Giant (G/T) One-Shots

Vile of Blood

           "Fe, fi, fo, fum," a thunderous voice sounded from outside, "I smell a delicious lil snack hidin' in her home." 

           She groaned. She didn't want to deal with the hungry, handsy jerk right now. 

           There was a light tap on the roof, "I know ye're in there, Rosie. It would be a shame if I had to tear tha roof off yer tiny home t'get ye out here."

           Either way he was going to get to her. She decided she'd at least like to keep her roof. 

           "What do you want, Rufus?" Rosie stumbled out of her house and glared up at him. He towered over her despite having sat down. 

           "It's Christmas." Rufus grinned, eagerly scooping her up into his palms. 

           She yelled in alarm but quickly regained herself. "Giants don't celebrate Christmas."

           "Neither do ye apparently." He peered at her undecorated house.

           "I live alone in the middle of nowhere." She shrugged. "There's no point." 

           "Well now I'm here!" 

           "I have work to get done, big guy," she sighed, "But if you come back tomorrow, I'll make you pancakes. Alright?" 

           He perked up a little at the sound of pancakes but dismissed the offer. "Ye can do yer lil alchemy shit tomorrow. If ye don't willingly spend Christmas with me, then I'm gonna have t'eat ye." 

           She was an alchemist by trade, and most mythicals⁠—including his species, giants⁠—hated alchemists. Mythicals could make fantasies come true, but alchemist humans could bend reality with science. 

           He had picked up her scent while hunting and decided getting lunch while leaving the world one alchemist fewer was a great idea. Unfortunately, he had a nasty cold that day, and when he approached her house, something tickled his nose and caused him to sneeze. His sneeze turned into a coughing fit that rumbled the surrounding area. The alchemist merely walked out of her house without a single fear and placed a small bottle in front of him. She briefly explained that his coughing was rattling everything in her house and taking the pills in the bottle would help end his cold. And then she just walked back inside. He was in too much awe to stop her, and eating her seemed kind of wrong now. 

           "You're a pain in the ass," she grumbled. 

           "I know." He smirked, fishing a tiny, glass vile out of his pocket. There was a thick, red liquid inside. "I gotcha a lil somethin'." He carefully handed the vile to her. 

           She eyed it carefully, "What is it? It looks like blood."

           "It is."

           Her jaw gaped open. "You're fucking joking, right? Don't tell me this is your blood."

           "It is." 

           "JESUS CHRIST, RUFUS!" She gasped. "I can't accept this." 

           "Sure, ye can. Ye're m'human. I'm allowed t'spoil ye." he pressed. 

           She shook her head. "Spoiling me and giving me...THIS...is two different things."

           Mythical blood could be used for a range of things between healing paper cuts to wiping species into mass extinction. She could either extract the magic or learn more about giant DNA. Using the magic, she could create potions and adopt their powers. Using the DNA, she could create hybrid human-giant babies or viruses that could wipe out his species. 

           Obtaining mythical blood was basically a dream for alchemists, but it was damn near impossible. Getting the blood in the first place was always hard enough, but mythicals began to poison their own blood. It didn't harm them, just humans. And since the blood spread to all parts of the body, all parts of the body were poisoned. 

           Perhaps his blood was poisoned, and he was giving it to her to kill her. She seriously doubted it, considering how clingy the giant was. 

           "Ye're always begin' fer it," he argued. 

           "Jokingly! You can't just give me something like this. It could literally wipe out your species." she objected. 

           He frowned. "Well I didn't think ye'd be the type t'do somethin' like that."

           "Of course not...but still." Admittedly, she didn't have the heart for it, especially after meeting him. Even if he was a total pain in the ass most of the time, she didn't want to kill him. Unleashing a plague for giants would eventually get him too. "Are you really sure I can have this? It just seems like a lot." 

           "'Course, lass. Keep in mind that there's a trust aspect t'this, and I expect ye na' t'betray it." he reminded her. 

           "Of course." She nodded thoughtfully. "I'll keep you informed about what I do with it."

           "Ye don't have t'do all o' that. Just please don't do some creepy, sciency shit." He shuddered. 

           She rolled her eyes. "Seriously though, thank you for this. I feel bad for not getting you a gift." 

           "Aye. Don't worry about it." He shrugged."I didn't expect or want one." 

           "Well...is there anything that you want?" she questioned. 

           "Hmm." He scratched a few stubbly hairs on his chin. "I think a snack would be nice." 

           "HELL NO!" she hissed. 

           He quickly snatched the vile out of her hands. "I'll keep this safe." 

           "Now I'm going to kill you!" she hissed. 

           He quickly uttered a protective charm before chucking the screeching girl into his hungry jaws.