The snow fell down in flurries coating the entire island in a blanket of white. Even wrapped in the warmest jacket you owned there was no defending against the chill that seeped into your skin. You had taken shelter under a large oak tree overlooking the river while you tried to gather your bearings. Despite the cold you still wanted to catch some fish, one fish in particular, 5 mermaid attractors in and you still can't find the illusive red bellied piranha. You double checked the catalog and sure enough it was supposed to be here, you were supposed to be able to find it. And now the snow was getting into your coat and your shaking hands scared away all the fish. Now here you were under a tree.
You wrapped your arms tighter around yourself trying to will your body heat to warm you up. It's been a long day, you're tired. You maneuvered your jacket into a makeshift blanket, your knees tugged tight against your body to fit under the jacket. You nestled your head against the rough trunk of the tree, exhaustion from the day washing over your body. Maybe you could sleep through the rest of the snow? Your eyes were heavy and your head fell lt dizzy. Slowly with the sound of the river rushing lulling you into a comfortable sleep.
You were sleeping peacefully dreaming of being the fishing champion with the best piranha ever only to be woken up abruptly. Your eyes opened to the sight of fluffy white hair and a large grin.
"Good morning sleepyhead! I was worried you were an icicle at this point." Vanya chuckled but you could see some actual concern on his face.
You grunted and stretched your arms into the cold air, joints popping and cracking into place. "Ngh.. I was warm and cozy~"
"Haha you can't be that warm your nose is all red." He booped your nose and that's when you realized he was doing something. You sat up a little more to get a better look and you saw he'd started a small campfire and set up his own fishing gear nearby. There was a small pot resting on a grate over the campfire and you could hear the bubbling of liquid.
"What're you doing? Planning on camping?" You pulled your jacket back on properly and crawled closer to the fire.
"I just wanted to do some fishing but it's coldddd! And then I find a little star-sicle where I want to set up." Vanya scooped his put into a thermos and handed it to you.
You took the warm thermos into your cold hands and looked down at the cup of soup. "I was trying to catch some fish when I got tired. The one I want isn't biting."
Vanya chuckled and snuggled up next to you with his own cup. "Well... You did catch something special, huh?"
You looked up at him and tilted your head. "What's that?"
"You caught... A Vanya~" Vanya did a cute pose, poking his cheek. You laughed, a blush coming to your cheeks.
hii i saw your last drabble for blanc, can u write one for vanya?
Today's plans
Heartopia
Vanya x Gn Reader | MDNI
Warning(s): Dry humping
A/n: theyre gonna start thinking this is a heartopia blog
The day started out normal.
You wake up, you harvest your crops, plant new ones and water them. After that, your plan for today was to go fishing. You planned on visiting Vanya to buy some mermaid fish attractor since you were running low and you didn't have supplies to make your own. But then he showed up at your front door to say hi.
So how'd you end up here?
On your couch. You sit on top of his lap, hiding your face on top of his shoulder. He smells like the sea and sunlight. No doubt that he already started fishing at the crack of dawn.
Vanya is breathing heavily. You can imagine the gentle smile he always has as he grinds up onto you. His hands are on your hips, guiding you to meet his thrusts.
You feel his lips on the side of your head, kissing you. Once. Twice.
"You okay?" Vanya speaks up, one of his hands leaves your hips to push your shoulders back so he can look at your face.
There it is. His smile.
You moan when you feel the tent in his pants rub against your clothed crotch. "Yeah. M-more than okay." You nod and you see his ears twitch. "So good, Vanya. Feels so good." You whine, wrapping your hands around his shoulders as the two of you continue to hump each other.
He hums, satisfied. "Are you close?" He grins.
And like a reminder, you can suddenly feel your release approaching. "Fuck! ...Y-yes. Yes!" You gasp, grinding down harder. You're chasing your release with wild abandon.
Vanya grabs your hair. Gently, he pulls. The pull makes you bare your neck to him as his lips meet your skin. He bites down. Not enough to draw blood or even leave a bruise. But just enough to give you stimulation.
You groan as you feel your pants dampen as you release. Vanya holds you through it, praising you on how well you did.
When you come back down from your high, the two of you are breathing heavily. And you realize quickly that Vanya is still hard against you. He didn't cum.
As if reading your mind, Vanya pulls you in for a quick peck on the lips. "Care to help me out?"
Just a short collection of headcanons on how Vanya would be in a relationship.
Vanya and you started to date during the summer season.
You took fishing lessons from him, and the multiple meetings made you fall for each other rather quickly. He was the one who asked you out on smaller dates, and you were the one asking him to be official one day during a candlelight dinner in town.
You two have a cute dynamic with each other. Vanya would be the calm and sweet one and keep you grounded if you aren't already matching him. Most of the time his presence greatly relaxes you.
While he's out fishing, he would sometimes text you cute messages, reminding you to stay hydrated and take breaks. Occasionally he sneaks in a cute picture of himself too. Meanwhile you would make sure to cook a hearty meal for when he would return.
His love language would include quality time and physical touch (mostly in private). If he wasn't occupied with fishing or teaching other people, he would be right at your side, spending the day with you. If you would cook, he's already hugging you from behind, chin on your shoulder as he gently enjoys your presence.
It is somewhat impossible to have an argument with Vanya as he is very patient and doesn't get upset if you happen to slip with your words or get emotional. In fact, he had a soothing way of handling things and every issue is mended before you even realized it.
Vanya his favourite things about you could fill a whole list. If you ask him why he loves you, he would casually run down every point with a gentle smile while you're melting from the cuteness alone. The main thing that made him fall for you, was your very passionate excitement about learning how to fish from him. These small encounters really had an impact on him.
Lots of communication in this relationship. He would always ask for your opinion, your 6 your wishes. You look down? He doesn't brush it off, no. He instantly is next to you with your favourite hot drink and is gently asking you what is wrong. He would also make sure that you two are always on one page, even at smaller things. You always decide on date ideas together thanks to that.
Moving to Whale Island, getting to know the residents—especially that one cute gardener, ahem—and gifting him your very first harvest. OR cooking that first harvest into a meal for him as a “thank you” for teaching you how to grow and cultivate your own crops
And slowly, over time, you grow closer. You start to develop feelings for him—to the point where nearly every harvest you gather turns into a meal made especially for him. You learn as much as you can about gardening, just so you can ask him questions you may or may not already know the answers to
Then one day, while sharing the lunch you made together, he asks you for help with something—and you realize..he doesn’t like you romantically at all. He’s always had his eyes on someone else
Someone who lives near a windmill, where the hills are covered in blooming flowers. Her hair is as pretty and fragrant as the blossoms, her kindness so effortless that it makes you feel like you were never even competition
So, you turn away. Slowly.
You visit him less. You ask fewer questions. You avoid him, offering excuses like, “Oh, I’ve been so busy lately, I didn’t even realize"
Those boxed meals you used to make? Gone. His cabinet, once filled with the meals you insisted he keep, now sits empty. His once lively mornings and afternoons grow quiet. Peaceful—just like they were before you came into his life
And then, one day, the silence becomes too much for him to ignore.
He realizes how long it’s been since he last heard your voice. Since he last saw your eyes looking at him, your attention focused solely on him. He realizes he misses your cooking, your smile, your presence.
Without quite knowing why, his feet carry him toward your home—only for him to stop a few paces away
Because he hears you.
Your voice—bright, vivid, full of laughter. The smell of your cooking fills the air, drawing him closer
And there he finds you
Your eyes shine like stars, your attention completely focused on someone else. Your cheeks are flushed pink, your eyes crinkling at the corners as you laugh. The man in front of you continues telling stories about his day
'What part of reeling in a fish is so fun?' he wonders. 'Is it really that interesting?'
He doesn’t understand why he’s thinking this. It’s not like him
A/n: world if this game doesnt use genai. need this tiger bad
You sigh as you straighten your back, dusting your clothes and gloves from the dirt clinging onto them. Your eyes look behind you as you hear footsteps approaching you and you smile when you see that it's Blanc.
His steps stutter when he realizes you noticed him. He holds a tray with a pitcher and two glasses filled with what you can tell is fresh lemonade.
You walk over to him while pointing at yourself, asking a silent 'For me?' and Blanc flush slightly as he nods. Your smile widens as you grab a glass. "Thank you." You grin at him, gulping down the lemonade happily.
Blanc's tail sways behind him. "No problem... S-saw you working... from my place. And... wanted t-to tell you... good job." He returns your grin sheepishly.
You don't see it, but Blanc's eyes, hidden beneath his bangs, widens for a moment before squinting. Then, when you lower the glass from your mouth, your posture straightens from how close he suddenly is.
He shifts the tray so he can hold it in one hand as his other hand goes up to your cheek, brushing something away. You don't know what. All you could focus on is Blanc.
The sound of a stork squawking and flying off seems to shatter whatever trance Blanc was in as he suddenly backs off from you as if he were burned. "S-s-sorry... T-there was dirt on... your f-face... And I-... I was..." He trails off, face red and ears turned downwards.
You let out the breath you didn't know you were holding as you wave your hand. "It's... okay." You can feel how hot your face is. "Thank you for getting it." You mumble.
Blanc was standing frozen in front of you. The grip on the tray he brought is so strong you can see his knuckles turning white. And the way his face is red but pale as his lips tremble. "I-I-I'm really... sorry..." He stutters out.
Your first instinct was to hold him and tell him it really was okay, but you stop yourself because you fear that if you give Blanc any physical contact, he might just explode. So you resort to your words instead. "Blanc." You call out to him.
He doesn't respond, but you see one of his ears twitching. So you continue, "Blanc... It's okay. I... I didn't mind it." You admit, a blush forming on your face again. "Really. It's fine." You give him a fond smile.
The bird on top of his head chirps and Blanc sighs after a moment. "I-It's... really okay...?" His tail is back in its motion, swaying side to side.
You nod. "It's okay. I'm not uncomfortable." You reassure him.
Then, he finally smiles. Shaky, but a smile nonetheless. "If y-you say so..." He replies. Blanc refills your glass and offers it back to you. "A-another glass...?"
You grin, accepting the glass and taking a sip. Blanc looks away from you. "Do you... n-need help with... your p-plants...?" Blanc quietly asks you. So quiet you almost missed it.
But you didn't. Your eyes lit up as you nodded. "Yes! Yes, I would love to have your help! You're the expert after all." You tease him, and he actually laughs. And it makes your heart stutter.
"Do you have anywhere... I could p-put this down?" Blanc gestures over to the tray he's holding and you gasp.
"Let me take them." You offer, holding your hand out. Blanc carefully hands over the tray to you. You nod at him as you take the tray into your house.
While you were inside, Blanc let out a heavy sigh. His hands cover his face while he lets his embarrassment out without a sound. Did he really do that? What's gotten into him?!
But... he'd be lying if he were to say he didn't enjoy being close to you.
When you returned from your house, Blanc was already put together. His gardening gloves were equipped and a trowel in hand. "S-shall we...?"
You give him a thumbs up, pulling out the seeds you were planning to plant earlier.
A/n: this one is really short. like around 250 words lelelel
You part your lips from Blanc's in surprise as you straighten on his lap. You stare at him wide-eyed as he flushes, his head is cast down, and his tail is wagging lowly in embarrassment.
"Are you…?" You ask. You see his Adam's apple bob. He doesn't respond to you.
You shift your position on his lap and his hands shoot up to grab your hips, keeping you still. "Sorry." He murmurs. Blanc's face finds its way to your shoulder, hiding his red face.
You frown, but not out of disgust or anything like it. "Blanc…" You gently call out his name and he whimpers. Despite his hold on you, you grind down onto the hard-on poking your back.
He moans in surprise, head lifting up from your shoulder to look at you. His bangs stick to his face due to the sweat and you can see one of his eyes behind them. They're looking at you with surprise and there's a droplet of tear threatening to fall down.
"You're this worked up from… making out?" You hum, head tilting to the side. Blanc's lips tremble, but before he could look away, you catch his face with both your hands, making him look at you.
"I'm not upset, baby." You give him a smile and his mouth opens slightly.
"You're… n-not?" He whines. Ears flicking as you caress his cheek.
"No." You laugh. "Why don't I show you how I feel about it."
Blanc yelps when you push him down onto your couch.
