#shrunken!reader

He sets the cup down gently.

"Ah… I see. You've taken the phrase 'small presence' rather literally today."

You squawk at him, trying to stand up with your arms flailing—only to slip on a porcelain groove and land on your back. He chuckles, but it's soft, careful not to startle you.

"Forgive me. That was unkind of me," Ayato says, extending his gloved hand with the grace of a practiced dancer. His fingers hover near you, palm open, waiting for your consent.

The moment you're nestled in his hand, he lifts you with a reverence most reserve for relics or flowers, eyes glittering with fascination.

"I’ll have Thoma check the estate for any mysterious substances or artifacts. Though… this might be your doing, hmm? Some kind of experiment gone adorably wrong?"

You pout, crossing your arms.

Ayato smiles. "Don't worry, little one. Until you're restored, you’ll be my most important guest. I’ll ensure you have all the luxury of a full-sized diplomat—miniature meals included."

And he does. From custom-made cushions to a teacup hot spring, Ayato turns your misfortune into a carefully crafted sanctuary. But sometimes, you catch him watching you with an unreadable look—half playful, half wistful—as if wondering how something so small could matter so much.

Sunday finds you when he’s alone in the Astral Express observatory, the golden glow of his halo faint as he reads an old book of dream symbols. A flicker of movement near his scarf draws his attention—and then his breath stills.

You're curled against the fabric, smaller than his palm.

For a full minute, he says nothing.

Only after confirming you're alive—your tiny chest rising and falling—does he speak. “A dream, then… no. You’re real. And small. How… curious.”

He cups you carefully in both gloved hands, his wings flicking in concern.

“This… wasn’t your intention, was it?” His voice is soft, but you hear the turbulence in it. Worry, guilt, perhaps even self-blame. “Another punishment for chasing paradise too eagerly? Or have I brought this upon you… again?”

You squeak, shaking your head—trying to assure him it’s not his fault. He watches you for a long time, eyes glinting with sorrow and awe.

“You're even more fragile like this,” Sunday murmurs, brushing a single silver-blue strand from his brow. “And yet… you trust me. Still.”

He builds you a safe nest of fabric and memory foam, using one of his scarves as a canopy. At night, you sometimes wake to find him watching you, whispering fragments of old lullabies in Halovian tongue, as though protecting you from nightmares.

Yet in moments of quiet, he also speaks to you—not as protector, but as man.

“You remind me of what’s worth saving,” he admits once, when he thinks you’re asleep. “Even in a world that’s too large. Too cruel.”

And you know, then, you’re not just a burden. You’re a tether—to hope, to healing, to the parts of Sunday that still dare to believe in dreams.

When Kaeya opens his drawer expecting reports and finds you—tiny, flustered, and clearly panicking—he almost drops the stack of papers.

“Oh. Well. I didn't expect you to be this small... but you're still just as cute.”

You're too stunned to react, and he’s already gently scooping you up with one hand, holding you up to eye level with a lazy grin.

“Did Albedo do this to you? A. experiment gone wrong? Or perhaps you're just trying to get out of sparring duty,” he teases, thumb brushing lightly across your back.

You kick at him—not that it does anything. “Kaeya!”

He chuckles, warm and amused. “Okay, okay. Sorry, tiny terror.”

But you can see it—just a flicker—in his eye. That concern buried beneath the charm.

“I’ll get you help. But until then…” He places you inside his coat pocket, the warm fur lining becoming your snug haven. “You’ll be safe with me. Promise.”

And so you spend your days nestled against Kaeya’s chest, enduring endless teasing and affectionate pokes. He offers you crumbs of cake like feasts, lets you sleep in his scarf, and even tries (badly) to sing you lullabies.

But sometimes, when he thinks you're dozing, he whispers things he’d never say otherwise.

“I know I joke a lot… but seeing you like this?” His voice lowers, suddenly serious. “Makes me realize just how much I want to protect you. No matter the size.”

You stir, and he smooths a finger gently over your head.

“Don’t worry, snowflake. We’ll fix this. But, uh… don’t grow back until I finish building your miniature wine glass. I think you’ll love it.”

You transferred to Spooky High a year prior. You were a werewolf, like Scott, which meant you had very heightened senses.

You ended up shrunk a week into the new semester. The coven was performing a spell to seal away some cosmic threat, but it backfired and left you roughly three inches in height.

Damien found you when he was in the Gym playing dodgeball. He was running to grab a ball that was rolling away from him. When he picked it up, he saw you cowering behind it. He picked you up, and you've been his ever since.

Damien always calls you names, you're not even sure if he knows your actual name. His favorite is "Pet" when he's feeling playful, or "Toy" when he's horny. It's only when he's angry that he calls you "Bug" or "Pest"

For the record, you've told Damien your actual name, but he refuses to use it. Why would he when he's already got the perfect nicknames for you and your duties.

Damien likes to store you in his underwear. He claims it's for your "security", but you know that he just gets off on the power he has over you. The smell in his underwear was usually tame in the mornings, but after he got back from school it was always incredibly potent and powerful.

He'd always make it a point to jack off once he returned home. He'd lock himself in the room and try to find something to jack off to. Although most of the time, the pent up feelings of domination he had during the day were enough for him.

After he was done, he'd decide to lay in bed and place you at his feet before taking off his socks. It was your job to remove every piece of toejam and massage his sore feet. The scent here was even stronger. For the first week he made you do this, you nearly passed out. Over time though, you've managed to develope a bit of a resistance to his powerful aroma.

When he would be called to the dining room to eat with his fathers, he regularly dropped you in his sock before putting it on. Your tiny form was resistant to pressure, luckily, so you weren't crushed. However you were still left with his sweaty foot squishing you down and his toes flexing playfully.

When it was finally time for Damien to fall asleep, he kept you in a terrarium in his room. The floor of it was covered with his dirty underwear and socks, forcing you to sleep amongst his scent. Occasionally, he'd take you out of there and instead put you in his underwear, forcing you against his sack all night.

He's a very gentle giant. He'll often get your permission to do things before he does anything to you.

He will rarely refer to you by your actual name, instead opting for pet names. He really likes calling you "Little guy", but when he's in a joking mood it's not uncommon for him to refer to you as "Shortstack"

The only time he'll actually use your name is when he's upset, but even then, he'll usually opt for more rude pet names like "Bug" (He rarely means it after he's cooled down, though)

You're usually kept on his person. Usually, he's kind enough to place you in a pocket or satchel if he has one, but sometimes you'll be tied to the inner lining of his robe if not.

One day Luke was feeling particularly... adventurous. As a result, you spent the majority of the day tucked away in his underwear. He absolutely loved it, and it's become an occasional option for him to store you. He always makes sure you're okay with being in there, though.

On a different occasion, you had annoyed him, but he still decided to bring you with him during his daily chores on Tatooine. Unfortunately, he decided to tuck you into his boot. Fortunately, he was still kind enough not to place you below his actual foot, but rather you spent the time hugging his ankle.

He had apologized later and hasn't done it since. Although he has occasionally joked about doing it again. At least you assume he's joking.

When he properly discovers his jedi abilities, he loves to play around with you using the force. Usually levitating you and letting you swim around in the air or floating you in front of his face when the two of you talk.

When it's time for the two of you to sleep, you tend to sleep on his chest or on his pillow. Either way, he's very good at not rolling over in the middle of the night. Although on those hot Tatootine nights where it's too warm to fall asleep on him, he made a small bed for you on his nightstand.

Some nights the two of you would experiment in the bedroom. You shrinking down, and Alistair using you for whatever purposes he needed. Your favorite thing he did, even if it was initially an accident, was when he though he lost you in the sheets. Little did he realize, you were trapped in his underwear, right against his balls.

Alistair also had his own fun with it. It turns out there is something about having your tiny hands rub his feet after he's had a long and stressful day that just washes all the tension awway from him.

You had told him time and time again that, if he wanted a foot rub, it'd be easier and quicker if you were at your normal height. But he always just said that something about you that small made them nicer, so you continued to be small when he asked for one.

Once he got more aware and used to your durability, he'd even place you on his person in different places. His personal favorite was to put you in his boot if he had to sit on the throne. Feeling you massage of feet, or him playing with you using his toes helped stave off boredom.

You two were still careful. Anytime you felt you were in genuine danger, you were able to send a telepathic message to him using a simple spell. Although you two never used it for regular communication since you thought not being able to easily talk to him made it slightly hotter.

You regularly joined him when he was bathing. When he laid naked in the hot water, you were usually shrunken and sitting on his shoulders, or even full size and sitting near him, having a conversation. However, one time you had the idea of shrinking down and him using you as his cloth.

He was hesitant, as he usually is when trying new things, but still agreed. He initially just used you to rub his chest and arms. However when you told him you wanted to be used as a proper cloth, he agreed.

He rubbed you along his sweaty feet, through his armpits, even standing in the tub so he could rub you along his cock and balls. Once the bath was over and he dried the two of you off, he carried you to the bed chambers, had you unshrink, and the two of you had the best sex of your marriage until that point.

He confessed that he wasn't initially into it, but having your tiny body squirming against his dirtiest body parts was insanely hot. In all honesty, you fully agreed.

Alistair had some of his clothing altered after that occasion. Adding a few extra strips of cloth to his armpits and underwear. The castle's tailors thought it was a very strange request, but did as their lord told them. Little did they know, it was so he could tie you into his clothing wherever he wants. If he wanted to have you tucked into his armpit, he could. Or if he wanted you under his balls, that's where you spent the day.

You and Anders were practicing a spell he had come up with. While it didn't require the involvement of two mages, he had rambled about how two mages would increase the potency, or the stability, or something along those lines. In all honesty, you weren't going to turn down an opportunity to spend time with Anders regardless of the circumstances.

The spell was meant to heal a wide variety of injuries. Anders had attempted to explain the magical theory behind the spell, but your lack of formal background in magic resulted in very little of the information being processed. The two of you now stood in his clinic in Darktown. The distant sound of kids playing echoed off the stone walls alongside the sound of drunken carousing. In the moment, however, all background noises faded away and all your attention was focused on Anders.

"You remember the steps I told you, Hawke?" He asked.

"Yes, Anders. After about twelve times of being told the same information, it sort of gets ingrained in one's head." You snarkily responded.

Anders simply rolled his eyes at you, but the grin on his face betrayed him. The two of you stood on opposite ends of a table, and raised your staves. The table had a dummy on it, tears in its fabric littered the body. "On the count of three," Anders said.

"One," You both placed the ends of your staves on the ground. A blue fog surrounded them as you both poured arcane energy through the staves.

"Two," Your staves now crossed the dummy. You both pointed the ends at one another as the fog spread out to cover the dummy's form.

"Three!" The fog was now building into a haze throughout the room. As soon as Anders yelled the last number, there was a large white flash and a wave of heat encompassed your body. Almost as though the haze had been ignited.

Once the light had heat had faded, you stood in a pitch black cavern. You were on your back, and the ground beneath you was surprisingly soft. Suddenly, you head an almost omnipresent and thundering voice chuckle before saying "We did it Hawke! Hawke?"

You were familiar with that voice. It was Anders! You called out to him, hoping you'd get a response, but your calls were cut short by the ground rumbling. It wasn't enough to knock you off your feet, but it was enough to send a panic through you. Once the quakes had stopped, the walls of the cavern began to move and shift, until a beam of light poured in.

Far above the opening in the cavern was Anders, his now giant form eclipsing much of your vision. "Hawke? Is that you?" He asked in that same thundering voice. His hand reached out and grasped you, not even giving you a chance to fight back. An immense force washed over you as he raised you up to his face before opening his palm. It was now that you got a good look at the cavern you were in. What felt like a massive cave was simply your clothes, now without someone wearing them. This also caused a looming realization to form as you looked down and saw your own body, naked as the day you were born.

"What happened? Are you alright?" Anders asked. You covered your ears, his voice felt so much louder at this distance.

"Anders! I don't know! One moment I was casting your spell and the next I'm like this!" You yell, gesturing at yourself to add emphasis.

"Well, Luckily I-" He responded before noticing you covering your ears again. "Sorry," He whispered, "Luckily I think the side effects are temporary."

You were able to take your hands from your ears once he started whispering. It was still louder than you were used to, but it was more manageable. "What if they aren't? What if I'm stuck like this?" You ask.

A mischievous smile crosses his face. "Well, lucky for you, I'm not one of those big bad giants in fairy tails. I have the decency to atleast give you a nice cage."

"C'mon Anders, this is serious!"

"Ironic coming from you. But if you aren't back to normal by morning, I'll start researching a way to end the effect on you. I promise."

After hearing him say that, and the honesty you could sense in his voice, you began to feel calmer. Afterall, you couldn't think of a better person to be like this around. Except maybe Carver, he was usually pretty careful.

"In the meantime," Anders whispered, "Let's get you back to the estate. Less chance of a stray rat deciding to make a toy out of you."

"Hey!" You protested, "I'm not that small!"

"You're right darling," Anders agreed, "It'd have to be a cat. Or a particularly small dog. Now just be quiet. We'll get you back to the estate, and try to find something to cover you up with."

Anders closed his hand, encasing you in his fingers. Your enjoyment of the warmth and pressure was soon interrupted by the same all-encompassing force. However, this time when Ander's hand opened, you weren't met with his handsome face or anything similar. Instead, you were met with various rolls of parchment, a spell book, and a small jar containing some healing poultice. You were in the satchel he always kept at his hip. Looking up, you could see his hand retract, and as the flap of the satchel closed, you were left in darkness.

"Now just be careful, darling. We'll be there in no time." Anders said.

Once he was finished with his sentence, he began to move. The satchel gently rocking back and forth with each step he took. Luckily, the satchel's contents stayed relatively still, with nothing threatening to cut or crush you.

--

You had to give Anders some credit. The journey was surprisingly comfortable and quick. It felt like he couldn't have been walking for more than 10 minutes. Additionally, the rocking motion reminded you more of being on a ship than it did being stuck in a mage's bag. You heard the front door of the estate open and close, and the sound of the stairs creak as Anders walked up them. Unfortuantely, the universe decided it had to throw another wrench into the workings. The creak of old hinges could be heard before a voice asked "Anders? What are you doing back so late? And where is Hawke?"

Your mom always had the ears of a bat, so you weren't very surprised she woke up. Luckily, Anders was quick with a response. "Oh, I had some late business at the clinic, and Hawke said he wanted to take a short walk around Hightown to get some fresh air."

"That boy, I swear he'll be the death of me. Well, thank you for letting me know." Your mom responded, a slight yawn audible in her voice.

"Not a problem Ms. Amell. You can go back to sleep, I'll make sure Hawke get's back tonight."

"You're such a responsible young man. How you ended up with someone like my son will forever elude me, but thank you for looking out for him." She said before retiring to her room.

Once in your and Anders' room, he placed the satchel gently on the bed. Your world turned upside down for a moment as Anders laid it on it's side, allowing gravity to open the top flap and for you to walk out. Anders let out a yawn of his own, "Well, I suppose we should fall asleep and see what awaits for us in the morning, hmm?" He asked.

You simply nodded your head in agreement. Anders walked over to the wardrobe in the corner of the room before disrobing. Once he was done hanging his clothes, he was left with little more than underwear, his sleek yet muscled body on full display. He walked back over to the bed and placed his hand on the mattress. You climbed on top as Anders moved the satchel ontop of the chest you kept at the end of the bed.

With you still in his hand, Anders laid down and covered his nether regions with the blanket before placing you on his chest. "You know, if I didn't know better I'd almost wonder if you shrunk yourself on purpose." He said with that same mischievous grin on his face.

"I would never!" You protested, your tiny foot stomping down on one of his pecs.

"I don't know... Something tells me you like being this small around me..." He says, glancing down at your crotch for the briefest moments.

In the heat of the moment, you failed to notice your rapidly growing erection. "Don't worry, my little Hawke. I won't tell a soul about this. And who knows, maybe we'll find a way to shrink you again once this is over." Anders yawned before laying his head back on the pillow.

You grumbled for a bit, before finally muttering "I'd like that..." But as you got ready to lay down on Ander's chest, you looked towards the foot of the bed and noticed, laying just beneath the surface of the blanket, a very distinctive bulge in the fabric. A smile crossed your face "I see I'm not the only one who likes to see me this tiny."

Anders simply closed his eyes before placing his hand over you, forming a blanket over you. Once you were settled, he whispered "I never said I didn't enjoy it."

--

It was raining in central Boston. The distant booms of thunder reverberated against what few buildings remained standing after the great war, echoing like great dying beasts. Neon lights shone in the dark of the night as they proudly declared “Goodneighbor”. Goodneighbor was far from the nicest place to live. Most people there were more likely to lie, cheat, or steal than they were to strike up a conversation with you.

MacCready was returning from his most recent job. His client had wanted a little extra muscle when it came to clearing a super mutant camp just outside the city. Normally he wouldn’t even consider a job if it meant coming within a mile of those big green brutes, but money was tight and he had to take what jobs he could get. Which is how he found himself returning to Goodneighbor at nearly one in the morning during a torrential rainstorm. Upon entering the small settlement, MacCready was met with the normal sight. KLE-0’s shop was still open, despite the lack of any shoppers. The lamps and lanterns that hung from buildings or stood atop the small cobblestone wall gave off little illumination through the rain. However, during a flash of lightning, MacCready was able to catch the briefest glimpses of something at the base of the cobblestone wall. It almost seemed like a doll, or an insect that was spared the effects the bombs had on other fauna. Under normal circumstances, he’d probably ignore it, or assume it to just be garbage. But for whatever reason, he felt drawn in to investigate further, as though some voice deep in his subconscious was yelling at him to pay attention.

—---

You don’t remember what happened. One moment you were walking through the dilapidated streets of Boston. You had ducked into an alleyway after hearing a deep voice call out and ask “A noise?” As soon as the voice registered, you knew it was super mutants. After you were certain they had passed, you emerged from cover, continuing on your expedition towards Diamond City, but more cautious. Not wanting to get caught up with those green bastards. But, you had only walked the length of a block before your vision went… blue?

Your surroundings faded away and it felt like raw electricity was coursing through your skin. When your surroundings return, you’re taken aback by what you see. It’s raining hard, when just a few minutes ago it was nothing but clear skies. There is the faintest hint of moonlight peaking through the thick cloud cover, despite it being midday before. But, most shockingly, everything seems massive. The tall buildings that flanked you had been replaced with what looks like a large cobblestone wall, stretching upwards what seems like a hundred feet at least. A quick peak around that massive structure also revealed giants. During your confusion, you hadn’t noticed the tremors sent through the earth until the pair of boots causing them were too close. You quickly turned to see the face of a man inspecting you. Under normal circumstances, you doubt you would’ve minded the attention of a handsome man like this. However, these were far from normal circumstances.

The man was looking at you with confusion. He was looking as though he didn’t believe what was in front of his eyes. You could hardly blame him as you felt the same way. “You’re… you’re a person…” He finally said. You weren’t sure how to respond. Luckily, you didn’t need to as he continued to ask, “Do you need help?”

You weren’t sure how he could help you, in all honesty. This whole situation was impossible, right? But still, you didn’t want to take chances on making it out of this alone, and he did seem genuine in his question. You nodded your head, “Yes.”

The man reached out to grab you. There was an instinctual movement to back up and raise your arms, as though that would stop him. But he seemed to register your hesitation and stopped before saying “I’ll be careful, I promise I won’t hurt you.”

You lowered your defensive posture and allowed yourself to be grabbed. It felt strange. There was an all encompassing pressure and warmth, but not enough to be uncomfortable. In fact, it felt oddly nice. You were brought up through the air until you were roughly chest level with the man once he stood. He opened his palm and allowed you to stand, but you stayed holding tight to his thumb in order to not lose balance. His other hand gently cupped you, stopping the rain from hitting you. “We should probably get you out of the rain, huh?” He asked, flashing a gentle smile. “I have a room in the hotel on the other side of town. You alright riding in my pocket until then?”

You gave a weak and uncertain nod. The man’s fingers gently grasped you again and brought you to his chest. He opened the outer layer of his duster, and gently dropped you into a pocket. You dropped unceremoniously to the bottom, laying along the bottom seam. Once he closed his duster again, you were met with a similar warmth and pressure as when he grasped you. Although, this time there was something else. A distincting musk the man seemed to emanate. You took the journey as an opportunity to get more comfortable and consider what has happened. While moving, you found a small breath mint. Or was it a mentat? It was hard to tell in the dark. Regardless of what it was, you clutched it to your chest like a child holding a stuffed animal.

Nothing that has happened made sense. One moment you’re in downtown Boston, next thing you know you’re shrunken and being carried by a strange man. Were you even shrunken, or did everything else just grow? No, that doesn’t make sense, you convince yourself, as though anything was making sense right now. Hopefully you’d find a way to undo whatever had happened to you. Although a small part of you was already beginning to accept your possible fate of being this small forever.

You were dislodged from your thoughts by a conversation going on outside the pocket. A woman’s voice called out “MacCready! Where the hell have you been?”

MacCready, huh? That must be your new protector’s name.

Sure enough, the man whose pocket you were in responded with “Had a client who wanted to deal with some super mutants on the other side of town. Those green uglies never knew what was coming to them,” He punctuated that sentence with a slight chuckle. “My room still open?”

“Of course, we couldn’t just turn our back on our second best customer. And unlike the ghoul upstairs, you atleast come back with some interesting stories.”

The two had said their goodbyes to each other as MacCready walked up the stairs to the upper levels. After three or four flights, MacCready finally arrived in his room. He reached into his pocket to grab you, which you allowed, before placing you gently on a nightstand and turning on a lamp behind you. You watched as he took off his boots and duster, hanging the latter on a coat hanger by the door. He sat on his bed with his hands on his lap. He was staring at you in thought before finally saying, “So, who are you?”

“My name is (Y/N), I’m a scavenger. Or atleast was.”

Surprisingly, he seemed to hear you. “How did this happen?” He asked.

“I honestly have no idea. One moment I was in downtown Boston, the next I was here.” You answered, your voice beginning to crack as tears welled in your eyes and your situation becoming more real as you said those words. MacCready seemed to register your discomfort.

“Well, I’m Robert Joseph MacCready. But you can just call me MacCready if you want. I have… alot more questions, but it’s getting late. Let’s try to get some sleep and we’ll figure something out tomorrow, alright?”

You nod your head in response, wiping the tears from your eyes. MacCready stands up and begins to get ready to go to bed. He takes off his shirt, revealing a thin beater-style tanktop beneath, before taking off his pants. As he stood there in just his undershirt, boxers, and socks, you felt your face get warm. You tried to avert your gaze before you heard a soft chuckle coming from him. “Don’t worry little guy, I won’t judge.”

MacCready walked to the other side of the room, on the floor was a backpack. Most of its contents were already spilled out on the floor. MacCready dug around the bottom before pulling out what looked like a small ball of cloth. He returned to sit on the side of the bed near the nightstand, before unballing the cloth. In his hands was a pair of socks. “I normally save these for winter, but I figured they might make a comfortable enough spot for you to sleep.” He said.

He laid out the socks next to you, they were a strange teal color, but you had to admit that they looked soft. “Don’t worry little guy, I washed them after I wore them last.” He said with a chuckle, as though he thought he was the funniest guy around.