water. I follow his gaze and fire surges under my skin. The Crooked Man stands in a window on the second floor. He stares down at us like he's the king of the hill.
Bigby unwinds himself from me and picks up some leftover scraps of his clothes. I take all the shreds of white fabric and shake them out, like one would when folding. With each shake the scraps piece themselves together until they form a full shirt again, which I hand off to the wolf. I repeat the process for the rest of his clothes, allowing the adrenaline from fighting Bloody Mary to fade into almost nonexistence.
As we head up the metal staircases to the second floor, the magic within me starts to settle, becoming less ready for action. More stagnant, like it usually is.
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It's a small room that sits in darkness, save for the light coming from the windows overlooking the work floor. A desk sits in the back right corner with a chair in front of it and stacked boxes stand to the right of the door. The Crooked Man stays relaxed and facing the window like we're still standing down there.
Bigby scans the office, searching for anyone waiting in the darkness to ambush us. But there's just the Crooked Man. The sheriff closes the door behind us and steps further inside.
"Hello, Bigby. Y/n. You two look tired," the Crooked Man says, still not looking at us. His casual tone of voice causes me to grit my teeth.
"Go fuck yourself," I huff.
"Give me one good reason not to rip you apart right now," the sheriff growls as he steps forward. The Crooked Man whips around to face us with a gun pointed between Bigby's eyes. The wolf stops, though he doesn't seem particularly intimidated. At this point the gun wouldn't do much, especially not with the little bit of magic still pooling in my hands.
"Before you do anything with me, I thought I should point out a few things." The welcoming, friendly tone of his is dead and gone. His voice stays flat and serious, with a slight growl caused by how tense he actually is. "Snow White would want you to bring me back to the Woodlands, wouldn't she?"
"Doesn't mean you have to go unharmed," I state. Bigby steps forward and the Crooked Man backs up, tightening his grip on his revolver.
"I'm not quite finished. Look, all I ask for is a chance to speak for myself in front of the community." The sheriff and I share a look of confusion.
"The whole town will be calling for your execution," Bigby says as he crosses his arms over his chest. "Why would you want us to bring you back there?"
"Why don't you let me worry about that." The wolf takes another step forward, and another. With each step the Crooked Man retreats further. Looks like the tides have changed. "Look, there's no reason to be at each other's throats here."
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The Wicked Witch of the West | Bigby Wolf Love Story
Fanfic"No one has ever destroyed her before, so I naturally thought she would make slaves of you, as she has of the rest. But take care; for she is wicked and fierce, and may not allow you to destroy her. Keep to the West, where the sun sets, and you cann...
