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~ why All Might is crying in a Chili’s ~

At the mention of the countess, the young woman tensed. But she didn't had time to reflect more as she felt her hands in his. Then, she found herself so close to him, and, and... She needed to keep her calm. There was no reason to be so nervous for a childish game she had started. Even if he had been the one nearly falling over her, she had been the one teasing him. The feeling of his palm upon her back was too much and not enough at the same time, and she surprised herself by leaning slighty against Julian. When he asked for a song, she first thought she had misheard him. It would have been possible since the tavern was rather lively. However, she soon realized he was being serious when she found herself in the middle of the floor. Lysandre could feel all the gazes fixated on them and she pressed herself against the doctor, reassured by the contact. 

« Julian... Are we really going to dance in the middle of all these people ? » She had always loved to dance. It reminded her of very old and foggy memories burried in the back of her mind. At this point, she wasn't sure if she had dreamt about them or if they were real but they were leaving her with strange vibes everytime they came to her mind. In those memories, she was learning how to dance, sometimes failing at being gracious, sometimes getting praised... Then she was in ballrooms, among crowds of richly clothed people gossiping and enjoying their time. It all seemed so long ago...

Her hand gently squeezed his while the other rested on his shoulder. Of course they were going to dance in the middle of the tavern ! They were both inebriated and the occasion was too good to be denied. She adressed Julian a bright smile, her cheeks flushed and her heart beating hard against her ribcage. Tonight, the young woman was finally feeling alive.

Caught in the moment, he hadn’t noticed the drips that had fallen onto her figure or he would have apologized in an instant, but now it was far too late. She had already started getting feisty with him and the doctor wasn’t one to refuse a good flirting session. He knew that she was close to Asra and he knew of her nobility status quite well, so in a way, this fueled him even further to continue her advances, to see how far she would go.

Although, nothing could have prepared him for the way she slid her hands up his chest, a visible blush that had no relation to the alcohol he had in his system crept upon his cheeks and spread to the tips of his ears. If the table wasn’t stable in place, his weight would have shifted it back with the sudden movement he had made against it as if he tried to scoot away but couldn’t; for once, he was the one trapped and embarrassed and frankly, he was no good at behaving under those circumstances. 

“Oh goodness, I suppose there is no other choice… I will have to pay for it with my body.”, wiggling his eyebrows at her, he slid his own arm around her waist as if to challenge her. To turn the situation in his favour, he cleared his throat for a bit and, although blushing, he displayed a seemingly confident grin, daring to lock his eye on her own. That did not last long when her lands had landed on his abdomen and he almost squirmed away with laughter, warning her with the way he spoke once more, although really, he had no power here and no intention to slide away. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you~”

Elephant In Your Room

Pairing: All Might/Fem!Reader

Warnings: None, unless tooth-rotting fluff is a warning

Summary: A fundraiser put on by the hero’s associations has some very interesting prizes; dates with some of the top heroes. You’ve been dreaming of a day with All Might since you were in high school. There’s nothing wrong with throwing a few tickets in the pool, right? What could go wrong?

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You had to hand it to the heros’ publicity team; their newest fundraiser was certainly bringing in a lot of money. It was a raffle to raise money for the community affected by the latest vicious villain attack. There were all the usual prizes: gift baskets, cars, all expenses paid vacations, but none of those were the real draw.

No, the exciting part was that for just $1 a ticket (or 5 for $4 ), you could have a chance to win a date with a pro hero. Sure, most of the roster consisted of newer pros, but there were enough big names on there to have people buying tickets at an alarming speed.  

Now, you scanned the list, pretending to decide where to put your tickets. Your eyes skimmed over the names: Ground Zero, Deku, Shoto, Uravity. Even older heroes like Eraserhead, Midnight, and Present Mic had decided to pitch in. All that was nice, but you knew exactly where all 25 of your tickets were going. You had purchased them yesterday after hearing a news clip in passing.

“In what shouldn’t be surprising at all to his fans, All Might himself has volunteered to join the fundraiser….”

You had tuned out after that, because your mind was suddenly filled with images and clips of you and All Might on a variety of dates. They were scenarios you had fantasized about hundreds, if not thousands of times, and now you had a chance to make them come true. Finally, you reached his name on the list, and clicked the button to “Enter All”.

With a sigh, you turned off the desktop and sat back. You knew how slim your chance was, what with the thousands of other people entering the raffle. Still, a tiny shot was better than none, and someone had to win, right? Even if you didn’t, it was still $20 towards a good cause.

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Blue eyes looked up at him when he tried to explain his gesture and the young woman smiled.

“It's more than alright. Thank you my dear.”

She nuzzled the doctor's neck, making herself comfortable against his body. This man had a heart of gold and his charming nature was making her melt. The hand caressing her back was lulling her to peace, a feeling of security enveloping her tormented mind.

“To be honest, I didn't expected this night to turn out like this.”

Julian's presence was soothing and it encouraged Lysandre to pour her heart out like all drunkards do.

“You asked what brought me here tonight… Well, Asra did. He left me behind once again and I lost it. He's important to me you know? I couldn't put a precise word on our relationship since everything is confused but we're really close and he's being very affectionate. I've always been proud to be by his side but now, I wonder how pathetic I must be for him to let me rot alone in the shop… It happens so often…”

A bitter laugh escaped her lips and she suddenly seemed incredibly fragile, huddled against Julian's tall body. This was one of the rare occasions where the woman was showing the need to feel protected. Such weakness had never been allowed in her younger years of life.

“But then, why does he keep me around if I'm being a disappointment? I don't understand. It doesn't make sense…”

She sighed, shaking her head lightly.

“ In a way, I'm very grateful for your sudden appearance in the shop. Our encounters always bring me back to life ... Being in this damned house only makes me feel empty. And tonight… Tonight has been amazing. You were so incredible I nearly forgot HIM...”

Lysandre sneaked her arms around the doctor and squeezed lightly. The alcohol was starting to lose its effect and her education was coming back to her mind, forbidding her to be any more sincere towards the fugitive.

“I'm being ridiculous. Please, forgive my inappropriate behavior Doctor Devorak. You're keeping me warm ans I take advantage of the situation… How rude of me to take such liberties.”

Her arms retreated from his waist and she brought them against her chest awkwardly.

Several long seconds that felt like hours passed by while he was admiring her more or less discreetly before he unconsciously turned his head to face her like it was no big secret anymore that he was shooting her glances. Her words completely went over his head, because in that moment, the only thing on his mind was her and her alone. What guards, what safety? The entire world was at his feet for the time being and the confidence he had towards the fact that no such incident was to impact that night negatively was easily spotted in his grin. With his usual dramatic flare, he gestured by flailing his hands in the air as he spoke loud enough for anyone else who was outside to hear.

“So, let them come! They can try to catch us, but I swear I’m invincible!”, much alike a drunkard, he let his arms fall to his sides quickly after, as if he was too tired to keep them up in the air anymore and he lowered his voice for the next utterance; he didn’t exactly want to tempt fate, no matter how confident he might have felt.

“You’re an amazing dancer, I bet you’re also fabulous at running. I am quite nimble myself, a creature of habit, you see…escaped the law for 3 years…what’s 3 years more, right?”, he chuckled for a brief moment, his laughter interrupted by her sudden shiver. Reflexively, he reached over his shoulder to grab his coat, but instead only grasped at the cold air of the night - he had forgotten his coat inside the bar.

“Ah, curses…”, he muttered to himself when he realized he did not have anything to comfort Lysandre with but his own cold body, which he knew would not suffice, but he was willing to try it out anyway. His arm wrapped around her upper back and pulled her closer to him, enough for Julian to be able to hug her to his chest, pink cheeks growing hotter by the second. Only then he realized how crude he was being by not even asking permission first, but it was too late to part from her now, it would have just been even more awkward to push her away just to pull her back in, in case she accepted his embrace. 

“Y…you looked cold, so I-…I hope it’s alright.”, he spoke quietly, exponentially more tame than before, a hand gripping at her arm while the other was warmly stroking her back. His poor heart was almost thumping out of his chest, his breathing had become irregular, as if he was trying to hold it or to slow it down, in a way that would not hinder her while her head was resting in the crook of his neck. What a fragile form in comparison to his own, and yet…he was not afraid to squeeze her in his arms, in order to make her body feel warmer and to shield it from the weather. The closer their hearts were to each other, the better Julian realized that their giddy heartbeats were in sync, which lifted some weight off his shoulders - perhaps he wasn’t being a creep after all.

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The second he started to dance, she forgot everything around them and concentrated on her stepping, making sure to follow him while avoiding missteps. It was surprising to see him managing so well in his current state. This man was full of surprises... When his breath tickled her skin, Lys felt her whole body shuddering despite the stuffy ambient of the tavern and words tumbled out of her mouth before she could stop them.

« Terrible decision or not, You have all my trust Julian »

At this point, the young woman didn't know exactly what she meant by that. Was she talking about the actual dance or about something more general ? With the alcohol running through her system, her mind was wandering too much for her liking. The smile on his lips had a lot of effect on her and she followed his rythm with a dreamy gaze. Each time he brought her frame closer to his, she flushed, enjoying the intimacy as if she had been deprived of it for decades. The other clients' stares and the smell of alcohol was long forgotten, swept away by the doctor's charming self and the care with which he was holding her. However, Lysandre wasn't prepared for his final, letting out a little gasp at first before blushing profusely. It was intimidating to be reminded of his tall person in such a personal way but at the same time, she had butterlies in her stomach just by looking at him. When the young woman saw his grin, she giggled and raised her head just enough to kiss his cheek before carefully nuzzling it with her nose.

« You're an amazing dance partner Julian... Who would have guessed... »

She murmured near his ear, letting her lips brush his skin.

"I loved it..."

“Oh, but of course we are, dear.”, Julian spoke as he carefully guided her into a slow waltz to get used to her stepping, leading for the moment, to the best of his abilities considering he was intoxicated and keeping a straight line with a back and forth movement wasn’t exactly easy. However, he was confident enough in his footing that he knew he would not step on her at any point even if he messed up the pace. Chuckling from the atmosphere of heavy anticipation that had dawned upon everyone watching, he said in a hushed tone only for her ears to hear as he leaned in dangerously close to the side of her head, hot breath bouncing against her fair skin. “I will be honest when I say that I have no idea what I’m doing, but I hope you do trust me enough to lead this time around…which would be a terrible decision on its own.”

The entire bar was staring at them while they were swaying back and forth, with him tightening the grip that he had on her while she squeezed back, a charming smile being displayed only for her eyes to see. When the song was slowing down so was their movement and when it sped up, he knew that was the time for him to help her do a twirl, holding her hand gingerly as she spun before he pulled her back into his broad chest, holding her with utmost care. His weary head had rested against her own, gazing down at her with a half-lidded drowsy eye that still managed to somehow display the excitement he was feeling. Whether this was a waltz or a tango, he did not care, he would do it all at once. She was such an intoxicating person that her feisty nature rubbed off on Julian, it made him want to do embarrassing stuff like this in the public eye and not care about the consequences. The place reeked of alcohol and here he was, trying to be romantic to the only person besides his sister that was not blaming him for a crime he did not commit. Maybe his infatuation was based on a bias or maybe it really was just some kind of strange warmth growing in his chest, something he wasn’t very familiar with, and the closer they were to each other even for an ephemeral moment in time, the more he did not want it to end. After he spun her again gracefully, he leaned forward on one of his feet and held onto her arching back; she had no chances of dropping onto the floor, Julian was holding her above it with ease. While she was being loomed over like that, he wiggled his eyebrows at her and if he could wink, he would have - for now, a wide and silly grin had to suffice.

Lysandre Samaël D’Haucourt

The apprentice with a strong artistic inclination and a tenacious hate for injustice. ♦️ Favourite food :  Vol-au-vent ♦️ Favourite drink : Irish Cream ♦️ Favourite flower : Cornflower

AKA:

Mademoiselle D’Haucourt Soeurette (by her brother) Lys

Relatives:

Alistair Millenis D’Haucourt (brother) Pierre Balthazar D’Haucourt (father) Anne - Marie D’Haucourt (Mother)

Love interest:

Julian Devorak.   When Lysandre Samaël isn’t practising magic nor creating art, she daydreams about the fugitive doctor. Since he came into her life, things became terribly exciting and she would die for him. Of course, she’s ready to investigate day and night to prove his innocence to all people of Vesuvia.

Her tarot card: XVII The Star

Personnality:

Positive :

♦️ She’s determined in everything she does, concentrating on every task with all of her being. She desires to help people more than anything

♦️ She’s a very fast learner and has a great capacity of adaptation. Even if being at the palace makes her ill at ease, she still blends in perfectly. However, she keeps in mind

♦️ She can see through many trickeries and lies. Her instincts often guide her and protect her and the ones she loves as well. Negative:

 ♦️ She’s incapable of accepting herself as she is (because of her childhood) and very often forgets herself in favour of helping others. However, while she concentrates on people’s problems, her own troubles continue to haunt her.

♦️In a moment of utter desperation, she would sacrifice herself without even thinking about it. In order to save Julian or her brother, she would be ready to destroy her own life.

♦️ She always hides her worries and pains behind a kind smile. She’s always plagued by depressiveness and old demons like self-harm are still lingering in the very back of her mind.

Birthday:

August, 29th

Zodiac sign:

Virgo

Personnality:

INFJ

Physical description:

Gender: Female Height: 5′4 (164 cm) Hair colour: Honey blond Eye colour: Grayish blue

History

Early Life: She has been raised in a noble family who reproached her to be a woman as she wasn’t a proper heir to carry their name. Because of that, her father forced her to follow both male and female education in order to overcome this "shame”. She grew up with her big brother Alistair, whom she loves dearly. Among the humiliations and negative comments, he became her strength. Very soon, she proved to have a great creativity and a certain talent for music. For a brief moment in time, she enjoyed lapses of carefree happiness with Alistair and a dog that was gifted to her. However, it didn't last long as she showed offensive magic abilities while trying to defend herself from her uncle. She became an outcast once again and her life changed for the worst. That's when she met Asra the magician who offered her to travel alongside with him in order to master her powers. She left with a heavy heart, thinking about her brother dear and how life would be empty without him. Vesuvia: She traveled with Asra during quite some time before arriving in the city of Vesuvia. There, it took her a lot of courage to start her apprenticeship among an unknown city full of people. Even if the magician was very friendly and patient with her, she was still missing some aspects of her former life.However, she adapted quickly as and when she learned more. Asra and her had become great friends by this time and she had catch a glimpse of a bright future for both of them. And then, the red plague struck... After the Red Plague: She doesn't remember much of her time with Asra in Vesuvia. Since her memory loss, life took a boring turn. She despises the moments when the magician leaves her behind in order to travel alone. Somewhere within herself, something is telling her it hadn't always been like this. Sometimes she has a fleeting thought of them travelling together. But it vanishes as fast as it came. However, she remembers well her young years of life, her brother and their home but nothing more. Now she sits quietly in the deafening silence of the little shop, helping Asra when he's here, doing her own job when he's away. She can't say she's happy but she's not utterly miserable either. She's just empty... But just when she was ready to let evrything go to waste, Julian Devorak showed up and Lysandre recovered a liking to living. He brought joy back into her daily routine, and stole her heart. She dedicates all of her efforts into proving his innocence and can't imagine a life without him. He is her guiding light in the dark horizon. Oc by me Official Background is from the arcana game (not mine!)

Dear Finn, I’m afraid I’m terribly late but I still wanted to wish you a Happy Birthday. I hope you will accept this bottle in order to party properly. Wish you all the best,

                                       Lysandre Samaël D’Haucourt.

P. S: I truly didn’t want to risk any trauma by showing up with blond hair but I didn’t have a wig... Sorry I guess? ;) @drdevorakwrites thank you for your posts and this flamboying boy , continue being awesome! :)

Lys was so proud of herself when she saw the man flush under her attentions. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to break his usual confident cover and see the real Julian hiding underneath. However, his next words sounded so inappropriate yet promisingthat it was her turn to blush profusely. Even more when she felt his arm around her waist, a warm feeling suddenly invading her. Usually, she avoided physical contacts, shying away even from her master's touch but against all odds, she found  it was terribly enjoyable coming from this tall man. So much enjoyable she nearly forgot her first plans... Drinking so much definitely wasn't a good idea.

A chuckle escaped the young woman's lips at his warning. She came even closer, ghosting her hands over his ribs in « threat ». If he wanted a challenge, he would have one. Her gaze didn't leave his as she whispered calmly, with the most sensual voice she could make.

« Oh really ? Now you make me curious...What will you do to me if I refuse to comply ? Seems like you are the one in a tricky situation Mon Cher... »

To prove her point, she tickled his sides, laughing freely. For one moment, she was herself, playing freely without being bothered Her eyes were shining of excitement, proof oh how eager she was to see how he would retaliate.

Caught in the moment, he hadn’t noticed the drips that had fallen onto her figure or he would have apologized in an instant, but now it was far too late. She had already started getting feisty with him and the doctor wasn’t one to refuse a good flirting session. He knew that she was close to Asra and he knew of her nobility status quite well, so in a way, this fueled him even further to continue her advances, to see how far she would go.

Although, nothing could have prepared him for the way she slid her hands up his chest, a visible blush that had no relation to the alcohol he had in his system crept upon his cheeks and spread to the tips of his ears. If the table wasn’t stable in place, his weight would have shifted it back with the sudden movement he had made against it as if he tried to scoot away but couldn’t; for once, he was the one trapped and embarrassed and frankly, he was no good at behaving under those circumstances. 

“Oh goodness, I suppose there is no other choice… I will have to pay for it with my body.”, wiggling his eyebrows at her, he slid his own arm around her waist as if to challenge her. To turn the situation in his favour, he cleared his throat for a bit and, although blushing, he displayed a seemingly confident grin, daring to lock his eye on her own. That did not last long when her lands had landed on his abdomen and he almost squirmed away with laughter, warning her with the way he spoke once more, although really, he had no power here and no intention to slide away. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you~”