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Forever home 16

So this happened today. I don’t think anyone is going to complain.

Bear set Richters carrier down outside the house. He took a deep steadying breath, and pulled the man from his travel box. The house was so much smaller than he was. There were spells to accommodate this. He’d managed to purchase one before his visit.

The place was surprisingly empty for a famous painter’s home. But that was probably for the best. He didn’t want to have to silence Ricky while shoving past dozens of strangers. Making the situation all the more stressful on both of them.

The building was painted several shades of orange, white, and green. Traditional Ogre colours. He gave a smirk. Silly little things loved their colours. But, Every ogre he’d met was accommodating and friendly. With this, Bear pulled the packed spell from his pocket. “Need anything from in there?”

Richter stood at foot level, shaking. He jumped upon hearing Bears voice, but answered quickly. “No. No I’m good. Ready to go.” The trip had been nerve wracking. Those warp gate things were noisy as hell. Going through them felt strange. And now they were in a new place. A place clearly too small for Bear.

Richter would have to jump to reach the doorknob, but it was small enough he could manage his way around. The carrier rose from behind him, and was clipped to the giants belt awkwardly. Richter watched this in awe a moment.

Not long after, Bear brought his hand heavily to his chest. There was a loud crack. Richter flinched back as the titanic man shrunk before his eyes. Now standing about ten feet above Richter. He shook himself slightly. Bracing a hand on a lamppost for support.

Richter was too stunned to say anything. Backing away slightly. Before a door behind him flung open. A large being, about the size of Bear burst from the building. Red tattoos covered deep green skin. The being sported large tusks, and a set of long horns. And the look on his face couldn’t be happier.

“WILLIAM B. HEART! Ya’ look like someone thumped ya’ with an ugly stick.” The beast jaunted over, gate unsteady as Richter noticed the next prominent feature of this thing. No arms. This made him resemble a top in the way he wobbled as he walked. Working to correct his balance as he went.

“An look at you! You must be Richter! ‘Ere lemme get a good look.” The being stood on one leg, dragging Richter to chest level with his other. So much for needing to work around his balance. The ogre stared into Richters eyes with unbridled delight before releasing him.

“Looks just like ‘is daddy. And you say the lad can talk?” His attentions returned to the shrunken giant. Now staggering his way over to the pair. Richter gave him an unsure look as Bear grinned towards the ogre.

“Ask him. Not me.” This prompted all the attention to return to Richter, who smiled nervously. He wasn’t sure what to say. He wanted to ask how his parents were doing. Or introduce himself.

Instead, however. “Y-yeah. I can talk. Nice to meet you sir.”

The ogres eyes shone brightly. He slammed his shoulder into Richter. Gently enough not to really cause damage, but hard enough to knock him off balance. “You must get your manners from your mother. Gotta say. When Bear told me ya lil’ rats could talk, I had some serious questions. But they’re all translated up. Yer’ old man still hates my ass but hey. Far from skin off m’nose.”

They were led into the house. Richter being filled with so many questions. Instead of an answer however, something came flying around the corner. Entrapping his ribs in a tight grasp. “RICHTER!”

“Wh-urk... Hi mom.” He did his best to return the hug. Loosely encircling his mother in a hug of his own. Ignoring the cooing coming from Worm. Another man rounded the corner, a little greyer than when Richter had last seen him. A full, neatly trimmed beard gracing his features.

But there was no mistaking it. That was his father. The man strode over to him, eyeing the younger man. Soon enough Richter was further engulfed in his parents arms. He threw the free arm around his father. Resting his head on the older mans shoulder.

They must have stayed like that for a while, as Bears voice cut through. “Um. Were you working with glue earlier Worm?” Richters father broke the hug immediately. While the other two awkwardly shuffled away from one another.

The man puffed up his chest and rose to meet Bear as far as he could. “You. The hell did you do to my boy brute?” Richter turned, catching an arm under his father’s ribs, and physically lifting the man away from Bear. Relieving an amused laugh from Worm.

“Dad. let’s not try and pick a fight with the guy who’s literally trying to save humanity.” He set the man behind his mother. In all honestly, it was nice to be able to throw his weight around again. Living with giants made a man feel helpless at times.

Bear however, just patted Richters shoulder with a laugh. “It’s fine. Really. Poor guy’s probably been through the ringer before we showed up. As for your question, fed him, clothed him, kept a roof over his head. You know.”

Richter’s father tensed. Folding his arms. Glaring up at the giant. But he gave an affirmative grunt. It was Richter’s mother who finally broke the tension. “How about we all work this out in the living room? I can make some tea.... Somehow.”

Richter licked his lips. “I’ll help.”

Worms kitchen was jury-rigged with all kinds of odd devices to work around his disability. However, there were step stools for the smaller residents that made the action of boiling water easier for the two. His mother worked quickly. She seamed to be in far better health than when he’d seen her last.

“I... I can’t believe how long it’s been.” Richter flinched. Staring down at his mother. She was watching out the window above her head. Hugging her arms. “I never thought I’d see you again. But here you are. Alive and well. Look at you!” She beamed.

Richter just shook his head laughing. “Look at me? Mom, you look amazing. Dad too. Worm seams like a pretty nice guy.” To this, the woman laughed.

“I wish your father were as accepting. Since day one, he had to pick a fight with everything giant. Or not human in general.” Richters shoulders tensed. This... Wasn’t good news. He heaved a sigh, running a hand through his hair.

His mother picked up on this, and brought her hand to fluff over the tips of Richters hair as well. Being mindful of his head. Drawing a laugh from the man. He pulled away, rising out of arms reach. A smirk on his features. For once, things felt... normal. The old kind of normal.

It wasn’t long until his old man joined them in the kitchen. Ghost white. He fell upon a pillow by the window. Eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. “Richter... Is it true?”

“Is what true?” Richters heart stopped a minute. His father was skeptical of giants at best. If Bear had told him ANYTHING about the past while, since entering Bears home... He braced for angry, accusing words.

“You were alone for almost three months? That...Neil’s family is... And you were...” He dully felt his mothers hand on his arm. His mouth went dry. It really wasn’t something he wanted to discuss.

Fortunately, he didn’t have to. As his expression clearly said enough. “Fuck. Sorry kid.”

Kid. That was a nickname he hadn’t heard in a while. Richter gave a bitter laugh, leaning further against the counter. Even scaled down so much, the house was huge. There were large pillows placed in strategic areas. They were clearly well used.

Some small scuffs were made on the floor, from his fathers boots. The prints were too large to be his mother’s doing. Richter took a steadying breath, and sighed. “So. You want the good or the bad news first?”

“Bad first.” His mother sighed.

“Bad news is, if everyone acts like a dick. We’re still going to be pets. Just ones that can speak.”

“Language. Now what’s the good news?”

Richter sighed. He went into every detail about the plans he and Bear had made. Also being sure to include the mentions of a relief effort for the men and women still trapped in the ruins. As he droned on about changing things, about having a chance to be counted out of the responsibility act, his father perked up.

Eventually the tea was ready, and the three humans worked together to bring it in to the two beings in the next room. Bear was sitting and watching as Worm set his paints and pencils beside him. He turned to the family entering the room with a bright smile. “Oi! You three go sit by the window. I wanna mark this occasion.”

There wasn’t much room to argue. So Richter sat at the window, enjoying the sun on his back while his mother and father encircled him in a tight hug. The giant paused. Blinking a few times. He tapped Worm on the shoulder and mentioned something.

With the ogres permission, Bear moved two pots of flowers behind them. It was odd. Seeing a big, green, paint covered face poke from behind the canvas every so often. A paintbrush clenched between his teeth. Occasionally he asked them to adjust their pose. Or offered some cookies to go with their tea.

When all was said and done. They were called over. On the canvas was almost a perfect match from them. It was about then that Richter noticed something. The same healthy glow his mother and father carried, was reflected on his own features.

He gave his skin an accusatory look. Only to find that it was just as pink as the painting. He really looked like he’d been in good health. His mother grinned. Staring at the painting with delight. While his father gave it a cursory glare.

“Seriously you paint us like we’re a basket of kittens.” He sighed. Worm just laughed. Resting his chin on the mans head. Nuzzling him, much to his chagrin.

“Oh come on. Ya’ lil’ buggers are cute. B’sides. Isn’t this how you want to be seen with your family?” Silence followed. There was really no arguing the point.

Richter sighed. Leaning on his father casually. “I guess after all this, we can brag that Worm the mighty painted our family portrait.” He smirked. Causing Bear a short chuckle. Though, Both his mother and father seamed confused. Worm however, puffed up.

“Ye. And I’ll charge ya’ lil’ bastards for the next one!” He snickered. Giving Richter a friendly tap on the back with his foot. This, however, triggered a response Richter was dreading. He reflexively leaned back further into the contact, only realizing what he’d done when Worm’s foot returned to the floor. Followed closely by Richter’s rear end.

Four sets of eyes landed on the man. His face flushing scarlet. Bear, however, cleared his throat. Helping Richter back to his feet casually. Worm just smirked. Or grimaced. It was hard to tell around the tusks. “Yeah that’ll happen after you live with a giant. Ya get so used to being picked up, ya just lean into it.”

“How. How’s a small ass giant like that able to pick Richter up that often?” His father glared at the ogre.

“Oh, like this.” Bears hand scooped under Richter. Lifting him in a jarring motion to sit lightly cradled in the giants arms. Squawking about being put down immediately. Once his feet returned to the floor, Richter straightened himself. Glaring daggers at the giant.

Bear, in turn, burst into laughter. Loud, rumbling laughter. “No but in all honestly. I’m no smaller than any other giant. I had to use a shrinking spell just to get in. Normally I can hold your son in the palm of my hand.”

“Okay! Enough embarrassing the man who knows where certain people sleep. Mom? Dad? Are you on board for the thing?” Richters voice cut through sharply. Starting to feel more like himself now that he was actually socializing with people other than his m- with Bear.

In the end. The two filled their paperwork out. As well as Worm. They visited only a little longer before it was time to go. Richters arms trapped his parents in a tight grip. They were promised they’d see one another again. By both Worm and Bear. But when the world ends. Every goodbye should be treated like the last one.

The giant waved to the trio at the door, and left the house with Richter close behind. Eyes wide. Everything was HUGE at this angle. “Rick... Is this how the world always looks to you?” He watched as a few of his own people crossed the massive streets. Walking along an elevated path with the human.

It was private. Away from the others, as per Richters request. He didn’t want to answer too many questions from too many strangers. Richter just paused. Staring at Bear. He seamed confused a moment. Then spoke up.

“I mean. This is basically it. Just on a MUCH bigger scale. Like, this place is massive! W-When are you going to get big again?” Richter clutched Bears jacket, the man showed clear signs of distress. From this angle, Bear could read his expressions easily, it seamed. Though they seamed... Exaggerated.

“I think she said it would ware off in a couple hours. We can wait somewhere quiet if you want.” He reached a hand in his pocket for a note regarding the spell. And instantly felt cold. “Oh... Oh no. We can’t. I have to head home. NOW.”

He didn’t look back as he gripped Richter by the shoulder and sprinted. The spell would ware off... In 24 hours. Another hop through a warp gate and they were closer to the house. Bear then pulled a memory orb from his pocket. Calling Archibald.

“I can’t believe it.” The giant paced back and forth while Richter gathered himself. “24 hours! I’m going to be a shrimp for 24 hours!”

“I’m just amazed you even know what a shrimp is.” Richter leaned on a tree sighing. Eventually the human apparently grew tired of Bears constant worrying. As he gripped the mans leg, and dropped him heavily to the ground. Knocking the wind out of him.

“Shit! Sorry. Um... Look Arch is going to be here soon right? We’ll get to the house, and figure things out from there. No need to panic.” Now that he was able to see the man better, Bear found that Richters eyes held an experience to them.

The kind a man gains from long days and frightening nights. The kind he knew well. Even further still, he could make out a few old scars running along Richters arms. Dog bites, places where he’d lost skin. The giant stood on unsteady feet.

Staring down at the man. Richter stared right back with a bright expression. Oblivious to the injuries he carried. Bear inhaled, then pulled the man into a hug. Ignoring the indignant yelp. “You’re right. It’s just unsettling. Imagine being me sized. And then losing a few dozen feet.”

“Oh it’s not that bad.” Both men sprung back. Eyeing upwards at Archibald. From this angle, he was horrifying. Even in the casual stance he took, the man was the size of a mountain. Those golden eyes just piercing down at them through the glasses. A lazy smirk spread over his cheeks.

“Need a ride?” Slowly, so as not to make the horror worse, Archibald lowered himself to one knee, resting a hand on the forest floor. Richter seamed to have no trouble scrambling up it’s surface. Bear on the other hand, couldn’t force himself to move.

Too big. Way too big. He’d never thought of Archibald as anything but equal. Now... Now he was basically a titan. And he was asking Bear to just... CLIMB into his hand? Richter stared back at him with a sigh. “Pretend it’s an elevator. You guys have those, right? You just need to do a little climbing. And then shut your eyes.” The human reached an encouraging hand for him.

Okay. Okay he could do this. He’d been through worse. Slowly, Bear stepped onto his friends palm. He had to hold Richter on his lap, while Archibald held him with both hands. They made their way to the house swiftly. Bear was set in the enclosure with Richter.

Solid ground. It felt AMAZING. Bears body fell limp. Richters laughter cut through his thoughts. A glass of water pushed into his hand. “Yeah. I know the feeling.” The man looked as though he’d just gone hiking. Holding the sympathetic expression one carries when they’re a pro at something you only just started.

“Did you go through this shit your first day here?” Bear sat up. Taking the water gratefully. He hadn’t realized how much he’d been gasping since he shrunk. It almost tasted like heaven. If not a little too cold. Was Richter content with this? Bear resigned to give the man more variety for his beverages. Something he could make for himself.

Richter’s laugh said it all. “The first day? Bear. I still go through that from time to time. Why do you think I hate being on the floor?” He couldn’t help the shudder creeping up his spine. Watching Archibald roam around the house casually wasn’t much better. Bear never realized how BIG he was.

“Weird. When I dreamed about this, I felt kinda’ similar. But it wasn’t anywhere near as terrifying.” That dream made it seam so normal. But this was anything BUT normal. Richter sat beside him and shared in Bear’s giant watching. A sigh escaping the small man as he leaned on Bears side.

“Yeah? Well, it’s not always so bad. Times like this get more and more rare as you get used to it.” He shut his eyes, leaning on the giant. Bear just paused, looking down at Richter. The man seamed so content. So relaxed.

Never mind the fact that they were sitting on a table in the corner of his kitchen. Never mind the idea that Richter was powerless to change anything in his environment aside from asking. Never mind the fact that... The man had come to terms with it. Even seaming relaxed about it.

Bears hand came up, and almost rested on Richters head, before adjusting to his shoulder. “Remind me to hit you with a growth spell one of these days.” He sighed. It was only fair Richter saw things from his angle, too.

“Please don’t actually hit me with it. That would suck.” Richter chortled. He sounded as though he was dozing off. Once again impressing the giant with his relaxed state. Then again, what did Richter have to stress about? He was pulled from a horrible situation, and given a rent free, lap of luxury.

“Noted.”

Getting around the house was also an interesting event. As Bear found himself concerned about breaking the enclosure upon turning back. Archibald had left, though he left some food out for them when they were hungry. Soon enough, Richter guided him to the floor.

Only, the human seamed more than happy to sprint around the house at top speed. What once seamed like a joyous jog, now showed it’s self to be an all out bolt. Occasionally, to get to some place, Richter would take a flying leap. Shimmying up some of the ropes he’d been provided with ease.

“And only now, do I understand how damn athletic you are.” Bear sighed.

Richter glared from his position on the table. “What I can’t understand, is how you’re struggling so much. Come on! It’s not that hard.”

“Richter! I eat trees and eggs. Things that don’t tend to run away!” The giants hands waved in the air indignantly. Shortly before he awkwardly shimmied up the leg of a chair. Then pulled himself onto one of the ornate edges of the table.

Scrambling to the top. He gasped for air. Beard fluttering in and out with every breath. Richter just chuckled and slumped in front of the man. “I’d help ya, but you’re still bigger than me.” A cheeky grin spread over that humans face. Bear just scowled.

“Well. I know this table’s nice and sturdy. And nothing’s gonna break here. so....” Bears arms snagged around the human as they dropped to the edge of the table. His chin tucked over the mans head. “Now we wait.”

Richter went expectantly limp. Laying on Bear’s lap shamelessly. Shutting his eyes. “Yeah okay.” The man gave no resistance as he was held close. Bear began to grow concerned for Richter’s mental state. Only to find that his small companion had fallen asleep.

Did he get any the night before? Was this all because he was so exhausted? Richters snoring, usually tiny and adorable, rattled the man. For something so small, he could make a hell of a noise. He just looked so peaceful like that.

However, it was a trap. Bear was now stuck with a sleeping human in his lap. For FOUR HOURS. The ultimate power move. The human was still sleeping. Bear sighed. Reaching to play with Richters hair. It was rare when he could do this. May as well make the most of it.

As expected, it was incredibly soft. Even a bit fluffy. A hand shot up and gripped at Bears wrists. Richter looked pissed. “Okay. Last time I’m warning you.” The man glared. “Contact to my head hurts like fuck. So don’t touch it.”

“Oh. Sorry. Could you get off my legs now?” Richter settled for sleeping in an empty butter dish. Clean, but left upright. Apparently the cold glass was pleasant. Bear didn’t understand it. Deciding it was a human thing, he returned to his waiting. Watching the window from his vantage on the table.

“You know.” Bear was jarred from his thoughts once more. “All in all. No matter how this thing goes. It’d be nice to still hang out like this.” Richters eyes landed on Bear. Who in turn, nodded.

“Yeah. Maybe not exactly like this. I’d rather you NOT sleep in a butter dish next time.” The giant turned with a laugh.

“Oh screw that. I’ll sleep in ALL the dishes eventually.” Bear had no doubt he would. Richters laughter said it all. Well. Maybe Bear could snag some cute pictures from all this. Make light of the situation.

#G/t #Pet tiny #Fluff #Richter sleeps in all your dishes

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