Fanfic: Cuddly!Pak

[silvercheers]

 Hey again, guys. Sorry for spamming you all with so much fic lately. Been writing a lot to avoid worrying over school and grades and things. My mind is all a bit scattered right now, can't really concentrate on stuff. Lots of things to say, but not a lot of people I can talk to.

Anyway, a week or two ago Kappa posted a prompt for cuddly!Pak. I was leaving it for other people, but... wrote it anyway... Sorry. Pak streaming with Mhykol last night/tonight (depending on where you are) gave me an idea for the fill and I ran with it. Apparently my two modes are humor and fluff. I can't write anything else. :D


*_*_*

“Hey Pak, you’re back to work already? I thought you were gonna do something else after I left.”

Almost done, got that one last powered rail hammered in, just gotta wire up the lever. Red to the power supply and black to metal, the fizzing crackle of red power floating just above the iron-gold alloy. Should work now, won’t need Mhykolpower to get from point A to point B. Really nice of him to do that, though. All that UHC’s been good for his muscles.

“Alright there? You haven’t answered.”

There should be like, an award for helpfulness. Oh, whoops, almost short circuited that bit. Don’t wanna do that. Bad mojo there. One final connection and… the track flares to life before his eyes. Great, cool, definitely works.

Oh.

Pak slides himself out from under the track, blinking dust from his eyes. “Mhykol! Hi!”

Tilting his head, Mhykol replies, “uh, hey there.”

“Didn’t you go off somewhere like an hour ago?” Pak asks, sure he remembers something along those lines. Like the lines of his track, right?

“Erm, yeah. But that was… Jesus, that was almost 20 hours ago! And you were working before I came and helped out, too…” Mhykol says, shock etched across his blurry features.

“Well I mean, had t’ get the rails powered, right? Couldn’t go anywhere without your help before. Not that I minded it, but y’ain’t always gonna be able t’ push the cart all the time. Gotta be prepared for everythin’. Don’t wanna be stuck in the Nether without a ride,” Pak says.

Mhykol stares at him with a bemused smile for a few moments before saying, “…You could walk?”

“‘S Guudeland, Mhykol! Everythin’s gotta be done by cart, or what’s the point of an amusement park? Gotta be all rollercoastery ‘n, ‘n stuff everywhere,” Pak says, levering himself upwards. His head spins for a moment, but he stumbles towards the lava with determination. Why’s the world gone all wibbly? His grasping fingers almost miss the handles of the buckets, but they eventually connect and he dunks one under the surface of the molten rock. Mhykol’s wall looks awesome, well, the completed part does, so he’s still gotta do that, and then he needs to put some glass or half-slabs or something-

“You… sure you should be doing that, Pak? You look like you’re gonna fall in,” Apparently Mhykol followed him down here.

“Yeah, yeah, ‘s fine, ‘s cool. I got this,” he says, hauling his first bucket out and dipping in another one.

“I’m really not sure about that. Maybe you should take a nap before you finish the wall. You don’t want to ruin that nice 13 deaths of yours by melting, do you?” Mhykol says, voice increasingly nervous sounding.

“I got this. Look, been doin’ this for hours ‘n haven’t died yet, why would I now?” Pak says dismissively. He heaves up on the second bucket, arms straining when it doesn’t rise easily. Oh, it got caught on the ledge, and his pull dug the rim into the underside. Netherrack is way too soft of a material. Pak pushes down on the bucket and swings it out, just enough to overbalance so he’s falling, falling into the ocean of roiling, spitting lava beneath him

And doesn’t feel the disgusting sensation of skin searing and organs boiling that one normally feels when falling through pools of liquid rock. Instead he’s flopping back onto solid ground, listening to Mhykol let out a relieved sigh.

*_*_*

Mhykol barely notices the singeing of his left arm as he throws Pak away from certain death. Barely catching the edge himself, he spins around, leaping towards the dazed man.

“Ow…” Pak trails off, covered in red, squidgy bits of netherrack from head to toe. He struggles back to his feet, swaying in the too-hot breeze that occasionally scours the Nether. He starts to wander back to the buckets, but Mhykol grabs his arm with a chiding noise. Pak looks at the hand holding him in place with uncomprehending eyes.

“Nuh uh. No more lava today. I think you’ve just demonstrated why we don’t overwork ourselves in the Nether,” Mhykol says.

“But I need to finish the wall, ‘n stop the pigmen from getting on the tracks, and test the rail for load-”

“All of which can be done tomorrow,” Mhykol says, overriding Pak’s objections. “Or, preferably, a few days from now. You,” he gestures at Pak, “are coming with me. Back to my place, in fact, so I can make sure you don’t sneak back here before you get some decent rest.”

Pak stares at him, mystified.

Rolling his eyes, Mhykol does his best to clarify for Pak’s tired mind. “You. Sleep. Not work.”

“Ah. K.” And with that, Pak just kinda… falls over. Luckily Mhykol’s there to grab him this time, too. He hefts one of the limp man’s arms over his shoulder, checking his breathing. Surprisingly, not the regularity of sleep that he expected after that display.

“You are just… astonishing sometimes,” Mhykol says with a sigh.

“‘m jus’ that cool. Did ya know soulsand’s ‘ctually dead gasts?” Pak mumbles into Mhykol’s shirt as Mhykol begins to drag him back to the Nether Hub. “‘n gasts’re ‘ctually soulsand that ab-absorbed a soul? ‘S like a big circle o’ death ‘n more death, ‘r somethin’.”

Mhykol rubs the bridge of his nose with his other hand. It’s gonna be a long walk.

*_*_*

They finally get to Mhykol’s place and god, he’s exhausted. Pak is light, almost worryingly so, Mhykol wonders how often the man forgets to eat, but he’s a deadweight right now.

An exceedingly rambly deadweight, to boot.

“-th’nk the UV kills ‘em, maybe the gamma, don’t really know-”

“Pak,” Mhykol interrupts Pak’s current topic. He swears the man hasn’t stopped to breathe since sometime in the Guudeland tunnel. “We’re at my place now. This means you’re going to sleep, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, sure. C’n do,” Pak slurs, words sliding together and truncating in odd places.

Mhykol’s sure he’s got a spare bed around here somewhere. It’s kind of hard to rummage through his chests with Pak hanging off his shoulder, though. He walks them over to Mhykol’s bed to set Pak down, but Pak doesn’t let go. “You gotta let go so I can find you a bed, man. It’s hard to prop a chest open and look through it with one hand.”

Murmuring nonsensical things into Mhykol’s shoulder, Pak does not let go. He just clings tighter.

Okay, okay, fine. Mhykol can work with this. He goes back to the chests and, instead of holding the top open, sets the lid on Pak’s head. Free to shuffle through things with one hand, Mhykol smiles victoriously. Pak grumbles crankily, but continues to cling.

A few chests later he finds some wool sheets and a folded mattress. Bedding found, he lays it out on the other side of the room, mindful of his personal squid. He jolts Pak a couple times by accident, but the man does nothing but shift a few inches.

“You do actually have to let go now, Pak,” Mhykol says, tugging lightly on his arm. Once again, Pak does not let go. This time he even wraps his other arm around Mhykol’s sternum. “…That is the opposite of what I just said.”

“C’mf’rtable.”

“That’s not an excuse. Let go, man. You need to sleep.” Mhykol pulls on Pak’s hands, trying to unclasp them.

“Sleep here,” Pak mumbles, refusing all attempts to brush him off.

“I am not a pillow.” Mhykol’s starting to think this might be a futile venture, but he marches valiantly onward, trying each of Pak’s fingers individually. “This is kind of awkward, you know. I did not sign up for this.”

Nothin’ doin’. Pak is pretty much glued to him. Mhykol finally gives up with a resigned sigh, turning them back to his bed.

“Fine. Just, fine. You win. We’ll be cuddlebros tonight. It worries me that the two who coined that term have probably made out at least once by now, but whatever. If it gets you to not die in a fire, then woo, great, happy dance,” Mhykol says, blinking heavily. It’s been a long day for him, too. He nudges the sheets aside, settling both of them under the covers.

Pak wiggles around until he’s satisfied, head on Mhykol’s chest and arms circling him. Breathing out, Mhykol cards his fingers through Pak’s long hair, listening to the man almost purr at the motion. Well then. He… guesses that’s that.

The candle on his desk flickers out and dreams rise around them.

*_*_*

End.

Comments

[guiltyshirts]

Oh that was adorable. <3 Exhausted, cuddly Pak is just perfect.

[silvercheers]

<3 I love sleepy cuddles. Thanks~

[kappa77]

Awwww! That was perfect!

[silvercheers]

Thanks! Awesome prompt, it was fun to write. :)

[(Anonymous)]

Oh my gosh. So adorable!

Who coined the term cuddlebros? Am I missing something?

~Squid who's to lazy to log in~

[silvercheers]

Aww, thanks. <3

Nah, you didn't miss anything. I really should have used the word "codified", as no one /really/ used "cuddlebros" before, to my knowledge. I'm just referencing the numerous times various common pairings have claimed or giggled over sleeping in the same bed (like during maps when there was only one bed :P).

[luvzdeidara]

Aww~ That was cute. <3
I'd like more please~

[silvercheers]

Yay, thanks. <3

Of these guys? I intended it to be a one-shot, but I could try to come up with some sort of epilogue, I suppose.

[kmd222me]

Yes. You must do so. *nod nod*

[silvercheers]

*shrug* I'll do my best. No promises on length, though. :)

[yamina_chan]

I did not see the Livestream you were talking about, but I could follow the plot just fine, which is a nice thing =)
I had fun reading too. The "how to keep a chest open with one hand soulution" made me laugh quite a bit, that was a good idea Xb
Well done, well done overall ^^ (I would not mind an epilouge to this, but it's good as it is now as well ^^)

[silvercheers]

You didn't really need to (though watching Pak streams is always advised, of course).

Gotta use what you have, amiright? Really, he dragged the man home, the least he can do is prop open a chest. :P

Thanks. :) I'm trying to write a quick little thing for that right now, but I don't know if it'll actually turn out.

[antiloquist]

<3

Oh gosh, sleepy derpy Pak is actually the best.

This is great and I love you.

<3

[silvercheers]

Oh my god, he is, isn't he!? I try to catch his R.I.N.D.s when I can, and they're /amazing/.

Aw, thanks. <3