#tiny reader

The book was the problem.

Not the story. Never the story. The words were perfect—exactly the kind you could get lost in for hours if the world would just cooperate for once. But the pages… the pages were enormous. Each one felt like a wall you had to climb just to read a paragraph, the text stretching endlessly in every direction.

You tried anyway.

Bracing your hands against the paper, you leaned forward, squinting as your eyes traced line after line. The ink was crisp, the sentences flowing, but it took forever just to get through a few. Every time you shifted, the page rustled under you like something alive, threatening to push you back.

It was slow. Frustratingly slow.

Your shoulders slumped a little as you paused, catching your breath, staring up at the next block of text like it had personally offended you.

A shadow fell over you.

“You’re struggling.”

You didn’t need to look up to know it was Nanami. His voice was as even as ever—calm, matter-of-fact—like he was pointing out the time of day rather than your very obvious predicament.

“I’m fine,” you said, a bit stubbornly, leaning forward again as if that would prove your point. Your fingers pressed harder against the page, trying to inch yourself closer to the next line.

A pause. You could feel his eyes on you, assessing, calculating.

“You are not,” he replied bluntly.

You huffed, pushing at the edge of the page again. It barely shifted, the thick paper refusing to cooperate. “I can manage,” you insisted, even as your foot slipped slightly against the smooth surface.

Another pause—longer this time.

“…May I?”

That got your attention.

You glanced up at him, brows knitting together in confusion. “May you what?”

Nanami adjusted his glasses slightly, his gaze steady but not unkind. “Pick you up.”

Oh.

The answer came easier than you expected. “Oh—yeah. Yeah, that’s fine.”

He gave a single, small nod, as if confirming a straightforward request, then reached down.

His hands were steady and precise, movements controlled in a way that made it obvious he was being careful on purpose. When his fingers closed around you, the touch was gentle—firm enough to support you, but never tight. He lifted you as if you weighed nothing at all, bringing you up without a single jolt.

For a brief moment, the world shifted—desk, book, everything falling away beneath you—before settling again as he guided you upward.

“I will place you on my shoulder,” he said, voice low and even. “Tell me if you are uncomfortable.”

“Okay,” you murmured, instinctively steadying yourself against his hand.

He adjusted his grip slightly, then set you down on his shoulder with careful precision. The fabric of his suit was smooth beneath your hands, warm from his body heat. You instinctively leaned in just a little, finding your balance as the new height gave you a completely different view. However, you remained stiff so as to not disturb him.

The book no longer looked like an impossible wall.

It actually looked… readable.

Nanami shifted slightly, making sure you were secure. One hand hovered nearby for a second longer than necessary, just in case, before he seemed satisfied.

“Are you stable?” His voice was calm, steady, the same measured tone he used for everything, but there was a slight undertone—just enough to suggest that he genuinely cared about your comfort, not just out of politeness.

“Yeah,” you said, a small bit of relief slipping into your voice, a soft exhale that carried some of the tension you hadn’t even realized you were holding. “This is… way better.” The words felt almost silly in their simplicity, but you didn’t care. There was comfort here, in this quiet moment, in the fact that someone else noticed and cared about the smallest details of your position, your ease.

“Good. I will read,” he said. The authority in his voice didn’t feel intimidating—it felt careful, intentional. “Follow along if you wish.” His words were an offer, no expectation beyond whatever made you feel settled.

He picked up the book with one hand, his fingers long and precise, curling around the spine with effortless familiarity. He held it at a comfortable angle, tilting it slightly so the light caught the pages just right, while his other hand subtly adjusted the positioning so you could see clearly, your line of sight unobstructed. The movement was small, almost imperceptible, but there was a thoughtfulness behind it that made your chest feel lighter, warmer, like a quiet acknowledgment that your presence mattered in ways he didn’t need to announce.

Then he began to read. His voice wasn’t dramatic. He didn’t try to act out the characters or exaggerate anything. It was steady, low, and clear, like he was presenting information in a meeting. And somehow… it worked perfectly. Every word landed exactly where it should. The rhythm was easy to follow. No rushing, no dragging. You didn’t have to strain anymore.

Minutes passed.

Maybe ten.

At some point, you stopped sitting so stiffly. You didn’t consciously decide to, didn’t even notice it happening at first, but slowly your muscles loosened, your shoulders dropped, and the tension that had wrapped itself around your spine uncurled. You leaned slightly to one side, then a little more, letting gravity guide you until you were fully settled against the side of his neck. The warmth radiating from him seeped into you—not the kind that makes you fidget or pull away, not harsh or suffocating—but steady, grounding, tangible. A quiet anchor in the world around you.

Nanami didn’t stop reading. His eyes scanned the page with the same calm precision he always carried, his expression carefully neutral, as if the presence of the book mattered more than anything else. And yet, there was a subtle shift. A quiet exhale escaped him, barely more than a soft puff of air through his nose. It wasn’t irritation. It wasn’t impatience. It wasn’t anything you could even label fully—it was something gentler, an almost imperceptible acknowledgment of your proximity, a sound that somehow reassured you even without words.

His shoulder shifted just slightly under you, a near-invisible adjustment, enough to support the lean of your body without drawing attention to it. He didn’t pause or glance down, didn’t make a show of the movement. He just turned the page, the gentle rustle of paper filling the tiny spaces between the beats of your own breathing. “…and so,” he continued evenly, his voice smooth and measured, “the matter was resolved without further incident.”

You realized you weren’t paying much attention to the words anymore. Not really. Instead, you were listening to the cadence of his voice, the steady rise and fall, the way it threaded through the room without filling it completely, like a quiet river winding through open spaces. You could feel its weight in your chest, in a way that made your thoughts slow, your pulse calm. Safe. That word floated unbidden into your mind, simple and undeniable. Safe.

Nanami didn’t comment on the weight of your body against him. Didn’t remind you to sit properly or shift yourself. He didn’t acknowledge the small intimacy in any overt way. He simply kept reading.

And yet… if you paid attention, really closely, you could sense it. The way his posture stayed just a little more careful than before, how his movements were just a touch more deliberate, as if every small motion had been measured so as not to disturb you. You would never hear him admit it aloud. He didn’t mention it. And somehow, that made it even more reassuring.

A/N : This fic was requested by @kittycat2837! (I hope you meant a small reader and not the other way around—LOL. I just assumed you wanted big Nanami because it wasn’t specified.) I’m so sorry for my long absence and for how long it took me to actually make/publish this, I have been so insanely busy. Anywho, I really hope you enjoyed reading this fic!

Typically your nights never consisted of much. You'd get back to Hotel Z, feed yourself and your pokémon, and then collapse in your room. Tonight however, was different. Your day had been nothing short of mildly terrible— you'd been halfway across town when it started pouring rain. You didn't have an umbrella and you hardly had enough money to buy one. You stumbled back into the hotel soaking wet and miserable.

One glance at you and AZ had been beside himself with worry. The second you stepped into Hotel Z he had abandoned his sweeping to fuss over you quietly, helping you peel off your soaked jacket and taking your bag. You were so overwhelmed that you didn't protest. He spoke quietly, careful to not overwhelm you further. He emptied all of your important things out of your bag and hung your jacket up to dry, before sending you upstairs to wash up while he fed your pokémon for you.

The next half an hour felt blurry. It wasn't anything more than showering and putting on fresh clothing, but it all felt like too much. Too much walking, too many noises, too many tasks. The elevator ride back downstairs seemed to take forever, when honestly it was only a few seconds. AZ was waiting at the check in counter, and you could tell he was trying to appear as normal as possible. If it had been anybody else acting like this, you likely would've been annoyed, but… this was comforting.

You barely managed to finish the sandwich he'd fixed you. Food felt unnecessary with how dissasociated you were, but you'd eaten anyways to reassure AZ.

"How are you feeling now?" He asked quietly, taking the plate from your hand and setting it down into the sink. You hesitated, your thoughts too hazy to form a response. You shrugged half-heartedly, rubbing the sleep that began to spot your vision. He reached forward but stopped as his hand hovered over your shoulder. "Would you prefer to go back to your room, or…?" He leaned against the counter, his question lingering in the air.

You thought as hard as you could for a moment. What other option did you have? As if he could sense your confusion, AZ leaned forward lightly, finally letting his hand rest on your shoulder. "If you wanted, I could read to you a bit. See if that'll help calm your mind."

You relaxed instantly at the suggestion. God yes, that would make everything so much better. You nodded and yawned, and for a second AZ's expression was unreadable. The elevator ride was quiet and the walk to his room was even quieter, but his presence was so relaxing that the silence didn't unnerve you.

You'd never actually been in AZ's room before, but it was more bare than you had expected. His furniture was large, all clearly custom made for him. A bed, a dresser with a mirror fixed to the top, a nice bookshelf, a little hanging basket bed for Floette near the window and a nice chair and table in the corner— also near the window. Floette, who had until now been trailing behind the both of you, toddler over to her basket bed as AZ settled himself in his chair. You stared at the both of them, managing a half smile. The scene was endearing.

AZ reached for his book and a pair of reading glasses, which he took care with unfolding and sliding onto his face. He turned his attention from his book to you, and gestured smally for you to join him. You shut the door behind you and walked a little closer, standing in front of him awkwardly. He yawned for a moment, covering his mouth with a hand, before nodding. "Do you think, perhaps you'd be a bit more comfortable if you were smaller?" He hummed, trying not to dance around his suggestion. Your eyes widened slightly. Right! You'd forgotten you could do that.

You laughed quietly to yourself, nodding and walking a bit closer to lean against his arm. He kept his arm steady as you began to shrink yourself smaller and smaller. You had only done this in front of him twice before— once when you had told him about your ability, and another time during a panic attack. Both times he had been perfectly lovely, and more gentle than you would expect from someone so large. His expression remained carefully neutral as you got smaller and smaller, his other hand leaving his book so he could support you and help you climb up into his hand when you were small enough to fit.

His palm was rough underneath you, but the sheer warmth it radiated was enough to make it feel like a space heater. Sleep was just begging to hit you like a ton of bricks. Or perhaps a train. Or a particularly large pokémon.

He kept his movement slow as he raised you up to his chest. "Do you have a preference as to where you rest, little one?" He murmured, his voice surrounding you like a gentle blanket. You barely managed to keep yourself sat up, your eyes half closed as you shook your head. He hummed in acknowledgement and gently deposited you on his shoulder, half hidden by a bit of his hair and snug against the crook. You yawned and readjusted yourself for just a moment, before gazing exhaustedly down at the book in his lap.

Your glass prison was maddening.

The cushions beneath you were soft enough, but you yearned for your real, actual bed. You were given food, water, all the sustenance required, but none of it you could enjoy. The box was minimalist, clinical, and yet it felt like a gilded cage. Always with the same view. 

His room. The room of the giant who had captured you. 

No amount of screaming or pounding against the walls had drawn anything more than an amused glance from Aizen, who had since settled into his chair with his ever-present calm composure, sipping tea as if your capture were no more significant than securing a rare artifact.

He didn’t care. He didn’t empathize or sympathize. 

He liked it. Seeing your hopelessness. 

You paced back and forth, your tiny fists clenched, your mind racing with possibilities. There had to be a way out—there had to. You couldn’t accept this as your fate. You wouldn’t. But every time you turned to assess the glass walls, the towering figure beyond loomed in your periphery. Aizen’s gaze never strayed far, his sharp hazel eyes tracking your every move.

Even when he wasn’t present (which was a rarity) you were scared to try your luck. Any time you had, it never ended well for you. The bruises and bite marks were indicative. While he may not have gone as far as trying to kill you, clearly preferring to keep you alive, he had still done enough to start whittling away at your will. 

“It’s futile, you know,” his voice cut through the silence, and your thoughts, like a blade, smooth and composed. He leaned back in his chair, setting down his tea with a soft clink. “You’re wasting energy flitting about like that. Save your strength.”

You froze mid-step, glaring up at him. A little anger flared, despite your nerves.

“You can’t keep me here forever. Someone will come for me. They’ll find you, and when they do—”

“They’ll what?” he interrupted, a faint smirk playing on his lips. “Do you think anyone would dare challenge me here? You came because you believed yourself strong enough to defeat me. And yet…” He gestured lightly toward the glass box. “This is where that belief has brought you.”

His words stung more than you cared to admit. You wanted to believe you were tougher than this, but you had to be honest.

You’d never been more scared in your life. 

Still, you refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing you falter. If you just stayed determined enough, maybe you’d be able to find a way to get the hell out of here.

Maybe.

…

Later…

Aizen spent much of his time in this clinical looking excuse for a bedroom, seeming to have put most of his sinister plans on hold, or in the hands of other enemies, so he could dedicate his time to you.

It was a kind of torture. At your new size, it was all too easy for him to pick you up, push you around, squeeze you in his fist just to hear you squeak. You began to realize he had a twisted sort of love for you which had only become prevalent now. His fingertips would linger and caress on your skin in such tender patterns sometimes. He’d get this strange, blurry look in his eyes…

He wanted you. In ways you never would have expected. 

And how long he had, you didn’t know. 

Things could only get worse from here, that was something you were certain of. If this kept up, you were literally going to break. Somehow, in some way, you needed to find a way out of here.

Your opportunity came after Aizen had fed you at the usual time. At exactly midnight, much as he did at midday, he opened the box and lowered a meager portion of food inside, diced to a size you could kind of swallow. Of course, you didn’t make the mistake of trying to climb his hand to get out. Your abdomen still ached from the time you’d tried before, and he’d flicked you like a bug.

Such a simple, easy motion for him. An absolute gut punch for you. Literally.

So, no funny games. But…he had been a little neglectful this time around. You noticed the faintest gap between the glass lid and its frame after he set it back in place, and walked out of the room. 

Your heart leapt. It wasn’t much, but it was something. 

As it was midnight now, the gigantic menace had to rest. Surprisingly human, for such a monster, to lay down and rest his head against the pillow below him with such a peaceful expression. 

Now’s the best chance I’ll get.

Quietly, you made your way over to the cushion corner closest to the gap. Taking a deep breath, you crouched down low, built momentum, and jumped up with all the strength you could muster. It took a few tries, a lot of effort, but you managed to reach and hook your fingers around the hard edge of the box. 

Grunting, the soles of your bare feet slipping and sliding as they tried to find grip against the glass, you managed to haul yourself up and squeezed your body through the gap under the lid.

Finally, you slipped through. Jumping down, you landed on the desk with a delicate thud.

Freedom.

Now, you just had to get the hell out of dodge before he found you.

If he did…

If he did…

A horrible chill struck through your petite little body, and you wrapped your arms around yourself, shuddering with fearful thoughts. You didn’t want to think about it. 

The vast desk stretched out like a white wasteland, but you were focused on the edge, on freedom, on escape. Running over, you sought some way down that wouldn’t leave you dead on the floor as a crumpled mess, but his room was minimalist enough there was nothing stray you could cling or jump onto.

And, it was too late anyway. 

You could feel his presence before you heard him—like a storm cloud gathering behind you. You didn’t even have to look.

“Going somewhere?”

His voice, smooth and low, cut through the stillness like a blade. You froze in an instant, every hair on your body standing on end. Slowly, with a dread that made your stomach churn, you turned to see him.

Aizen was awake, standing right over you, his figure dipped in shadow. His hazel eyes glowed faintly in the dim light, boring into you with a mix of amusement and something darker. The dark cast chiseled shadows on his bare, muscled chest.

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” he asked, his smile stretching into something sharp, something cruel. His tone was cruel yet calm, almost bored, and you trembled. You stumbled back instinctively, panic clawing at your chest. 

Think of an excuse! Think of an excuse!

“I-I wasn’t—”

“You weren’t what?” he interrupted, his voice dropping an octave. “Weren’t trying to run? Weren’t defying me? Lying doesn’t suit you, little one.”

Just run!

You bolted abruptly, running for the edge, desperate for something, anything, even willing to take a leap of total faith if that was what it took—but you’d barely made it two steps before his hand descended. 

His fingers curled around you, the force of his grip knocking the air from your lungs and throwing you backwards. You thrashed and kicked, your tiny fists pounding against his skin, but it was like hitting solid stone.

“Pathetic,” he murmured, lifting you to his face. His smile had vanished, replaced by an expression of cold fury. Any amusement was gone. He was plainly pissed.

“Do you know how insulting this is? I could have killed you long ago. A horrible death. Yet I spared you. And this is how you repay me?”

His grip tightened, the pressure making your ribs creak. You gasped, struggling for breath, your vision blurring as panic set in. “P-please,” you choked out, your voice barely a whisper. “I-I’m sorry—”

“Sorry?” His laugh was sharp, bitter, like the crack of a whip. His thumb jammed up sharply against your gullet, choking you, forcing your head back like he might snap it off entirely.

“No, you’re not sorry. Not yet.”

Without warning, he slammed you down onto the desk, the impact sending pain shooting through your body. You screamed, but there was no time to recover. His hand pinned you in place, his fingers pressing down just enough to make you wheeze. 

“You need to understand something,” he said, his voice calm and deliberate, but his eyes burning. “You belong to me. You are mine. And I do not tolerate disobedience.”

He lifted you again, your body hanging limp and aching, holding you by the waist, his grip tighter this time, his thumb pressing against your chest now, invasively, in a way that made it even harder to breathe. 

“And yet you insist on it,” he said softly, his tone almost mocking. “Disobeying me. Trying to leave me. Do you want me to punish you?”

He tightened his grip again, the pressure making your vision go white. You clawed at his fingers, your body writhing in desperation, but he didn’t let up this time. Tears streamed down your face as you gasped for air, the world tilting dangerously around you.

He’s going to crush me! He’s going to…kill me!

“Is this what you wanted?” he asked, his voice soft but cold. “To see how far I’ll go? To test the limits of my patience?”

You couldn’t speak, couldn’t beg. Your body struggled feebly, your breaths shallow and ragged. He watched you intently, his expression unreadable, before his grip loosened just enough for you to suck in a desperate gulp of air.

“You’re lucky,” he said, his voice low and menacing. “I could end this right now. One squeeze, and it would all be over. But that would be too easy…wouldn’t it…”

His dangerous gaze flickered aside suddenly, to the edge of the desk. It was easy for you to see then, the cogs in his mind turning maliciously, and dread took hold.

“Aizen–”

Swiftly, he swung you over the drop, dangling you in the open air, only his pinching thumb and forefinger keeping you from a deadly plummet. Your heart stopped, your body going rigid as you stared down at the distant ground. 

“A fall from here would kill you,” he said, his tone almost conversational. “Shall we see how far you can fly?”

“NO!” you screamed, your voice raw with terror. “P-please, don’t—!”

His smile returned, sharp and wicked. “Then remember this feeling,” he said softly, pulling you back to safety. “Remember what it means to defy me.”

Lifting you before his handsome, huge face, you saw his lips curl into a relaxed, smug smile again, his gaze hooded and raking slowly over your little form, his breath heated when he spoke.

“It would be a shame, if I lost my precious little pet so soon.”

You swallowed thickly, flushing, looking away. The tip of his finger guided your head back to look at him again.

“I still have so many things I want to do to you…”

‘Do to you’.

Not with you. To you.

You felt sick. You didn’t even want to imagine it. 

“You’ll never try that again,” he said, his voice soft but malice-filled. “Because next time, I won’t be so merciful.”

His fingertip moved from your jaw to your heated cheek, gently dabbing away the tears that now wouldn’t stop falling. You sniffed and sobbed, giving up. 

Aizen, content with that, returned you to your prison, making sure the top was secured this time by placing a heavy book atop it. As he turned away to return to bed, you collapsed onto the cushions as well, your body trembling uncontrollably. Your chest heaved with ragged wails, which you tried to muffle behind your quivering hands so he wouldn’t be angered again. Your mind raced with fear and despair. 

He had been right about one thing. You’d remember this. You’d remember it every time you thought about running, every time you dreamed of freedom.

Because now you knew: he wouldn’t just stop you. He would break you.

Diluc turned around to check on you, but when he didn’t see you; panic rose in his chest.

Your head was spinning, everything felt wrong, and you felt like you were about to throw up. Why did Diluc sound so loud? Why did it feel like you were suddenly in a dark forest? What-?

The ground shook like it was about to open up and pull you to the abyss. You rolled onto your back and managed to open your eyes, pushing through the pain. Once you did, though, your eyes shot open wide with pure shock.

“Where are you?!” Diluc called, shaking you to your core as you flinched from the volume. He was huge! Or you were so incredibly tiny…regardless, Diluc loomed overhead. You realized you needed to get his attention now before he ran off without you…or worse. You scrambled to your feet, fighting off the rush of dizziness, pulling a deep breath of air into your lungs, and hollering.

“Diluc!! Down here! Look down!”

You watched as the massive man froze where he stood before jumping back, sending another thud through the earth that shook you to your core. You looked up at the red eyes that now looked down at you with intense worry and focus. Your heart raced, and you felt like a tiny prey animal being cornered by something much larger than yourself. In your heart, you knew you weren't in danger; your body, however, didn’t agree.

You didn’t have any more time to think about what the appropriate reaction was to suddenly being doll-sized when Diluc reached down toward you, filling your view with the bright red palm of his glove coming toward you. You froze as he wrapped his hand around your torso. Your arms, calves, and ankles were the only things remaining outside of his gentle but firm grip. The ascent was too fast. Diluc pulling you up from the ground back to his full height made you whimper and hold onto his thumb, your eyes squeezed tightly shut as your stomach dropped. When the movement stopped, you didn’t let go of Diluc’s thumb, too terrified to open your eyes and see how high up you were.

“Are you alright?” Diluc’s voice was worried and still filled with adrenaline. “Hey... talk to me.” 

You nodded, willing yourself to open your eyes, but only looking up at your partner. Archons…your entire view was him, whether you wanted it or not. His usually intense eyes were somehow even more intense like this, and you let out a shaky breath.

“Something is…very wrong but,” you held onto his thumb tighter. “I’m not injured I’m fine.”

You jumped as you felt another gigantic digit gently rub against your face, Diluc doing his best to comfort you, his brows knit in concern.

“This is obviously some sort of abyss curse…but why this?” He shook his head. “We can worry about that later, I want to get you somewhere safe.”

You nodded, dazed and still not quite sure whether you were awake or not. You felt the world shift around you again as Diluc opened up his breast pocket beneath his coat and gently and carefully lowered you in. You settled into the bottom, taking up most of the space. You reached up to pull the lip of the pocket down to peek out to see the fraction of the world visible from where the pocket peeked out of his coat.

“Will my pocket be alright?” He asked, pulling the coat to the side to get a look at you, stopping and then shaking his head at the absurdity of the question.

You nodded again.

“Good.”

With that, the coat was placed over you, sheltering you from the outside world, and you felt as Diluc sighed, the fabric around you tightening as his muscular chest expanded with the breath. You snickered at that a bit. You knew his clothes were form-fitting, but experiencing it like this was something else entirely.

Before you knew it, your world was swaying with Diluc’s footsteps as he set off at a brisk pace back to the winery, you assumed. You closed your eyes.

“Is this real?”

You couldn’t believe an abyss curse could do this. Your mind began to race until a steady, familiar sound started to distract your racing thoughts. Diluc’s heartbeat, strong and steady and comforting as always. You snuggled in closer and pressed your ear to his chest, listening to the sound and letting it ground you until they got back home to the winery.

= = =

Back at the winery, you had truly come to terms with the fact that you weren't hallucinating or dreaming; you were really doll-sized. You heard and felt Diluc speak to those at the winery, taking care of business and answering questions here and there, giving you time to sit with your thoughts. Which, in all honesty, was a terrible thing. You worried about everything you needed to get done and your responsibilities. If you could even use a vision at this scale, was this curse permanent? All these thoughts rattled around in your head with no answers in sight.

So much so that you jumped hard when Diluc reached into the pocket to get your attention when you hadn’t answered him calling for your attention.

“Did I wake you?” Diluc questioned, opening his coat and peering down at you in his pocket.

“No…no you didn’t, I was deep in thought.”

You wiggled around in the pocket, righting yourself to stand up. Diluc offered his hand to help you lift out. Bracing yourself against his hand, you felt him lift and close his hand securely around you before sitting you down on his desk. You looked around at the once familiar surroundings that were now so eerily alien.  You sighed, turning back to Diluc, who was leaning back in his chair, gazing down at you in contemplation.

“You look to be at as big a loss as I do right now,” you tried to laugh.

“Frustratingly so…” Diluc grumbled running his hand through his hair. “All this time I’ve never heard or seen something like this.”

You sighed and crossed your arms. “With the way that one was behaving and muttering to itself I’d wager this was some kind of experiment for it…”

You felt the rumble of the desk beneath you, looking back to see Diluc grabbing ink and paper.

“I’ll look into it see if there’s any other precedent for this,” Diluc sighed and continued to write. “It may be slow though…I’m sorry I don’t have a faster solution.”

You nodded and sat down on the desk, pulling your knee to your chest and resting your chin on it, the feelings of uselessness creeping in on the edges of your mind.

“Maybe Albedo or Mona have an idea of how to fix this…”

Diluc hummed in agreement the scratching of his quill on the paper the only sound keeping them company.

You listened as Diluc finished writing his notes and set things aside to dry. The sound of him adjusting in his chair had you looking up at him again. He was closer this time, leaning forward on the desk, his hand reaching out for you again. You braced against the instinctive adrenaline that made your heart race. But relaxed when his knuckle and the soft, worn leather of his glove began to rub the side of your head soothingly.

“What can I do for you?” Diluc mumbled quietly. Swapping out of work mode from Master Diluc to just your Diluc.

You let out a shuddering sigh, wrapping your arms around his fingers.

“I don’t know…all I want is to take a warm bath, go to bed, and wake up in your arms tomorrow morning to find this was all a bad dream.”

Diluc hummed a soft noise of sympathy.

V has a very unpredictable and unstable personality, getting close to her would take time because of the drastic personality, and size, difference.

During the first meeting, she's extremely intimidating. She loves seeing the fear she inflicts on people, even if she doesn’t kill as much anymore. Seeing a tiny girl that's shy would make you a target for that immediately, though I’d say she’d realize pretty quickly that she enjoys the company almost more than the fear.

V would be shockingly receptive to boundaries in a case like this. If she was caring about someone so much more vulnerable and weary than her, she’d make a point to be more gentle with her more fatal appendages, like her tail. Still, she would definitely be the type to tease a significant amount.

Her nicknames for you would be things like ‘Babe’ when she wants to seem nonchalant. If she’s flustered she’d call you ‘idiot’ or ‘tiny’ in a non-malicious way. If she was trying to flirt she’d still use ‘idiot’, but alone she may use ‘angel’, though very reluctantly at first.

She knows being tiny is weak in a literal sense, so she’s overprotective almost as soon as you befriend her. She’d eventually find you more easy to talk to because of how you aren't judgmental and are easily kept close to her. 

V opens up to you about things like her secretly needing glasses to see things far away. After that, when she wants to really see you in detail (without the blurriness) she’d rest her chin right in front of you on a table to commit your smaller frame to memory.

V’s flirting style mainly consists of threats. She’d grin to purposefully flash her fangs, or sneak up on you to scoop you up with her clawed hands, but she’s careful and precise about it. She just wants to see your reaction, especially if she knows it makes you flustered.

The drone was reprogrammed for killing, it would be a steep learning curve for her to have a girlfriend that needs her to be less murdery. It would be a bit rough, but V could compromise with some small warnings from her shoulder, or a small weight in her hand to keep it occupied.

She absolutely gets cuteness aggression to the extreme around you. If you do anything clumsy, or get too nervous to speak up to others, V would subtly have to bite her tongue, or scratch the wall, just because she’s still figuring out how healthy feelings work.

You were sitting there on the couch, you had needed a self care day today as many things have been stressing you out as of recently, and so here you are, with your favorite drinks, snacks, and a weighted blanket to help keep you comfortable, you had seen your favorite streaming service Puzzlevision has uploaded a new episode, you had always loved that streaming service.

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It had a lot of good content, in fact, you were probably the number one fan as not many others watched it for whatever reason and even those who did, didn’t give it high regard, you would also always give the episodes five star ratings.

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It was like a comfort series for you, but either way, you sat there for most of the night, binging some of the previous episodes while eating your snacks, it was cozy and comfortable, and you could feel yourself beginning to relax as you focused on the TV, you could feel your stress melting away already, watching the silly antics going on, you smiled and giggled occasionally.

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You really needed this, this self care day …er, well night was exactly what you needed, as you watched a few episodes, at episode three, you could’ve sworn you seen something on the screen flicker.

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But at first you ignored it, thinking maybe it was just a weird glitch in the program, about halfway into that episode, you could’ve sworn you saw a glimpse of someone standing in the background that you KNEW hadn’t been there before as you’ve watched these episodes already, you shuddered a little, maybe your television was just messing up, or maybe some programming malfunction, it was so brief and so fast whenever it happened and then for the next few episodes, it was normal, you relaxed a bit more now, figuring it was just some glitches.

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You tried not to worry too much about it and continued watching the episodes until you were finally on the new one, excited, you sit up a bit more, still keeping yourself wrapped up in the weighted blanket, you cut the volume up and became fully focused, like you usually had when a new episode dropped.

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And well, it was pretty long, about thirty minutes or more, this episode involved a circus of sorts with all sorts of interesting colorful characters, they were going on wacky wild adventures which entertained you pretty well.

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You finished some of your snacks and the drink you had and for now you sat there and watched, thoroughly enjoying this episode, technically it had been out for a few days now as you hadn’t had time to sit down until you pretty much forced yourself, the episode was pretty sad with the end though, with one character disappearing into nothingness, which broke your heart a little, but even then, you enjoyed this episode a lot!

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You had looked at the ratings of it and frowned, it had even lower ratings than the last one from what the overall public says, it had 3.2 which made you sigh, you didn’t understand why others didn’t like this but oh well, it didn’t matter, what mattered was you liked it.

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You rated it five stars, and as you did, after you rated it and backed out of the website, it came right back up, you tried to close it, it did it again, you raised a brow, what was… Going on with the technology tonight?! You sighed in frustration as at some point your phone shut itself off and you sat it down on the table, and that’s when you noticed, the lights around your house were flickering and when you looked back at your television, you jumped slightly…

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Okay, you DEFINITELY saw a face for a split second there, you saw that one message you’ve seen when they were doing maintenance on the network, it said ‘PUZZLEVISION, PLEASE STAND BY’ and had the logo in the middle, you blinked in confusion but shrugged, maybe there was some kind of power surge going on, and then you yelped and jumped as some of the lights seemed to blow in the house.

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And you were nearly left in pitch black darkness except for the light of the television screen, you hear it beginning to static, the static growing progressively louder with each passing moment, and then those color bars appeared along with a beep that honestly made your ears ring.

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You were completely confused and beginning to grow frightened, this wasn’t… Normal… This wasn’t just a glitch… And then your suspicions were confirmed, as suddenly a face popped up on the television screen, a colorbar shaped into a smile, white eyes, two funky shaped eyebrows, and well you screamed in horror which made the face change into one of shock before you heard a voice speak...

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“Ah…! There you are! I’ve been waiting for you to log back on to Puzzlevision’s streaming service! C’mere” And then before you knew it, you heard a squelching sound and then saw a huge hand reaching for you from the TV.

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You naturally panicked and freaked out, immediately dropping the weighted blanket and trying to run, you had managed to get to the front door and you had gotten it open before you screamed as you were grabbed by the massive hand, it was a gentle grasp but you were completely engulfed and then before you knew it, you felt yourself being pulled back and into the television.

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You screamed and struggled, trying to fight off whatever the hell has grabbed a hold of you, you heard something that sounded like someone snapping their fingers and then you heard your front door close and lock.

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And then suddenly, you heard a bubbling sound and then… It was completely silent, you were encased in the giant hand, it was completely dark, and you were breathing heavily, and panicking, trying to squirm free, and then you heard a bunch of television static, and then suddenly, you felt the hand uncurling from you but gripping around your waist to ensure you didn’t go anywhere.

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You gasped and immediately looked around frantically, you saw some sort of weird television themed dimension, it was weird, and hard to focus fully on, but you could see TV sets floating around this strange space looking dimension.

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You could see the television was gray, had some dials and buttons, clearly an old model of television, he wore a black bowler hat, and had two antennas atop it, one shaped like a lightning bolt, he was also dressed very fancy in mostly gray, black, and white.

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Your mouth fell agape in shock, your panic somewhat dying down as you realized just who you were staring at, as it finally struck you…

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And well, the TV humanoid’s screen changed to show a more smug face “Ah, you recognize my handsome face now, my dear little star?” You were shocked as your struggles died down to some degree even though you were still nervous “...Y-You… You’re… M-M-M-M…” And then the TV headed humanoid’s face flickered to some annoyance by you being too shocked to speak clearly before his screen showed that smug look again.

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“Yes, yes, that’s right… The common denominator…! The most handsomest, and amazing host of ALL your favorite shows… MR. PUZZLES!” His face flickered to a grin that honestly looked a little unsettling.

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You were completely surprised by this, not only were you meeting the man behind Puzzlevision itself but also the man responsible for creating your favorite television shows and movies, you were meeting an… Idol essentially, but the thing that was the most shocking was just how huge this dude was, he was LITERALLY a giant, in fact he had to be 90 to a 100ft tall, he was holding you a gloved palm like you were weightless.

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It was… Scary… He brought you closer to the screen “My my, absolutely flabbergasted by my presence are we? I know, I know~ I’m quite wonderful, but, aside from that…! I want you to relax, I am not here to harm you or anything vile like that!”

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“No no, in fact, YOU my dear… You are the one who's been rating my shows with a PERFECT five stars, have you not?” And before you could speak, he chuckled, his face flickering to a happy smile “Of course you are! Well, I’m here to personally thank you! I do… Apologize for frightening you so, I er…” And then his face shifted to an annoyed and potentially embarrassed look.

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“...I’ll be honest, I do sometimes forget just how horrifying it could be to see a giant hand emerging from your television screen and then… Snatching you up, my intentions really were NOT to frighten you! In fact, I have a proposal of sorts for you in mind!”

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And then you were about to ask but once again, Mr. Puzzles spoke, he seemed to have realized something “Oh, where are my manners though, I’ve told you my name, which you obviously knew, but I’m afraid I don’t know your name, so what is it my little star?” You took a moment, squinting your eyes as you expected to be interrupted but Mr. Puzzles gestures for you to go on, his face going back to that smug look and so you spoke, still a bit shaky from the whole ordeal as you rested on Mr. Puzzles’ palm.

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“M-My name is… (Y/N)” And this made him snicker a bit “Ah, I see, this is a reader insert fanfiction where you can enter your own name…” You blinked a few times “. . .What?” And then he shook his head, his face going back to a smile.

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“Oh never you mind that, my little star! Just talking to myself… Anyways! It’s truly a pleasure to meet you, (Y/N), you’re QUITE a big fan of my show, and I must say I am honored by that…” And then Mr. Puzzles snapped his fingers and the television sets around all changed to the website, to show your ratings specifically, showing all those five stars you’ve given.

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“You’ve given me five stars on every episode so far, and even though the overall audience would… Disagree” His face flickered to show annoyance before flickering back “Your opinions of my show have NOT gone unnoticed!”

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Mr. Puzzles then leans in closer to get a better look at your tiny form, he seems to be pondering something, he seems to get a good idea but he doesn’t say much, waiting for you to speak now.

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You take a moment to recompose yourself, you take some deep breaths and then finally you speak “I- Um… Well, I’m… Glad I could at least help, with my ratings but… …What does that… Have to do with anything? Why did you take me? And also, you… H-How are you so gigantic?”

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Mr. Puzzles pauses for a moment before chuckling “Well now, aren’t we full of questions, naturally so, either way, I’ll answer the simple one first, how I’m so gigantic, it’s simple really, I can grow my body or shrink it to whatever size I please” . . . That… Really didn’t make sense to you but then you looked around at the weird dimension you were in and looked at the being responsible for your favorite shows.

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…Eh, maybe some things didn’t need to be questioned too much… And then Mr. Puzzles’ screen flickered, showing that wide colorbar grin that unsettled you a little, he leaned even closer, his huge screen nearly touching you, the light from it was… Bright and warm, it was… Somewhat comforting “You wanna know why I chose you…? It’s very simple, my little star… Seeing how you're such a big fan of mine and how many times you’ve watched all those episodes”

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And just like that, the television sets around you flickered to show you, to show you on your couch or in other areas watching those shows and okay that was… Creepy.

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“I figured I would make you a little proposition… So, (Y/N)... How would you like to star… In your very own show?!” Mr. Puzzles spoke excitedly, he saw your surprise, and waited for a response, you thought about it, but were a bit unsure “...I-I don’t know… I-” And then Mr. Puzzles cut you off, a smug look on his face “Think about it…! You could be a star, aligned to my vision of course, we could create something PERFECT here!”

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And then you took a few moments to think about it further, and well… It’s not like you had anything better to do, you just hoped it wouldn’t stress you out too much, on the positive side, you’d get to be working with the creator of Puzzlevision himself “...Y’know what …Sure…”

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Mr. Puzzles’ had a grin on his face, but it wasn’t that unsettling one, he seemed completely delighted “Fantastic! Then… A Tiny Star is Born!” And then he chuckled, muttering something under his breath “…Also funnily enough the title to this story…” Before you could question it, he held you carefully in his gloved hands and spun around happily with you.

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“My dear, you and I will create something wonderful together! Come, come, let’s get started!” You smiled a little, while he could be a bit… Eccentric and honestly a little unsettling looking at times, Mr. Puzzles seemed genuinely nice enough.

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And then you heard him snap his fingers and suddenly, the setting around you changed, it looked like a dressing room of sorts, Mr. Puzzles finally sets you down in the chair, giving your head a little pat with his finger “Now darling~! It’s time to tell you what you’re going to be doing” And then he snapped his fingers again and suddenly, a script appeared in your lap.

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“This is going to be a tale of action… Adventure! Comedy! …Maybe some tragedy… And who knows, maybe even… Romance~!” And he winked when he said that which made you blush a little before you opened the script and began to read it.

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Judging from what the script says, it’s about you getting imprisoned in a cage of sorts by an evil giant, and you have to escape from there, and then your adventure will unfold once free.

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Mr. Puzzles then smiled, clasping his hands together as he looked down at your tiny form, he bent down “Just read over your script and rehearse for as long as you need to, mkay? After all, you can’t just rush perfection~ And when you’re done, some of my assistants will help you with your costume! Good luck, my little star!” And then with a snap of his fingers, Mr. Puzzles disappeared...

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Leaving you alone to catch your breath and take a bit to fully process what was happening, you had essentially been kidnapped by not only a giant TV headed humanoid, but also the man who just happens to be the one behind Puzzlevision itself and he had just essentially hired you as an actor.

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And yet here you were, sitting in the chair, looking at yourself in the mirror, which, you noticed while the room was giant sized, a lot of the objects were perfectly sized for you, everything seemed to have been customized to fit your size, you weren’t complaining though, at least Mr. Puzzles was considerate enough …Either way, you looked down at the script and sighed, smiling a little, this couldn’t be all bad, after all.

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You had met your idol and you were going to be working with him! This gave you determination, excitement, and so you began to read through the entire script, reading the idea, fixating on it much like you did with those shows, you would also rehearse your lines over and over again until they were memorized.

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During this time because well, nobody could just memorize all that in a day, Mr. Puzzles would pop in and check up on your progress and offer you some supporting words, and also obviously giving you something to eat and drink as well as even offering you breaks from time to time, during these breaks, you two would actually get to know more about each other, Mr. Puzzles would let you sit in his palm, you’d talk about yourself.

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And he’d talk about himself …A LOT, although, you noticed despite his egotistical nature that he seemed to genuinely listen to you, in fact, you noticed with any other crew, he’d listen to you more so instead of constantly interrupting and talking over.

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What seemed to stun everyone the most is the fact that Mr. Puzzles listened to YOUR ideas and actually liked them or implemented them into the show they were planning, because according to the crew, he NEVER listened to anyone aside from himself, he’d barely even listen to his own audience, you took notice that you got… Some special privileges, and then finally, after a while of rehearsing, some tweaking of the script, costume design, and all that.

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It was time… Mr. Puzzles appeared, hands clasped together and a smug look on his face “Alright, my dear little star! It’s time for your big debut! It’s time for you to shine!” You smiled and nodded, all dressed up as the man picked you up, holding you gently in his gloved palms, his face flickered back to a smile.

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You knew how badly Mr. Puzzles wanted to hit a full five star rating on his show, and you knew he could be… VERY much a perfectionist but he seemed to lighten up with you around “Yeah, maybe you’ll get the five stars this time, I uh, I’ll definitely do my best to help you, Mr. Puzzles” And the TV headed humanoid paused momentarily before smiling with his head tilted to the side.

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He pats your head affectionately “D’aww… Aren’t you sweet? You’ll do fantastic! After all, a face like yours was made for television, if I do say so myself~” And you blushed a bit at that and then… It was time…

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Mr. Puzzles heard a crew announce that and then he sets you down gently, he ushers you along with some big fingers “Now go on my dear! You can do this, you’ll look fantastic!” Mr. Puzzles praises which gives you some confidence and you nod, and then you were heading out there, it was… A bit nerve wracking, you were worried deep down of failing, disappointing or worse, upsetting Mr. Puzzles as well.

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You had seen how the man could be, sure his anger nor disappointment had NEVER been directed at you so far but seeing that one face… Those realistic eyes and lips, it was… Horrifying to say the least.

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You just tried to do your best, once the cameras were rolling, you played your part, an innocent tiny human who had been captured by a giant, taken to a castle, and shoved into a cage, well, you supposed he was handsome to you as Mr. Puzzles tended to star in his own shows a lot, you acted out your part, the other gigantic being acting out theirs, you had no idea where they even came from but you didn’t question it.

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Then came the scene of the giant about to grab you from your cage before, they had fallen over as if knocked out, and well, sure enough, here comes Mr. Puzzles, playing the hero, a hand extends to you, which you had been told to act fearful of at first to the script.

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…It was… Hard to truly be fearful when you trusted him as much as you did, and then Mr. Puzzles spoke, his voice dramatic …Well, more dramatic than usual “No no, my dear…! Don’t be frightened, I am here to save you from this monstrous creature…! Climb onto my hand, and I shall free you from your gruesome fate…!” You acted hesitantly like you had rehearsed, acting hesitantly as you walked over to the massive palm splayed out in front of you.

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And then you slowly climbed onto it and you were lifted up to see the face …Well, the screen of your savior, you saw the smug smile on his screen and well, you genuinely blushed, you couldn’t help it, and you had even seen some blush on his screen as well, it wasn’t… A part of the script but it added to the scene.

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And then, Mr. Puzzles was about to take you away from there before the giant began to wake up, and then a battle ensued, Mr. Puzzles had set you down, standing in front of you protectively, it took you every fiber of your being not to roll your eyes at how dramatic he was when speaking “Don’t worry my dear! I’ll keep you safe! You have nothing to fear!” Mr. Puzzles and the giant fought.

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A clash of titans if you would… You of course went and hid behind one of the containers on the shelf as that’s what was scripted, the fight lasted for about twenty minutes or so before Mr. Puzzles came out on top, he stood over the fallen giant victoriously.

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And then Mr. Puzzles walked back over to you, breathing heavily for the effect, he then extended a huge palm down to the table “Come now, my dear, let me get you out of here” And then you stepped out, and began walking toward the palm, looking up at him, you climbed onto it and then he began to walk out of the castle, walking and taking one last look back on the fallen giant, after walking out, that ended the scene.

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And another version of him sitting in a chair yelled “CUT!” You honestly didn’t know how he could do what he did, but then again, magic was already a pretty nonsensical thing, you had stopped questioning things upon first meeting him to be honest.

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That copy had disappeared in dramatic fashion after that and the real Mr. Puzzles holding you currently held you up and began to swing you around carefully and gently “My dear little star! You have such talent! I just KNEW I picked the perfect actor for my shows!” You smiled, your face slightly reddened at those words, you had hoped this would help Mr. Puzzles get to five stars as you knew how badly he had wanted it.

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In fact, during the time you two had spent together, he had confided in you just how badly he wanted to hit that five star rating, he had even mentioned something that if he hit those five stars then nothing would ever be the same again.

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You really hoped you could help him achieve this dream of his and then Mr. Puzzles set you down, his screen flickering to that happy grin of his, it was the less unsettling one, you noticed how his eyes seemed to move about during it, it was a cute expression …Although you definitely had your favorite expression of his, you wouldn’t say that out loud though, and then he set you down on the ground “Alrighty! Why don’t you go and take a breather, (Y/N)? After all, I’m sure you’re exhausted after that wonderful performance!"

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You nodded, he was right, you were exhausted after all that, especially from all the nervousness you felt deep down, you headed off to your own little room that Mr. Puzzles had designed specifically for you.

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You did wonder if he planned to keep you here forever or something, after all, you did have a home to go back to, you maybe needed to talk to him about that… …For now, you sat in your room that was perfectly customized to your size, you sighed and took some deep breaths, you decided to grab yourself something to snack on and drink and then you sat down on the couch, you needed some stress relief, so you decided to read a book.

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After all, usually after shows were filmed, Mr. Puzzles would be gone for a bit, you assumed he was keeping up with the ratings and well making sure everything was in order, he seemed to be on top of everything that goes on here, he seemed to be in control of everything here judging from the looks of it.

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You read your book for a bit before moving onto playing some video games, you did that for a little bit, and then finally, you listened to some music, all of these activities easing your stress, although, there was a lingering fear deep down in the back of your head, worrying that you hadn’t done a good job, that Mr. Puzzles would be angry with you if he didn’t hit those five stars...

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Even if he had never shown any signs of anger to you, you definitely had a lot more special privileges compared to the other crew members and actors, in fact, you were the one Mr. Puzzles hung out with a lot, he rarely ever hung out with the others, if he did, it was mostly for appearance’ sake.

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He could be egotistical a LOT, he was a perfectionist, he had a lot of… Questionable traits in all fairness but as you sat there listening to music, you kept thinking of the TV headed humanoid, you had been here already for… Well, a long time, Mr. Puzzles had said you had been here for about a week when you asked, which on one hand you REALLY needed to get back to your home because you just know you had some cleaning to do amongst other things.

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But on the other you didn’t… Necessarily want to leave here either, the reason is because even during the week you had spent here, you had saw Mr. Puzzles less as an idol, but more so… As a crush, you were developing feelings for him.

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You thought back to just a few moments ago, when the two of you had blushed at one another, you thought about that damn face, that damn smug look he oh so loved to wear all the time… Even now, when you were alone, just thinking about it made your face blush, you groaned as you plopped down on the couch, laying down and placing your hands over your face.

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You were falling in love with the TV headed humanoid and you felt silly for it, after all, hell, you doubted he felt anything like THAT toward you, sure, he liked you and gave you special privileges and… . . . Wait… Did he also have feelings for you? You shot up from the couch, thinking about that now.

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And the more you thought about that the more you began to realize that maybe he did have a thing for you, you wouldn’t assume obviously, but it would make plausible sense, before you could question it further though, suddenly, you had been teleported out of your room and grabbed up by a giant gloved hand like usual, you yelped and panicked just a little bit from the suddenness of it and before you could even try to speak or protest...

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Mr. Puzzles was spinning around with you again, and okay, this time it was making you pretty dizzy, the TV headed humanoid wasted no time in telling you what the deal was “My dear little star! Look!” He pointed at his own television screen, and it flickered.

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This time, not showing a face but he showed the episode that had just dropped with you in it, and your eyes widened, you looked shocked, the episode had a full five stars, everyone, even some of those executives that had criticized the show so harshly were stunned with their reviews of it, they had even given it a five stars, the overall opinion of the public was that this show was very good, and this meant you had helped him.

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You had helped Mr. Puzzles achieve his dream, and that made you ecstatic, now you understood why he was spinning you around “H-Hah…! We did it!” You were happy, finally, the streaming service and the shows you had such a passion and love for, now people seemed to understand.

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Mr. Puzzles’ faces flickered between each one except the scary and annoyed expression, he seemed like he was going to overload with happiness unless he calmed down, he tried to calm down and recompose himself, his face going back to a regular smile “Yes! I finally got my five stars, and it’s thanks to you, my dear! I just knew I made the right decision by taking you with me, with you by my side, we’ll be unstoppable! The whole WORLD will tune into Puzzlevision to watch our shows!”

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It was not often, if at all that Mr. Puzzles would give anyone else aside from himself the spotlight, the credit, but he seemed to be ecstatic by the thought of sharing the fame if it meant sharing it with you.

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You were happy, and you hadn’t realized there were some tears forming in your eyes, because well, knowing you had helped him succeed, that took a lotta nervousness off that you had been feeling, Mr. Puzzles quickly noticed this, and his face flickered to an expression you hadn’t seen before, a face of genuine concern and worry “(Y/N)? My favorite little actor… What’s wrong? Have I been holding you too tightly? Did the swaying scare you?”

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You were quick to shake your head “N-No, I just… I’m just… Really glad I helped you, I-I uh, I won’t lie to you, Mr. Puzzles… I-I was… Kinda nervous, anxious about…” And you paused, unsure whether you should admit this.

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But, Mr. Puzzles looked like he wanted to know what you were about to say, in fact, he wasn’t interrupting you, and well, you couldn’t lie to him or hide that forever, so you sighed and decided to open up just a bit “...I-I just, I was worried… That i-if I didn’t, um, get you to five stars, that you’d… Get angry with me” And Mr. Puzzles gasps, his face flickering to one of surprise but he understood why you’d think that, and then he brought you closer to his screen.

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A warm smile on his face as he held you in his giant gloved palm “Oh my dear little star… My sincerest, I… Know I must have put a LOT of stress on you during those times, and while, true, I do get angry with some of my staff…”

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Mr. Puzzles begins to gently stroke your head with his other hand, using a finger since he didn’t want to accidentally squish your tiny form “I would never take my anger out on you…! You… …Well, as cliché as it may sound, you are… Special to me, not just my favorite actor obviously, I…” And then he paused, seemingly trying to find the words, his screen flickered, and well, he awkwardly stuttered which is rare for someone as confident as him.

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And his screen had pink where his cheeks would be “...W-Well I… Erm, I… I value… You…” His words sound a bit robotic before a flicker of annoyance crosses his face and he sighs before finally speaking properly “I… I really do value your company, you make this space feel… LESS lonely”

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You looked up at Mr. Puzzles, processing his words, you felt his finger reach up to wipe your tears gently away and that made you smile and blush slightly yourself, you reached out to hold his finger, your hand could just barely fit around the gloved appendage because of your small stature, while you did need to address the fact that you also needed to go home …At least every once in a while.

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You could do that later, as it seems Mr. Puzzles had an idea, as he pulled his free hand back “Here, I know just the way to make it up to you” And with a snap of his fingers, the space around you two changed, into a much cozier setting.

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It was your home but, big enough to accommodate Mr. Puzzles’ huge height, a place where you felt at your most comfortable and safe, he snapped his fingers again and a weighted blanket formed around you, wrapping securely around you, some of your comfort foods and drinks appeared if you wanted, Mr. Puzzles then holds you close to his chest, and well.

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You can hear a heartbeat, it makes you wonder about Mr. Puzzles anatomy, just how did the man work exactly…? He was a TV headed humanoid, did he have a real heart or was he just imitating a heartbeat to give you comfort? Either way, it was a very nice gesture.

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Mr. Puzzles looked down at you with a warm smile and a blush on his face “Let’s just enjoy some quiet time together my dear little star” You nodded at that, feeling utterly relieved to have the pressure taken off and to just be able to relax, you sat there in the palm of the TV headed humanoid’s hand, he gently stroked your hair in an affectionate manner.

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You hadn’t had much time to think about it since you had been working for the last week or so with Mr. Puzzles but, now you were paying attention to just how tiny you were in the palm of his hands, you fit perfectly in them, you felt… Comfortable and safe, despite how unhinged the man could be.

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You have seen some of his more… Unhinged moments play out as the week had unfolded obviously, and well, he could definitely be intense but he never seemed like that to you…

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You watched as Mr. Puzzles looked down at you, even the way he looked at you compared to others was different, he had a soft, gentle expression on his face, he did give you that smug look sometimes but that just made your heart swoon whenever he did, and you had a feeling he knew that because he loved to pull that face on you more often.

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In fact, his screen flickered to that face as if he had read your mind, he didn’t speak but he was smugly staring down at you, he adored attention and oh boy, did he love your attention on him like this.

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You felt the warmth of Mr. Puzzles screen bearing down on you, it wasn’t overwhelming or super hot, just a pleasant warmth that made you feel comforted, you knew your parents had once told you not to sit too close to the TV many times but, well, considering how things are now, you wouldn’t mind sitting close to THIS television, it’s something you could get used to.

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You snuggled a bit closer in the giant TV headed humanoid’s palm and you saw his screen flicker for a split second, he seemed surprised that you were so comfortable, so trusting around him but then he had a genuine smile and a pink blush on his screen.

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You two didn’t speak, but you didn’t have to, the looks on your faces, the atmosphere of the room spoke for itself, Mr. Puzzles gently reached his free hand down, stroking your cheek with a huge finger, you allowed this to happen, even nuzzling slightly into the touch, it felt… Nice, you felt completely safe and trusting in these giant hands.

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You reached out to gently pat his finger, as a silent thank you, pausing slightly when you looked at your own hand just compared to one of his fingers alone, you were pretty fascinated by the size difference, even though Mr. Puzzles had said he could shrink or grow whenever he felt like it.

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You had questioned to yourself at some point why he stayed this height, in fact at some point during the week you had asked why he stayed that height and he gave you a strange answer, yet another weird thing of mentioning a story of sorts, he had said something along the lines of ‘Oh, that’s because this story wouldn’t exactly be an x Tiny!Reader if I wasn’t giant’ . . . You REALLY needed to ask him to explain what he meant by all that because it had just confused you completely.

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But for now, you were beginning to grow sleepy, you yawned and Mr. Puzzles seemed to catch on to it, and well his screen flickered for a moment before going back to his smile, and then, soft, relaxing music began to play.

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You smiled, appreciative of that as you lay down on the palm of his hands, he continued to stroke your head gently, keeping you held securely to his chest, the steady rhythm of a heartbeat that you didn’t know was real or synthetic but either way, the steady rhythm helped further relax you, you snuggled into both his palm and the weighted blanket, you began to close your eyes, you felt the warm glow and light of his screen on you.

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You could tell he was looking at you, and well, Mr. Puzzles wouldn’t deny, to him, you looked absolutely adorable like this, he was… Awkward with admitting any feelings he may have, hell, he had been awkward trying to tell you that you mattered to him in general.

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You then spoke finally, your soft sleepy voice echoing out “...Goodnight, Mr. Puzzles…” And then Mr. Puzzles chuckled softly, patting your head “...Goodnight, my dear little star… Sleep well…” And then you finally fell asleep, safe and sound in the palm of his hands.

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