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Prompt 62: First Meet (Royalty Part 2)

Summary: In which prince Alaric never wanted a human to begin with.

Also in which Coffeh learns to use proper quotation marks lmao

Aaand I’m late again :,) But it’s here! Continuation of the Royal universe! Part 1 here

Masterpost of stories here! I’ll be doing one each week but you can also send me prompts!

When the human queen and king left the meeting room, 12-year-old first born of the giant royal family, prince Alaric, was standing by the door, watching them intently. They stared at him with surprised eyes that widened in recognition, and his fears were basically confirmed. Whatever agreement the humans and his father had come up with, it involved him.

The giant king strode out of the room not long after, until his piercing eyes caught sight of his son. The king’s expression hardened.

“Were you listening in?”

“No, father.” Alaric lowered his head. “But I could not help but wait for your return, since you had told me about the meeting with the humans today.”

Alaric looked up at his father expectantly, not wanting to admit the dread that was building up inside him, and mustered up courage to ask:

“May I know if it had anything to do with me?”

“As a matter of fact, yes.” his father answered content. “You have gotten yourself a new toy.”

“What do you mean?”

“The human princess will be given to you until you both reach the age of maturity. Once that is done, we will start the marriage arrangements.”

Alaric felt his heart dropping to the ground, yet he could do nothing more than bite the inside of his cheek and bow his head in agreement. He knew better than voicing his complaints to his father.

After all, the last time he did it, the consequences were too much for him to risk going through it again.

Which brings Alaric to the current matter at hand. Quite literally he thought, as he held the small princess in his hand.

“Do whatever you want with her” his father had told him before Alaric entered his bedroom with princess in tow.

And thus, the prince found himself alone with an unconscious human and an embarrassing dollhouse set up right on his nightstand. Quite the predicament, he thought to himself as he sighed and slumped against the chair. He spared another look at the princess, glancing at her peaceful, sleeping face. He did not even know how she came unconscious, only that when he set the glass cage on the table, he saw her laid down in its corner and passed out.

Alaric looked at the minuscule dormant princess on his hand and marveled at her small size, poking at her head. He knew humans were small, but he had never seen one so up close before. Everything about her looked delicate and fragile, as if a single blow of wind could make her fly out of his grasp. He took a closer look at her silk lilac dress, her long, honey brown curls of hair and the half up braids that formed a tiara around her head. He did not get a chance to see her eyes yet, but Alaric found himself stunned by her beauty. Upon feeling the heat on his cheek, however, he abruptly settled her down on the desk and looked at the ceiling.

Just what was he going to do with a human living in his bedroom?

How bothersome.

His thoughts were cut off, however, when he heard the little princess groan and twitch. She was waking up. He inched closer to her, looming over her form and filled with curiosity.

Her emerald green eyes shot up and looked directly at him.

Estelle gasped and clambered away from the giant, looking up and up and up at his massive face. She started shaking, short of breath and darting her eyes across all directions to locate her whereabouts, but each side she looked there was blue fabric surrounding her, making her painfully aware of the giant’s existence. There was one thing her frantic mind managed to process, however, she was in a room alone with him. Her heartbeat accelerated and she gulped down a whimper, taking her eyes away from his and sealing them shut.

“You’re awake.” his voice boomed from above, making her wince.

Estelle suddenly felt dizzy from the reverberating sound. He was too big, too much, and everything around her was him, encompassing the young princess with his presence, his face covering most of her vision. She got up and took trembling steps back, until her back hit a soft and sturdy surface. Looking behind, her heart skipped a beat. It was his open palm, towering over her and blocking her path.

Alaric laid his head on top of the desk with a loud thud and Estelle’s knees buckled. He did not say a word and kept staring at her, causing dread to stir deep inside her, nervousness sky rocketing.

“W-what are you going to do with me.” her shaking voice managed to speak up. She needed to know what to expect at least, or the fear would devour her whole. The giant closed his eyes and sighed, blowing some of Estelle’s hair out of her face.

“I do not know, honestly. Ugh, how did I end up involved in this?” The giant planted his face on the desk with a thump, grunting under his breath, although it sounded loud enough to reverberate through Estelle’s bones.

But by processing his words, the princess widened her eyes in surprise and confusion. She thought the giant prince of all people would be excited to have a “doll” at his disposal, let alone a human from royalty. But not only he sounded annoyed, but extremely uninterested in doing anything to her. Anything harmful, that is.

Somehow, that managed to calm Estelle down a little.

Until she was suddenly lifted into the air, the movement so abrupt she felt pressed against his hand, as if her soul left her body and remained on the desk. She tried to regain her senses and opened her eyes, only to be met with his own pair of immense brown ones, which reflected her trembling and pathetic form on his pupils.

Looking at her situation at that moment, Estelle could not even call herself dignified enough to keep the title of “princess”.

“I am curious about you, though.” the prince started, his loud voice ringing in her ears. “I never had the opportunity to see and talk to a human so up close before.”

Estelle tensed, but prince Alaric continued, not minding the fear in her expression.

“Your history, culture, beliefs, and victories across the lands. I have read many books about humans, but none answered me these questions. They only tried to convince me that humans are ‘small, instinct-driven animals’, or other blatant lies.”

He inched Estelle closer to his face, so much so that if she had the bravery to do it, she would be able to reach his eye with her hand and poke it.

“But I’m looking at you, and you’re much more fascinating than I thought.”

Alaric’s eyes sparkled with interest.

“Tell me more about how humans are.”

Estelle was flabbergasted. On one hand, it was good news that the prince was smarter than she initially thought, willing to listen to her people’s history despite giants’ consideration of humans as lesser beings. On the other hand, she would be giving information to the enemy land, something Estelle could not bring her to do. She was well taught at her palace, and she knew that if she disclosed so much information like that, it would equal to treason.

Such ponderings did not matter, however, because Estelle found herself unable to speak as the adrenaline rushed through her veins and made her heart beat frantically inside her chest, putting her in a constant state of alert before the massive being. Alaric frowned in confusion and withdrew her from his face, gaining a shiver and another uneasy look from Estelle. She beat herself up for her mute state. Speak something, she scolded herself mentally. But all that came out was a whimper and a choke.

“Are you listening? Why aren’t you saying anything?”

Alaric’s voice resounded inside Estelle’s skull as he peered at her with expectation. Was she choosing not to speak to him? His chest bubbled up with annoyance, but a closer look at her expression made him discard the possibility. Her eyes were widened, and while her mouth opened, it only let out strangled noises. Was she at a loss for words? It did not take long for Alaric to notice her tremors on his palm, and how she held her arms and knees close to her chest, curling up and clutching her hands until her knuckles turned white.

Alaric had studied about behavior at some point. Noticing subtle gestures and shifts in expression were key to understanding someone’s intentions in a negotiation meeting. And contents from the books Alaric had read have gotten easily fixated in the back of his mind. His eyebrows raised in realization.

“You’re scared.” he said out loud.

Of course I am! Estelle thought, frustrating tears threatening to escape from the corners of her eyes. She bit her lip in anger. Forever separated from her home, family, and kingdom to live at the mercy of a giant in a world where everything towered over her, all of her predicament bubbled up inside her chest in a mild panic as her breathing quickened. The change in her expression did not go unnoticed under Alaric’s gaze.

“If you want to say something, you should. We will not get anywhere if I’m the only one speaking.” He said matter-of-factly, trying to hide the pout that was threatening to form at his face. In the end, he just wanted to hear the human talk.

Estelle gulped down her tears and mustered any courage she could manage, taking deep breaths. Her mom’s words echoed loudly in her mind.

You are a princess, the future ruler of this nation. I raised you to be so, and I know you are strong. You are brave.

“Y-yes, I am scared.” Estelle started, trying to contain her stutter. ”I didn’t want to be here. I was forced out of my castle, and my kingdom, against my own will.” Tears she could not contain welled up in her eyes. “Stuck here with a giant I do not know, in a giant kingdom that wanted to kill me, my mother and father, my people.” her voice sounded noticeably wobbly at that point. Tears already cascaded down her face. With her last bout of courage, Estelle looked up at the giant prince’s eyes.

“So of course I’m scared! I want to go home!”

Estelle trying to gulp her sobs, to no avail, as she hiccupped and trembled, fearing the worst now that she had spoken up. Alaric was left stunned as he saw the tiny human on his hands speak directly to him, her green eyes firing with bravery, only for her to hide her head in her arms and try to repress her shaking. Alaric looked down in thought, an unknown heavy feeling in his chest. Pity? Sympathy? Guilt?

He knew something, however. Both did not want to be in the current situation they were at that moment.

So Alaric had an idea.

He settled his cupped hands on top of the desk and the princess yelped in surprised and pain from the abrupt movement. He laid his head on the table and glanced at the princess, who had stopped crying from the shock of his movements. His eyes softened, although the rest of his face remained as serious and unreadable as ever.

“Say, princess.” He started, not taking his eyes off from Estelle, who in turn tensed and looked back in alert. “I did not want to be in this situation either. Having a human who is possibly my future bride around, an embarrassing children’s toy in my bedroom.” He sighed, glancing at the doll-sized house.

“I think we can agree this situation is uncomfortable to the both of us.”

Estelle widened her eyes, forgetting for a moment the previous desperation that made her cry.

“So, I have an idea. How about we make this situation easier for ourselves? I let you live alone and in peace inside the dollhouse, promising not to bother you. But in turn, you could tell me more about humans from time to time when I’m curious. How does that sound?”

Estelle raised her eyebrows, completely astounded. Never in her stay at the castle she expected to be able to strike a deal with him, only fearing for the worst. She felt a comfortable pang in her chest, something that burned and soothed inside her soul. Hope?

The agreement sounded more than ideal, and she felt her eyes lit up.

Maybe things would not be so bad, after all.

“Alright. I agree.” Estelle said with a shaken voice, but for once not looking at Alaric with terror in her eyes. He found himself more content with that than he would like to admit, so Alaric did his best to contain the expectant smile that threatened to escape, failing miserably.

“It’s a deal then. But before I show you your house, we never properly introduced ourselves” he raised his head and his hands to be eye level with her.

“My name is prince Alaric. What is yours?”

Estelle felt her heart beat faster, but not in fear anymore. A part of her youth seemed to have returned to her, adrenaline finally stopped pumping inside her veins and allowing a sense of relaxation return to her at last. She bowed her head in a short, polite curtsy, and spoke up with small smile adorning her lips.

“My name is princess Estelle. It is nice to meet you.”

Maybe one day, she would get out of there.

#g/t #giant/tiny #g/t writing #g/t story #sfw g/t #alaric is prob the most chill giant ive ever written #also theres a lot of space for him to develop here #he's not a jerk but he also needs to learn a thing or two about humans being people #these characters will take a rest for now but I'll most likely write more prompt with them in the future #coffeh oc: alaric #coffeh oc: estelle #coffeh writes #coffeh's writing #oc: estelle #oc: alaric

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coffehbeans · 10 months

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Prompt 38: Break (Royalty Part 3)

Part One

Part Two

Masterpost of Stories (92 prompts)

Finally, after so many months, they're back. I might make another part of these two before I move on but, who knows. Anyway, enjoy!

Summary: Estelle's first day living a new life in the giant kingdom. Things look gloomy for her but, perhaps her safest company is the one she most used to fear.

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Estelle did not sleep that night.

Yes, the prince conveyed his true intentions when he said he would not bother her. He kept his word as he lowered her in front of her new house and let her be by herself for the night.

And yes, the dollhouse exuded luxury. Its intricate decorations carved in marble or wood. But the furniture's rough finishing gave away the fact that a giant made the structure. A sumptuous, plush bed lay at the center of her new bedroom, even bigger than the one back at her home.

Yet, Estelle tossed and turned while her heartbeat rocked faster against her chest. She closed her eyes, but shot them wide open when a tremor shook the house. Or when she heard the creaking of metal springs from the prince's bed when he moved on it. Every single amplified noise from the giant made her shudder. The sultry air increased her shortness of breath.

She turned on the bed for the millionth time that night, reaching for her doll, but her arm met empty space. She forgot to bring it alongside her suitcase.

Estelle's arm slumped, gripping the sheet of the bed instead. She buried her head in the thick fabric of the pillow.

'That's right, I am the doll instead.'

At least her mother and father would have a recollection of their daughter's favorite toy.

Her mother and father. When could Estelle hope to see them again?

She felt tears welling up her eyes, but she blinked them down. Gulping down her sobs, again and again, when they clogged in her throat. No, she was not going to cry again. She was a brave girl, wasn't she?

Then, why couldn't tears stop falling down her face? Why couldn't she stop crying?

As if a dam had broken, Estelle hiccupped and sobbed, wetting the pillow with her bitter tears. She missed home, she missed her family. And at the moment, even the thought of glancing at the giant sent shivers down her spine.

Because he reminded her of the reality that has fallen upon her.

Here in the land of the giants, Estelle was no princess. She was no person. Only a toy for their amusement. The conversation with Alaric stirred hope but, how long until he gets bored of her and treats her like an object?

On her first night at the Giants' Kingdom, Estelle wept until dawn came.

Unbeknownst to her, laid on the bed, Alaric could hear every whimper from the little princess.

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When the birds chirped outside and the room brightened from the rising sun, Estelle got up from her bed. She approached the cloudy mirror in the room, and gasped. Her eyes appeared baggy from the lack of sleep, and her hair doubled in volume and frizz, braids undone. The purple dress she wore wrinkled, a result of not changing into her sleeping clothes. Estelle sighed. The reflection in the mirror looked as miserable as the torrent of emotions inside her. Tears resurfaced in her eyes again, but she blinked them away, and took a deep breath. She needed a bath, and water, and food. She combed her hair and, after finishing it, walked through the dollhouse. But when she opened the cabinets, insects and emptiness met her. She turned on the washroom's hose, but no running water came out.

‘Of course, there’s no food or water’. They made that house with toys in mind, not for a human like her. Estelle felt a sharp pain in her stomach. Hunger? Fear? It resurfaced again, harder this time.

No, she had no other choice.

She'd have to ask the giant prince.

The silent room got loud, as the theavy footfalls shook the house. The chandelier swung on the ceiling above her. Estelle's heartbeat hammered against her ribcage, her breathing frantic.

How will she handle this for the rest of her life?

"Princess, are you awake?"

Alaric's whisper thundered in her ears, his silvery, flat voice echoing around her. Having to face those wide, brown eyes as they scrutinized her diminutive frame, feeling the timbre of the prince's vocal cords... No, she deemed such a task impossible, like a knight without armor challenging a dragon. But she had to go out and face him, in order to at least drink water and have a bath, like a decent person would.

The realization of her overdependence on these giants sank deep in the pit of her stomach.

"Are you in need of anything?" - he spoke as if reading her mind. Did he have a nagging feeling? Or was he already breaking his part of their deal?

Regardless, Estelle would have to show herself to him.

With shaking steps, she went to the second floor and reached the balcony, stepping out towards the massive room outside. From where she stood on, Estelle faced the prince's desk, while he and the bed remained out of her field of vision.

She took a deep breath, and exhaled.

"Y-your highness." She whispered in a squeaky voice. No response. The prince would not hear her at this volume. She mustered up courage again, heartbeat accelerated.

"Your highness!" She shouted in a tremulous voice.

Thunderous footsteps amplified as the prince approached her, sending shivers down her spine. Her heart leapt to her throat. Do giants not realize how terribly loud they sounded? The booming steps stopped when a wall of thick, navy blue velvet covered Estelle's vision. It crumpled as he lowered and revealed large, curious brown eyes.

"You're awake." Alaric spoke in the same monotone voice, although his eyes contained a subtle glint of wonder.

Estelle took another heavy breath. It's okay. He has been nice to her so far, she needed to trust he would continue being so.

She had no other choice.

"I... U-um, yes. I... I need something. I'd like some water. There's no water inside here. M-maybe a bath too..."

Her meek voice stuttered the words as she lowered her head and squeezed her eyes shut. Would he be annoyed that she was ordering him around?

"Oh... Right." The prince's fading tone of voice caught her attention, and she looked up. His face remained emotionless, but the rosy tint on his cheeks hinted at his embarrassment.

What an odd reaction.

"I should have figured this out sooner, it's a dollhouse, after all." Alaric rubbed his nose with a hand. "I'll talk to a maid."

Alaric rose and strode out of his room, closing the door with an ear-splitting sound. Estelle stood on the balcony, shocked at how easily he accepted her request. Her heart slowed down to a normal pace.

Although the memory of that embarrassed expression made her heart flutter.

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'Of course the princess would need basic living conditions'. How could he be so foolish? And of course his father would not provide those. Alaric strode through the lengthy halls. The princess needed to feel comfortable, or she would not be willing to share anything with him. She was already skittish as she is.

Alaric had a hard time sleeping that night. Having a human prisoner in his room contained its fair share of discomfort. But his mood improved a little at the prospect of knowing more about humans. And upon looking at the princess, who looked so small and delicate, yet acted brave and willing to speak to him, his curiosity increased more and more. So, if he wanted to get any information out of her, he needed to make her feel well adjusted to life at the new palace.

He found a maid in the corridor, who greeted him with a curtsy.

"Your Highness, good morning. Breakfast is being prepared, and will arrive shortly at the great hall.”

"I have a request for you. Come with me."

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Estelle was floating.

The warm water rushed over her head as she dived inside the basin. If she closed her eyes and paid attention only to the sound of rushing water, she could imagine she was back at her palace.

When she resurfaced to breathe, Estelle wished to remain her eyes closed.

"Is the water temperature to your liking, human?" the booming voice stirred Estelle out of her daydream. The giant maid set a massive towel beside the basin, which settled over the stone ground.

'Princess Estelle, not just some "human,"' she thought. But would correcting a massive being even be worth it? The immensity of the giant maid's face intimidated her enough to succumb to fear-induced submissiveness.

She muttered a timid "yes", and the maid let her be inside the washroom.

"Very well. When you're finished, shout out my name".

And the maid stomped out of the room, closing the door with a deafening clink and making her ears ring from the sound. But when the place finally went silent, she sighed in relief. The princess let herself relax, leaving her anxious and painful thoughts behind.

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After she finished her bath, Estelle got dressed with an elegant, but stiff, basil green dress. She combed each lock of hair until they felt soft against her touch, braiding two of her strands. The texture of her silky locks and the smoothness of her skin filled Estelle with new energy and vigor. Simple, external actions like this could renovate her strength.

Now it came to the matter of calling the giant.

"It's alright, I've done this before." She said to herself. Deep breaths, in and out. She could do it.

"I'm finished!"

Loud stomps rattled the floor she was on. No, Estelle would never get used to this feeling. The door clicked and opened, its towering wood creaking under the force of the maid. Without further word, she kneeled, sending another tremor through the ground...

And snatched Estelle into a first.

"AAH!" the princess screamed, the pressure of the hand expelling air from her lungs. The muscles at her waist burned as the rough, calloused digits tightened around it. She clutched her eyes shut as she left the floor, screaming loud for help. But the maid paid no attention to her pleas.

Why, why would she treat her like that? What has she even done to anger that giant?!

"Let me go! Help!" She yelled from the top of her lungs, to no avail. A thumb pressed against her face, reducing her words to muffled begging.

"Stop bothering the inhabitants of this place." Said the giantess, as she strode out of the washroom, shaking the human with her careless steps.

Shortage of breaths. The air became scarcer as seconds tickled by and the clink and clank of giant heels echoed in the large, infinite corridors. Spinning, everything twisted and turned and blurred as the room, the hand, everything spun around her. Nausea gathered at the pit of her stomach and bile rose in her throat, meeting the hard surface of her teeth before she forcibly gulped it down. The mound of flesh pressed harder against her face and obstructed the passage of air. She heaved, panted, scratched her fingers against the skin and begged for air, but it would not fill her desperate lungs. Tears cascaded down her face. Throat dry from unheard screams. No air in her lungs. She's going to die, she's going to die, she's going to-

'Mother! Help, help me please! Mother!-"

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" A blaring voice blasted inside her ears. The pressure against her sides and mouth loosened. Vision turned dark, but recovered shortly after as she saw blurred shapes of a tanned color. Another hand. But a different one. It was a different one. It allowed her to breathe again, so she did, gasping like a fish snatched from the water. Tears fell on the leathery surface.

"Y-your highness?!" The exasperated voice of the maid boomed in the corridor.

"Haven't I told you to treat her with care?! What do you have to say in your defense?" - Alaric's voice lowered.

The maid crumbled to her hands and knees.

"I'm sorry, your Highness! I'm sorry! Please, forgive me!"

His dark eyes glowered at her.

He's a prince, albeit a young one. He held a level of authority over the servants.

He could punish her the way he seemed fit.

“Take her to the disciplinary chamber.”

A guard approached the maid and lifted her up by her arms. He pushed her towards the opposite direction, her face turning pale as she wobbled away from the prince's sight.

Estelle saw nothing besides a few glimpses of the maid far, far away. Her main priority was to focus on her breathing and stop her tears from falling on the prince's hand. But she heard it, and listening to such commanding words from a royal her age sent her shaking to the core. Never in her mind would Estelle think of acting this way, so... Harsh. Cold. The maid frightened her but, what type of punishment would befall that poor soul? No, she will not think about it or the bile in her stomach would threaten to rise in her throat again.

Alaric said no word as he strode, cradling the princess against his chest. The smooth yet fuzzy texture of velvet fabric pressed against her. Warm, so warm.

The prince, not yet used to carrying humans, rocked Estelle back and forth as he walked. Her heart had not stopped beating loudly against her chest, but... Odd. That feeling of danger, the fear that she would die...

They were gone.

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She trembled. She trembled so much in his hand. Alaric quickened his pace, sending an unseen apologetic look at the human princess. How did it feel to her, being carried over like this?

As for himself, anger threatened to break his composure. Anger at the servant who disobeyed him? Anger that she harmed the human? His human?

Was she his? In a verbatim manner, yes, but that did not feel right.

No. He was only angry at the maid for disobeying orders, that was it. And the princess seemed terrified again, and under heavy stress. So fragile, too fragile. Like a porcelain vase, when a single push makes it fall from its pedestal and it breaks into a million pieces. The small, trembling girl in his hands was alike those broken vases of porcelain.

But he needed her. He needed to know more about these fragile pieces that symbolized the humans. Their culture, mannerisms, looks, the latter so akin to that of a giant's. They held too much untapped potential, hidden history that remained untouched by his kind. She was his key, and he was willing to do what it took to safekeep her.

Alaric opened the door to his room, closed it and locked it. His tutor would have to wait.

He lowered his palm to the desk, and looked at Estelle.

She kept her head down. Tears fell in tiny dots onto the dark wooden table, her tremors clear. She winced as she clutched her side, closing her eyes.

"Are you alright? Did she hurt you?"

No response. Only the faint sound of her sobs.

"Answer me." - He hurried her in a softly spoken voice. Rushing the princess weighed on his conscience, but his time was limited, and waiting would not solve their problem.

The princess gasped and sniffed. She turned her head towards him, but still stared down at the desk.

"... Yes. She, grabbed me tightly, I... I couldn't breathe." Her voice turned quiet.

Was he mad? Would he discard her now that she was hurt? Would he injure her more? She gulped again. No, no more sobs, ‘please Estelle, get yourself together!’

'I'm not brave, Mother. I never was...'

"She'll bear the brunt of her actions."

Alaric sounded even, but the gravely undertone of his monotonous voice hinted at his anger. But, upon seeing the princess wincing and looking down, he controlled his tone of voice. He took a deep breath, and exhaled through his nose.

"I told her to handle you with care. And yet, this happened. I'm sorry, princess."

Estelle shot her head up. Did she hear it right? Or has her mind betrayed her?

Her change of behavior surprised Alaric. She acted like he grew another head, or as if he uttered improper words. But, why?

Her strange reaction compelled the prince to repeat what he had said. This time staring at the tiny set of green eyes.

"I'm truly sorry. You didn’t deserve to be treated that way. I'm not a physician but, I could bring some poultice to ease the pain."

He reached for the far end of the desk and picked a glass of water, pouring some of the liquid on top of a tea spoon. Alaric then put a saucer next to the glass, with cut pieces of fruit and vegetables.

"I've brought some water, and some food from breakfast too. It's not much, but it can help. Please try to drink and eat some."

With trembling hands, Estelle reached for the tea spoon of water and drank it. It quenched her thirst and soothed the pain from her dry throat. She glanced up at him with wide eyes and, without a word, he poured more water for her.

This giant, the prince, of all people, helped her. When that maid had carried her harshly, the lack of air and the pain all convinced her she would meet her end. However, he prevented those bad outcomes from happening.

Maybe, just maybe, she could hope.

Maybe, just maybe, she could trust him.

After all, even if she currently found herself on top of a giant table, glancing up and up at a giant boy around her age, who watched her with attentive eyes, those striking eyes, which frightened her so at that night when she lost it all...

Despite all that, at least in that moment, he made her feel... Safe.

"Thank you." Estelle's voice, albeit faint and tired, missed the previous trembling it had earlier.

Warmth filled Alaric's heart and soothed his consciousness. Yes, he did the right thing by paying attention to the human and her needs, by treating her like a guest, instead of a toy. A compulsory guest, but... A guest nonetheless. And Estelle gained back some trust towards him. Their agreement was still up.

He just needed a little patience. Humans are broken porcelain vases after all, but...

... He found himself quite fond of putting the pieces back together.

#some parts are rocky im going to edit later #it's very late rn #giant/tiny #sfw g/t #g/t #g/t story #g/t writing #giant #giants #kingdom #royalty #oc: alaric #oc: estelle #92 g/t prompts #g/t angst #hurt and comfort #g/t hurt and comfort #coffeh writes

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coffehbeans · 4 months

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I've seen some images on Pinterest that are SO Alaric and Estelle core... If they were the same size 😭 Now my heart hurts with the bittersweet knowledge that their size difference is the biggest obstacle for a wonderful friendship

#dw guys that's like their main plot #these conflicting feelings are what make their story so interesting for me imo #oc: estelle #oc: alaric #coffeh rambles

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coffehbeans · 7 months

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Ooo what are Alaric and Estelle's favorite books/genre?

Estelle love fairytales. However, the fairytales she reads aren't exaclty wholesome, they have darker settings, but with happy or bittersweet endings (something similar to Hans Christian Andersen's fairytales). Those are her favorites. She also enjoys fables! She enjoys almost every book that has fantasy and feels magical, with some dark undertones. Specially after living in the giant castle, everytime she feels lonely, she'll think about her favorite heroes from those books, who despite going through tough times, they eventually triumphed after hardship. Those stories make her company when she thinks she can't handle her situation anymore.

As for Alaric, he isn't too fond of fantasy, unless there's something epic and adventurous going on, with knights and dragons and battles. However, those aren't his favorite books. Alaric enjoys mostly mysteries, because he likes trying to fit the puzzle pieces together. He also enjoys history in general, so every book that documents history from his kingdom, and especially from other kingdoms, will fascinate him.

#coffeh answers #thanks for the ask!! <3 #i already had an idea of their favorite book genres but it's nice to finally write it down #oc: alaric #oc: estelle

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Welcome to my Blog! Have some coffee ☕

Hello everyone! I'm Coffeh. I'm a 21-year-old Brazilian graphic designer irl, but here I share my art and stories about g/t and reblog things I like! Hope you can enjoy this silly little corner I have for myself.

If you're a nsfw blog or a vore blog, I ask you to not interact with my posts, please. I just like to filter my Tumblr experience this way. I also block empty blogs, just in case they're a bot.

MASTERPOST OF ALL MY STORIES AND CHARACTERS

Now onto the fun part! I'll divide my stories in universes and characters, with trope lists and everything. Pick any that you like, there's a little bit of everything! Hope I can make y'all fall in love with my silly little blorbos <3

Tales from Immers (Berk, Kylon and Rosemary)

Fantasy and adventure, friendship, curses, growing into a giant, intentional fearplay.

This story is going to become my first multichapter! Currently on the planning phase and ongoing. I have a few chapters out, but they'll be rewritten.

Summary: Kylon is a self-procclaimed genius who invented an airship, trying to get by in a prejudiced village with his best friend, Rosemary. One day, he ventures too far into the Imore Woods, and what he finds might involve him and his friend with the place's local legend.

Prologue

Chapter 1

Character tags: #oc: kylon #oc: rosemary #oc: berk

Royalty (Estelle and Alaric)

Friendship, royal setting, giant race, arranged marriage, platonic slow burn, hurt and comfort, unintentional fearplay.

Summary: A young princess named Estelle must live in the castle of the prince of the giants, Alaric, in order to achieve piece for the human kingdom.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Character Tags: #oc: estelle #oc: alaric

Sinking Ships (Aegir and Caytlin)

Fantasy, merfolk, fluff, friendship, bittersweet ending, angst.

Summary: A marine biologist gets stranded by the sea, and is saved by a merman in the proccess. Determined to find out more about eachother, they form an unlikely bond. But Caytlin's relentless ambition might put their friendship to the test.

Chapter 1

Character tags: #oc: caytlin #oc: aegir

Survivor (Sunflower and Juhren)

Fantasy and adventure, childhood friends, eventual romance, rekindling friendship, fantasy races, hurt and comfort, unintentional fearplay.

For now I only have a collection of short stories involving these characters, they're my oldest g/t ocs! <3

Summary: In a world where all sentient beings are magical, humans are the magicless outcasts, being hunted down and killed in some places for unknown reasons. Sunflower is a human disguised as a magical race, living peacefully in a remote village. But when the nordem, powerful giants who are in war against the Capital, attack and destroy her safe haven, Sunflower has to run away and escape her country in order to survive. But being a human in a world full of magic is dangerous, specially when there's a price on her head, and she finds herself having to rely on the very same species that made her run away in the first place. In the process, Sunflower may reencounter an old friend.

A Nest Of Memories

Enchanted

How they Met

Character tags: #oc: sunflower #oc: juhren

Out of Bounds (Ethan, Helena, Seb and Zora)

Sci-fi and drama, angst with a bittersweet ending, post-apocalyptic, utopia, growing into a giant, family bonds, friendship.

Summary: A genetic mutation starts affecting 5% of the world's population, making them grow into towering 130-feet-tall giants. Ethan Greenwood has everything in life: a loving mom, lots of friends, a promising career as a public defender, and the safety within the borders of Steelfort. But when he's diagnosed with the hyperon syndrome himself, Ethan has to struggle with the changes in his body and the loss of his perfect life. Will he be able to retain his humanity, even as it gets further away from his grasp? And will Helena, his mother, and his best friends, Zora and Seb, reach out to him, both physically and emotionally?

This is going to become a novel in the far future (hopefully). For now, I have some short stories exploring the characters and the world.

Sleepover and Snacks

Character tags: #oc: ethan #oc: zora #oc: seb #oc: helena

G/t Night Dream (Cole and Lia)

Sci-fi, dystopian, memory loss, friendship groups, romance, tiny people being oppressed, borrowers (to an extent), angst with a bittersweet ending, growing into a giant.

Summary: Humanity has known how to hide and run for over a century now. On Earth, the hyperion are the superior, evolved race, while humanity are treated as less than pests, and are killed on sight by the titans. In a hidden underground society, a human resistance tries to get by as they borrow resources from the terrifying giants. Cole has been a reliable leader of his scavenging group for a while now, and he gains the loyalty, friendship and admiration of a new member, someone he had saved from the hyperion, called Lia. But when Cole is captured and turned into one of them, Lia decides it's her turn to save him.

For now, only a few snippets of these characters' stories are avaiable.

Melancholy

Character tags: #oc: lia #oc: cole

Cordelia

(Placeholder title ashush no idea how to name her universe yet)

Fantasy, drama, tragic, sad ending, hurt and comfort, angst, monster and monster transformation, memory loss (eventual recovery).

Summary: Since the disappearance of his wife seven years ago, Edward Becker has been dealing with the toll this caused on his mental health. One night, however, she does come back, showing him that there exists a fate worse than death.

Prologue

Character tags: #oc: cordelia #oc: edward

MISCELANEOUS SHORT STORIES/PROMPT STORIES:

G/T JULY STORIES

92 PROMPTS

I mean, basically most of the stories I've tagged above are from these two bigger tags for now, with the exception of G/t July's "Element", which feature characters I'm not sure I'll write more about. But any other short story that doesn't have a definite character, I'll put in this section.

Last but not least, My Wattpad Profile, if you guys prefer that over Tumblr.

Anyway, thanks for visiting my page! Don't forget to grab a coffee when you leave☕

#in which coffeh finally organizes her stuff and creates a definitive masterpost #coffeh speaks up #coffeh's masterpost #masterpost #coffeh writes

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