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xxsycamore · 1 year

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𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐁𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬. . . Blanc X MC

↬ A rainy afternoon shouldn't get in the way of Blanc's sweet teatime with Alice!

Blanc Lapin x MC (Alice) • rating: G • tags: Fluff; Rain; Tea Parties; Kissing; Magic • wordcount: 1,481•masterlist

a/n: the weather outside provoked me to start off early with the challenge 👉🏻👈🏻 this is for day 8 of Spring Showers Spring Flowers by @aquagirl1978 & @violettduchess - Prompt: Rainy Days (fluff) - special tags for @vivifucksthevillian @viohasgoneintothewoods @katriniac

"Umm, Blanc… are you sure that we should be here?"

Despite the evident concern in her tone, Alice takes another sip from her cup, enjoying her tea. This impromptu tea party came out of nowhere, but she couldn't refuse Blanc's kind offer…

She'd just come to the Civic Center awhile ago to bring Blanc his lunch, seeing as her distracted White Rabbit had forgotten it again at home… She'd made it right on time for his lunch break, but was quite surprised when Blanc asked for her company. Exiting the office in flavor of finding some place more suited for having a meal, Alice's next surprise was seeing him begin to brew tea. And then the feeling grew tenfold as Blanc began climbing the stairs to the rooftop, where the Garden is situated.

"Why yes, we're merely having some tea, I don't see the harm in that. I'd hate to get you in trouble, dear Alice, I merely wanted to enjoy your company in a place that compliments your beauty…"

Blanc stirs his tea, smiling politely and prompting her to taste the food as well. She'd made enough for him to be sated and more, and a shared meal is always a tastier meal… maybe it's because of believing in this philosophy why Alice complies and nods, returning the smile. Oh, it really is tasty!

"The table looks even bigger when the seats are empty, somehow… there's this energy about this place even when we're alone here."

Blanc hums approvingly, gracious even in his chewing. He pats over his mouth with a handkerchief, manners on point as if this really is one of those special meetings of the top officers of the two armies. Their respective flags waver slightly in the wind, standing proud on their tall poles on either side of the table.

"Aren't you feeling calm in my company, Alice?"

The question gets her off-guard, the tea cup trembling for a second in her hands. She takes another sip.

"Uh-huh! I do. Thank you for bringing me here, it's not every day that I get to enjoy tea in such a place!"

While admiring the scenery, Alice notes how the grey clouds overhead add to the beauty of it, instead of ruining it, strange as it is. It's a pretty unique feeling. Gray days are almost never pretty, but from up here it's different. The budding nature enveloping the Garden adds enough color to contrast with the sky, and the temperature is not unpleasantly low at all. It's a typical spring day.

Well, it wouldn't be one without rain. And so the rain arrives.

Plop.

"Ahh, a raindrop fell into my tea… Haha…"

Blanc's beautiful white lashes flutter and show more of the pretty color of his peach-colored eyes behind the lenses of his glasses, as his attention is drawn to the cup, after Alice's comment. He's quick to react, much to Alice's surprise, as he jumps to his feet and opens his coat to reveal a foldable umbrella… so he predicted that this might happen?

"This is no ordinary umbrella, Alice. It's one of Oliver's newest inventions, you see. I think today makes the perfect chance for us to put it to the test."

Alice blinks but is just as curious as Blanc appears to be, scooting closer to his side. Of course Oliver makes poor Blanc his test bunny that is supposed to report obediently afterwards… she can only hope the invention is harmless. Considering how much of Fenrir's infamous guns are created where this umbrella came from…

"We unfold it like this, and the magic crystal in the handle does the rest of the job!"

Blanc explains, giving himself an aura of someone who knows what he's doing. Fortunately, it goes as he says, the crystal starting to shine as the umbrella is unfolded… and it starts to grow?!

The fabric held on the metal rods stretches out until it reaches the size of a sunshade, like the ones that can be seen in one of those cute outdoor cafes in central.

"Are those… balloons?"

The worries about Blanc suddenly having to hold the weight of that large thing start to disappear as Alice observes dozens of detached balloons inflate under the umbrella, making it float graciously in the air.

"Ahh, good, it didn't fly away! Oliver's main concern was that the balloons would either be too few or too many for its mass. As always, his calculations are top notch."

As more raindrops fall, Alice feels the need to snap out of her awe and take refuge under the parasol, along with her tea cup.

"And now, we can resume our tea time."

Blanc looks at Alice and they exchange a sweet smile. The food is finished and put away, and the rain becomes but a soundtrack to the tranquil afternoon.

"Ah, Alice, please come closer. I don't want the rain to get to you, and besides, you must be getting cold."

Blanc is… offering his lap. True, the parasol is large, but Alice really does feel the raindrops hitting her arm occasionally… oh well. Maybe it won't hurt, just this once.

"If you'd excuse me…"

Ah, this is bad. Her heart is going to explode, and her lips are remaining on a thin line as she attempts to drink as if nothing is happening. The lukewarm liquid is touching her mouth but she can't take in anything, fairly sure that she's going to choke the second she does.

Blanc is warm, especially his arm that wraps around her waist. That's why the invention is so clever, leaving him with two free hands… It's convenient for holding her in place, and nothing more of course, the gentleman that he is. Alice tries to concentrate on anything that is not him, in order to keep her sanity.

Nearby, the blossoming trees are standing tall in the spring shower as it starts to fall with more vigor upon them from the skies.

"Aww, I feel bad for the little buds. They're so fragile, and the rain is so strong."

Blanc follows her line of sight, chuckling softly. The sound of his laugher is more prominent when she's that close, and it sounds way more melodic too.

"They're going to be alright. Nature has its ways. Besides, they're just like you."

"?!"

Alice turns to look at Blanc, not realizing how he'd leaned closer to see better. Their faces are millimeters apart.

"Fate gave you strong rains, yet you held your head high and blossomed after each one. You're strong, Alice. And beautiful, too. You bring spring to Cradle."

Each word makes Alice's head spin more as she finds herself lavished with sweet words… she knows Blanc means each one of them deeply, his usual gentlemanly smile looking a tad more serious now. She's going to explode if he doesn't kiss her right this instant.

"Can I kiss you?"

Yes! Yes!

"Please."

Blanc's chuckle is barely audible, but she can feel it as he presses his lips to her. First, the stretch of his mouth in that sweet smile, then the parting of his lips. She eagerly answers, melting into the sweet-tasting kiss.

Blanc's lunch break draws to an end, much to their dismay. Raindrops start to fall seldom from the skies, like spring showers do, and Blanc outstretches an ungloved hand beyond the margins of the parasol to check. He then folds the umbrella, but still hurries inside with Alice, tea set safely collected as he insists he could take care of that.

"Ahh, I still worry about raindrops getting on the frames of my glasses… Do you think I can ask Oliver to create mini-umbrellas for them?"

Alice lets out a snort that grows into audible laugher, imagining how silly it would look like… but if she can find something charming in that, then the inventor surely wouldn't, and it won't go without some rude remarks. But oh well, maybe the kind heart he hides somewhere deep within would dictate the words "Fine, you stupid rabbit, ridicule yourself if you want to, I'll see what I can do."

"Anything that prevents you from taking off your glasses to wipe them and thus leaves you vulnerable is a good idea, Blanc…"

Going down the stairs with Blanc, the record keeper suddenly stops and looks and looks at her.

"I don't mind the rain, if it makes my dear little blossom show her beautiful, true colors."

With a finger behind his lips, a silent gesture to shush her, Blanc joins his colleague Mousse who seems to have used his own lunch break to its fullest, relishing in his favorite pastime of napping. At least that's what the lines on his face tell. Maybe Alice can too use a nap right now, because all that happened this afternoon felt like a dream, and it was one that ended too fast…

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ikemen-obssessed · 8 months

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oliver’s route is so wholesome i cry

#ikemen revolution #ikerev #fenrir godspeed #sirius oswald #jonah clemence #edgar bright #kyle ash #oliver knight #ikerev oliver #ikemen revolution oliver #blanc lapin #ikerev blanc #ikemen revolution blanc

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secretsandwichwonderland · 2 years

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Ok, so I purchased the 6th Blanc birthday story in the JP server, and because apparently we aren't getting his route I would like to share a little bit of information about Blanc's past that is revealed:

⚠️ SPOILERS FOR BLANC'S 6TH BDAY HISTORY BELOW ⚠️

(idk how to put the read more thingy here in the app sorry if it looks weird)

We already knew that Blanc used to have magic right?

Well, in the birthday story, Blanc tells MC that he was born with magic, and that he was kidnapped to be used as a test subject by the magic tower because of it. He resisted and ran away.After this he started to hate his own powers and tried to get rid of them, he successfully sealed them but something went wrong.

And that's were Blanc's time "stopped" for him. He tells MC that it's already been 100 years since that happened (We finally have a cannon age for Blanc! Although I used to think that he was older than 100 but whatever, he is one hundred twenty-something years old I suppose) and that he doesn't understand how that came to be.

“I thought this was my punishment for completely denying the ‘gifts’ I was born with.”

"No matter how much you don't like yourself, you can't escape from yourself"

"But I tried to take it easy by cutting off a part of me. And then that part of me took revenge."

He then starts to talk about how you cannot escape from yourself (🥲), from the talents you were born with and that he tried to take the easy way out, and that's why he was 'punished'. Tells MC to not be sad, because he wasn't alone, he had and continues to have wonderful friends, the only difference is that he had to say goodbye more than the average person.(😭😭😭)

And what comes next completely breaks my heart:

MC: "There.... must have been someone important to you among them, right?"

Blanc:Well... That might have been the case. But...

Blanc: It's been so long ago, that I've forgotten their faces and voices...

In the ending, Mc promises to help Blanc "move" his time again, we don't get answers as to why Blanc traveled to London in the first place nor anything else.

I will end it here or else I'll end up summarizing the entire bday story ... But if someone is doubting if purchasing it or not, go for it, it's the nearest we'll get to Blanc's route, and it has its fluffy moments too, not a kiss, but it's fine..For moments I forgot that I was reading his bday and thought that it was his route, I think it was on purpose, maybe a scrapped scene from his route? Something to give us closure?Who knows..I really want to translate it and post it here but idk, maybe not out of respect for cybird and also English is not my first language so there might be things that could be translated better and my japanese understanding.. Is even worse haha, but we'll see,maybe I could post a more detailed summary or something else if someone is interested!

#ikerev #ikerev blanc #ikemen revolution #ikemen revolution blanc #blanc lapin #ikerev jp #ikerev spoilers #please sign the petition

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sadisticbutterfly · 1 year

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How am I supposed to sleep at night knowing Blanc Lapin's never going to get a fucking route

#ikemen revolution #ikerev #ikemen revolution blanc #blanc lapin #tears are streaming down my face as i type this

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soulless-angel25 · 2 months

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AGHAHH

#ikemen revolution #cybird ikemen #Ikemen Revolution Blanc

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katriniac · 2 years

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Not sure if y'all caught Cybird's Insta-live last night (they archived it so you can rewatch if you want), but Hiroto leaked the news of which Revo route is next:

Dalim.

That's right, one of the new guys.

Not Blanc, who was the VERY FIRST PERSON YOU MEET.

Not Blanc, who is the last character in the "Act 1" set to get a route before the 3 new LIs were introduced.

I feel like ranting.

Is that okay?

I hope that's okay.

I don't usually carry my venting to social media or anywhere public.

But ... maybe my filter and/or inhibitions are weakened right now because of poor sleep and stress. So here we are, airing grievances on Tumblr like a teenager.

Blanc is my favorite character in Ikemen Revolution.

I will not turn this post into a fangirling session about him. Suffice it to say ever since I first downloaded the game and read the prologue, Blanc has been the person whose route I have been looking forward to the most.

I have been waiting with trepidation for a new route announcement ever since Harr's route came out because that meant only Blanc was left. But I had a bad feeling about it. I knew it'd be the moment when we see whether they will release someone new before Blanc.

And they did.

This is ... disappointing.

☹️

Consider for a moment:

It would be as if IkeVamp had released Vlad before Comte, or IkeSen had released Motonari before Sasuke.

If they did that, you'd be shocked, right?

Someone new from the second act is getting released before the "tutorial boy", the first kind face MC sees in the prologue, the one who is responsible for bringing her to another world.

Why are they breaking precedent?

Ughhhhhh

😑

I really was hoping for Blanc to be next. But at this rate, since he's keeping the big secret about Levi, we most likely won't get his route until all the sequels have been released.

*marks her 2026 calendar for Blanc's route*

I've been waiting since summer of 2018 for him. Four years. What's another four? 😅🥲🙃🥺

*quietly throws a tantrum*

I should be happy they are releasing new routes in Revo, because that means they are still invested in the game's success and continuation. You know what I'm talking about. It's been starting to feel like the Midnight Cinderella situation all over again, isn't it? 👀 Just little hints. But I'm pretty sure there's someone reading this, thinking "Yeah, whew! It's a relief to see they are putting out new content still. I was getting worried..."

I should be happy for Dalim fans.

I should be excited to read new lore about the world, and see more of the inner workings and secrets of the Magic Tower.

But I'm salty instead.

I wanted Blanc.

I want my glasses-wearing hard-working absent-minded charming and intelligent long-suffering lonely immortal.

I want to comfort him and romance him and help him stop feeling sad and alone.

He deserves his happy ending. He's waited so long for it.

Okay, maybe this post ended up having some fangirling after all. My poor bunny is always last in the elections, and he doesn’t deserve it! 😭

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yukkins64 · 2 years

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I'm only going off of Twitter's translate but-

Original tweet:

#ikemen revolution #ikemen #ikemen kakumei #ikemen series #ikerev #otome #ikemen revolution blanc #ikerev blanc #blanc lapin

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mrsclemence · 2 years

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Hogwarts Houses for Ikemen Revolution guys PART 3

Civilians

Blanc Lapin

About Blanc: “You’re ‘friendly’ with everyone, it’s true. But you don’t ever form real connections.”

Oliver Knight

“London is boring. Everyone is just slogging their way through their unoriginal, tedious lives. Cradle, on the other hand, is full of wonders. All kinds of curiosities that stimulate the mind and spirit!”

Loki Genetta

“I just love to pique the curiosity of others — drawing them in. But, well, when they get too interested, it’s a bit of a killjoy.”

Harr Silver

“I’m the Joker — a stray card that doesn’t belong anywhere. Loneliness is my long time companion.”

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acosmicblizzard · 2 years

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Okay so can someone please send me scs of the background cgs of Blancs house in ikerev cause my neurodivergent ass just got the motivation to make his house in the Sims 4 then make both him and Oliver to the best of my possibilities without mods

#ikemen series #cybird ikemen #ikemen revolution #ikerev #cybird #ikeseries #ikemen cybird #cybird ikemen series #ikemen revolution blanc #ikemen revolution oliver

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cloudcountry · 4 months

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SUMMARY: to blanc, you are the change he needed, and your pressing secret won't change that.

WARNINGS: mentions of mortality, blood. Vampire stuff.

COMMENTS: ok ok so @vivislosingitagain here is my thought process YOU like biting people and sucking their blood so YOU are a vampire. and HEY GUESS WHAT vampires are IMMORTAL kind of. and im pretty sure blanc is really fucking old so i think mortality angst would work great with him BUT WHAT IF HIS PARTNER WAS AS OLD AS HE WAS AND BIT HIM. that's the post.

also im so sorry if blanc is out of character i have seen this man three times in the routes ive played + the prologue oops.

It’s a clear night. The stars are bright in the sky, just as they were hundreds and hundreds of years ago. Blanc doesn’t know if they’ll ever change, but he takes comfort in their consistency. They’re stationary, unmoving, unshifting, just like him. He’s always been in Cradle, long enough to see the shattering of bonds between the armies and the first Alice fall. He’s seen the skirmishes and the blood and the carnage.

And he’s seen you, the one who followed him into the rabbit hole and into Cradle.

He remembers thinking you were cute. He remembers Oliver scolding him for speaking his mind, and he remembers you tearing your eyes away from him, a shy smile on your lips. You’ve always been alluring, in a way he never anticipated, and it makes him wonder if someone from the Land of Reason can really be magical like the people of Cradle.

It’s no use though—he knows the passage of time will take you away. He knows love (what he feels for you, there’s no doubt about it) is a powerful force, but it cannot break the way the sun and moon rise and fall, it cannot stop the stars from dying light years away, it cannot stop your inevitable aging.

He knows this, and yet he can’t let go. He greets you in the morning with a soft pat on your head, leaning over your bed as you stretch and yawn. His gaze softens when you rub your eyes and look over at him, and you’re looking at him like he’s the only thing you ever want to see.

He’s so selfish—he wants so badly for you to only look at him.

For someone so keenly aware of how mortal you are, he knows he's being awfully flippant about it. It’s the folly of man, to be so foolish as to yearn, but there’s always the possibility that fate will take pity on his poor soul and listen to its cries for his love to stay.

And so, the next night, a night that should be no different from any other, he breaks his routine. He keeps you up late, chatting over tea as the full moon rises in the sky, asking you if you want to go home. He watches you as you go quiet, your previously bright smile fading into a thoughtful frown. You’re staring into your tea as if it can give you the answer, and Blanc hopes the tea will give you the same answer he would.

I wish you would stay. I wish you would stay with me. I wish you would think I’m worth it. I wish that if I had to be hurt then you would be the one to hurt me because I’ve never loved anyone like you and I doubt I ever will. I wish you would be the one to thrust this dagger into my heart so fate doesn’t have the chance.

“...I want to stay with you.” you say, and Blanc knows you’re hiding something from him but he can’t bring himself to ask when you already look so worried.

“Are you sure?” he asks, reaching across the table to place a hand on yours.

Your head jerks up and you meet his gaze with parted lips—almost like you want to tell him but are far too scared.

“You can tell me anything.” he stresses, squeezing your hand gently.

“I’m not...” you purse your lips, looking away again as you choose your words carefully, “I’m not having doubts about staying here, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

Blanc holds back his sigh of relief in favor of another inquisitive glance. Your brow furrows and he knows you feel his stare, your cute canines poking at your lower lip as you gnaw on it pensively.

“I have a secret I don’t think I’m ready to share yet.” you say softly, turning back to him, “I will someday. I just...need time.”

Blanc laughs, a sound that's full of relief and love and sounds like the wind chimes that hang in your no longer temporary bedroom’s window, the ones that have been there since you came and will be there when—if—you leave.

“Darling.” he breathes, staring straight into your eyes with so much love, “I have all the time in the world.”

The full moon sinks beneath the horizon and the sun comes up again. The teacups from the night before have been cleaned and placed back on their shelves, and the cake you two cut slices out of remains in the fridge. There are still traces of you within the house—your skincare is still in the bathroom, your toothbrush is next to his, and your chair still has a cushion of your favorite color. None of those things have been removed because you didn’t leave.

You’re still in your bedroom, sleeping soundly, but this time Blanc is there with you, his arms wrapped around you. His body is tangled with yours, your legs intertwining as the bed sheets knot themselves around your limbs. Your head is resting right over his heart, the part of him that’s pounding away for you. Gently, he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and stares down at your sleeping face, the face that shows him all of your thoughts and emotions, the face that belongs to the person who loves him enough to stay.

He wakes you up with a kiss on your forehead, a kiss on the bridge of your nose, a kiss on your left eyelid and a kiss on your right, a kiss on your jaw—

He sighs when you start to stir, propping yourself up on your elbows. The bed sheets fall off your body like water cascading down the side of a cliff, and your bleary eyes have never looked more beautiful. He lays there, admiring you in the morning light as the wind chimes chime, the soft breeze from the cracked open window ruffling through your hair.

You shiver.

“Darling,” Blanc calls, placing a hand on your shoulder, “Good morning.”

You smile when you turn to look at him, and you allow yourself to fall back against the mattress next to him.

“Good morning.” you murmur, your nails tracing the curve of his cheekbone before tucking a strand of hair behind his ear, “You look so handsome.”

Ever the charmer, he’s rarely been charmed himself. And so he does the only thing he deems appropriate, and thanks you with a kiss on the back of your hand.

Weeks pass, and Blanc finds himself growing into this new routine. You're a sign of change, that he knows for sure. His own room remains vacant for the most part unless you decide to pull him into his room instead of your own when you’re ready for bed. It makes no difference to him where you go, only that he can follow you like the lovesick fool he is.

Except you’re not leading him to either of your bedrooms tonight.

You’re leading him outside, under the pale moonlight and into the chilly nighttime breeze. He looks up at the full moon and holds your hand a little tighter.

“Thank you for giving me time.” you say, the wind swelling as it passes between the two of you and further into the night, “I’m ready to tell you what I’ve been hiding from you now. It’s...not fair to keep it from you any longer.”

“I understand,” he smiles softly, cupping your cheek, “Go ahead.”

“I’m a vampire.” you say, and it takes his brain a few moments to catch up, “I’ve...found it hard to get blood in Cradle but since meeting with Kyle’s he’s managed to get me blood when I need it. I don’t like drinking from animals or people but it...has to be done for me to stay alive.”

Blanc’s brain is whirring as you spill your guts to him, your mouth moving faster and faster as you explain how despised vampires are in the Land of Reason, how people view them as monsters and how you’re certain you’re cursed.

Cursed. What a funny word to say to him.

“Is that why your canines are so sharp?” he blurts, leaning closer to your face.

You stop talking, bending backward just a bit at his sudden closeness.

“I—I’m sorry, what?” you ask, looking confused.

“Ah, well....I always thought they were cute.” he smiles kindly, brushing his thumb over your cheekbone.

“I...” you blink owlishly before shaking your head in disbelief, “Blanc, I just told you I’m a vampire.”

“Indeed you did.”

Your mouth falls open as if looking for the right words to say, and yet you come up with nothing.

“You can feed from me if you wish. I don’t want you to suffer any longer.” he offers like its the most natural thing in the world.

Still, you say nothing.

And then he murmurs your name, as soft as the flower petals brushing against your ankles.

“I don’t want to use you like that. I don’t want you to be a food source for me.” you grit your teeth, staring at the ground like you couldn’t be more ashamed, “I don’t want to be the monster the Land of Reason made me out to be.”

“You’re not. I give myself to you willingly, and I'll do it over and over again.” Blanc murmurs, hands slipping away from you.

It takes you a moment to realize he’s slowly undoing the buttons on his shirt, leaving his collarbone open to the nighttime breeze and your eyes.

“My love.” he opens his arms for you and his shirt slips off his shoulder, leaving his skin vulnerable—

“I give myself to you.”

And he pulls you into his chest, as he whispers words of love telling you that you can bite him, drink from him, take all that you need and that it will be okay because he’d give you everything if you asked for it, and that you changed his life for the better, you brought springtime’s flowers and winter’s shimmering ice and summer’s warm sunlight and autumn’s delicate, beautiful leaves to a life that was so repetitive and boring until you arrived—a life that belonged to the man you see before you but not anymore because its yours and it will always be yours.

Tears prick your eyes as you kiss his skin, worshiping each freckle and small scar you can reach. Your canines poke insistently at his skin and you ignore the urge for one, two, three, four, five seconds before your mouth opens and you bite down, hoping the small gasp that leaves his lips isn’t one of pain. You’re careful not to take too much but it tastes so good and who knew drinking from the one you loved could make you feel so happy and full.

Blanc looks up at the moon as you feed, happiness and adoration blurring his vision as he thinks about you, you who trusted him enough to bite him, to tell him who you were, you who stayed behind for him even though you could have left.

He stares up at the moon and sighs because he’s in love. He’s in love with you.

And after you’re done, after you pull away and lick the puncture marks to soothe them, after you press a dozen more kisses to his skin, Blanc still loves you. His blood is smeared around your mouth but he pulls you in anyway, kissing you with everything he has because you deserve nothing less than that.

And he loves you.

Over and over again, he loves you.

He doesn’t know how long he’ll be aging or how long you will have by his side, but he knows that if you will forever be his constant, he’ll come out okay in the end.

#auburn talks ikerev <3 #auburn's fics <3 #blanc lapin #ikerev blanc #ikerev blanc x reader #blanc lapin x reader #ikerev #ikemen revolution #cybird

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spoopy-fish-writes · 2 years

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| One in the same

Suitor(s): Blanc

TW: Mortality mentions, death mentions, illness mentions, injury mentions and some very minor angst relating to it

Genre: Fluff

Notes: Gender neutral MC || Immortal MC || This is for me only, I'm gatekeeping him because he is my beloved before he is a character in ikerev || @orangejuice707 @vio-simps-for-purple-characters and of course @vivicomplains you may have 1 of these every day unt I have exhausted my extensive supply

Blanc looks at you like he can't believe that you exist.

He's been alive for so long, so long that he's seen the Black and Red armies come to peace and then fall apart in war; so long that he was there for the coming of the first Alice and then the one after her and the one after her. So long that he's still there, still keeping record of events that he's lived through, events that almost no one else can relate to experiencing.

It's been so long that he doesn't remember the fear of illness, fear of injury, fear of death. So long since he's been cursed to continue to watch over Cradle, so long since he'd fallen in love with the first Alice and watched her, like so many others, disappear from his life.

He's so sociable, one that no one could dislike even with his unusual quirks and his airheadedness, but he never truly feels like he isn't alone.

There had never been anyone that could relate to the feeling of always feeling so disconnected from the world, having such a huge part to play in it as he watches and aids in sealing away people who are too powerful for their own good and tearing down those who will not be sealed but never feeling like he was truly a part of it because he couldn't share so many of the experiences that they could.

Until you.

Your existence feels too good for him, something so good that he can't believe that it could ever happen to him.

You smile and he gets to live with the knowledge that he'll keep being able to see you smile. That your smile won't wither away like so many others. That he has someone that he can hold on to and doesn't have to claw away at the hands of time to try and keep with him.

That he can keep you, love you, because you share the same burden as him.

You've lived a similar life, never being able to move on and living in a cycle that you too thought you were alone in. You could understand him. You could understand each other.

When he smiled at you, his eyes didn't hold a bittersweet edge in knowing that he would have to savour his moments with you.

And when he stared, it wasn't because he wanted to ingrain your image into his memory, into his heart so he may never forget it. It was pure admiration.

Disbelief. Awe.

Hope.

Like you were some kind of shining like from above that would never leave his side. Like he needed to keep looking at you to make sure that you were real and his.

"You know, if you keep staring so much, I'm going to start getting self conscious." You lift your gaze from your book to look at him with a teasing smile and Blanc just laughs in response, warm brown eyes never leaving you.

"I don't think anyone as perfect as you should have any reason to feel self conscious."

Your smile softens and so does his as you shake your head with a huff of a laugh. "As if I'm not the lucky one in meeting you."

"In that, my dear, I believe we're one in the same."

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𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒 [𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝]

↬ 🐰 You dominate Blanc, and he enjoys every second of being your little fuckbunny.

Blanc Lapin x Gender Neutral Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Dom!Reader; Sub!Blanc; Blanc Tops; Spanking, Degradation, Master/Pet, Creampie, Multiple Orgasms, Crying (Dacryphilia), Orgasm Control; Praise kink; Pet play; Sexual Roleplay; Bunnyplay; Oral sex; Hair Pulling; Overstimulation; Object insertion (implied) • wordcount: 1,316 • masterlist

a/n: Happy Easter! Regardless if you celebrate or not, you're welcome to enjoy this Easter bunny as you see fit <3

"Fuck me harder, you filthy rabbit!"

Smack! The sound of your hand meeting Blanc's nice round ass resonates throughout the empty rooms of the house, followed by a pathetic noise produced somewhere deep in the man's throat.

You raise your legs higher, practically folding yourself in two to offer your hole to be thrusted into as deeply as he'd go - no, as deeply as you command him to thrust. Your position perfectly allows reaching to the man's already reddening ass, ready to inflict more discipline when needed.

Blanc's speed increases as he obediently follows the command, making you throw your head back. You can't help but moan at the way his cock pistons in and out of you in the desired way, much like a sex toy belonging solely to you. Though, the naughty rabbit attached to this sex toy seems to be enjoying it more than you.

"Haa...Hahh! I'm going to cum again, Master!"

You click your tongue even if your mouth stays open after it to spill more sounds of pleasure, your body tensing instinctively at the promise of another portion of cum disposed deep in you.

"You truly ARE like a rabbit, aren't you?! Am I really going to see you all spend and milked dry by the end of the night or are you going to fuck me until I pass out before that?"

Your little fuckbunny babbles something, indicating he MEANS to give you a reply...whoever, the movement of his hips takes control of the coherent part of his brain, rendering him useless to do anything more than to thrust into you. The smacking noises of flesh meeting flesh are almost as loud as his groans are, and the symphony of the two combined is quite to your liking.

When his cock starts twitching inside you, you wrap your legs around him tight, forcing his movements to a halt when he's as deep as he can go - the splash of his hot essence is not something you want to miss out in the rapid thrusting his body tells him to do.

"M-Master... Master..."

You let out a glorious hum, rolling your own hips to enjoy him to the fullest... it's the small sniffing noise that comes to your ears that makes you finally open your eyes.

"Are you crying, bunny? It must feel veeeery good to be squeezed and milked by my hole, huh? Now, I can think of another thing I want to see you do for me, and if you do good, maybe I can let you control your own orgasm, just this once!~"

You tap his nose with a finger, moving to take his glasses off. He doesn't question you beyond the confused sound he makes, probably glad that your face is in close proximity to make something out of your expression...else, he'd have to judge your approval or therefore lack of, in other ways.

Well, soon he'll have to.

You push him back by the chest, and he withdraws quickly, frowning at how he can't even witness the sight of your hole leaking with his cum...and he gave you a lot too. If he could turn your attention to it, he would've earned himself some praise, since he figured you wanted just that.

However he's not away from you for long. The next time you tug him in close, his head is pushed down - until he finds it between your parted thighs.

"A gentleman like you does this sort of thing best~!"

Snatching a pillow to prop your back comfortably against, you stare lovingly at Blanc's expression. He pouts at your words but doesn't deny you - you wonder if he is THAT eager to serve his master. Paired with the clear rose-gold of his irises unblocked by the frames of the glasses, you simply gawk at him.

It's almost a shame that he has to push his face so close to the hot center of your spread legs that those eyes fall shut immediately.

"Oh my god-"

The naughty sounds of his licking fill your head as wave after wave of pleasure is rushing through your body. You should tell him to slow down but he really is too cute of a sight to do that, even at the cost of your hypersensitivity. And even if your orgasm approaches too soon, fueled by the earlier heated round... what of it? You can think of plenty of ways to recover while focusing on your little lapin's pleasure.

Groaning in an almost annoyed manner, your hands shoot up to Blanc's messed up hair, grasping two chunks of it in your fists.

"Since— Ahhh— Since you don't have actual long f-fluffy bunny ears, I'm going to have to pull you by your— hair like that...!"

Blanc gasps, opening one eye to look at you as he keeps the tip of his tongue poking out and servicing you.

" 'm sowry-"

"Shut up and keep going, bunny! I'm close..."

You tug him closer this time, barely not leaving any room for breathing. He seems to be fine, and besides, with how much he's moaning, you're guessing he has just enough air to work with. The pretty tuffs of white hair are poking from your balled fists, and you smile a little at how cute he looks like that, rabbit-like or otherwise.

"Oh yeah... just like that..."

Blanc uses his mouth on you with vigor, savoring your taste and having his mind set on bringing you to the same cloud nine he's been frequenting since putting his lucky rabbit paw into this bedroom.

He puts his heart to the task, moreso than you could take, and you let the gradually building pleasure finally peak - as if teaching your own body about discipline, you dance around that edge while committing the sight of Blanc's face to memory, savoring the relief of finally letting go.

Instead of the serene easing that the release of this pressure promises, it's like electricity running throughout your body instead - merciless and vapid, legs trashing about and throat burning with a near scream.

"Haah! Blanc— Blanc I'm-"

He continues working his mouth on you, bluring the line between selfless and selfish - for whom's pleasure is all of this? Even after the last drop of your high is disposed on his tongue, he doesn't let go - no, not with naughtiness, indeed without any naughtiness at all - his moans are still of someone servicing under a command, lewd and also cute, if your hazy mind can judge that much.

"Ahhhhhhhh..."

Your body grinds back against him as a new pleasure builds up - only to peak in another couple of seconds, hot and full of liquid against Blanc's mouth.

Only then he stops, and withdraws.

His jaw is glistening with the proof of your pleasure as he looks up at you - and his brows are a little furrowed, like he's putting effort into making out your lustful gaze without the aid of his glasses. He knows what he sees.

"Haha... see, Master, we are going at it like rabbits, but it's not just me who—"

"Oh you stupid white rabbit! You were supposed to be so sex-hazed you cannot even speak right! I'm going too easy on you..."

Well, getting him to cum again and again has been fun and all, but not getting him to cum certainly holds its own charms. Shuffling through a drawer of your nightstand, you take out something and clasp a hand over your mouth not to gasp, or chuckle.

Blanc sees an item introduced in the scene, alas, his sight is too bad to fixate it accurately. He blinks and widens his eyes at the familiar combination of orange with a patch of green...but what are his favorite carrots doing in such a heated sex session?

"Master, what are you going to do with this big carrot? Is it real? Master?"

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