Diggy Diggy One-Shots(Yogs and Hatfilms)

Parvill (SFW)

TW: None, but this is my new OTP

Title: ~Noteblocks~

He quietly walked around the room of their new building, sorting materials and minerals into the right labelled chest, but suddenly something interrupted the silence he had been surrounded by. It sounded like… A guitar? But as far as Strife knew there wasn’t any instruments in Chaosville, and he felt the urge to examine where the music came from. He walked down the stairs to the first floor and peeked out the window. Outside on the grass Parv was jumping around between several brown boxes. A big grin covered his face as he hit the different blocks, drawing tones from them that filled the air with wonderful melodies. Strife couldn’t help but smile at the other’s happiness. He seemed so engulfed and concentrated. Slowly, Will made his way out the front door and for a moment he simply watched his companion hop around, smiling and laughing at the tones that mixed into a perfect tune.

“Hey,” Strife said, walking closer. Startled, Parv looked up, but as he noticed Will, he smiled.

“Hi Will,” he grinned.

“What are you doing, Parvis?” the blonde asked, running a hand over the smooth wood of one of the blocks.

“Music!” he laughed triumphantly.

“It- It’s nice,” Strife muttered, blushing slightly. Parv looked at him with big eyes, jaw dropping slightly.

“T-thank you,” he stuttered, rubbing his neck awkwardly.

“How did you..?”

“Oh, I just missed my guitar, so I made these. Noteblocks. They play a different instrument, decided by the block they are on top of. It’s cool, really. I can play six different instruments at once! I’m an entire band in one person!” he grinned, hitting the box in front of him, which gave him a piano key.

“Can I- Can I try?” Will asked, looking down at his feet. He felt Parv’s hand in his and he met his dark eyes. He smiled at him, and Strife smiled back, allowing him to lead him towards one of the wooden boxes. The slender man placed himself behind the blonde, taking hold of his wrist with a gentle hand. Slowly, Parv placed Will’s shaking hand on the block. Strife could feel the other’s warm breath against his neck, and he felt hot.

“You just give it a gentle tap,” Parv whispered to his friend, letting go of his wrist and gesturing for him to give it a try. Will swallowed hard.

“Like this?” he asked quietly, tapping the box, earning a guitar chord from it.

“Yes, exactly, Will. You’ve got talent,” Parv smiled, squeezing his upper arm as he peeked over Will’s shoulder, resting his chin against it. Strife smiled, but felt the heat tingle in his cheeks. It felt nice. Parvis felt nice.

“You’re the one with the talent,” he muttered, slightly pushing into Parv’s touch.

“Meh,” Parv shrugged, taking a step back, smiling as he saw the disappointment in Will’s eyes as their bodies broke contact. He was about to go inside, when Strife spoke:

“Play me a song.” The black haired man looked over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow slightly.

“Huh?” he said, keeping back a smile. Will sat down on a nearby rock.

“Play me a song. Please,” he asked, his cheeks flushed.

“Alright,” Parv replied, slowly positioning himself between the noteblocks.

The evening air was breezy, and Will was shaking from the cold, but he didn’t notice. The tunes that erupted underneath Parv’s practiced hands filled his mind along with the calming sound of his smooth voice. Surrender and ecstasy were the only feelings in Will’s body as his friend played for him. It took a moment for Strife to realise that Parv had stopped playing and that they were just observing each other with wide eyes. Parv took a few steps on his long legs towards the blonde, and reached out his hand for him to take.

“You’re cold,” he muttered.

“I’m never cold,” Strife answered.

“Well, you are tonight.” With those words Parv pulled Will up from his sitting position and embraced him. The warmth of the other made Strife realise that maybe he was freezing after all. Or maybe, Parv’s body was made of a thousand tiny suns that slowly burned into his own body, leaving him cold and frozen when they inevitably had to part. Their eyes met and Parv smiled.

“You, eh- Can I kiss you?” he asked gingerly. Strife felt his heart pound in his chest, and slowly he nodded his confirmation. Their lips met, carefully working in tandem as if they were made to only kiss the other throughout eternal time. As they parted for air, Parv took Strife’s hand in his and led him towards their base.

“Parvis, what..?”

“You’re still cold. Come on, I’ll rub some heat back into that gorgeous body of yours,” Parv grinned, winking at his friend, and Will couldn’t help but smile.