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The Tall and The Small

Summary:

Curt wasn’t exactly what people would call tall. In fact, he was the opposite. He was very, very short.

Which was already a problem in itself even if you didn’t factor in his very tall boyfriend.

Notes:

I am aware that Curt isn't actually that short. However, I thought "man, wouldn't it be funny if Curt was tiny and Owen wasn't?"

And so Curt is now 4'8". (Owen is 6’4”)

If I ever feel like adding to this verse, I will.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1: The Zoo

Chapter Text

Curt wasn’t exactly what people would call tall. In fact, he was the opposite. He was very, very short.

Which was already a problem in itself even if you didn’t factor in his very tall boyfriend.

“Owen, I can’t keep up, my legs are killing me.”

Owen rolled his eyes at Curt’s complaining. “I told you that the zoo was big, Curt.”

“I thought you were exaggerating. Can we please rest?”

“We just rested not even half an hour ago.”

“Please?”

Owen sighed. “I have a better idea.” He crouched down. “Hop on my back.”

“What?” Curt sputtered in shock.

“I’ll give you a piggyback ride. Now hop on. Unless you’d rather walk.”

Curt pursed his lips in irritation and climbed on to Owen’s back, hooking his legs around Owen’s waist and his arms around his neck.

Owen hoisted him up, wrapping his arms under Curt’s legs and standing.

Curt rested his head against the back of Owen’s neck, pressing a kiss to his skin. “This is so degrading.”

“You’re just saying that because you’re tiny.” Owen reached a hand up and patted Curt’s ass affectionately.

Curt jumped slightly, causing Owen to laugh. “Hey! I’m not tiny!”

“Oh, you’re tiny, love. Or did you forget the time they wouldn’t let you on the rollercoaster at Hershey Park and directed us to the children’s rides?”

Curt pouted. “It’s not my fault I’m short.”

“Aw, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, darling.” Owen turned his head, indicating that he wanted to give Curt a kiss.

Curt gave him a quick peck, grumbling. “I can never stay mad at you.”

Owen hummed against his lips. “I know, isn’t it great?”

Curt huffed, pulling away, and nuzzled into Owen’s neck. “I wanna see the giraffes.”

Owen, instead of making another height based joke, dutifully carried him over to the giraffes so they could stare up at them in awe.

Curt suppressed a yawn, eventually closing his eyes as he nuzzled deeper into Owen’s body. “Will you buy me something from the gift shop?”

“Whatever you want, my love.” Owen sounded very amused.

“I want a stuffed giraffe.”

Curt drifted off on Owen’s back, not even staying awake long enough to see his boyfriend buy the toy for him.