We’ll Be Just Fine
Shrunken!Techno and Kid!Tommmy
Warning: tw food (mentioned), fear of abandonment (is that a tw? Sorry am new to tagging lol)
“Wait!” Technoblade gasped as he shot up, hands immediately going to feel for the pain in his chest only to touch healthy, whole skin. A peak under his shirt showed not even a scar of whatever had caused the intense ache. Techno hesitantly looked up, brain not yet understanding what was happening.
“What happened?” He questioned, not feeling well. He could assume he wasn’t in a hospital if the dusty wooden floor under him was any indication. Brushing the long strands of pink hair from his face, Techno quickly tied it up in a high ponytail, he honestly hadn’t realised it had gotten so long. Oh well, it’s not as like you can just stroll into the hairdressers when you had a wanted poster of your face everywhere.
Finally looking around, Techno felt his heart stop. This wasn’t right. With a gulp he craned his neck to stare up at the chair. That… That is a very big chair…
Techno didn’t understand what was happening, he didn’t remember what had happened, and he didn’t understand why that chair was so goddamn big. He shuffled to a stand, staring numbly at the room. Why was he small? How was this possible?
His shock turned into suspicion as Techno squinted his eyes. He recognised this room, despite it being ten times bigger than usual and shrouded in darkness, he recognised it as Tommy’s old rom.
He really hoped this didn’t mean what he thought it meant.
Techno really didn’t want to deal with a younger Tommy, it would be too much effort. Though, he supposed he couldn’t just leave, considering he was barely 4 inches tall and had nowhere to go. He would probably be snatched by an owl the moment he stepped foot outside.
“This is stupid,” he scoffed.
With a weary sigh, Techno turned towards the bed where he could just see a lump hidden under bed sheets. It was now or never, he supposed. The trek to the bed had left him gasping for breath, hunched over his knees before he determinedly stood up again, grasping the edge of the blanket and beginning to pull himself up.
Finally making it to the top, Techno barely managed to remain standing on the uneven surface, deciding it would be better to just crawl forward instead. Techno forced himself to remain calm as he approached- well, as he approached Tommy.
It felt so weird to be staring a face, no doubtedly Tommy’s, so large and close. Said face was tucked half way under the blankets, a mop of messy, blond hair covering his forehead.
Judging from what he could see of the face and hair, he estimated Tommy to be around 9-11. By this time, he would have already been abandoned. Just a kid all alone in a big house. Afterall, Philza had only found and adopted him some years later. (Despite his favourite phrase, Techno hadn’t actually drop-kicked Tommy in self-defence, yet.)
“Tommy!” Techno yelled, cupping his hands in attempt to be louder, using his nickname to avoid getting confused. There was a groan from above, the sound of shifting sheets following. He froze, perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea after all. Techno stumbled back, the unstable surface of the mattress doing no favours.
He felt the hair on the back of his neck and arms stand on edge, signalling Tommy had seen him. There was nothing but silence for a second before the boy shifted again. “Huh?” Tommy murmured groggily, eyes blearily looking down at him.
“Who’re you?” Tommy mumbled in confusion.
Techno wasn’t surprised that Tommy didn’t recognised him, he had yet to meet him, technically. Before he was given a chance to respond, he was cut off. “Why’re you so small?” Tommy asked.
He froze once again, desperately trying to push the unfamiliar feelings of fear out of his mind. “It’s hard to explain but-”
“I’m too tired for this,” Tommy suddenly muttered, once again cutting Techno off. “Jus’ wanna sleep…”
He watched as Tommy’s eyes slowly closed. “No! Wait!” Techno yelped, stumbling forward. On closer inspection, he could see a bruise blossoming on his cheek, making him freeze.
“I know that you’ve had a long day, believe me, I do! But-” He wasn’t able to finish before a massive hand curled around him, dragging Techno closer to the boy. “Stay,” Tommy practically begged in his sleep, “please stay.”
Techno found himself pressed against the massive chest, heat radiating around him as soft hands kept him from escape. “O-Ok, jeez, I’ll stay,” he said hiding his resentment while reaching out to pat Tommy chest, feeling the squishy layer of baby fat still not shed.
Some time later the sun arose, and so did Tommy.
“Don’t panic…” Techno said hesitantly, the large eyes staring down at him widened impossibly further as he spoke. “I’m… well, I’ve been shrunk and I need help. If that, ah, makes any sense?” He asked, small hands gripping onto the much larger ones wrapped around his torso. He was thankfully dangling over the bed, yet, that didn’t make it any less terrifying.
Techno had never been one for heights, after all.
Tommy stayed quiet, just looking on in awe at the miniature person he had found cradled to his chest. “You’re cute,” he breathed, softly. Techno held back a scowl and instead gave a dry smile, “thank you.”
Tommy’s eyes blinked slowly before he smiled back, shifting his grip on Techno so that he was cupped in his hands. “What’s your name?” He asked.
Techno narrowed his eyes. “Technoblade.”
Tommy tilted his head before fiddling gently with one of Techno’s arms. Said Techno nervously held his breath. As much as he would like to trust Tommy, he was still technically a child. Children didn’t know their own strength half the time. Not to mention, Tommy was not one for caution.
A sudden wave of dread washed over him. All it took was a single lapse in concentration for Tommy to break his arm. Carefully tugging it back to his chest, Techno decided to change the subject.
“How did you, er, sleep?” he asked awkwardly. Tommy just shrugged.
“Why don’t we go and get breakfast?” Techno tried again, not wanting to be ogled anymore. Tommy glanced down to his belly right as it growled before miserably looking away and mumbling something incoherent.
“What was that?” Techno asked, leaning forward to try to hear what he said.
“I… ate everything the other day…” Tommy finally admitted.
“Well, I suppose that means we have to go and get some then, huh?” Techno said, trying to sound optimistic. Tommy nodded, looking hesitant. “Come with?” He asked, staring down at Techno who nodded. “Of course, can’t let you be all alone in the big bad world, can I?” He smirked.
Tommy giggled before clumsily standing up, making Techno clutch onto his thumb in fear of being dropped.
He didn’t have to fear for long as Tommy set him on top of the dresser before quickly changing out of his pajamas. Waiting for him to slip on his shoes, Techno took a moment to observe the room, narrowing his eyes in the process. He hated how it looked exactly the same as he remembered.
“M’ready,” was all the warning Techno got before he was grabbed, chubby fingers pinning his arms to his sides. “W-Wait, Tommy!” He groaned in pain, noticing the boy hesitate before loosening his grip, allowing Techno to pull his arms out before pulling his hair out so it wasn’t being pulled on.
“Hm?” Tommy hummed in question as Techno forced his heart to calm down. “You can’t just grab me, Tommy,” he said seriously, reprimanding him, “you could hurt me.”
The boy merely stared at him for a while before nodding slowly. “Okay,” he said in agreeance.
Techno wavered for a second before glancing down at what Tommy was wearing. He quickly said, “wait, you can’t let me be seen in public… Why don’t you put on a hoodie or a shirt with a pocket?”
Tommy blinked owlishly at him before shaking his head. “I already have a pocket.”
With that, Techno clenched his teeth as he was shoved into the pants pocket. Oh, Tommy was simply full of ideas as a child, wasn’t he? He sneered sarcastically in his head, shifting to get comfy in the cramped space. How utterly humiliating. He truly didn’t remember himself ever being this ignorant as a child.
The trip to the store was bumpy and uncomfortable, the boy couldn’t keep one pace, constantly changing from jogging to skipping or whatever he was doing out there. Techno was not impressed.
The worst of the ride was over when Techno heard the familiar beep of the automatic doors slide open. Now all they had to do was not get caught.
Noticing the change of movement, Techno stuck his head out to see Tommy on his tip toes, attempting to reach a can on the top isle. He wasn’t even close. Unable to keep watching him struggle like this, Techno quickly said, “here, put me on the closest shelf, I’ll climb up and push it down to you.”
Tommy glanced around to make sure no one else was looking before nodding and depositing Techno onto the ledge. “Don’t try to run,” was all the boy said. Techno kept his dirty look to himself as he strolled behind all the jars, making it to the back.
Using the symmetrical holes in the wall to climb up, he made it to the higher shelves easily. He scanned the products, reading the labels before picking out some canned soup. Peaking his head out check Tommy was ready to catch it, Techno pushed it off, hearing the muffled gasp Tommy made as he caught it. When there was no crash, Techno sighed in relief before pushing a few more over the edge.
The kid then held out his spare hand, making a grabby motion as Techno’s lip curled in disgust, he wasn’t some pet that would bend to this child’s every beck and call. Nevertheless, he approached the edge, taking a deep breath before leaping off. If this kid dropped him, he better respawn.
Techno grunted upon impact, having no chance to react before Tommy once again stuffed him into the pants pocket. With the deed done, Tommy sprinted home, as fast as his little legs could take him. Which wasn’t actually that fast.
Once home, Techno winced as Tommy collapsed in a panting mess. Lazy.
With a little effort, Techno managed to climb out, sliding onto the ground next to the enormous kid. Turning his back to Tommy, he started stretching, wincing as his joints popped. “Don’t ever do that again,” he said in a low voice, not wanting pocket rides like that to become a habit.
When there was no confirmation from behind him, he turned, ready to give the defiant kid a piece of his mind only to find himself yanked back by a grip on his shirt.
“Ack!” he choked, pulling on the collar of his shirt to lessen the pressure. “What the hell are you doing-” Techno cut himself off at the slight tug on his hair, going completely still so as not to his get his hair ripped out.
“Why is it so long?” Tommy asked. The question was innocent enough.
“No particular reason…” Techno said cautiously, still struggling to breath.
Tommy, “I don’t like it.”
Techno’s jaw dropped. “So?? Why should it matter if you like it or not?” He grumbled, “besides, aren’t we going to eat now, anyways?”
Tommy stubbornly shook his head, bottom lip jutting out. “I don’t like it!”
With a pit in his stomach, Techno tried to change the subject, “c’mon… don’t you at least wanna try some of the soup? It looks tasty, yum!”
The chubby fingers finally released his hair, Techno sighed in relief, assuming his words had worked. Instead, he found himself being dragged into the air, the boy stumbling out of his room before rummaging around in the kitchen drawers.
The site of something shiny being removed from the drawer made Techno kick his legs violently. “No! No, no, no!” He yelled. Now faced with the sight of giant scissors, Techno suddenly wished he had drop-kicked the brat when he had the chance.
“Hold still,” Tommy scolded, grip tightening on the trapped man who growled almost ferally, “Tommy, if you don’t put me down, I swear on my life you are going to regret it.”
“Pfft, what are you gonna do? Bite my ankles?” Tommy turned his nose up, scoffing. Pinning the piglin hybrid to the counter he was quick to raise the scissors to Techno’s head.
“Its too girly. I hate girls,” Tommy pouted.
“Don’t. Touch. My. Hair.” Techno gritted out, “or you will live the rest of your life alone.”
That made Tommy freeze. “Alone…?” He mumbled, tears welling up in his eyes. Slowly, the boy released Techno, said man scrambling to his feet and backing away as the kid suddenly burst into tears.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” Techno mumbled, covering his now delicate ears at Tommy’s wailing. Whatever was he going to do with this kid?
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Even if I had an actual girlfriend irl, writing this still will have been the gayest shit I’ve ever done
Fucking brace yourself bc I’ve never written before and I leaned way too hard into the cheesiness
Mae leaned deeper into the crook of Daniella’s neck, hugging the giant strand of hair tightly to her chest as she closed her eyes and felt the pulse under Dani’s jaw against the top of her head. Dani always pulled a little strand out from her ponytail as a precaution; her shoulder wasn’t the most stable place to sit, but Mae wasn’t scared she’d fall. Besides, she would be back on solid ground soon anyway. Daniella just wanted to take a quick trip to the pantry to get snacks.
Mae leaned in even harder into her neck - at this point practically ramming her body into it. Daniella’s hand moved up to her collarbone, and she lightly brushed Mae’s knee with the tip of her finger, sending a tingling feeling flowing into Mae’s body.
“You’re gonna strangle me if you shove yourself into my neck any harder.”
The vibration of her voice shook Mae’s entire form. Even the simple act of speaking had physically impacted her to the extent that she was almost too preoccupied to listen, and she had to take a moment to comprehend what was said.
Mae let out a little snort. “Wimp,” she said, fully acknowledging the irony.
Daniella chuckled, but her voice shifted to a slightly more worried tone. “But seriously, what’s wrong? Are you scared of falling?” She inched her hand up closer to Mae, forming a wall between her and the edge of her shoulder. “You didn’t need to come with me - I said I was only gonna take a sec.”
“Oh, yeah, I’m the scared one.” Mae lightly kicked Daniella’s hand. “Nothing’s wrong. Maybe I just wanted to make sure you weren’t gonna get lame snacks.”
Mae gripped the strand of hair a bit tighter, losing her balance as Daniella raised her arm to open the pantry. She paid more attention to the movements of the shoulder muscles beneath her than whatever Dani ended up pulling out of the middle shelf.
“This isn’t the first time you’ve done this either,” said Daniella. “Are you...” She trailed off before speaking again with audible apprehension. “Are you scared to be alone?”
“Wh- no! You don’t need to read into it,” Mae said, trying to shut down the line of conversation.
Daniella kicked the door to the bedroom closed and shrugged Mae off of her shoulder into her palm. The sudden movement of the ground beneath Mae’s feet made her lose stability, and she stumbled face-first into Dani’s fingers, grabbing them for support. She was about to shift into a more normal sitting position, but the warmth of Dani’s finger against her face was too inviting. She nestled her head against the tip of her digit, tracing the grooves of her fingertip with her hand.
Daniella’s eyebrows furrowed; she’d noticed what Mae was doing. Mae’s grip on the giant’s finger tightened as Daniella walked briskly to the bed in the corner of the room, and her stomach lurched with the sudden drop in altitude as Dani placed her onto the end of the bed before laying down herself, making herself comfortable on her stomach, resting her chin on her crossed arms and facing Mae. The indent she’d made in the mattress made Mae stumble forward slightly until she was close enough that she had to crane her neck up a bit to see Dani’s soft, brown doe eyes. Mae couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit intimidated by the giant’s face towering over her, despite how kind and gentle she knew Daniella to be.
“We talk about our feelings in this house,” said Dani with a half-joking intonation. Mae was close enough to feel Dani’s breath wash over her body when she spoke. “You’re acting... weird. What’s up?”
“I told you, it’s nothing! I’m not acting weird!”
“You’ve been clinging to me like your life depends on it,” said Dani. Her face turned a light shade of red; she was becoming a bit flustered. “It’s not- like, I’m completely fine with it and everything, but, you know... you were a little bit... you were more nervous around me a while ago, and now I’m just worried that the reason you aren’t leaving my side is because you... don’t feel safe on your own? Or am I just overthinking and worrying for no reason?”
Daniella was fully blushing now, and Mae could hear her nervously tapping her foot against the wall far up ahead in the distance.
“I just wanna make sure you’re okay.”
Now it was Mae’s turn to go beet red.
She’d always sucked at this type of stuff. Any kind of interaction where she had to face her emotions head-on - any kind of confrontation, deep discussion, or mushy stuff - made her uncomfortable. Dani’s eyes staring down at her from a meter or two above her certainly wasn’t helping, and Mae had to turn her head away and look down at the bedsheet she was standing on.
“I guess I’ve just been feeling kinda... grateful, lately.”
She was still looking down at her feet, but Daniella’s head cocking to the side grabbed Mae’s attention again as she looked up at the giant’s face. The tilting of her vast head to the side made Mae’s vision swirl, and she had to shake off the dizziness. “Grateful?”
Mae was now staring directly into Dani’s eyes. It was too much. Mae’s chest tightened and her eyes began to sting. “Grateful. Like I’m so lucky, and it’s making something squeeze the air in my chest, and nothing I can do would ever be enough to... like...”
Mae struggled to find the words, finally abandoning them as a lost cause, instead walking forwards over to Daniella’s mouth, raising one of her legs and resting it on Dani’s chin as she hugged her lower lip and kissed her upper lip.
Daniella was still for a moment before moving her hand up to her face, scooping Mae up from behind and lifting her off of the ground as she sat up straight and pressed the small, fragile girl harder into the kiss.
“I’m just really happy,” said Mae after a while. “I love you.”
Daniella’s voice was choked up. “I love you too,” she said. It was barely a whisper, but it wasn’t like Mae had any trouble hearing her.
It was enough.
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