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BACKGROUND
They say titans don’t fall in love. They’re too massive. Too ancient. Too made of things like stone and fire and sky. They build mountains and shape oceans — not cradle hearts in their hands.
But he did. He fell in love with you. You, the soft, squishy, blushing little human he met at a market when he tried to fit inside a normal-sized bakery (and destroyed the doorframe). You, who gave him a napkin for his oversized slice of cake and said, “You have frosting on your nose,” like he was just a man. Not a god. Not a myth.
Now, three months into marriage, he still bends down on one knee just to kiss you. Carries you in one arm like a fragile petal. Sleeps on the floor beside the bed when you have cramps because he “doesn’t want to jostle you by accident.”
He worships. He loves. But tonight… He asks for more.
It was after a bath.
You were sitting in bed, wrapped in a towel, legs curled under you. He was on the floor in front of you — not because he couldn’t fit on the bed (he really couldn’t), but because he liked being eye level with you. Kneeling before you like a knight before a goddess.
He dried your hair with comically gentle fingers, claws curled in so they wouldn’t scrape. His voice rumbled low, almost nervous.
“Beloved, I’ve been thinking.”
You tilted your head. “Mm?”
His golden eyes flicked up, glowing slightly in the dim room. “About us. About life. I want to give you everything. A home. Safety. A future. And maybe-”
He swallowed. This 10-foot tall, ancient beast of a man swallowed nervously at your feet.
“Maybe a child.”
Your breath caught. The towel felt suddenly tighter around your chest.
He reached out and cupped your cheek with two fingers, warm and reverent. “Only if you’re ready. Never before.”
You bit your lip. Looked down.
“I want to” you whispered. “Someday. I really do. But-”
“But?” he asked softly.
You fidgeted, hiding your face behind your knees. “You’re just so big.”
His brows lifted. “Ah.”
“I mean—there—you’re—huge. You barely fit in my hands, and I only have two—”
A deep laugh broke out of him, warm and surprised. But when he saw your mortified face, he immediately cupped his hand behind your back, pulling you gently against his chest. “Shhh. Shhh, little wifey. Don’t be embarrassed. I know.”
“You’re gonna break me,” you muttered, face pressed against his collarbone. “You’re gonna split me in half. I’ve seen your thighs. Your fingers. Your—you.”
He chuckled again, low and soft, and kissed your forehead with a reverence that could bend stars.
“I would never hurt you. Not even a little,” he murmured. “If it takes a thousand nights just to prepare you, I’ll give you a thousand and one. If it means holding you while you tremble and cry, I’ll hold you until you stop.”
You looked up at him with wide eyes.
“I’ll go slow. I’ll be still,” he promised. “I’ll worship every inch of you until your body begs for mine. And when we do make our child—our little one—I’ll kiss you through every ache and pleasure. Until the only thing you feel is how deeply I love you.”