Things In The Night | Bigby Wolf x Reader

DRAGON EYES

Snow and Bigby spoke to Crane about what to do with you. You were brought into the business office to fill out some paperwork with Snow while Bigby supervised Bufkin grabbing some books. He was known to drink on the job.

Snow had watched you fill out paperwork, Bufkin offering you wine while you blew smoke from your nostrils again, exasperated.

Sheriff Bigby Wolf was hands down the most intimidating man you'd ever come into contact with. He stood a few inches taller than you, his somewhat loose white shirt draped over his shoulders with the top button undone enough to see his prominent collarbones. His tie hung loosely around his neck, and the way his eyes seemed to drain into a yellow colour had captivated you. He ran a hand through his hair while he spoke to Snow, letting out a deep sigh while you waited with utmost patience. These two were doing you a huge favour.

"Bigby, we can't let her go back to her apartment," Snow argued, her arms folded against her chest.

"I know, but what are we supposed to do with her? She's a witness to a murder, and she's a Fable. We can't put her in jail because that makes no sense, and she's not coming to stay with you since she's a target." He told Snow firmly, making her mouth snap shut from proposing you staying with her.

"She can't stay with you either." Snow countered, making Bigby's shoulders drop and an eyebrow raise. His hands went into his pockets with his thumbs sticking out while he waited for her reasoning. You noticed this and remembered that was a small display of dominance.

"Everyone knows you live in the smallest apartment in Fabletown," She reminded him. "Where is she going to sleep?"

"My chair," Bigby offered, shrugging a bit and giving Snow this lame half-smirk. She just studied him for a minute and then turned on her heels to face you, walking over and standing in front of you.

"Do you think you'll be alright with sleeping in a big, blue chair that kind of smells like dog?" Snow asked, concerned while you shrouded yourself in your jacket.

"It doesn't smell like dog." Bigby started, closing his mouth when Snow shot daggers at him from over her shoulder. Her eyes narrowed at him before she looked to you for input.

"If that's okay with the Sheriff."

"The Sheriff has no choice. I would offer for you to stay with me, but... Bigby will be able to protect you from whoever did this. He'll have your back way better than I will. He's always protected me and had my back. You're in good hands." She assured you, holding your hands for a second in hers and then looked to Bigby one more time.

"We'll continue this investigation over the next couple of days. Meet me back here in the morning."

Snow left shortly after, the sound of her blue heels clicking against the floor of Crane's office. The door closed, the soft sound of the lock setting in place, leaving you and Bigby alone. Bigby lit a cigarette, and you could only remember Crane saying he hated people smoking in his office. Bigby and Crane tended to have beef, and Bigby seemed to do anything to spite him. You shifted, looking over at him only to see that he was staring at you.

"Split a cab?" He asked you, making you nod. He walked out of the door, cigarette in hand, you following close behind while he held doors for you. He seemed like a nice person on the inside, just with a rather abrasive outside. You watched him walk almost caddy-corner to you, his long hair touching his broad shoulders. You exited the building and peered around, meeting Bigby's eyes again. He took a drag of his cigarette without breaking eye contact, then asked, "How do I know you?"

You blinked once or twice, thinking about how many times you'd seen Bigby out with Snow or Bigby on his own. You'd seen him trudging to his apartment in the late hours of the night. Sometimes he was tired, sometimes drunk, and sometimes both. You'd seen Bigby like a ghost in the mirror in the window of a cab. You'd seen him chase Tweedledee around the block down the street from Prince Lawrence's. You'd seen him everywhere, and you know he'd seen you, but you didn't want him to think he knew more about you. He didn't need the upper hand in this one.

"I don't know if you've seen me before." You said with a hint of doubt, standing on the curb with Bigby while he tried to hail a cab.

"I'm sure I have." His gruff voice sounded almost condescending, making you look up at him and just study his profile.

"You've seen me in the Book of Fables, Sheriff." Bigby gave a half nod to this, thinking that was the right answer. He couldn't help but feel like he'd seen her in person though, he always remembered the smell of a dragon. No one could fool that nose. Dragons were too distinct to forget.

"I know what dragon eyes look like and I know there's only four of you left." Bigby told you, making you cross your arms and frown a bit. "I've seen you somewhere. Your sisters don't have those (e/c) eyes like you do."

You weren't sure how to take that. It sounded sort of like a compliment to your eyes but somehow in the same breath, it sounded like an observation. You left it alone, knowing it would be much easier than create complex feelings right off the bat over a statement. You opened your mouth to speak, but the second your lips parted was the same second the cab pulled up. You both hopped in, you setting your purse in your lap immediately and starting to dig through it to find some spare change. You found a few dollars bills and a five, so you figured that'd be enough to get you both from the business office to the Woodland apartments. Plus you were splitting it, so now it seemed like you had enough for dinner, too.

You rode, for the most part, in silence. Every once in awhile you'd catch Bigby looking at you or vice versa. It was... strange, really. He recognized you and you knew him, but you didn't know how to tell him that you'd met at a bar once before. You had ill intentions that night, and it was an encounter you wouldn't forget.