Hi Ghostie! (Ramsay) from the To Cup a Face prompt list is hilarious. Can I request Fran for a that one, please? And if you are feeling up for another, maybe (Clean) for Bianchi?
omg hii nonnie!! Thank you for asking for Fran and Bianchi y'all know I love them 2 death eek! >< I wasn't sure if your ask intended for a reader-insert scenario, a scene with the canon characters interacting, or something else, so I tried to keep it vague so one can insert a self or another character. I giggled like crazy while writing these, so I hope you enjoy!
୨୧ ⁺˳₊ ramsay; after the receiver commits a culinary crime, the sender presses two slices of bread against either side of their face, cupping their face to hold the bread in place, and calls them an idiot sandwich.
♡ Fran is notorious for making and eating weird dishes, and it’s not because he’s French and everyone else is racist—people are beginning to believe that he has pica. Chewing ice and swallowing gum is just the tip of the iceberg. In this case, his culinary crime involved some dishes that he discovered in history books. He had the audacity to bake a water pie and make a toast sandwich 1. out of pure boredom and curiosity, and 2. to fuck with people.
“Fran… what do you mean it’s a ‘water pie’?!” His colleague made air quotes to emphasize the absurdity of the concept, eyebrows raised in disbelief as they looked at the completely deadpan illusionist.
“I’m serious, it’s a dish from the great depression.. you should try it.” He replied flatly, gesturing to the pie as if to say ‘dig in!’.
“You’re messing with me.”
“I’m not.” He shrugged slightly, feigning being a victim. “If you want, you can try the toast sandwich instead.”
“Toast sandwich?!?!?!” They pause.
Fran’s eyes narrow slightly, watching his colleague take a deep breath, as if to control their anger.
“That’s it, Fran—” hands scramble to completely deconstruct the toast sandwich, which was just removing the outside pieces of bread and allowing the middle piece of toasted bread to fall to the floor unceremoniously. The mist assassin feels the dry pieces of whole wheat bread pressed against his cheeks. “You…are a fucking, idiot. sandwich.”
“You…may sample that too, if you’d like.” He blinks once as he stares at them blankly from between the slices, and then gives them the slip, disappearing into thin air.
୨୧ ⁺˳₊ clean; sender affectionately wipes a smudge of sauce from the corner of the receiver's mouth, cupping their face in the process.
♡ Bianchi’s love language is acts of service, and she absolutely adores quality time with her loved ones. She can appreciate a good coffee or restaurant date, especially if it’s a fancy location with high quality ingredients and unique presentations. The more fun food places she experiences, the more inspiration she can draw for her own cooking.
She doesn’t make it super obvious how good of a time she’s having, and is often seen sitting across from her partner with sunglasses on and what could almost be a scowl, but she just doesn’t realize how blank her face looks. The upside to this is that no one dares hit on her in public. The downside? There aren't really any. She looks good.
Her expression softens, and a low chuckle reverberates in her sternum, swan-like shoulders lifting slightly as she smiles, tilting her chin lower to peer at the person across from her over her sunnies.
“You have something,” she leans forward before finishing her thought, uncrossing her arms to reach across the table and slide her slender fingers along their jaw to cup their face, “let me get it for you.”
Extending her other perfectly manicured hand, she brushes her thumb softly over the corner of their lips, wiping off a bit of cream from the pastry they were eating. As she admires the slightly surprised look on their face, her grin grows more genuine, turning into an upside-down smile, and she snorts back another giggle.
“Th-thanks,” they mumble, blinking at her.
“Mmhm,” she hums, pleased as she wipes the pastry cream off on the napkin before grabbing the fork and reaching over at the dish in front of her partner.
“Here, I’ll feed you the last bite.”