Yogscast One Shots

{Parvill} Drunken Confessions

Groaning, I blinked open my eyes. Oh god this is gunna be a bad one. My hangover was already making my head pound and I knew immediately I had had to much to drink last night. Stupid Lalna and his stupid parties. Looking down I froze. Strife was curled up against my chest fast asleep, a slight green tint on his cheeks from the alcohol of last night. My eyes widened and I looked around trying to figure out where I was in the dark. I noticed an ornamental samurai sword on the wall. Lalna's guest bedroom. I had spent many a drunken nights here, usually with some kind of partner that I picked up in my haze. But never anyone important. Never anyone like Strife. I tried to recall the events of the night before.

He had had too much to drink and he swayed as he walked, looking for that beautiful man that he wanted to see so badly. When he found him in the guest bedroom, his cheeks were flushed his alien green from the alcohol, freckles glowing in the dim lighting. "Heeey Strifey" He had slurred, plopping down on the bed next to him. "Your preety Strifey, like a lightning bug!" He had scooted closer to the alien man, and Strife's flush had deepened as he grinned down at the blonde. "Soo pretty." Parv had traced his his collarbone causing Strife to shudder involuntarily. He had grinned wider at that "I really like you Strifey, did'ya know?" "No I didn't know Parvis, glad to hear it." Parvis knew Strife wasn't as drunk as him seeing as he could still articulate his sentences properly, but he didn't care. "Mmhm" He hummed and leaned down so their noses were almost touching. Strife had stared at him with wide eyes but didn't back away. Drunken Parv took that as a sign he was aloud to continue. "Beautiful" he murmured as he leaned forward the extra inch bringing their lips together. It had been sloppy and drunk but it had been a kiss all the same. After a few seconds Strife had pulled away. "You drunk Parvis, you should go to bed. The party's almost over anyway." "Sure thing Strifey" He fell back onto the bed, pulling the blonde down with him. He remembered wrapping his arms around the man and nuzzling his nose into his golden hair as he drifted of to sleep in a haze of love and alcohol.

Parvis stared down at the still-sleeping Strife. What had he done?! Strife probably hated him now! You can't just admit your love for your teacher and get away with it! He heard a small groan from next to him and looked down. Strife was sitting up rubbing his eyes, looking at Parv slightly confused. 

"I'm- I'm sorry Will. I didn't mean- I mean I did but- please don't hate me! I love having you as a teacher so please don't let my confession change anything. I know I'm a screw up for falling for my teacher, but please don't leave me because of it." He stared down at his hands, eyes brimming with tears. 

He felt warm arms wrap around him pulling him back into the groove they had created. Strife pulled him back down and resumed his position snuggled into his side. 

"Too early for long speeches... love you too you idiot, now go back to sleep." Will muttered, arms still wrapped around Parv's waist. Parv felt his apprehension drain away. Will really never was good for anything in the mornings. Smiling slightly he snuggled back into Strife's warmth, falling back asleep to his gentle breaths on his neck. Maybe drunk confessions were the way to go..

Author's Note: Yay late night updates! Just got this idea randomly and was like 'Hell ya Parvill!' I have 5 more oneshot ideas so get ready for those tomorrow! Love you my sugars! ~AvatheBulldog