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If it weren’t for the burnt porridge, she might’ve missed the shape entirely. But there it was, pale and huddled and unmistakably human, although all evidence suggested that any creature foolish enough to make camp, nude, in a pile of rushberries in the middle of an oncoming winter, five miles from the nearest town, must be too stupid to properly be considered human.

She’d been careless that morning, overslept, which wasn’t like her at all. The meager handful of grains and the last bits of dried fruits she’d stirred into the pot had burnt onto the bottom of the pot, and Rey had spent entirely too long chiseling it out, cursing at her own distraction as she picked at the burnt bits. She couldn’t afford to be so careless, especially with winter coming on. A good hunt was what she needed, and the meat brought in to trade down in the valley.

With any luck, she would make a good kill today, make up for her carelessness, and then the snows would come and she wouldn’t have to bother with the townsfolk at all until spring.

Rey hopped down from her mount, securing the reins on the remnants of a fencepost, wary of what she might find when the brambles parted. At best, she supposed it was a drunkard, who had taken a nightly jaunt up into the woods, or had been set upon by brigands. At worst, he was already dead, but, she didn’t think so. Newly dead, perhaps. Almost certainly robbed. She had half a mind to leave him where he was, but for all that most of the townsfolk thought her feral, Rey did, in fact, have some semblance of a heart.

The man was tall, black-haired and very pale. There were scratches all down his legs, from the brambles, and his feet were crusted with mud and blood. Rey frowned down at this: He must’ve been walking, or running, barefoot in the woods for some time. Turning her attentions to the top half of him, she saw that his hands, too, were filthy, blood beneath the nails. And one long shank of hair was stiff with dried blood from a scalp wound beneath.

But he was breathing.

Rey sighed. There was no way she could leave someone in his state. She prodded his bare arm with the toe of her boot, and then once more, none too gently, when he did not respond.

The man flinched, his brow furrowing, but he did not wake.

Rey had brought a sledge with her, ostensibly to haul back her kill, and though this was not the prize she had intended she knew it would hold his weight easily. She could bring him back to town, leave him with the healers, and try her luck in the woods tomorrow.

With practiced hands, she unhitched the sledge, her horse looking at her with his dark, curious eyes as she worked. It was nothing for her to bring it over beside him, and the thorns did not pierce her soft, well-worn leather breeches as she rolled the man atop the sledge. It did not escape her notice that for all the man’s dark hair, he was rather hairless on the rest of him, save for the dark trail that led down his flat belly, down to the thatch between his legs and around his soft prick.

Rey had no husband, but was certainly no innocent. She had taken lovers before, male and female, usually traders, as the rest of the town looked askance at her. She was not unfamiliar with the shape of the male body, and while most men walked around like they had something precious and irreplaceable in their trousers, this one, at least, might have some justification for such pride.

One more roll, and he was onto the sled. Still he did not wake. Rey went to fetch Teedo’s reins, and hitched the sled back up. Today was a wash, but at least she had done what a decent person would do. Whether or not she actually was decent was anybody’s guess and nobody’s business.

She swung herself up on Teedo’s back and set off slowly, back towards the road. But as soon as she cleared the forest, the grey clouds overhead seemed to be low enough to touch, and an instant later, it began to snow.

Rey made a noise of frustration, and looked back at the unconscious man on the sled. She had not brought even a horse blanket to cover him, and could not fathom making another five miles with him in the snow. Worse yet, as he had rolled to the side with the motion of the horse, Rey saw that his head was still bleeding. It made a dark, wet smear on the wood. She turned back towards the road, and made a decision.

One simple nudge of her thighs against Teedo’s warm, solid body, and the horse turned towards her cabin instead.

By the time they got there, the world was white, air thick and impossible to see through. It took all of Rey’s not inconsiderable strength to get the man drug into the house; she set the fire in the hearth, lay the man before it, and went to tend to Teedo. If the stranger would die, then at least her horse would be fed and brushed and brought in; the horse was more important than the man, and harder to replace.

With Teedo settled, though, Rey went in to her home and began to shed the snow-covered layers before they could melt and make too much of a mess. The man was still breathing, still unconscious, so she stripped down to her underclothes and drug her blankets atop him, curling around his form and warming him as best she could. His skin was clammy and wet, but the wound on his scalp must’ve scabbed over. Rey pressed her body against his, feeling him warm to her.

Slowly, the man’s breathing deepened and evened. Rey withdrew, shivering as she put another log on the fire. She went to go put on warm clothes, and dug around in her chest to find some that might fit her new guest. Outside the snow fell thick and relentless, all but removing any chance of taking him into the village, let alone hunting. She warmed some water at the hearth, washing his feet as best she could, cleaning the blood from the scratches, out of his hair. He wasn’t handsome, not particularly, Rey thought as she gazed down into his face. He had a configuration of strong features that, had any one of them been set in an other wise normal face, he might have been considered distinctive, but more than three made for an interesting combination. Still, though, there was something rather… boyish, about him. He looked better free of blood and dirt, at any rate.

Her stomach’s growling snapped Rey from her reverie. She covered the man with the blankets once more, went out to dump the dirty water into the snow, and gathered up things for supper. The supplies were low--she frowned, calculating out the portions remaining if the man were to survive, and stay for any length of time--but she would manage somehow. She always had.

Prompt anon here. This looks like a great beginning! I always love AUs where the canon character's personality still shines through and you did a great job with Rey's.

Hey thanks for your comments! I am always so happy to hear from the original poster. I hope you like the rest of the story.

Yo, so I started reading this while in flatview, where I had no idea what the prompt was or the pairing focus, but your writing and world building just drew me in instantly. I love the how precise and matter-of-fact Rey is, always thinking about her portions, saving some weirdo woods loser but taking care of her horse first. She's not nice, but she is decent. I dig her edge. Almost as much as I dig her casually giving the cock a 10/10 and the face a shrug/10.

Wow that's... super nice of you to say. I love pragmatic Rey. Cock is 10/10 then face is optional, honestly, yeah? Trololo. Seriously though, thanks for reading.

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