Yogscast One Shots!

Parvill (Fluffy)

(Quick A/N: Sorry for not writing this sooner! I was having relationship problems and couldn't write fluff ;-;) it's fixed now though!)
Suggested by: @FaultInOurArea11
Summary: Will gets home early, but isn't very happy about Parvis doing blood magic. (This one is fantasy world oriented.)
Warnings: none :3

Parvis hummed quietly as he worked at the bench, not expecting Will to be back from Strife Solutions for a while. They agreed that he could work on his blood magic as long as Will wasn't there to see it. However that day he was working hard to get home earlier to spend some time with Parvis, and he managed to get his work done a little before the evening. Not to mention he wanted to get home before his birthday ended. Will was almost home in fact, only a small forest away.

Will snuck up behind Parvis, hugging his waist. "You're home early," Parvis purred. "I wanted to spend some time with you." Parvis turned in his arms to face him, comfortable with the two inches in between their faces. "Did you miss me then Strifey?" He smirked. Will placed a kiss on his lover's lips. Parvis smiled against the kiss. "I'll take that as a yes then." He murmured, not breaking the kiss till seconds after he said it.

Parvis snaked his arms around Will's neck, allowing Will to rest his head on his shoulder. Will would have wanted to stay like this forever, but he couldn't help but notice that Parvis was making something suspicious. It was stained red, but looked soft. It had the smell of blood he assumed, but that may have just been Parvis' shirt. "Parvis?" He hummed questioningly in response. "Are you working on your blood magic?" Parvis pulled away from Will to look him in the eyes. "No Strifey. I swear I'm not." He assured him. Will didn't feel convinced, but to avoid making him ask any unwanted questions, Parvis pulled him in for another kiss.

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"You said you weren't working on your blood magic.." Strife suddenly spoke harshly. "What? I wasn't! I swear!" Parvis tried to reassure him. "Then why is there blood on your arm and cuts on your fingers?" Strife gently grabbed Parvis' hands. Parvis flinched so he immediately let go. "I um.. I was U-uh.. I was doing something else okay?" He felt a little hurt that Parvis couldn't trust him. "Can you trust me?" Strife sighed in response.

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After talking outside and cuddling (or as Strife says "it's not cuddling I will only hug you." Since he doesn't cuddle) they walked back towards the house. However, before the walked in, Parvis broke away from the door. Will looked behind at Parvis confusedly. "I just U-uh have to finish something real q-quick," he stuttered, running back out. "I'll be back very soon I promise!" Before I could open my mouth to object, he was running off. I sighed, walking into the house alone. I grumbled as I realized he must be finishing his blood magic.

Strife looked over at the counter, confused to see a knife caked in red substance, and next to it something hidden underneath some sort of wax paper. Thinking it was blood and that something was probably dead underneath the wax paper, Strife jumped. He slowly took a few deep breaths and took a single step towards the knife and probably dead animal. He eventually took a second step, and very slowly made it to the mysterious thing. Strife closed his eyes tightly as he took the paper off of the..

Strife opened his eyes to see a beautifully decorated cake, with the words done in black icing "happy birthday CEO". The cake was covered in a smoothed red icing, the same shade on the knife. Strife mentally face palmed. He felt kind of guilty for thinking Parvis was lying to him. "Aww, it was supposed to be a surprise!" I heard Parvis pout. I turned to him and tilted my head in confusion. "Well.. I guess you've waited long enough." Parvis smiled and ran up to hug me. "Happy birthday, scrub." He teased.

He held up a red scarf and practically threw it around his neck. "Do you like it?" He shifted his weight excitedly. After trying to form words, Strife stopped and sighed. "Of course I do, Parvis." He smiled. "Great! Now I don't know what you've been through today, but watching that cake all day was torture and I'd like if we could eat it now please." He grinned, picking up the icing covered knife. It was then that Strife remembered his cut fingers. "But that doesn't explain the cuts on your hands." Parvis nodded. "You know I'm not the most graceful of people, and this cake was truly a pain. Also was the scarf," he complained.

"Wait, you made this?!" Strife held up the end of the scarf. Parvis turned to Strife and scowled playfully. "Are you saying you think I couldn't make that?" He sighed. "I might be." He frowned at Strife's response. "Oh well. I forgive you." Parvis picked up a fork and took a bite straight out of the cake. Strife groaned. "Come on, at least get a plate out." Parvis rolled his eyes and fed Strife a forkful of cake. "Just enjoy it before I eat it all." Parvis smiled.

"Thanks."

"No problem."

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