#gentle angst

[aventurineswife]

The day was sharp with sunlight, the crisp air carrying the murmur of strangers’ lives as you strolled along the cobblestone path. A cup of tea steamed gently in your hand, its warmth grounding you in the moment. Then, you saw him.

Aventurine moved with an effortless elegance that seemed to pull the world into his orbit. His hair caught the light as he passed, the tousled strands too perfect to be accidental. His eyes sparkled behind rose-tinted glasses, a flash of color that seemed as deliberate as his coat, its roulette-inspired design sweeping behind him like the shadow of a gamble well-played.

He glanced at you, a fleeting connection charged with unspoken intent, his smile enigmatic. It wasn’t the kind of moment anyone else might have remembered. But for you, something lingered—a ripple left behind in the air. For him, it was the first move in a game he hadn’t fully revealed.

Time shifted in subtle increments, and so did the distance between you. His charm, sharp as a blade, gave way to something deeper as you unraveled him bit by bit. Beneath the composure and wit lay a man shaped by shadows, haunted by echoes he rarely named. But there were moments—brief, fragile—when his walls cracked, and you glimpsed something softer.

He spoke of stars with an awe that gentled his voice. He hesitated before touching his choker, as though the weight of it anchored him to the present. You met him not with grand gestures, but with quiet understanding, seeing past the polished façade. You challenged him, not with resistance but with presence, unafraid of what lay beyond his defenses. And slowly, against the odds he’d calculated, he began to fall.

It wasn’t a simple thing, to love a man like him. The weight of his past clung to him, manifesting in restless nights spent pacing under dim light. You stood beside him in silence, your presence steady until his hand brushed yours, grounding him. He didn’t speak of his pain easily, but in those unguarded moments, the weight of his gratitude was palpable.

Even as he struggled to believe he could be more than his past, you stayed, your quiet faith unshaken. You didn’t flinch when his eyes searched yours for answers he feared to ask. Instead, you held him, steadying him until his breath softened and his resolve grew. For the first time in years, he began to believe he could be enough.

The cobblestone streets stretched out before you again, unchanged in their familiarity. The café stood where it always had, the hum of voices carrying on as though nothing significant had ever passed there. But this time, you weren’t alone.

Aventurine walked beside you, his steps no longer solitary. His hand brushed against yours until they entwined, his grip warm and certain. The shimmer of a wedding band caught the light, no longer hidden. His coat, draped over his arm, no longer shielded him. He carried himself with ease, the weight he once bore nowhere in sight, replaced instead by quiet contentment.

As you passed the café, his pace slowed, his gaze lingering on the spot where it all began. A faint, private smile tugged at his lips, a memory flickering behind his eyes. He didn’t say a word, but you felt the question in his glance, the unspoken recollection shared only between you.

You reached for his hand, the familiar warmth steadying both of you as you walked forward. The years that had passed didn’t erase the past, but they had transformed it. The echoes of that fleeting smile and the weight of his struggles had brought you here, to this moment of quiet certainty.

The path stretched on, but now, there was no hesitation in his steps, nor in yours. Together, you moved forward, knowing you’d never have to face the road alone again.

[suzyandthefox]

G/t is so beautiful because wdym I'm the size of your thumb and you can barely feel my existence around you yet you love me more than anything and everything? To the point where you would change your lifestyle,your habits, your speech patterns, just to make me feel safe and comfortable with you? Because you have genuine feelings for me and you see me as an equal?

G/t is so beautiful because wdym I'm fourty times bigger than you and you can't even look me in the eyes without trembling yet you defy your fear and your anxiety and all odds just so you can talk to me? Wdym you are going to sacrifice things and do leaps of faith just so you can tell me that you love me and you wish to be with me forever?

G/t is so beautiful because

Wdym you're risking everything for me?

Wdym I'm that important to you?

And why are you the first person that made me feel this way?

[puddingforg]

FINALLY Finished this darn comic, I do kinda like how it turned out, the comic is inspired by @krackenwl post abt turning giant panic!

(CHECK THE REPOST BCS THERE ARE MORE SCENES THAT DIDN’T FIT HERE‼️‼️)

I apologize for the artstyle change, I started this on march and then picked up again in August, hence the change, anyways I hope y’all like it and let me know if y’all would like a part 2 ^^!

Btw the characters here are my ocs Hunter and Owen :)

[whatohitsonfirewelp]

You know what? I don’t WANT an awkward double date. I don’t WANT buck coming out and people having the ‘I know’ reaction or the ‘is it Eddie’ reaction.

You know what I do want?

I want Buck panicking over what to wear for the date. I want Buck flopping on his bed like very teenager after their first kiss all giggly and happy and touching his lips because he kissed a boy

I want Buck smiling every time he says Tommy’s name because maybe it isn’t forever and maybe he’s not even looking for forever anymore but he’s so happy and he’s so light and being with Tommy feels good

I want Tommy to keep calling him Evan, because before Buck was Buck he was Evan and Evan deserves to be happy to be treated so softly and lovingly and Evan deserves to be free.

I want Buck to be happy. To be happy and free and queer in the way we all deserve.

[ctrlzxoo]

ivan and till have their first kiss, an alternate ending 💕

please look at this comic for context and Part 1!

[2jihiir0]

circa 1986 at the Munson’s trailer 🚬

[sikuena]

" Drink up baby, look at the stars- I'll kiss you again, between the bars."

[kix-mm]

Wishes gone wrong...

T was never one to easily make friends, what few he had never stayed, and eventually, it escalated to him creating an imaginary friend. Someone truly out of his world. A person who understood him, who cared for him, who never left his side...

T wanted nothing more than for his friend to become real, for someone real to love him for who he was and not out of pity, like his parents, or teachers, or the countless doctors and therapists. T's imaginary friend was all he wanted in his life... and yet, when the day came, he wanted nothing more than for the wish to be undone.

G was massive, overwhelming, and appeared at the worst time. Suddenly being wished into existence in a tiny room was not ideal and caused for a very close first meeting... T was immediately panicked when their imaginary friend suddenly materialized right beneath them... but G remained calm, kind, and patient. The wish was granted because they both wanted it after all... all they had to do was to figure out how to deal with this newfound reality

[justme315]

GT though

I love fluff. I LOVE gentle giants. Would I be the most gentle giant in the universe? Of course. Do I LIVE for those friendships? Heck yeah! Would I DIE for the gt family relationships? Obviously. GT fluff is just..

But do I still love angst and fearplay more? Do I enjoy the feeling of fear I feel as I read the tinies perspective?

ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY

(Please tell me I'm not the only one)

[aventurineswife]

Sunday had always carried himself with an air of calm detachment, but tonight, in the quiet stillness of the Astral Express, there was something different in his demeanor. The weight he usually bore with stoic grace seemed to dissolve, leaving only a man—flawed, yearning, and far too human.

The private quarters were dimly lit, the golden glow of his halo casting shifting shadows on the walls. You stood before him, uncertain but unable to look away as his gaze—those irises marked by navy pupils—lingered on you with a rare intensity. His wings twitched, feathers ruffling slightly, betraying the emotions he fought to contain.

“You don’t have to stay,” he murmured, his voice low and soft, like a breeze carrying secrets. But even as he said it, his hand lingered at your wrist, his thumb brushing against your pulse.

“And leave you like this?” you whispered, tilting your head. “Sunday… I want to stay.”

His composure faltered, and for a moment, the mask slipped. His lips parted as if to protest, but the words died before they could form. Instead, he took a slow step closer, the soft fabric of his scarf brushing against you as his proximity stole the air between you both.

“Then let me be selfish,” he said, the words trembling on the edge of a plea.

His hands cupped your face with a tenderness that felt almost reverent, his touch as light as the flutter of his wings. When his lips met yours, it was hesitant at first, like a man unsure if he deserved this solace. But as you leaned into him, matching his hesitance with quiet assurance, the kiss deepened, blossoming into something neither of you could deny.

The warmth of his body pressed against yours, the energy of his halo crackling faintly in the charged air. His gloves were cast aside, and the bare touch of his hands trailing down your sides sent a shiver through you. Each caress felt deliberate, a silent promise carried in every movement.

“Tell me,” he whispered against your lips, his breath mingling with yours. “Tell me this is real. That I’m not lost in a dream again.”

“It’s real,” you assured him, your fingers tangling in his hair. “I’m here, and so are you.”

His forehead rested against yours, golden eyes searching yours for any hint of doubt. Finding none, he exhaled, his tension melting into something softer, more vulnerable. He guided you to the bed with a gentleness that spoke of a man afraid to break something precious, every touch imbued with a care that made your heart ache.

Under his touch, the world fell away, leaving only the two of you—no past, no guilt, no lingering pain. Just Sunday, unguarded and whole, and you, willing to show him he could be loved not as a symbol or savior but as himself.

And in that quiet night, amid whispered confessions and shared warmth, Sunday allowed himself to believe it.

Please don't check the tags, I'm too embarrassed at myself... 🧍‍♀️😔🙏

[smol-n-smol]

The inspiration brain cells have started revving again!

I feel like I see a lot of stories where humans are integrated into giant schools, but imagine the reverse. As part of an integration program, a giant gets enrolled into a human school.

Just imagine it! He has to awkwardly sit outside the school building for most of his classes, listening in through the windows. From the inside, the human students just see a single eye peering through the glass.

He can't enjoy lunch in peace because his fellow classmates are terrified to see him eat. He's ridiculously smart but gets called "brute" all the time because of the stereotypes associated with giants. There are constantly helicopters and news reporters taking photos of him.

And maybe he can't even go home. Maybe it's a boarding school so he has to stay on campus in specially built accommodations. Of course he doesn't have a roommate or anyone to keep him company so the experience is super lonely.

Plus throughout all of this, he has to navigate the social expectations of being an adolescent. God forbid he gets moody at all, or else he'll be deemed a monster. How is he supposed to make friends when everyone runs away from him in fear?

The angst!! The potential for fluff and hurt/comfort!! I can't wait to write this

[st4rsinthenight]

★jumping in with g/t concepts once again wergggggg— on today's trope we've got:

Tinies who can't help but test the giant's patience.

— |☆| Tinies who don't trust that patience exterior of their much larger companion and want to see just how long it take them to get them to show their 'true self'.. Tinies that constantly degrade and act ungrateful to the giant's attempts at forming a friendship, or at least an allyship between the two. Tinies that are purposely rude to the giant who is trying to gently pursue them, finding it fun that they get to be assholes to someone who could easily take them out with just a flick of their wrist. Tinies that mess around with equipment that the giant may find precious— right in front of them just to see if the giant will manage keep to their cool. Tinies who occasionally annoy giants by biting them or hiding important stuff from them such as house keys, wallets and such. Tinies who just want to prove a point to themselves that the giant can't be trusted. Tinies who will one day prove to themselves that the giant can't be trusted.

..werggggg— I'm perfectly natural over here.★

[puddingforg]

Part 3 lets gooo!! it is finally done

now for the ppl that read this, I feel like this part finishes rlly nicely the little story that I've been posting, tho a part 4 ( and 5 ) do exist, it is completely up to y'all if I finish here or I continue ( That's why I left a little cliffhanger at the end lol ) I need y'all to tell me honestly If y'all would like me to keep stretching this story.

for the people that need it here are part 1 and part 2

[0vergrowngraveyard]

eepy guys

[sitp-recs]

Thank you for all your lovely recs. I have been reccing for a friend who doesn't do Tumblr, using my own loves and some from you. However, they have a much lower tolerance for angst than I do, and I have kind of run out. Do you know any gentle loooong fics? Have you got a previously made list...I wasn't sure what to look for.

Hello friend! I’m honoured that you’ve thought of my recs, I hope your friend is enjoying them! Long fics usually come with significant angst to drive the slow burn so I can’t think of many, but maybe these would be a good fit? I also have a list for tender fics that might be helpful, although most of them are short/medium length. I hope my followers have more recs to share!

On Our Way by evils (E, 30k)

Draco is trying to spend the summer keeping his head down, but a repair project and a certain snowy owl have other plans for him.

All Things Go by @sorrybutblog (E, 33k)

Draco’s back at Hogwarts by court order. Harry’s back for no particular reason at all. Some things change, some stay the same.

Like Lightning at Your Fingertips by potterwatch (T, 43k)

The problem with living with another insomniac is, eventually, they find out you’re one, too.

The July Tree by @oknowkiss (E, 51k)

Neither rain, nor snow, nor sleet, nor hail… nor well-meaning friends, nor questionable communication skills, nor seven years of hating each other’s guts can keep Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy from falling in love.

Sweeten to Taste by @saintgarbanzo, @babooshkart (E, 51k)

It starts with Draco's buckwheat crepes with honeyed oranges. Or maybe it starts with his porridge with toasted walnuts and homemade apple butter. Or perhaps it starts with the cinnamon buns Draco made from scratch with mascarpone icing. Harry just knows he's hungry for more.

The Promise of Summer by Omi_Ohmy (M, 67k)

How was Harry supposed to know that coming back for eighth year would be so confusing? Everything is the same, and yet not the same. And nowhere is this more obvious than with Draco Malfoy.

Home Truths by @skeptiquewrites, @fantalfart (E, 67k)

In the off-season Harry decided to fix up Grimmauld Place and found that Draco Malfoy was the only person who could help him.

Headlights in the Snow by Saras_Girl (M, 71k)

What’s big and purple and smells like tea? Harry is about to find out.

Among Ancient Pines by @graymatters (M, 74k)

In his final term of Healer training, Draco is unfortunate enough to find himself on a plane, the only means of traveling to a small, magical town in rural Alaska.

Helix by Saras_Girl (E, 93k)

Seven months after the end of the war, Harry is feeling lost. Fortunately, he is about to be offered an unexpected and sparkling chance to find himself again.

Little Deaths and How to Avoid Them (or Draco Malfoy's Guide to Stop Dying and Start Living Instead) by nerakrose, dustmouth (T, 96k)

Malfoy is way too interested in coroner reports for somebody who's definitely not looking for ways to die, Harry wants to be friends with him, and Ginny wants to break up with Harry.

The Liars Department by DorthyAnn (T, 103k)

This is a story about Harry meeting up with Draco Malfoy four years after the war. And a story about Harry, well, not hating his job per say, but it's not like he has much to compare it to and it seemed fine.

When Times are Dire by @aibidil (E, 130k)

Magical Britain is screwed, and it's once again up to Harry to save it. This time, by marrying Draco Malfoy.

The Brightest Constellations of Our Souls by @thecouchsofa (E, 256k)

Harry doesn’t know how to cope after the War. The only things that make him feel even remotely normal again are taking risks while flying and fighting with Malfoy. It’s not likely to end well.

[x-monochrome-x]

freakshow oc (still unnamed lol)

giant freak woman!!! aahhh!!!!!! (its a commentary on how most giantesses in early g/t were sexualized and objectified by their size :3)