#ianthe tridentarious

[jackaranda-art]

tlt oil studies

[owl127]

Potential little ficlet or fic request just because you’ve put this thought in my head: Harrow sorta treats Ianthe like a cat and she’s kinda into it

Ianthe spread herself on the bed as if Harrow weren’t there, her infinite arms and legs taking over the space inefficiently. Harrow dropped her tablet, turning to look at her prostate girlfriend.

"Long day?" she asked with one hand trailing up Ianthe’s back, dancing over her prominent spine and tickling the side of her ribs. Ianthe squirmed under the touch, turning to face Harrow.

"The longest."

Harrow’s hand sneaked under Ianthe’s cotton shirt, her blunt nails scratching over her sensitive back. Ianthe hummed her contentment, happily stretching on their bed and lazily arching her back as Harrow kept stroking her.

"Good?" Harrow asked with a smile.

Eyes closed, Ianthe sighed, her exhale long and purposeful, making Harrow’s fingers vibrate on her skin. "Very good," Ianthe responded, her voice low with tiredness and the first threads of sleep. She hummed even louder as Harrow’s pointer finger touched the skin between her eyes, massaging there with steady motions.

"Still good?" Harrow checked, placing one hand on Ianthe’s side while the other massaged the tension spot between her eyes.

"Your hands are magic," Ianthe whispers in half sleep, their legs crossing over the blankets.

"It’s what I do with Anubis to get him to sleep sometimes."

Violet, pale eyes shot open. "What?"

"Touching between a cat’s eyes helps them relax."

"Are you comparing me to a feline right now?"

"I actually do it constantly."

Ianthe held her stare, but when Harrow pressed the tension point a little further, there was nothing Ianthe could do but melt under her touch.

"I may be into it," Ianthe confessed to the hands working magic on her stress.

"You are. You just didn’t know about it until now."

"So you enjoy when I’m a pliable kitty in your hands?" Ianthe asked, and Harrow knew where this was going but didn’t stop her constant massage.

"I kind of prefer it when you’re a lioness."

That got Ianthe’s attention, followed by a sharp-toothed grin.

[nature-nomadism]

I adore the idea of Gideon and Ianthe getting into jealous little verbal spats while a slightly oblivious Harrow stands there going “what has gotten into you two today? Is there something in the food?”

[nature-nomadism]

Harrow cooks fish in the common area microwave because she doesn’t know any better.

Ianthe cooks fish in the common area microwave because she’s a #girlboss and wants everyone else to suffer.

[nature-nomadism]

Ianthe Tridentarious is a brat bottom

[owl127]

I can't thank you enough for gifting us a sequel to coffee and scones. It was so good 😭

You know, the comments and reactions I get from the soft Harriante stories are amazing. Thank you 💜 it's not about being a popular pair, but it really hits people... I'm amazed with everyone's reaction. I might keep adding little stories to that series 🤷🏾‍♀️

I'll keep checking the comments to see what people want to read about those two

[owl127]

The new Harryanthe fic was so so so good!! 100/10 greatly GREATLY enjoyed. I’m also glad I’m not the only one who just sees Ianthe as one big, weird cat. She’d be into it, Harrow should tell her, I think it’d be cute

Thank you! Ianthe is that kind of cat that intensely stares at you from across the room, eyes unmoving, tail flicking back and forth, and when you try to pet it, she bites. Love her