°•| "What Sharp Teeth You Have" |•° bigby x reader

Curiouser and Curiouser

"Come on kid! You can't be this pathetic!"

Bigby growled aggressively at his father's remarks,

"Shut up!"

Bigby charged at the man-

"Bigby?" a soft voice broke him from his trance, and a hand was placed gently on his shoulder,

Bigby's eyes shot open as he grabbed the person's hand and unconsciously dug his nails in,

"shit, " a female voice cursed softly, 
"Bigby, it's okay, I'm here... "

Bigby felt a soft hand cup his face tenderly as it rubbed its thumb up and down soothingly. Bigby's vision suddenly came to him and he found a worried Deputy (L/n) wincing in pain. He let go.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, I don't-"

"It's fine," she interjected, "You were freaking out, I should've been more cautious, I'm sorry I startled you... " she left her hand on his cheek for a moment more, then pulled away and walked to the now 'clean' dining table,

"You didn't have much, and I was too tired to make much of anything else, but I made you toast...  It's not much, but I do need to check in with Swineheart...  Again. " she was shifted slightly so he couldn't see her hands, she grabbed her jacket off of one of the worn down chairs then made her way to the door, now covering her other hand with her jacket.

"Let me see it. " Bigby demanded as kindly as he could right as she reached the door.  He stood up and made his way over to her.

"It's fine, I just cut my hand on some glass, I'll just go see Swine-"

"(Y/n). "

Bigby was now right beside her with his hand on the door, "If it was just a cut, you wouldn't bother to go see Swineheart, for crying out loud you got shot and told me not to worry about it. " with his free hand, he reached towards her, silently asking her to give him her hand.

She stood silently with her hand still hidden within her jacket, she didn't make eye contact with him, let alone even glance at him.

"I need to go. "

Bigby paused he watched her silently as she stood completely still, then moved away from the door, allowing her to leave. She blinked a few times before opening the door and leaving.

"Damn Bigby, you never told me you were friends with a babe. " a sarcastic remark came from the kitchen, Bigby made his way over to see Colin,

"Weren't you sent to the farm?"

"I wanted a drink. " Colin states while leaning over to drink some of the whiskey (y/n) had brought Bigby last night.

"She's sweet, you two dating? Last I heard you were in love with Snow. "

Bigby let out an annoyed sigh, "She's my partner. Does she know you're here?"

Colin lifted his head from the glass, "Yea, she's the one who offered me some whiskey. Of course, she asked if you knew I was here...  I lied...  But she's nice. " Colin glanced up at Bigby with squinted eyes, "She didn't send me to the farm. "

Bigby rolled his eyes then turned to the table with a now empty plate, "The hell?" 

"It was getting heated, you two have some sexual tension, I figured if you're gonna eat something, I might as well not waste the good food on the table. " Colin thought for a moment, "Wonder why she didn't show you her hand though... She showed me, well unintentionally, but she did. "

Bigby's annoyance suddenly turned into curiosity. 

Curiosity killed the cat.

"How bad was the cut?"

"That's the thing, there wasn't one."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean there wasn't a cut, it was more like a tattoo, like some witch craft stuff. "

But satisfaction brought it back.

Bigby left his apartment without another word to Colin, and made his way to Swineheart's. He knew it couldn't have been just some cut, no fable would be worried about a cut like that, some wouldn't even worry about an axe to the head...  Speaking of axes....

Bigby stepped into the hospital and immediately noticed a concerned Woody and an annoyed Swineheart,

"What do you mean she was just gone people don't just disappear. You were in her room all night, and she was out cold. "

"I told you I don't know, alright-" Woody noticed Bigby standing a few feet from them,  "You."  Woody stood up and made his way to Bigby, 

"Where'd she go, wolf?"

"I thought she came here, that's where she said she was going. " Bigby got defensive as Woody approached him with clenched fists.

"You saw her?" Swineheart spoke up.

"Yea, I assumed you let her out last night, she came over, then left. "

Bigby suddenly remembered how she had gone to his apartment in her hospital gown, she snuck out. 

"She said she was coming here?" Swineheart grazed over the fact that Bigby said he had seen her before this, but he probably didn't even care.

"Yea, she seemed pretty hell bent on getting here. "

Swineheart had left Bigby with the task of finding her himself. Bigby wasn't complaining, he wanted to talk to her, but he was complaining that Woody insisted on going with him.

They walked in silence as Bigby tried tracing (y/n) scent, but something was off, typically, he was in tune with her scent. Normally he would have found her by now.

"What the hell's taking so long, wolf?" Woody asked impatiently.

"Shut the hell up, would you. " Bigby shot back, earning him a glare from the Woodsman.

After the crooked man and his goons were put to justice, Woody and Bigby had actually gotten along, even if it was only for a few days. Then suddenly they both realized they were after the same girl, even if Bigby never admitted it out loud.

"Bigby? Woody? Why are you two hanging out?"

Bigby and Woody were both broken from their train of thought to see (y/n) standing in front of them with two cups of coffee and a cookie loosely held in her other hand.

"What the hell are you doing here? You said you were going to see Swineheart!" Bigby may have looked and sounded pissed, but in reality he was relieved that she was okay.

She paused then glanced away from the two men in front of her,

"I met a...  Friend?" she seemed to ask rather than answer.

"(y/n). "

"It's true! It's just I think this person might know more about this... This, " she made a gesture with her hand that was now wrapped in bandages and had a fingerless glove placed over them, "Than Swineheart does... "

"And who's your friend?" Woody questioned.

"How curious. "