Diggy Diggy One-Shots(Yogs and Hatfilms)

Parvill (SFW)

TW: I have caught the Fluffy!

Title: ~Practicing~

Add a tablespoon of vinegar..” Strife muttered, flicking the pages in his cookbook, while stirring a large pot. It was Parv’s birthday soon, and Strife was going to cook a meal so good, he wouldn’t forget. Although, being the type of person he is, Strife had decided to practice the meal without Parv knowing.

It wasn’t that hard, as Parv was always doing something wild and adventurous. But, the silence broken by the pot bubbling, was worrying. Surely he was okay? He was at home, Strife knew that at least. 

Pulling off his oven mitts, Strife wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked out from the kitchen.

'Parvis?' Strife called out, looking from the living room to the dining room that was connected to the small work space he had set up when he first moved in.

'Huh?' Strife mumbled, turning his head to the stairs. A soft sound of music was coming from his and Parv's shared room. Was Parv writing a song? He only ever practised with his entire band… Something wasn't right.

'Parvis, Are you Okay-' Strife cut himself off when he began to hear Parv's voice blend in with his guitar.

'I have caused this, I have forced this!' Parv sang out with passion, as Strife's heart began to flutter, sitting by the door listening contently. It wasn't the first time he had heard Parv sing, but he treasured every moment.

'Mou oshimai daa~' Parv strummed the melody out perfectly, 'Betrayed by trust, forever left to scream!! Oh hold me closely and die in my arms, And then take this secret with you!'

Strife closed his eyes, letting himself get swept away with the music. It wasn’t a moment later when he suddenly fell back against the floor, staring up at a surprised Parvis.

'Will.. Were you listening to me?' Parv asked silently, smirking as Strife began to blush.

'N-No! I just, came to see what all the noise was.. A-And I-' Strife mumbled, getting to his feet and smiling awkwardly.

'You wanna listen? I'm nearly done.' Parv asked, moving from the doorway and allowing him to enter. Nodding his head, Strife sat on one of the desk chairs that they had bought a week earlier.

Giggling then shaking his head, Parv smiled at Strife as he picked up his guitar once more. Strife, blushing again, decided to question further.

'What are you laughing about?' Strife asked, grinning slightly.

'Oh it's nothing, I just wrote this song about an ex..' Parv spoke calmly, aware of Strife's glare.

'O-Oh!' Strife mumbled, turning his head to face the window and sitting silently until Parv started.

.~'~.~'

'Will, maybe I could write a song about you one day!' Parv announced, setting down his guitar as he finished playing, laughing. Strife's blushing stage came back, as he cleared his throat.

'What, when I'm your EX?' Strife shot back, grinning wildly. Parv looked shocked, holding his hand on his heart.

'Oh Strifey, How can you say such things!' Parv whined, before breaking into a laugh, which was followed by a chuckle or two from Strife.

'Hey, Will.. Do you smell something?' Parv crinkled his nose, as Strife's mind wandered back to the meal he was cooking in the kitchen.

'Um…'