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Ship and Anchor.

Corey x Vinny oneshot. The night he fell in love.

teehee idk man im tryin to write again. and this night always replays in my brain. it was this or the housefire 👍

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He's worried about the fisherman.

Since late afternoon the bee had awaited Vincent's return, distracted. The vibe was off... He could feel in the air that it was due to rain soon, and he couldn't imagine that boat doing so well if it turned out to be a rough storm. As it got darker he'd tried to cook some potatoes for storage and, putting out the furnace, had ignored a loose spark. It was stamped out fast, but that one moment of panic was enough to intensify his worrying.

Night fell, sky darkening with blues. Grey clouds rolling steadily over the stars. Pacing with mild buzzing as he fretted. Thoughts brewing. He tried to organise his chests to take his mind off it. Stepping outside, looking at the ocean's ever darkening horizon, feeling his yellow fuzz fluff up in the ramping humidity of the looming rain. Soon he felt the first heavy drops fall, thick splashes against his arms leaning on the fence, ushering him back in.

Vinny had never been out so late. At least, not on his own. There'd been times the homebase had been together well into night, like for campfires and stargazing, or just hanging out and chatting at each other's houses. And of course, he and Vinny had stayed up past nightfall together plenty of times before. Cozy memories, but...

Corey was worried.

As rain fell heavy against the wood of the house, he kept up his distracting movements. Rifling through the chests downstairs, looking out of the windows. Glancing at the damaged carpet, but not moving to fix it. The wild pattering sounds bringing to mind images of the fisherman sailing in such bad weather.

Another hour passed. Then two. Night still darkening the clouded sky.

Mind racing, he almost couldn't believe it when he saw a faint solid blip on the shifting waters.

All dark thoughts dashed, he ran to the door, beneath the little awning, peering out, blue eyes sheilded by his hand as he squinted to see.

It was him.

The familiar little boat came into view. White sails first in the dark, translucent with rain. Little mast, the body of the boat, wood dark, waves pelting against it - And Vinny. Soaking wet in the rain, approaching their little pier. Turning the helm fast back and forth, feathering, to slow the boat.

Corey already found himself running to the pier, having hopped over their fence without thinking. Bare feet against tamped grass path, then wet wood. After waiting hours this way, the relief made the return feel lightning fast.

The boat creaked as it pulled up to the pier. Anchor splashed into the water, it took a moment, then the vessel jerked to a halt with practiced timing. The bee in turn screeched to a slippery halt on the dock, eyes betraying his worry as the dim light from their nearby house illuminated the villager.

Clothes soaked. Thick wool heavy with water. His hair was down, a complete mess. He'd lost his hat. And as he set the boat's steering in place with a steady thunking lock, and looked at the bee on the pier, Corey could see how utterly exhausted he was.

All rush was tamped down. A soft sigh, and he held out his arms, stepping forward. Vinny, movements slow with the wash of relief, reached over too. He was pulled gently from the boat. Another sheet of heavy rain hammered down, drilling into their already wet clothes, and Corey guided him to the light of their little house.

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Vin made some murmur about getting water everywhere, stopping short as he took a step in. Corey looked back. Stars above, it was comforting and pitiful all at once. Some determined part of him pinged, seeing Vin so tired and soaked. Determined to get him sorted out.

The bee shook his head and gestured for Vin to come in anyway. Heading to the chests to grab wood, then to the furnace to start up the fire again.

As busy as a bee could be, he mumbled that he'd get Vinny some dry clothes, and for him to get warm. The poor guy'd been stood still at the doorway as Corey practically flew around to take care of him. He gave a gentle nod, and Corey zoomed up the stairs.

He didn't step in yet. Already relieved enough just being home, his movements had a steady slowness. Removing his outer coat. Then the wool sweater. Both heavy, dripping.

By the time Corey had gotten fresh clothes for him, his removed upper clothes were aside on the counter, shoes off, and he was wringing out his mess of hair by the open door. Still trying his tired best not to get the floors too wet.

Corey stopped short on the bottom step. He wasn't hurt, it seemed, so he just needed to get dry, maybe eat... Seeing his villager friend still being so considerate when he's in such a state, his heart warmed.

But he saw the man shiver, and hopped back into action.

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Not too long later, and Vinny was much more comfortable. Door shut tight, and in dry clothes. His messy hair and dark skin were still soaked with the rain, but Corey had a plan for that: The furnace, steadily crackling now.

Corey had turned respectfully away as he'd changed by the door, and as he stepped finally into the house proper, Corey stayed looking to the furnace flames. Head turning, to speak over his shoulder gently.

"You okay..?"

Vinny nodded, blinking slowly. Tired brain catching up to remind him Corey was still looking at the furnace, he hummed instead, a soft affirmative noise.

Corey stood from his kneeling position, turning to see Vin again. He looked considerably comfier now, even having a gentle smile, easing the last bit of worry in the bee to a comfort of his own. He stepped aside, gesturing to the furnace.

"C'mon. Let's get you dry."

Vinny stepped forward slowly, taking his time to sit on the dry carpet in front of the fire. Cross legged, hands reaching forward into the warmth escaping the cobble. Corey breathed out, seeing Vin's half-lidded eyes blink slowly as he warmed up.

"You hungry?" His head tilted slightly, standing at Vin's side. It took a few moments for his response, but Vin gave a small nod. Then his outstretched hands pulled into himself, turning to face the other. Voice drawn out. "Mn- You don't need to-" Too late. Corey had already dashed to their chests, bringing out some fish to cook. A gentle grateful smile cracked across his face. Corey was always so eager to help. He was sweet.

He stepped over, Vin leaning back lightly to allow Corey to put the fish in the furnace. It was salmon, too, already on a stick to cook. Thank goodness. It's hard to go wrong with salmon, and Corey himself would admit he wasn't the best cook when it came to cooking things that weren't sweet. That kind of made sense. Corey being good at making things sweet.

The bee smoothed down his shirt over his fuzz as he thought about what else he could do. Blankets? Vin might want to wait until he's fully dry... That'd mean drying his hair too.

Right. His hair. He glanced over it. Still soaked wet, with loose locks of deep red-brown and gradient black loosely bunching and curling out. Wind swept and flat. He'd wringed it out by the door, but it might have tangled even worse because of it.

Vinny leaned forward again, arms folding against his chest. He seemed to tune in to Corey's gaze, a hand lifting to run through his hair. Then wincing, as it immediately caught on tangles.

The bee knelt beside him.

"Can I..?"

The fisherman paused, processing the question. He still looked so tired, green eyes blinking slow, expression hazy. He moved without a yes or no. The softest, genuine smile, eyes closing as he shifted in front of the fireplace. Hands reached and moved his hair together at his back, then rested on his knees, and the man turned to allow the other to help.

Knelt behind him, Corey worked slow. Having done this a few times now, he didn't bother going to get a brush. One hand held the wet hair together, holding it in place so it didnt pull at the head, and his fingers worked from the blackened bottom to untangle the thick hair. Diligent and careful.

The moment was far too soft, really. Rain thundered against the house wood. Soft crackling of the fire, the orange light illuminating and highlighting them to the right. Corey could feel Vin relaxing steadily; head tilting back just a bit. Breathing steady and even. All that worry and stress melting effortlessly away, together.

Eventually, the small hands worked loose the last of the knots in the strands. Dark wet hair finally manageable again, and Vinny fully comfortable. His skin had dried now, warmth seeping across him with ease, fire and present company working in tandem. Pure sunshine, in the dead of night.

Corey ran his fingers through the length of the hair a couple more times. Absentmindedly, a soothing motion for the both of them. He heard Vin give a soft sigh. The usual urge to fiddle and braid it popped up, but he resisted, instead scrunching it gently from the bottom to bring out the curls as Vin usually did himself.

The fish was almost cooked by now, probably. He glanced to the side, keeping an eye on it, having just remembered it. Vin piped up. Corey could hear the sleepiness seeping through the slow words. "Needs another minute..."

So homely.

He let the hair alone now, Vinny turning mildly to face the furnace again as Corey stretched his own hands to dry them. Wet with rain after all the hair fixing. They could see each other in their peripheral vision. Big blue eyes blinking slow. Fisherman's head tilting just slightly to the bee's side. Both settled, for the minute needed for the food to be ready.

Corey shuffled forward, moment passing. He spotted Vince shifting back onto his knees. To allow him more room, so he could stand. Even this tired, the two were in sync.

He did, standing swiftly aside to get a plate and fork. Then on one knee, back in front of the furnace. He reached in gingerly, blowing against the hot air to allow his hand to grab the fish by the stick. It was a little hot, but it was manageable, he'd gotten better handling heat lately, with all the group's traveling to the Nether. Cooked fish on the plate. He turned to see Vinny again.

The man had moved, and was currently sat back, legs turned aside. His left arm and head leaning against the crafting table carefully, stormy green eyes barely even open. The light from the fire flickered, highlighting colours, bringing out the reds in his hair, and the dark freckles along his face.

Handsome.

The bee blinked off the thought. Moved closer on his knees, Vin's attention perking again. Eyes open, at least halfway. Sleepy enough now that everything felt fuzzy, in that lovely way where you could fall asleep anywhere.

Fork picked up, plate alongside it offered over for the other to take, and eat. A bite already on there. Corey brought the utensil and plate close to the fisherman.

Vin barely hesitated. Leaning, head tipping down easily, tilting to match the angle. Graceful. Eyes closed, loose wet hair falling to frame his face, he just. Ate the bite off the fork.

Something about that motion, that image before him, made some new feeling shoot through Corey like lightning.

He froze, eyes blinking wider. What was that..?

A pause.

And the scene continued.

Relaxing, with a breath out. Corey shrugged in his mind, shock thawing with a familiar warmth in his chest. Ah, well. Vinny's had a long day. What was the harm in feeding him. Effortless, business as usual. Admiring the scene, with that new emotion tugging at him.

There, before the flickering fire, a bee fed a sleepy villager. Storm brewing outside. Flame stoked. Anchor and ship.

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#Corey x Vinny #CorVinny #My OCs #OC Oneshot #minecraft oc #im realising how motion based my writing is rather than internal thoughts and stuff. tried to balance it #my theatre brain is acting everything out physically so its focusing on that I think #can you tell I'm attracted to Vinny. Corey brother you got a good one. Similar tastes bro fr #(literally selfships with an AU Vinny so we shouldn't be surprised)#if i could write more CorVinny and maybe TraySaph it'd be over for yall actually haha #Saph stop using commas so much challenge [Failed]

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