Aaah Parv kicking Wills chair in the theatre because he likes to annoy people and after the movie/show Will turns around(he doesn't want to miss the movie so yeah he does it afterwards) and Parv is like "Wow, what a beauty"
Theatre customs SFW Parvill
Words: 509
The story is under the cut, I hope you’re happy, I tried keeping it short :P
Summary: Leo walks in on Sparkles* who is "so naked". Based on these two tweets
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Warnings: NSFW
Characters: Sparkles*, Leo
Words: 1463
Proof-read by teekaybuscus
”Sparks! You ready to head down to the studio?” Leo shouts as he enters the quiet flat. When he gets no reply he shakes his head and approaches the open door to his friend’s bedroom.
“Mate are you seriously still in bed? I texted you an hour ago, we need to rec-“ Leo stops in his tracks, quickly averting his eyes from Sparkles*’ bed.
“You, uhm, you’re not wearing any pants...” Leo says stating the obvious, still looking away from the singer. Sparkles* puts down the phone he’s just been typing on, acting surprised.
“What? Really? I hadn’t noticed”, Sparkles* is only wearing a t-shirt, the duvet thrown off to the other side of his bed, with nothing to hide his crotch. Leo has of course seen the man naked before but it is always just as awkward. Where is he even supposed to look, it doesn’t help that the older man is so goddamn attractive either.
“So... Are you gonna get ready for the drum recording?” Leo asks Sparkles*, changing his gaze to look directly at the ginger’s face and not anywhere else. Sparkles* smirks as he notices the difficulty Leo has to keep eye contact.
“Yeah sure, let me just get some clothes first”, Sparkles* makes no attempt to hide his body as he climbs out of the bed, but instead of walking to his drawer he steps towards Leo. The younger man frowns, giving a puzzled look as Sparkles* places his hands on Leo’s chest.
“Uh, what are you doing mate, you said you were getting clothes?” Leo says confused. Sparkles* leans in against the drummer, his soft beard brushing against Leo’s cheek, sending shivers through Leo’s body.
“I am. I’m getting your clothes off.” Sparkles*murmurs, pulling down the zipper of Leo’s hoodie. Leo blushes, suddenly very aware of how close Sparkles* naked crotch is to his.
“Mate I don’t know, what about Adam and Parv, are you really sure about this”, Leo’s face is as red as his beanie. Sparkles* laughs slightly, pushing the hoodie off Leo’s shoulders and moving his hands down to the slender man’s belt.
“Don’t worry, they’re both gone for the day. Just relax, there’s no hurry”, Sparkles* reaches up and kisses Leo softly on the lips. The blond gives in to the kiss, hesitantly placing his hands on the shorter man’s hips. Sparkles*presses his body closer to Leo’s, eager to taste the other man’s mouth. The drummer is so far the only one in the band he’s never done anything intimate with, mostly because he is younger and more drawn back than the others. Sparkles* groans slightly as his half-hard cock rubs against Leo’s clothed crotch. The singer unbuttons Leo’s jeans and lets them fall down, gathering at the ankles of the other man. Leo gets the hint and throws his t-shirt and beanie on the floor, quickly followed by Sparkles*’ t-shirt as well. When he starts kissing Sparkles* again it is with passionate desire.
He pushes the singer back towards the bed, falling on top of him as the edge of the bed is closer than he initially thought. Leo can’t help but moan as Sparkles* thigh rubs against his erection. Sparkles* grabs the younger man’s rear, pressing him closer and kissing him desperately, the sound of their breaths filling the room. Sparkles* presses a finger against Leo’s entrance, making the drummer’s breath hitch.
“Oh god, I’m not sure-“ Leo huffs and Sparkles* quickly moves his hand away.
“Do you not wanna do this?” Sparkles* asks worried. Leo shakes his head and plants a soft kiss on Sparkles*’ cheek.
“No, I want you. Just, with lube please.” Leo murmurs into Sparkles* ear. The ginger can’t help but throw back his head and laugh. He crawls away from underneath Leo, reaching for the bedside table.
“Sorry mate, I forgot”, Sparkles* pulls out a small bottle from the table. “Here we go.” Leo blushes, he feels a bit embarrassed, but the way Sparkles* acts so relaxed makes him feel more comfortable. The older man squeezes some lube onto his fingers, making sure to coat them evenly. He gestures for Leo to straddle his lap and starts kissing the blonde’s collarbones softly, carefully sliding one finger into him. Leo swallows, trying to relax the best he can. Sparkles* adds another finger, moving his free hand to caress the smooth skin of Leo’s stomach. When the ginger adds a third finger Leo can’t stop himself from gasping, hissing loudly from the discomfort but Sparkles*’ wandering touches directs his thoughts to something else. Moving his fingers closer towards Leo’s member, before lightly brushing the tip of his cock, Sparkles* manages to get another gasp.
“Oh fuck”, Leo groans. Sparkles* grins, moving his fingers inside Leo, brushing against his most sensitive spot.
“Oh fuck!” Leo cries, digging his nails into Sparkles*’ shoulders. He takes a few deep breaths before he gets used to the feeling, pain replaced by pleasure as Sparkles*begins stroking the other man’s length. After a while when Leo starts bucking against Sparkles*’ hand, the ginger pulls out his fingers and grabs the bottle of lube.
“No let me,” Leo says, grabbing the bottle and slowly covering Sparkles*’ cock with lube, the cool liquid making the singer inhale sharply. He then mounts the other man, hissing as the stiff member stretches his opening. Sparkles*leans his head against the blonde’s shoulder, moaning as the younger man starts to move slowly in his lap. Leo tangles his fingers into Sparkles*’ long hair, unable to focus his thoughts on anything else than the musky smell of their damp bodies and the sparking sensation of the ginger’s cock inside him. He quickens the pace, Sparkles* does the same with his hand, the other digging into Leo’s hip.
When Sparkles* gets too tired to keep upright he lets his back fall down on the mattress. Expletives spill over Leo’s lips as the shift in angle makes Sparkles* hit a certain spot inside him. He can feel the heat building inside his stomach as the movement brings him closer and closer to the edge. Leo can tell by the bearded man’s whimpers and flushed face that he is close too, hips involuntary bucking up to meet Leo’s thrusts. Suddenly Sparkles* lets go of his grip around Leo’s member, making the blond raise his eyebrows. Before he can react the ginger has switched their positions, pinning Leo down into the bed. He re-enters the younger man, quickly beginning to thrust against Leo’s prostate. Leaning in against the hazy-eyed blond Sparkles* whispers softly into Leo’s ear:
“I’m going to pound you like you pound that fucking drum”, the rough tone of Sparkles*’ voice combined with the steady motion around his erection drives Leo over the edge. The waves of pleasure surging through his body and drops of white splashing on to Sparkles*’ chest.
“God Sparks!” Leo moans, his nails digging into Sparkles*’ back, clenching around the ginger’s shaft. The intensified pleasure makes Sparkles* unable to handle the other man’s pulsating muscles for long. He comes with a groan and a swear, balling his hands up in the bed sheet and slowing down his thrusts as he pumps his load into the younger man. When Sparkles* pulls out of Leo the blond shivers, not used to the feeling of the sticky come trickling down his ass. The bearded man drags a hand through his sweat-soaked fringe, still panting heavily. Leo grimaces as he moves into a more comfortable position, the soreness of his behind burning uncomfortably.
“Sorry,” Sparkles*murmurs affectionately, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on Leo’s brow. The lean man grabs the back of the ginger’s hair, keeping him down to kiss his lips. Sparkles* giggles into Leo’s mouth, rubbing the younger man’s cheek.
“Now you’re not so eager to do the drum recording are you?” He says as he pulls away from Leo. The blond wraps his skinny limbs around Sparkles*’ torso, trying to keep him in bed. Sparkles* smiles but pulls away, grabbing a tissue from the bedside table to wipe him and Leo clean.
“We haven’t got all day you know”, he says as he gets off the bed and gets some clothes from his drawer.
“Hey, you’re the one who said there was no hurry mate”, Leo complains, crossing his arms over his now cold chest. Sparkles* shakes his head in disbelief, picking up Leo’s clothes and throwing them onto the bed.
“You know if you’re gonna go on like that I’m not gonna do this again you ungrateful fuck” he says with a serious expression. Leo is instantly on his feet, fumbling to get his boxers on.
“Okay, okay, I’ll play the fucking drums!” He says, smacking Sparkles* as he bursts out in laughter.
Summary: You have somehow ended up alone with Sparkles* in his flat and well... Things happen. It's gender neutral
AO3 Link
Warnings: NSFW
Characters: Sparkles*, Reader
Words: 2013
I wrote this after joking around with a friend and I apologize, this is waaaaayyyy to nsfw like it's not even fictional people. But hey at least it works no matter what gender or sex you have.
You're sitting on his couch. You just beat his ass in the video game. He's your biggest celebrity crush. Those are the facts and you can't even begin to think of all the things that happened that caused you to end up here. Just you two, alone in his flat. He curses and reaches for his beer bottle. You feel conflicted about him drinking but on the other hand it's his flat and he's an adult. You turn your head with a grin, proud that you beat a guy who works with people that play games for a living.
"Don't feel so damn satisfied with yourself. It was beginners luck." The rough tone doesn't disguise the glint in his eye.
"Or maybe you're just a bad loser", you say, leaning back against the backrest. He puts the bottle back on the floor, running his hand through his fringe.
"Or maybe we could play another game", he replies.
"Like what?" You ask playfully, biting your lip.
"Oh I don't know... You choose something you think I'd like." He says in a calm voice but the hidden intentions clearly show on his face. You lean in closer, your right hand lightly stroking his thigh.
"Something like this?" You move even closer, your other hand brushing his fringe out of his eyes.
"Are you good at it?" He whispers, shifting his position so that you are now sitting face to face. You run your hand trough his thick hair, grabbing it in the back and pulling his face closer to yours.
"Let's see", you murmur back. You can smell his warm breath, a mix of alcohol and sweetness. Oh yeah you gave him those Pokémon sweets earlier. You close your eyes and kiss him carefully, his beard scratches your lips and cheeks but in a good way. A sudden rush of excitement makes you feel intoxicated even though the only drips of alcohol you've tasted are the ones on his lips. You press your lips harder against his and he responds by opening his mouth slightly. Sparkles* moves his hands to your hips, sliding his thumbs under your shirt and caressing your warm skin. You spread your lips and slide your tongue into his mouth, rubbing against his own tongue. The only sounds in the flat are the repeated menu theme from the TV and the hitched panting from you and the ginger singer on the sofa.
***
As you take a break to breathe Sparkles* pulls off your hoodie. You in return pull off his jumper. His hair messes up slightly and you really like the rough look he gets, dragging your hands through it to make it even messier. He laughs at you softly and kisses your nose.
"I think you enjoy this type of game if I'm not wrong." He says, making your already blushing face bright red. You slip your hands under his t-shirt caressing his smooth skin. He brings his hands down to the hem of your t-shirt, pulling it up, revealing your naked chest. He kisses your shoulder, collarbone and then neck, lingering for a second to smell your skin. You move closer, straddling his lap so that your chest is in level with his chin. He touches your nipples and a hitched breath slips through your lips, making him smirk. Sparkles* strokes your areola gently, rubbing his thumb over your nipples more firmly. You move your hands further up under his shirt until you reach his nipples, using your thumbs to stimulate them in synchronisation. Leaning down you lock lips with the singer again, and for a while you stay in this position. Touching each other's chests, tasting each other's tongues, feeling each other's presence. Sparkles* grunts and pulls back, moving a hand from your chest. You open your eyes and look down on him unbuckling his belt.
"Tad uncomfortable", he says, noticing where your eyes are focused. His fingers move clumsily because of the lack of his other hand and you help him remove the belt and unbutton his trousers. You let your hand stay on the bulge in his pants, making him grit his teeth.
"Do you want me to..?" You ask, a bit flustered about the situation.
"How about... A shower?” He replies. “I personally feel pretty dirty, well sweaty, and it's been a long day." Sparkles* makes eye contact with you and you can't think of anything other than those piercing blue eyes and the pulsing member beneath your palm. You nod and move away from him. He stands up from the couch and you follow him towards the bathroom.
***
Sparkles* undresses quickly and you stand paralysed for a second, staring inappropriately at his ass. He turns the water on in the shower and you gather enough sense to pull down your own trousers. Sparkles* has already begun showering as you step in with him. It is slightly cramped and you try your best not to slip and fall and tear down all the different gels and, wait, is that lube?!
You turn your attention back to Sparkles*, trying not to look too much at his erected cock. His hair is wet and dripping and he takes a step out of the water letting you wash your body off. You begin tracing his body with your eyes, the face with the blue eyes and auburn beard. His round shoulders, soft arms. The slightly chubby tummy, almost hairless but for the slight happy trail leading down to, that red stiff member, surrounded by ginger curls the same colour as his eyebrows.
"So it's true", you say referencing the post on tumblr.
"What, the size of my dick?" Sparkles* says jokingly and you almost slip and fall because of the speed that you put your hands up in defence.
"Uh, no, well yes, but uh, I didn't mean-" He kisses you again and presses his wet body against yours. You become terribly aware of his hard cock pressed against your stomach. You lower your arms, placing your hands on his butt gently. He wraps his arms around you and his body heat together with the warm water makes you feel almost sweatier than when you stepped into the shower. Grabbing a bottle of shower gel Sparkles* starts rubbing it on your back and shoulders.
"Turn around." He demands and you turn around taking a few steps away from him, as far as it's possible in the tiny shower stall. Moving from the top to the bottom Sparkles* covers your whole body in gel, taking extra time on some of your more sensitive parts. He lets you wash it off in the water before handing you the bottle.
"Now me", he smiles. You squirt some gel into your hand and begin. First the back, you begin with the shoulders and arms, then the shoulder blades, down to the lower back, butt cheeks and down the legs. You curiously examine all irregularities, scars, stretch marks, birth marks before turning him around and doing the front. When you bend down to do his legs the stiff cock is suddenly in the level of your face. You put down the bottle on the shower floor, finished with rubbing the gel in. Sparkles* looks down on you and shrugs.
"All I can say is don't rush it, take your time cus I've got all night." You decide you'd rather do it somewhere more spacey and stand up again, but not before planting a couple of quick kisses on his shaft. He washes off the shower gel and you kiss again before stepping out of the shower. He hands you a towel and dries himself off quickly, just making sure he's not dripping wet. You do the same and as you bend down to pick up your clothes Sparkles* interrupts you.
"You don't need those I hope?" He says grabbing your shoulders. You put them back down again and grab his hand, letting him lead the way to the bedroom.
***
The bedroom is considerably warm but you still feel cold and without hesitation you roll down on top of the bed, pulling the duvet over yourself. Sparkles* lies down opposite of you and caresses your cheek.
You tangle your legs with his, moving closer and stroking his damp chest. Sliding your hand down, you grab his member and a quiet groan slips out from the singer's mouth. You tighten your grip, moving your hand up and down at a slow pace. He moves his hand from your face to between your legs, fingers searching for your sensitive spots. He finds the tip of your swollen junk and with circular movements slowly rubs it, making you hitch your breath. You press your hips closer to his, eager to feel the pleasure. He slips one, then two fingers into you, firmly massaging your moist insides. You can't avoid moaning and you quicken the pace of the strokes you give his cock.
"Do you, uh", you can barely focus enough to speak. "Want to fetch a condom?" Sparkles* smirks and raises his eyebrows. He pulls his fingers slowly out of you whilst keeping eye contact, bringing the other hand up to his face, carefully licking the thumb he’d touched you with.
"Just hold on a second", he turns awkwardly, reaching for the bedside table drawer. After groping around for a couple of seconds he gets out a small bottle of lube and a flavoured condom. He props himself up on his elbows and you move the duvet out of the way. Straddling his legs you open the condom and put it on. You bend down and lock your eyes with his before beginning to lick his head. Licking the length of is shaft you begin to suck him off, slowly and gently. Sparkles* groans loudly as you take as much of his cock into your mouth as you can, sucking in and swirling your tongue around. You take short pauses to breathe and to look up into his eyes. When he begins squirming because of impatience you stop and sit up. You lean down and kiss him deeply, mixing the taste of the condom with the fading taste of beer in his mouth. You straddle him again, putting the lube on his cock, before lowering yourself onto his shaft. You both moan in synchronisation. Slowly shifting your hips around you find the most pleasurable position. You begin to slowly grind up and down, using your muscles for variation. The ginger starts massaging your chest again and as you begin to move quicker he digs in his nails.
***
After a while he pants louder and louder accompanied by suppressed moans. He bucks his hips and screams your name as he climaxes. You bend forward, stroking his damp forehead and kissing him again. You climb off him, tired from the activity, and lie down on the bed. Sparkles* takes off the condom and tosses it into the bin in the corner of the room. He wipes off the remaining come with his fingers and sticks them into your mouth. You lick it off seductively and he bends down kissing you. He then resumes stroking the same sensitive spot as before, pushing in the two saliva covered fingers with the other hand. He presses them up towards your stomach, duplicating the satisfaction. As you begin to buck your hips from the pleasure he switches from his hands to his mouth. The sensation of his rough beard and warm tongue soon makes you reach the edge. The warm feeling that has been building up in your stomach since the first kiss explodes into an ecstasy that fills your whole body. You moan loudly, breathing out "Sparkles*" as the pulsating feeling slowly decreases. Sparkles* crawls up next to you, pulling the duvet over both of your bodies. He spoons you and places his arm protectively around you, pressing your bodies tightly together. You cannot help thinking that this is too good to be true. But you reassure yourself it's real and fall asleep peacefully with your big love right next to you.
Just a short 400 word drabble for cattimus who wanted Honeydew and Xephos dancing.
No warnings
”Ouch! You stepped on my toes!” Honeydew shouted, jumping back. Xephos looked at him worried.
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to, I just don’t get how it’s supposed to go.” Xephos said apologizing. Honeydew sighed and grabbed Xephos’ hand and waist again.
“Okay so first we take a step to the left, then a step back with the right foot and then-“ Honeydew was abruptly cut off by Xephos.
“What’s the point? I’m never gonna learn your weird dance thing!” He complained pouting and crossing his arms. Honeydew rubbed his face, prepared to give up as well.
“It’s honestly not that difficult, you just have to follow the rhythm”, Honeydew sat down on the ground, tired from all the practicing of steps.
“The rhythm? Which rhythm?” Xephos looked down at him puzzled.
“The rhythm of the music of course! You can’t dance without music!” Honeydew rolled his eyes, shaking his head at Xephos.
“But... We don’t have any music”, Xephos frowned at his friend.
“Yes but we were just practicing. Wait, you weren’t imagining music?” Honeydew looked up at the alien with a surprised expression.
“Of course not! You never said there was supposed to be music!” Xephos almost shouted, gesturing wildly with his hands. Honeydew giggled, rising onto his feet.
“Really? Okay, hold on a sec”, Honeydew ran to the closest chest and pulled out some materials, quickly crafting a jukebox. He managed to pull out an old, dusty record from the bottom of the chest as well.
“Here we go,” he said, putting the music on. They were suddenly accompanied by an upbeat, powerful tune, something dwarven Xephos guessed. Honeydew grabbed his friend by the hand again and this time Xephos moved much more smoothly.
“Hold on, you actually know how to dance?” Honeydew asked curious and Xephos laughed.
“Of course! I mean we have a different name for it, but moving rhythmically to music is the same whichever language you speak.” Xephos explained, now easily doing the steps Honeydew had showed him earlier.
They danced like one fluid being, even though the massive height difference caused some inconvenience. Xephos smiled at the dwarf, his feet seemingly floating above the ground. The dwarf smiled back, eyes for nothing but his friend. But because of Honeydew’s lack of attention, he soon messed up and tripped over his own feet, blushing furiously as Xephos was forced to catch him from falling.
“Ouch, you stepped on my toes,” Xephos said smirking.
Summary: When two demigods clash, much is lost in the crossfire.
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Warnings: Major character death, violence, blood
Characters: Strife, Parvis, KD, Ridge
Words: 1723
Based on the tekkit war basically, with Ridge as Sjin, Kirin as Lalna, Strife as Rythian and Parv as Zoeya... Thanks to Allagorr for proof-reading.
A large rumble woke him up. He was still groggy from sleeping, head spinning, limbs heavy. A groan came from the mess of black hair next to him. Another rumble.
“Is that thunder?” Strife whispered, his voice hoarse. It must be around four in the morning, it was still dark outside. Parv rolled over sighing, mumbling something inaudible. Strife rubbed his eyes, he wanted to go to sleep again. But as he closed his eyelids, the thunder rolled again.
“Yeah, I can hear thunder.” Strife stated. Why now, he had been looking forward to getting a full night’s sleep for once, but apparently the gods didn’t like him enough for that. He moved closer to Parv, seeking comfort from the other man’s warm body; not that he was scared, but more so because every thunder strike sent a cold shiver through his spine. Sighing he inhaled the familiar scent of Parv’s hair, hoping that the weather would soon pass. But he barely had time for that before another loud noise made the building shake. This wasn’t thunder though, this was something else.
“Parvis, did you hear that?” Strife nudged Parv’s shoulder slightly.
“Huh? Yeah, it sounded like an explosion.” Parv yawned. Strife got a nagging feeling in his gut. If that was an explosion, what had caused it?
“I’m gonna check it out okay Parvis?” Strife said, sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. Parv stretched out his arms after Strife, groaning at the sudden loss of heat next to him.
“I’ll be quick I promise, I just wanna make sure nothing important is damaged.” Strife grabbed his exoskeleton, putting his armour on just in case.
As he walked out in the cool night air he could see orange light in the distance. Relief made the knot in his stomach loosen, the silhouette of Solution Towers contrasted the night sky in the west whilst the lightning struck towards the north. He was prepared to go back inside when another explosion went off. Strife bit his lip unsure whether he should leave Parv alone, but his curiosity took over and he ascended into air, the wind breezing through his blonde hair. It didn’t take much time to cover the distance from Parv’s base to the origin of the blast. As he came closer, smoke stung in his eyes and nose, and he could see that the area was burning.
“What the hell!” Strife’s eyes wandered over the burning forest. This was some serious damage. From out of nowhere a glowing spark flew at him, he could feel it whiz past his ear, inches from damaging him. As he turned his head towards the direction from where the magic spell had come from, he saw two figures circling each other above the rising smoke. The two cloaked demigods had eyes for nothing but each other, swirling around in a lethal dance, dark blue and burgundy. Strife furrowed his brow, this wasn’t just pranks any more. Flying higher up, his eyes blurry with tears from the slipstream, Strife approached the mage closest to him. Kirin turned his head, noticing the blond, somewhat mortal, hovering next to him.
“Hello there Strife” Kirin said, only half focusing on the conversation as he was still dodging Ridge’s attacks.
“What the hell are you doing! Those explosions could be heard across the land!” Strife shouted partly because he was angry, and partly so that it would be heard over the thunder and winds this high up in the air. Kirin shrugged apologizing, and fired a spell at Ridge, blinding Strife for a second.
“That wasn’t me, that was Ridge, he blew up my house. I mean I might have ticked him off with that small-ish curse that I put on him, but I swear it’s not my fault.” Kirin replied, his voice calm and controlled, almost relaxed. Strife inhaled sharply, his fingers itching to punch the demigod for his arrogance.
“I don’t care who started this. Just stop, before someone gets hurt!” This was worryingly close to a full blown war between the two immortals, and the powers they possessed could easily create collateral damage. Strife wanted none of that. A shadow flashed in Kirin’s eyes before he once again resumed his neutral expression.
“Su was in that house.” Kirin said blankly. Laughter was heard above them; during the short distraction, Ridge had taken the opportunity to fly even higher, getting an advantage point. Strife knew enough about the sadistic ginger to understand that the destruction of the house wasn’t something he’d done on a whim. Ridge raised his arm, aiming a spell at them both.
Too slow to react, Strife fell several feet when Ridge’s attack hit him in the chest. He cursed as he tried to regain his balance again, shutting the armour’s visor and loading his gun. If Ridge wanted to fight, he was gonna get a fight. Strife’s and Kirin’s combined power was way too much for him to handle. But when Strife gained back the height he’d lost, he saw Kirin being pushed back more and more - his spells badly aimed and his reactions too slow. Strife looked from Ridge’s triumphing grin to Kirin’s tense jaw and blank eyes.
“That dick!” Strife growled, firing his gun at Ridge. Of course the demigod would use something so dirty as to attack the ones close to his enemy to get an advantage. At least Kirin cared about mortal people, he didn’t play around with them like they were pieces in his game. And that’s why he was so upset now - because he cared. One precise shot after another, Strife managed to push Ridge back enough to give Kirin some time to breathe. The three-eyed mage gave a thankful nod to Strife, directing his attention back to the trickster.
Not long after the two blonds had managed to get the advantage ground on Ridge, rapidly covering him in attacks from two angles. The heat of the fight made Strife’s head fuzzy, the adrenaline reducing his thoughts to nothing more than fight or flight. Until he heard a familiar voice.
“Strife! You got a problem?” Parv shouted and Strife turned his head with a devastated expression. Dashing down to Parv, he shielded the dark haired man with his body.
“Parvis why are you here!” Strife yelled.
“To help. You didn’t come back so I assumed you were in trouble, and I was right”, Parv grinned at Strife who shook his head.
“No Parvis! You’re not strong enough! Your altar isn’t working properly!” Strife exclaimed, he didn’t want Parv here, in danger. Why was this boy so reckless.
“No Strife, I can help, you don’t even know how strong I am!” Parv shook Strife off himself, but at that moment both of them were hit by the force of a shock wave originating from the two immortals clashing together. Strife tumbled downwards through the air once again, losing all sense of direction. When he stopped his fall, he couldn’t see Parv anywhere. He slowly ascended, careful to not get hit again. He felt relieved when he saw the black figure that was the guitarist skipping around the two fighting demigods. Strife couldn’t help but smile a little, Parv looked so fearless as he whizzed around in the air, spell in one hand, sword in the other.
When he was within reach he fired his gun, now the three of them were attacking Ridge; it felt like they would be able to win this finally. Maybe Parv joining wasn’t such a bad idea. Strife wiped some sweat from his brow, hindering it from running into his eyes and disturbing his aim. It was very hot up here amongst the smoke and lightning, whilst fighting intensely. Suddenly a loud bang filled the air and Strife couldn’t see, everything was yellow and smoke, and a ringing filled his ears. He called out for Parv and Kirin, not sure where they were. After some time, he didn’t know how long, maybe a couple of seconds, maybe ten minutes, he regained his senses. He saw Kirin and Ridge fighting again, some distance away in the air. But he couldn’t find Parv anywhere. Hearing a scream, he looked down and saw a body plummeting down towards the burning ground, followed by a red orb.
Heart racing, with no regards for his own safety, Strife hurried after Parv hoping that he wouldn’t be too late. When he approached the ground he couldn’t see Parv through the fire and rubble, the smoke filled his lungs making him cough heavily.
“Parvis!” He called out hoping for some response. He called again, this time he heard a low whine from somewhere to his right. Strife stumbled in that direction and called Parv’s name again. There between the burning debris, Parv’s battered body was lying. Strife sunk down on his knees next to the other man.
“Parvis are you alright? Tell me where you are hurt” Strife brushed Parv’s hair out of the man’s eyes.
“I, ah” Parv grimaced. “I’m f-fine Strife” he replied smiling half-heartedly. Strife started to cry silently, Parv never asked for help when he needed it. Parv coughed and some blood trailed out of the corner of his mouth, but as Strife tried to wipe it away the dark-haired man grabbed his arm weakly.
“This isn’t a problem you can solve Strifeykins.” Parv whispered softly. Strife’s lip quivered as his tears dripped on Parv’s torn up, bloody t-shirt.
“Please Parvy, please.” Strife said, his voice breaking. Parv was badly wounded. There was blood everywhere, both his and from the magic, his clothes were ripped and he had an open wound in his abdomen. Strife desperately tried to press at it, hoping to cease the blood flow.
“Shhh,” Parv was now crying as well. “I love you Will.” Strife’s heart dropped.
“No, no, please. Not this, please”, Strife rubbed Parv’s cheek, trying to get a reaction, but the blood mage’s face was cold, his eyes staring blankly.
“Please! Parvis come back, I love you, please”, Strife sobbed loudly as he shook Parv’s shoulders, running his blood covered hands over the other man’s face and hair, but it was too late. Strife shook him again. He couldn’t believe it, didn’t want to believe it.
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