Things In The Night | Bigby Wolf x Reader

FABLE

THROW ME TO THE WOLF, & HE'LL CHEW ON MY BONES BECAUSE HE LOVES ME SO...

When Bigby and Snow found you, you were staring at a woman's head on the steps of the Woodland Apartments. Snow looked at the girl's sullen eyes, and Bigby leant down to look at a familiar face. You had your phone in your hand still, the history showing you calling them lit up on screen. Your other hand was over your mouth, completely flabbergasted at what was before you.

"Did you know her?" Snow asked Bigby, getting back a sullen 'yeah'.

"We have to tell Crane and get this under control. There hasn't been a murder in Fabletown in..." Snow tried to recollect the years.

"A while." Bigby settled on for her, walking around and investigating the scene while Snow spoke to you.

"Miss, do you know-" You turned to her then, and she was slightly taken aback. Your pupils dilated into slits, the vibrant (e/c) colour flooding your eyes, throwing her off. "You're... a dragon."

You nodded, putting your phone away for the time being. You felt a bit nervous after seeing a Fable killed. You brushed the scales on the top of your hands back, smoothing them out.

"Did you... see anything, Miss?" Snow asked, making you nod slowly.

"I saw a girl drop her head off here, she'd gotten out of her taxi and walked through the gate, dropped it and got back in the car."

"And that's all you saw?" Snow asked, her eyebrows knitting together.

"Yes," You told her honestly.

"So the only question is what were you doing here? I know no dragons live around this part of town," Bigby started.

"You're right, we all live in the Bronx," You gave him a smirk before letting out a deep sigh, white smoke billowing out of your nostrils.

"I was just on my way home. I'd had a few drinks earlier in the night and when things started to get out of control, I decided to go home. I walk everywhere, because you know how mundies look at you when they find out you're... y'know, that you look different." You said, your slightly slanted eyes and dilated vertical pupils drifted to Bigby.

"So I didn't take a cab, and when I was walking by here, one was pulling up. It was too late for it to be someone from a bar by now, all the bars had closed two hours ago. So, I hid. I saw a girl get out in heels, a ribbon on her neck, and strut through the gate and put something down under a jacket. She walked off, got in the taxi, and was gone. So then I came out of hiding, and out of curiosity, I move the jacket and there she was." Your hand gestured to the only remains of the decapitated girl.

"How do we know it wasn't you who killed her?" Bigby challenged. "I mean, you're a dragon."

You bared your teeth slightly, their long points past your lip. "I eat princes and mundies, Sheriff. Not princesses, and I definitely finish off mundies. This girl is a Fable."

"I've never seen her," Snow said, her fingers going to her cheek while she tried to jog her memory about the girl. "But she is right about that, Bigby. Dragons don't eat Fables unless they're princes."

"So that rules her out." Bigby huffed, looking at Faith one last time before covering up her head with the jacket. He then lit up a cigarette, offering one to the Dragon, who accepted. Snow pondered for a second, looking between you both before speaking.

"One more question, what do we do with the dragon?"