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smolgloves · 3 months

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The Trial

Summary: Freya is reunited with her cousin, but must face a trial for breaking the rules

Tw: mentions of death, mentions of slavery, transphobia/enbyphobia, deadnaming

Deep underground, unbeknownst to the people of Skaars Hollow, was a colony of borrowers. Tunnels were painstakingly carved by the tiny people to keep such a large group hidden from the larger beings. Uncle Eskel said it was better that way, but after sitting in the empty room with only four dirt walls to keep her trapped, Freya started to wonder if this way was truly keeping her people safe or if this was merely a way to keep them sheltered.

The door creaked open and a figure not much taller than Freya slipped in. “I can't stay here long but you need to tell me everything.”

“Kes!” Freya jumped up from the bedroll and practically tackled her cousin into a hug. His arms wrapped around her and she was fully embraced in the familiar scent of smoke and ash that clung to him. “I was worried sick about you.” He said, trying to sound stern but the crack in his voice gave himself away.

“I know, I'm sorry.” Freya pulled away from Kes to meet his gray eyes. Soot smeared his round cheeks; when Freya slipped out of the border, he was still in the forge. Gods, he must have been searching for her since last night! “I thought I could get more supplies beyond the border.”

“I figured that much,” Kes sighed, taking Freya by the hand and sitting down on the bedroll with her. “But I need to know if you were spotted by that group that caused havoc in Huskin's Tavern.”

Freya tucked her knees to her chest, despite being close to Kes, she still struggled to meet his worrisome gaze. Unlike her, Kes was a more cautious and secluded borrower who didn't care to leave the safety of the walls. To him, there was uncertainty when one ventured out to larger being territory, and he refused to be put in a position where he might get caught. So he opted to be the colony's blacksmith, while Freya looked for supplies for him. They made a pretty good team, but that still didn't make telling Kes what happened any easier. “I got caught last night by that group.”

“By the gods, are you alright?!” Kes grabbed onto her shoulders and began studying her for any signs of injuries. “One of the scouts said you were covered in blood! Which one hurt you?!”

“I'm fine, really!” Freya shoved her cousin away, but flashed a smile. “It takes more than a few travelers to knock me down.”

“I'm glad this experience hasn't shaken your confidence, but this is serious.” He sighed. “What happened out there?”

“They didn't want me to head back home alone, and agreed to escort me back.” Freya avoided eye contact as she uttered those words, yet the horror that radiated off of him was palpable. “They were already planning on coming to town for some business.”

“What kind of business?”

“They were going after the goblins that terrorize the outskirts of the town and their leader wants to investigate the plague.” Freya took a shaky breath, fearing Kes’ reaction. “I think they're going to help us.”

Kes stared at her like she was suddenly growing horns and a tail. “Help us or help the real townsfolk?”

“All of us, Kes!” She exclaimed. “They seem like… good people.”

“Large ones don't help borrowers.” He clenched his jaw. “And if they do, it's never for the right reasons.”

Freya was no stranger when Kes acted this way, she knew what he had been through and thirteen years later, he still was traumatized by the raid of their colony. Normally, Freya would leave him alone to mourn his losses, but in a few hours, Freya would have to stand before the elders and face a trial that may not stand in her favor. Her only hope was to persuade Kes into seeing her point of view. She placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “I don't know how else to explain it, but they're different.” Freya sighed softly, thinking about how Tav treated her, and wondered of their fate. Did they survive or were they already dead? Freya had to push those thoughts out of her head, Tav had to be fine. If they haven't fallen to the illithid parasite, then surely they wouldn't fall to Huskin! “Their leader speaks with such passion and kindness.”

Kes hastily shushed her. “You know better than to talk like that!”

“I'm just thinking about our colony!” Freya retorted. “We've been hurt by the plague too, and they have a lead on how to end it, maybe if we asked-!”

“You're going to get exiled or executed If you keep talking like this!” Kes hissed out, a fierce glare met locked onto her before fading away. He sighed. “Look, maybe there are nice large ones out there, but you need to play this smart. Tell them you were scared, be vague, do that and your punishment might not be so severe. Please, I can't lose you, Freya.”

“Okay.” Freya nodded, there was no getting through to him. Pride and fear kept a lot of borrowers in line, it was usually a life saver but Freya feared that would soon be their downfall if the plague continued to spread.

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Freya tugged at the sleeves of her green blouse, the questions had been relentless since the trial began, it didn't help when the entire colony had gathered around to listen to her brush with danger. She told them the story about getting caught by Astarion, meeting Tav and the rest of the group, and having to stay until morning; she of course, left out certain details that might make the colony panic more, but the main story was the truth.

“And they just let you go?” Asked uncle Eskel.

“Yes.”

“Why?” Uncle Eskel's stone gray eyes bore into Freya. He was definitely the spitting Image of Kes, but where her cousin showed more kindness and sympathy when he looked at Freya, uncle Eskel only showed a stern disapproval. The two quarreled for a long time, as to why, that remained a mystery. Whatever the reason, Freya knew she wouldn't get any pardons for simply being the elder's niece.

“They… didn't see a use in keeping me.” Freya sighed. “The group had better things to do than keep a borrower around.”

Murmurs spread around the room speculating how a borrower would simply be let go. Then one elder named Whitcomb broke through the crowd. “Preposterous, a larger being wouldn't let a borrower go!” He shook a bony fist in the air. “We are too valuable on the black market.”

“Ta- The halfling showed empathy when they met me.” Quizzical looks painted the faces of the five elders, none of them could wrap their heads around a larger one being nice to a borrower. “Their priority was to figure out what was causing the plague in Skaars Hollow, they had no time to… sell me off.”

“Why are they curious about the plague?” The elder named Petrona asked. She was a woman in her forties, the youngest elder of the five. The only reason she was appointed was because her mother- the previous elder, had gotten sick from the very plague and was likely to die.

“They want to cure the town of this ailment.” Freya glanced over to Kes, his jaw clenched tightly as he stared at her with wide eyes. She wished she could read his mind right now, was he mentally screaming at her for speaking too much or just filled with general anxiety?

“So Freya got lucky and was spared by kind travelers?” The elder known as Veron said, running his fingers through his graying beard. Things seemed to be going Freya's way, the hammering in her chest was slowly easing up.

But Mirable cleared her throat and stood up. “I'd like to remind the council that Freya lingered in the tavern after she was free.” Freya cursed under her breath, of course Mirable would rat her out!

“Is this true, Freya?” Uncle Eskel's voice cut through like a blade, ready to pierce her heart if she even utters the wrong words.

“I did,” She let out a heavy sigh. “I wanted to know more about the plague to see if I could learn anything that might help us.”

For a moment, the crowd seemed to approve of Freya's logic. That maybe the young borrower was only risking herself for the sake of her people, surely she shouldn't be punished so severely for thinking about the fate of her people, right? But Mirable only glared at Freya with dagger-like eyes. “Oh? If that's the case then explain why you attacked the one who tried to kill the Gith?”

Gasps dispersed around the room, Kes looked as though he might rip out his own dark hair. If the ground decided to open up below Freya's feet, she would gladly let herself be swallowed up to avoid this trial.

“Answer the question, Freya.” Uncle Eskel snapped.

“She was aiding in learning more about this plague.” It took everything in Freya to keep her voice from trembling. “I wanted to do my part in aiding them to that.”

“Borrowers are forbidden to aid larger beings no matter the reason!” Her uncle shouted. “You know this, yet you defied the very law that has kept our people safe!”

“Standing back and watching them die could only hurt our people!” Freya retorted.

“Father…” Kes cleared his throat, his hands shook more than Freya did. “Perhaps, Freya's intentions should be… considered over her nativity?”

“Silence Kan… Kestrel!” Uncle Eskel shot a piercing glare at his child. “All of Freya's actions will be judged!”

Nails dug into Freya's clenched fists, even ten years after Kes began his transition, Uncle Eskel's efforts to use his child's true name was lacking. Years of arguing with him wore him down enough to use the correct name to keep the house civil, yet they all knew uncle wasn't keen on the change. Anger boiling, Freya was ready to lash out at her uncle, but her eyes glanced over to her older cousin, who shook his head at her. She didn't need to read minds to know Kes was telling her not to start this now, and as much as she hated it, she knew he was right, the correction can wait until after she is given a penalty.

Petrona glanced over at uncle Eskel. “I hate to say it, but Kes has a point. If the travelers mean to seek aid for this plague then surely Freya should meet a less severe punishment?”

Loza, the other female elder scoffed. “Even if the large ones aid this town, we will not obtain such gratification.”

“That's not true!” Freya blurted out, all eyes fell on her now. Her throat threatened to close in an attempt to seal her true words from leaving her lips, but the searing glares from the elders kept her from freezing up. She had to speak up, to vouch for Tav and their companions. “I mean… their leader seemed keen on helping everyone affected by the plague. Perhaps, aid could even… reach us.”

The collective gasp wasn't at all surprising but it was disheartening, the quiet murmurs became full blown clamors, people spoke of theories of what the group did to Freya to make her say such a blasphemous thing.

“Are you suggesting that we reveal ourselves to those travelers just because a few of our own are ill?” Whitcomb bellowed out.

“Absolutely not!” Her breathing became more ragged, her mind racking for ideas that could win the colony over. “But maybe… I could… ask for the assistance myself.”

“No!” Kes shouted out, terror flickered in his eyes. His fear was reasonable, but Freya only gave him an apologetic look before continuing. “I heard they're going to investigate the cave south of here. If I go there, I could get the answers and hopefully, a cure for this plague. I would be the only borrower they interact with during the whole journey.”

“Have you gone mad, girl?! You're asking to befriend the very beings that have oppressed our people!” Fury was painted on uncle Eskels's face; there was no doubt he wanted to do nothing more than to scream at the top of his lungs for even hearing such a suggesting, but he maintained a professional decorum. “Have you forgotten the last time a borrower befriended a large one?” He asked in an eerily calm tone.

“Of course I haven't.” Freya's jaw clenched, how dare her uncle question her loyalty, she was not like the boy from thirteen years ago. The boy who befriended the larger being only to be betrayed and hunted down along with the rest of her colony for a quick profit. The very raid that took the lives of her parents, and the lives of Kes’ mother and younger brother. She wasn't stupid, she knew what larger beings were capable of, but if the fate of her colony rests in the hands of Tav, then she must do everything she can to make sure her people survive, even if such methods were… unconventional.

“I worry about Freya's alliance.” Mirable's cold voice silenced the crowd. “There was another questionable character amongst the travelers. The pale elf had a bounty on him, Huskin and his grunts wanted him, and the way he fought... He used more than blades to slaughter his enemies, he also tore into the neck of one of the cooks. I've only heard of vampires doing such a thing.” The scout studied Freya for a moment, she saw the guilt written on her. “I'm right, aren't I?”

She couldn't face anyone, not Mirable, not the elders, not even Kestrel. There was no good way to explain why Tav kept a vampire around, Freya couldn't even fully understand why. Her silence was all the confirmation the crowd needed.

“By the gods!” Uncle Eskel shouted. “You would have us put our trust in a group who lets a vampire roam free?!”

“One that walks in the sun too!” Veron added.

“Did he charm you?” Petrona gasped.

“Of course not!” Freya scrunched her nose. “The halfling is the one who leads the charge and he listens to them.”

“A vampire will always listen to their instincts.” Whitcomb warned. “And a colony of borrowers will satisfy their hunger for a bit.”

The panic in the crowd grew like a pot of water boiling over. Youngsters mentioned second hand stories about vampires, while the elderly feared they must uproot their lives and leave Skaars Hollow, and mothers cried out for the safety of their children. It was chaos that couldn't be contained.

“You have put our colony in danger with your recklessness!” Uncle Eskel shouted.

“Everything I have ever done was for the colony!” She snapped back.

“It was for your own selfish desire to seek out adventure, like your father!” Her uncle screamed out, his voice silenced the crowd, they watched in bated breath realizing this was no longer just a trial of a borrower who broke the rules, but a family affair being put on display. When Freya didn't retort back, uncle Eskel cleared his throat of all the rage he had pented up. “I have given you a pass due to it being the very thing that saved you from the raid, but now I see my leniency has put us at risk.”

Freya tensed up. “What are you saying?”

Uncle Eskel took a deep breath. “As of tonight, you are no longer welcome as a member of our colony. You will be escorted beyond the border where you will continue your exile alone.”

Yo-you can't do this!” Freya shrieked, her eyes locked onto her older cousin's, who shared the same look of fear as her. Neither of them should be surprised yet they were gutted by the verdict no less!

“Are we sure we should let her go freely,” Loza scowled. “Where she could always return with… unwanted guests.”

“I will not sentence the daughter of my sister to be executed.” While still stern, a glimpse of pity shone in his eyes. It was easier to pretend her uncle hated her, but deep down, Freya knew he had a soft spot for her just for looking like her mother.

“There must be another way, father!” Kes pleaded, tears pricked his eyes. “What if we forbade her from leaving the walls.”

“No!” Uncle Eskel bellowed. “She will continue to sneak out and cause trouble!” His cold glare fell onto his niece. “If you won't abide by the rules that kept your ancestors alive, then you can live on your own where your actions will only get yourself killed!”

“All I did was try to help!” There was no holding back tears anymore, she looked back to Kes, meeting his eyes one last time before Mirable pushed Freya along to send her out in the wilderness.

A/N: Hey, I just wanted to take a moment and say this was my first time writing transphobia in a story and while I took time to consult with people about the topic before hand, I will still admit that this is a topic that I wanted to tread carefully on. I didn't want to shoehorn the topic in but also not downplay the affects of misgendering/deadnaming. If anyone has more advice on how to write such a delicate topic. Let me know! Also Kes is trans-masc and would use he/they pronouns, I'm not quite sure how to write a character with multiple pronouns. So if anyone has any tips on that, feel free to let me know. Thank you for your support!

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uthonmars · 2 years

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Witchers' Hunter

A sassy and quite bashful bounty hunter stumbles across the wrong creatures. 3,405 words

Blood, gore, maybe body horror, and of course my favourite, unintentional fearplay.

Honestly, just skip to under the cut, the beginning is just a filler but I guess it'd help make sense of the story, so maybe don't.

I was sent on a mission to dispel a Witch in the woods, but of course my luck wasn't in favour today.

She wasn't your typical one, just making healing potions and magik spells to those who needed it; she was far worse. There have been many reports of her stealing farmers' livestock and purposely wrecking their fields of crops. It would be no surprise if I was being lied to just to get the Witch away because of prejudice and her practices, but now coming face to face to her I've realised I came underprepared.

She was nasty to say the least. Decapitated animal heads hung from her hut, dripping blood profusely. She stood before me, nails sharp and ugly with a stereotypical wicked grin on her face.

“Well if it isn't a measly Human,” she snarled nastily. “I've never purposely had a head of your own kind before.”

“And you won't be getting one today.” I scoffed lightly and she didn't leave room for anymore conversation.

Quickly I pulled out my daggers as she lunged at me, swinging her nails at me. I cut at her, landing my blades against her shoulder but she didn't falter, only moving faster in anticipation to get my throat. I grunted as she swiped at my arm, cutting through my stupidly thin armour. My skin began to burn, a raging fire spreading across my skin.

Did she poison her nails? If this goes on for much longer I’ll need to retreat, and the Witch knows this.

I charged at her, lunging for her face so I could quickly cut off her head. I was too slow to doge her grab at my throat, meaning she gripped me by it and held me in the air. Her mistake because with one quick slash I cut off her hand, and when I landed back on the ground I proceeded to tackle her. She thrashed around, screaming in my face and calling me awful names.

“I'll send you where even Witches don't want to go!” she blew something in my face catching me totally off guard. I jumped back, tripping over her now self aware cut off hand.

Fuck.

“Bye, little human.” she cackled and I was sent through a portal, so conveniently knocking me out.

“Mmm,” I groaned awake, head and arm throbbing in pain. “Fuck.”

I lay there for a few moments, just wanting to rest. Now where am I?

I sprung to my feet, quickly regretting it because of the way my head throbbed more. Great, where did that wretched Witch-Bitch send me to?

The good thing was, I'm not in a forest.

High wooden walls surrounded me, but a small crack of light seeped through an opening at the front. Gathering my discarded things that fell off my satchel, I limped towards it, only then noticing the pain in my ankle. I must've sprained it when I landed out of the portal. Great.

Grumbling to myself, I began to push on the huge piece of wood, hoping to open it. And I did, but with much effort and two minutes of my time wasted. Breathing heavily, I stared out in shock at the scenery.

I was in some sort of huge house. Was I teleported to Giants land? That… wasn't ideal but they're normally well acquainted with Humans, we both help each other a lot. Many other races besides us too. This wasn't really that big of a problem, I can just teleport myself back.

Focussing energy into my hands, I tried to tear open a portal. Except it didn't work. Huh… my body must be tired. Shrugging, I reached into my bag and pulled out a rope. I tied my dagger to it, then bent down and jammed it into the wood.

Hopefully this will stay.

I climbed down the rope slowly and carefully so I didn't fall. As I did, I took this as an opportunity to look around. Various types of jars and vials decorated shelves, along with dead animal parts. Normally Giants weren't ones to keep dead things. This one must be a mage or alchemist of some sort. Not uncommon. I'd only really be scared if they were a Witcher. That would be terrifying.

When I landed onto the counter below me, I tugged on the rope a few times until the dagger detached itself from the wood, then I caught it before it could clash on the ground. Huffing, I slowly walked across the counter, being careful of my sprained ankle. Hopefully they could help me with this too.

I travelled around the desk for thirty minutes, becoming more uneasy at each new thing I came across. Jars of dead animal heads were scattered everywhere, and drawings of creatures I'd never seen before were scattered amongst. Giants were to live peaceful lives and heard animals, like farmers, not encounter monstrosities like these.

This… I couldn't possibly be in a Witchers house.

Low thumping from afar caught my attention and I immediately ran towards the back of the table I was currently on. My ankle surged in pain but that wasn't my concern right now. I hid behind a stack of books, waiting.

The thumping got closer and eventually the sound of a heavy door creaking open caught my ears. My hairs stood up and my pulse spiked in fear.

Deep and heavy breathing got louder until the door to the room I was in got swung open. I flinched back, peeking around books.

Oh fuck. It was a Witcher.

He stood tall and blood stained his cheek, but he didn't pay attention to it. Instead, his eyes were locked onto the cabinet door I left wide open when I first woke up. His eyes stared at it, glowing bright yellow in confusion. He walked over to it, long black hair swishing back and forth as he walked.

Fuck— he'll most likely think a rat did that right? I'm sure he gets many of those, considering all the stuff he has laying about. It's surely not uncommon—

He breathed in, eyes closing as he took in my smell. His posture tensed and a scowl formed on his face.

I am so dead. This is what the Witch meant.

When he turned around his eyes scanned over all of the surfaces, meaning he was looking for me. I stayed still, not breathing as he went over to various counters and shelves, moving things around, and not saying anything the entire time.

I need to get out of here.

Gaining a small amount of courage, I slowly got to my feet, crouching away from the books. He didn't seem to hear me as I shuffled to the back of the table. I then quietly jammed my knife into the wood and threw the rope down. Watching the Witcher as I moved, I slowly and carefully slid down the rope, desperately not wanting to get his attention. Luckily for me, he was too preoccupied on the other side of the room.

As I made it halfway down the rope his legs moved closer to where I was and my breath hitched. Continuing my way down, I took as few breaths as I could so he wouldn't hear me. He took in another quiet sniff, now knowing the general area I was in. Silently but now quickly I made my way down the rope, pausing as I got to the end of it. I was a few feet off the floor and it would be hard to pull out the knife from the wood.

When the Witcher moved again, shuffling things around, I risked it and landed on the floor with a quiet thump. And he definitely heard it.

"Little one." I shivered and tingles went up my spine as he spoke, voice deep and no emotion relevant in it.

Panicking further, I tugged on the rope, desperately wanting to pull my knife out. I saw his footsteps draw nearer, only making my fear grow. Luckily the knife was removed from the wood but it swung crazily as it descended to the ground. I put my hand up jumping to catch it, but it bounced off my fingertips and landed against the ground with a loud clash.

I'm so fucking dead.

I picked it up, sprinting away from the massive being. He easily moved the table I was under, barely missing me as I slid under a bookshelf. My arm and ankle throbbed in pain, and it almost felt broken.

"I can smell your fear." He spoke again, still with no emotion. Ignoring him, I crawled deeper under the shelf, progressing towards the next thing to shelter me.

As I was about to crawl underneath another shelf, a thick arm slammed down in front of the opening. I bit my tongue hard and drew blood as I tried not to scream. Turning back the other way, and crawling towards where I came from, a huff of air blew against me. Then a bag of some sort was dropped in front of that opening too.

"Fuck fuck fuck." I muttered, trying to think of a way out of this.

Huge hands were placed under the bookshelf, easily pulling it forward.

Searching my bag, I took out a small empty glass bottle and chucked it over the Witchers arm and to the other shelf. Hopefully he would think something fell over there, or preferably that I was over there.

When his movements stopped, I took this as my chance to scurry past the bag he dropped and sprinted away. When I got more out into the open, his head snapped towards me. We locked eyes as I kept running and he shuffled towards me, trying to stop my escape. Easily he moved everything I went under until I was eventually cornered.

We stared at each other, his bright yellow eyes piercing through me and I couldn't help but tremble. He crouched and I flinched back, pushing myself against the wall. The Witcher obviously noticed this but didn't say anything.

A scream rippled through my throat when he reached towards me. Instinctively I grabbed out my blade and shoved it into his index finger, ripping down his skin. He pulled back, taking the blade with him. A scowl came across his face and I knew I royaly fucked up.

With the little magik I had left, I created a black barrier around me making it so I could see out but nothing could see in. My injured foot was peeking out from the barrier and I couldn't pull it back in. I'd have to release the barrier, pull it in, then put it back up.

The Witcher noticed it and his good hand reached towards it.

No way, he's going to fucking break it even more.

He touched it and I screamed in pain, not even able to move it.

"Huh?" The Giant hummed in confusion. He pulled at it and I sobbed in pain but didn't release the barrier. Or I tried not to. He tugged one more time and it fell, revealing my sobbing and withering form.

"Let the fuck go!" I hissed and when he saw how twisted my ankle was compared to the other, he did. "Now get the fuck away from me!" I pulled my leg into myself, crying in pain.

"You're hurt." He obviously stated.

"Yeah no fucking shit! Now— go so I can teleport away!"

"And how will you manage that?" His face became bored and unimpressed. "You can't stand and after that little barrier stunt you pulled, you obviously have nothing left."

"Shut up—"

"Sleep." He blew something into my face making me cough.

It was some sort of sleeping spell.

I whimpered and tried to crawl away from the Giant. Holding my satchel close, I fell into the spell, hoping I'd die rather than wake up.

Something nudged my arm and I ignored it, shifting onto my side. A stray dog probably got into my cabin again. Whatever.

It nudged my back this time and I promptly ignored it again.

"Wake up." A deep voice gumbled, flinching me awake. I jolted up, turning around in confusion. My vision blurred as I tried to get up and see who was in my cabin. My breathing quickened when my vision didn't clear.

"Wh— who— what's…" my speech slurred together.

"Shhh," the voice reassured me. "Open your mouth." Something was pressed against my lips but I shoved it away, not knowing what it was or who was talking to me.

"N-No," I turned away and scooted back. "Mmnf," A whine left me as something warm surrounded my shivering body. "Stop… leave me…" I felt so sick and weak. It sucked.

Something was pressed against my lips and at first I tried to get away from it. But the smell of potatoes and pork filled my nose and I couldn't help but eagerly gulp it down. It seemed like I hadn't eaten in days and I didn't know why.

When the food was pulled away I whined again, wanting more of it. Thankfully my vision mostly cleared which allowed me to take in my surroundings.

“Where am I— wuz happenin?” I groaned, trying to figure out what exactly I was looking at. I was laying on a large table of some sort and my arm and ankle were bandaged up. “Wait I need to go to the farmers and tell him I killed the Witch.” I began to stand up. Where’s my daggers?

“No.” a soft voice spoke. I went to protest but giant hands filled my view and a finger gently pushed me back down. My eyes stared at it, not knowing how to process such a thing. Slowly they travelled up the hand and to scar filled arms, then to broad shoulders. My breath hitched as I made eye contact with the person responsible. His bright yellow eyes observed me as he searched my form.

A—A Witcher?! A Witcher? How did I… how am… ah fuck.

I scrambled back and didn't know what to do. Bile made its way up my throat and I felt like vomiting.

The giant sighed and I flinched back desperately wanting my knives.

“You—you! You… saved me?” I asked in disbelief, not trusting him and he hummed.

“Well when someone shows up in your house, ankle practically broken and poison coursing through their body, I’d assume anyone would help them.” He grunted out, not breaking eye contact.

“Where’s my stuff?” I ignored him and got defensive. The Witcher sighed again but leaned to the left and grabbed some things. My things. When he put them in front of me I snatched them, feeling a little bit safer. “Where are my daggers?” I snapped. He studied me, obviously not trusting me with them. His mouth opened and he wanted to argue to not give them to, but he did. Not without a few words though.

When he handed them to me and I went to grab them he quickly got a hold of my arm, pulling me forward to face him straight on. My breathing stopped as he made hard eye contact with me.

“Don't stab me again,” His voice was hard and slightly threatening. My eyes darted to his now bandaged up finger, and I’d be lying if I said I didn't feel a little bad. But that doesn't mean I won't protect myself. Regardless, he released me and gave me them. My skin burned at the amount of heat he radiated. “So, little bounty hunter, how did you end up here?” his tone was a little snarky and he seemed surprised, like he didn't think I could get here by myself. Which might be true.

“Well Witcher,” I stated even more snarkily and he didn't bat an eye. “I was hunting a Witch and… she poisoned me… and sent me here.” I grumbled, not proud of myself at all. I mean how could I have been so stupid?! Well it isn't completely my fault; maybe if people didn't make up false claims that Witches were doing horrible stuff, allowing me to never believe them, I would've been more prepared! And the one time I’m not, it’s the worst of the worst! Gods, I’m so fucking pissed!

A deep chuckle caught my attention and I snapped my head back up to look at the Witcher.

“You’re one of the best Hunters out there, and you fell to a Witch?” He was making fun of me and my face heated up in anger and embarrassment.

“Well if stupid fucking people didn't make untrue claims about them, I wouldnt be here right now and I would’ve prepared,” I snapped. “And how do you know who I am?”

“Everybody knows who you are, Leoric,” My embarrassment grew when he spoke my name in such a powerful way. “Famous Bounty Hunter and Hunter. Not only did you save a Dragon, but you also defended and killed anyone who tried to kill it. You've crashed my balls and royal weddings to stop assassins—”

“Stop,” I grimaced and looked away, not wanting to know about my ‘achievements.’ They were so stupid. “You’re a Witcher and Giant, why would you know someone like me?”

“Oh? I didn't know the mighty Hunter was quick to bashfulness. And I’m not a Giant all of the time.” He leaned in and I fought the urge to draw my knife. Instinctively, I pulled up my hood, hiding my face beneath it and my hair.

“... I’m not,” I grumbled. “Go away.” His gaze was too intense and he himself was intimidating without trying. I was scared to be under his eyes.

“Hmm?” He recalled something. “If I remember correctly, not only did I save you, and also extract the poison, along with fixing your ankle, but you basically clung to me as you rested.”

I froze, not believing a word he said, he was only trying to embarrass and work me up further!

“Shut the fuck up liar,” I barked. “Why would I do that when it seemed like you wanted to kill me?”

“Who said I didn't.” the Witcher breathed next to me. My body tensed at the statement but shivered at the sound of his voice.

“I—I- you—” I stuttered.

“I’m joking.” he laughed and something poked my side.

A loud groan escaped me. “Fuck off— quit it dickhead!” He took my hood off, exposing my face which was undoubtedly blooming red. Smiling at me, the Giant laughed. “I’m leaving.” I stood and grabbed my stuff, making sure my daggers were in their respectable places and that I had everything.

“Wait,” he grabbed my arm, making me swivel around and stare up at his handsome features. His face turned stern but his voice was gentle. “Are you seriously okay? The poison the Witch put into your body was dangerous. And your ankle still doesn't look good, which is partly my fault.”

I… well now that I think about it, my ankle did hurt and it was throbbing a little. And the place where the Witch-Bitch clawed at me still burned a small amount as well but I didn’t really want to stay here. This could all be a plan to kill me— but why would he go out of his way this much just to do that. I guess it never seemed like he wanted to kill me either. Anyone would be panicked or a little pissed if something or someone they didn't know was in their home.

I peered up at the handsome Witcher, acting like I was thinking but was actually taking in his appearance. His long black hair spewed across his shoulder, and some of it covered his face, framing it in a nice way. He had small scars on his cheeks and even smaller ones on his forehead. He had a squared jaw with prominent cheekbones. He was big obviously, but his arms had hair and a lot of muscle and even more scars, his chest was broad, you could see the outline of his collarbones too.

“Tell me your name.” my voice came out quiet.

“Orion.” he was quiet too.

Orion huh.

“I… guess I could stay here a little longer,” I muttered as I looked away from him. “Now can I get some fucking food? I’m starving.”

Orion laughed greatly, throwing his head back a little. “Of course, little Hunter.”

I watched The Witcher, can you tell?

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