“Staying Alive Hardly Qualifies As a Hobby.”
Bigby Wolf x Afab!GN!Reader
summary: bigby is hurt, you're in the bath.
misunderstandings hurt the most.
warnings: mentions of blood, other than that, none!
tags: fluff, nonsexual nudity, patching bigby up!
w/c: 580 <3
a/n: im insanely worried my writing is mediocre, and i apologize if it is. im extremely new to posting this publicly, so go easy on me 💔 —🦫
it was hard to ignore the coppery smell in the air as soon as the door opened.
you’d been taking a bath to relax, or trying to— but of course, bigby couldn’t find it in him to wind down with you.
over the soapy scent of your bath, there was a deep, metallic aroma that filled your senses when he walked into the bathroom. a bar fight, maybe? a murder attempt?
because one look at him and you were instantly concerned.
you were sitting up in the bath, water sloshing over the edge: you were about to get up to help him, butt naked, but he put a hand up to silently signal that he was okay.
“what the hell, bigby?” your voice called out as you sat back down, brows knitted.
he didn’t respond, only unbuttoning his collared shirt and letting it drop to the ground. his face definitely got the worst of it.
the mirror was a little steamed around the edges, but you still attempted to make eye contact with him from it. he wasn’t explaining anything to you, and that grated your nerves. he couldn’t just ignore you forever, could he?
“bigby.” you said again.
he stayed quiet, turning on the sink and wetting a rag.
“bigby!”
“what?” he finally growled, not looking at you as he wiped his face with the rag.
his lip was busted, nose bruised and jaw as well. he’s looked worse certainly, but god— he was a mess.
you only scowled from your bath that was beginning to become room temperature. he sighed at the sight of your expression, continuing to wipe the blood and grime from his face with a wince.
“you wanna tell me what the hell happened?” you asked, but it sounded more like a demand.
“it was just a disagreement.”
“my ass.”
“a disagreement that got out of hand.” he snapped, huffing as he leaned against the sink counter. he brought a hand up to his temple, trying to soothe the sharp pain that thudded in his skull.
your face softened at his pained hiss. he dropped the rag in the sink, focusing more on the headache blooming behind his eyes.
“im sorry,” he huffed, voice strained. “its just been…a long night.”
you smiled softly despite the circumstances. “you don’t say.”
you started to stand up from the water again (you needed to get out anyway, the water was cold and you started to prune).
he wanted to protest you getting up from what was supposed to relax you, but locking eyes with you in the mirror stopped whatever words were gonna come out.
he was quiet, letting you walk up behind him and pick the damp and now stained rag up from the sink.
“let me help.” you murmured.
he leaned in to kiss you softly, a warm greeting unlike the cold facade he put up earlier.
you tasted the blood on his tongue when he licked at your lips, making you pull away and squeeze a bruise on his shoulder that made him grimace.
he gave a sheepish smile when you pointed to the toilet.
"so, what actually happened?" you asked curiously as you wrapped the final bandage around his forearm.
"like i said, it was just a misunderstanding."
"one that costed the ability to move your arm?"
"kind of."
you laughed at the absurdity of it. "you, bigby wolf, are a liability.
"that's my specialty."
you cocked a brow, "is it now?"
he nodded.
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