Title: She Loves Me, Really
Author: Anath de Malfoy
Pairing: Fridwulfa the Giantess/Daddy Hagrid
Summary: The tale of a dysfunctional marriage in the Potterverse...
Rating: R
Warnings: Violence, non-con, some het-ish sex (some role reversal)
Possible Spoilers: Books 1-5
Disclaimer: These characters and the associated profits belong to J.K. Rowling. Not my fault if they play up after hours.
A/N: This was probably one of the most emotionally traumatic drabbles I have ever written.
She loves me, really.
It's not her fault that she loses her temper sometimes, that her eyes are as cold as a hailstorm in winter when she's angry. She doesn't mean half the things she yells when she gets mad, doesn't mean to bruise me black and blue. Her lot are like that - giants, I mean. Fierce and all. She just doesn't know her own strength sometimes.
Mostly, she's good to me. I always wanted a wife who could keep me in my place, so far beneath her. I've always been gentle, sort of quiet, not the rough, tough type of fellow most people say a grown man's supposed to be. She's magnificent, my Fridwulfa. Twenty feet if she's an inch, a goddess - not her fault I'm such a little bloke, getting under her feet and annoying her at times. It hurts my feelings sometimes when she tells me I'm too small, not man enough for her, and she threatens to go find herself a giant husband - but she usually gets over it. I suppose I deserve it, most of the time.
So many good times we have together, she and I and our precious son Rubeus. Like when she sits me on her knee and cuddles me close like I'm her little pet. And when she tosses Rube up in the air and catches him till he's giggling and out of breath, or brings huge glittering rock crystals home for him to play with. She's not the most maternal sort - her people aren't - but she gets on well with the boy most of the time. For his second birthday she brought him a real live Hippogriff, and he knew how to ride it before the day was done. She says that when he's older she'll get him a dragon (even though it's forbidden to keep pet dragons, I reckon she'll find a way around it. Nobody tells my Friddy what to do...)
And it's always good in bed between her and me. Not many kisses, and she gets a little rough, but that's to be expected with giantesses. She likes to stick her fingers up inside me - it's nice when a lady remembers her husband's got a prostate. I just wish she'd be a little gentler sometimes, use a little lube and ask me if I'm ready for it. But I suppose you can't have everything.
It's my fault, I suppose, that she can't handle strong drink, or calls poor Rubeus a scrawny, undersized brat now and then, even though he's such a fine, big healthy lad (oh, the blows I've taken for him - better I get hit than he does), or if she takes a swipe at me when she's upset. Sometimes she's hurt me badly, breaking bones and I've had to get them treated at St Mungo's, but she usually says she's sorry afterwards. Cooks me something nice when I get home - juicy thick charred mountain goat or Graphorn steaks with herbs and melted butter, or bread with wildflower honey, baked in the ashes like her people make it best... It's hard for Friddy, living in the wizarding world where most people don't like giants.
Yes, she loves me, really. Despite the bad times. And I love her with all my heart - if she ever left me, I know full well that I could never love again.
~ Fin.
Author: Anath de Malfoy
Pairing: Fridwulfa the Giantess/Daddy Hagrid
Summary: The tale of a dysfunctional marriage in the Potterverse...
Rating: R
Warnings: Violence, non-con, some het-ish sex (some role reversal)
Possible Spoilers: Books 1-5
Disclaimer: These characters and the associated profits belong to J.K. Rowling. Not my fault if they play up after hours.
A/N: This was probably one of the most emotionally traumatic drabbles I have ever written.
She loves me, really.
It's not her fault that she loses her temper sometimes, that her eyes are as cold as a hailstorm in winter when she's angry. She doesn't mean half the things she yells when she gets mad, doesn't mean to bruise me black and blue. Her lot are like that - giants, I mean. Fierce and all. She just doesn't know her own strength sometimes.
Mostly, she's good to me. I always wanted a wife who could keep me in my place, so far beneath her. I've always been gentle, sort of quiet, not the rough, tough type of fellow most people say a grown man's supposed to be. She's magnificent, my Fridwulfa. Twenty feet if she's an inch, a goddess - not her fault I'm such a little bloke, getting under her feet and annoying her at times. It hurts my feelings sometimes when she tells me I'm too small, not man enough for her, and she threatens to go find herself a giant husband - but she usually gets over it. I suppose I deserve it, most of the time.
So many good times we have together, she and I and our precious son Rubeus. Like when she sits me on her knee and cuddles me close like I'm her little pet. And when she tosses Rube up in the air and catches him till he's giggling and out of breath, or brings huge glittering rock crystals home for him to play with. She's not the most maternal sort - her people aren't - but she gets on well with the boy most of the time. For his second birthday she brought him a real live Hippogriff, and he knew how to ride it before the day was done. She says that when he's older she'll get him a dragon (even though it's forbidden to keep pet dragons, I reckon she'll find a way around it. Nobody tells my Friddy what to do...)
And it's always good in bed between her and me. Not many kisses, and she gets a little rough, but that's to be expected with giantesses. She likes to stick her fingers up inside me - it's nice when a lady remembers her husband's got a prostate. I just wish she'd be a little gentler sometimes, use a little lube and ask me if I'm ready for it. But I suppose you can't have everything.
It's my fault, I suppose, that she can't handle strong drink, or calls poor Rubeus a scrawny, undersized brat now and then, even though he's such a fine, big healthy lad (oh, the blows I've taken for him - better I get hit than he does), or if she takes a swipe at me when she's upset. Sometimes she's hurt me badly, breaking bones and I've had to get them treated at St Mungo's, but she usually says she's sorry afterwards. Cooks me something nice when I get home - juicy thick charred mountain goat or Graphorn steaks with herbs and melted butter, or bread with wildflower honey, baked in the ashes like her people make it best... It's hard for Friddy, living in the wizarding world where most people don't like giants.
Yes, she loves me, really. Despite the bad times. And I love her with all my heart - if she ever left me, I know full well that I could never love again.
~ Fin.