Ikemen Revolution One Shots and Headcanons

"A Tea Party for Two" Blanc x Reader Fluff

Warnings: None

Fem!Reader

"Good Morning Oliver!" I grinned down at the grumpy boy who opened the door, "Is Blanc home?"

Oliver frowned back at me and nodded. "Yeah and I guess you're coming in, unless you plan on standing outside all day." I just chuckled, stepping into the brightly decorated home. "Dummy." Oliver grumbled as he slipped out to his workshop.

I was left to wander in search of Blanc. He wasn't hard to find, see I could smell the carrot cake cooking once I got to the dining room. "Pardon me Blanc," I called out in my cheariest voice, "I hope I'm not interrupting." I held a basket of snacks in one hand and Blanc's letter in the other.

"Of course you're not y/n! You can drop by at anytime you please, I could never turn a lady away." Blanc smiled charmingly, slipping off his oven mitts and putting on his gloves. He was wearing a baby blue apron with adorable cream accents that happened to be covered in flour.

"Yeah I guess you did," I placed my basket on the countertop, lifting off the cloth covering the baked goods inside, "And I brought some scones! Oh! And Luka made extra muffins yesterday!"

"Lovely!" Blanc grinned and clapped his hands together then he lifted up the nearby kettle, filling it up, "That should go wonderfully with the new tea I bought yesterday."

Blanc and I exchanged pleasant conversation over tea and scones while we waited for the cake to be ready. His company always put me in a good mood, a mini tea party with the White Rabbit was the perfect distraction from the organized chaos of living in an army headquarters.

"Stunning." Blanc murmured as he took a sip of green tea.

"Hmmm?" Placing my half-eaten scone down of my plate, "did you say something Blanc?"

"Ah, it's just that you look gorgeous, your smile is like a breath of fresh air in a smoke choked world." Blanc spoke in such a carefree manner, "Y/n, allow me to ammed that statement," he leaned across the table, his hand cupping my cheek, "your blush is marvelous."

I hadn't even realized that my cheeks had turned a rosy pink. "Blanc-?" Hiss gloved finger traveled over my lips, taking a crumb of scone away with them. A confident smile gracing his face, he licked the scone from his fingertip. I couldn't ignore the burning heat in my cheeks, this was way beyond Blanc's regular harmless flirting.

A deep chuckle left his throat as he poured me more tea. "Forgive me Y/n, I just couldn't help myself."