Cat NO Likey!

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Heartbreaking habitat devastation in Australia.

Everything had been going extremely fast for Lysandre's brain. In no time she had found herself trapped under the doctor and was left at his mercy – not that she complained. The feeling of his bare hand on her skin was sparking a devouring fire inside of her body. If he wasn't  guilty for burning the count, he would surely be for setting her whole being aflame. A short gasp left her mouth when his palm reached her breast and her breath  shortened considerably. How many nights had she dreamt of a moment like this?  The young woman had lost the count, not very fond of dwelling on things that would never come true. But now, she had him and this idea combined with his attentions tore a light moan from her throat. And then, then he said what she had been dying to hear for so long... These words which could make her heart melt... She was so happy she could have cried. Instead, watery blue eyes searched for the doctor's gaze, looking at him with unadulterated adoration.

“Gods above, I don't want to behave right now... A-and I don't want you to behave either. “

A short exhale left her while she pulled him closer. Her own next words made Lys blush profusely . She hated how desperate she sounded but it couldn't be helped... She loved him.

“Please, please Julian... I need you so much! Please...”

Shaky hands tugged his shirt out of his pants before sneaking their way under the fabric.to caress his skin. Careful not to scratch him with her nails, the apprentice explored his back, committing each little detail to memory. If he had regrets and decided to leave after the night, she would still be able to remember this magic moment. For someone who lost many memories, it was crucial to have new one to cling to.

“Y-your skin is so soft...”

She didn't really expected these words to tumble out of her mouth and she busied herself unbuttoning his shirt to escape her own embarrassment. As soon as the piece of clothing was open, pale fingers pushed it off his shoulders, gliding down the length of his arms to finally get rid of it. Then, she took a moment to admire the man who stole her heart.

The fingers exploring his skin managed to make him shudder and let out a soft gasp, muffled by her lips as she stole a kiss from him. Why was he trying to leave earlier, again? No answer could be provided by his currently vacant mind, which was too entranced by her every word and action to even be able to come up with a quick answer to her questions - and then, he simply smiled at her proposal, but it was his usual mischievous smile, sign that he was once again calm and he had managed to let go of his worries, at least for a while.

“I don’t know how you do it, but… when it comes to you, I simply…”, he spoke in a slow, hushed, loving tone as his hand wandered off to her chin, which he had grabbed in order to pull her closer. The sentence was never finished, because as soon as their lips met, Julian pushed hungrily against the warmth of her mouth, hand sliding back into her hair to hold her close, his other one squeezing the small of her back tightly, as if he was scared that she would disappear at any second. He closed his eye and continued his crusade of lingering, passionate kisses until he had eventually ran out of breath and had to stop, excited panting escaping his lips while he futilely tried to regain what little composure he still had. 

Cheeks flushed and hands shakier than he wanted to admit to, he pushed her off with a grunt only to pin her down under him, towering over her, his weight impudently trapping her underneath his large form. Their legs were entangled, a knee placed in between hers so he could fit above her. In frustration, he threw his other glove off too and let his bare skin touch her own, allowing his fingertips to curiously explore the tenderness of her neck, to stroke and push her skin along with utmost care. His intrusive index finger traced the middle of her throat down to her clothed chest, stopping above her heart once he had felt her pulse, resting his palm on her breast. It had made him blush terribly when he realized that he practically just groped her, his own pulse moving to his cheeks as he swallowed dryly.

Their gazes met briefly, an exchange of glances of two people who were obviously in love, although one of them was too clumsy to say it out loud, afraid of what the future might hold. Every time he tried to confess, the three words got stuck in his throat and they sounded just like pathetic whines and even now, he was trying so hard to do it with the same unsatisfactory results. To gather courage, he took in a deep breath and leaned in closer to her face, going past it to her ear. A shaky exhale left his mouth, hot breath tickling her skin as he wrapped his lips around her earlobe. All that she could hear were his soft, satisfied grunts while his tongue and teeth explored the softness of the area, his hand caressing her chest through the fabric. The other one had remained entangled in her hair for a while before he retracted it to be able to cup and stroke her cheek, caressing her endlessly. 

The licks and bites turned into soft kisses quickly after and his breath had calmed down enough for him to be able to form words. Julian managed to whisper a soft “I love you” into her ear as he nestled his forehead into the side of her head, nuzzling her golden hair to his heart’s content. Even when he was practically crushing her under his weight, it did not feel like they were close enough, never enough.

“Tell me if it’s too much, I promise I’ll behave…”, he purred with a chuckle to let her know she could stop him at any time, but for the time being, he continued to shower her in warmth and affection. “…But you don’t have to behave around me, if you don’t want to.”, he continued in the same flirtatious manner, stroking her cheek with his thumb as he lifted himself enough to be in her field of vision, a wide grin plastered on his otherwise flushed expression.

Lys, I hope you're recovering well. I dropped by to remind you that you're an amazing girl and that I loved you very much!!! Even if people don't see their luck, I certainly see mine! Thank you for motivating me every day! I hope to see you soon with a huge smile on your face! ♥♥♥XOXO ♥♥♥

Oh thank you Sweetie! What an adorable message! Things are okay here and I'll go back home soon. Let's keep each other updated to see when we can meet :) Thank you for your kindness Dear! xoxo ~-Lys

She didn't have enough time to stop him before the whole place drown in chaos. She watched all the drunkards fight with wide, curious eyes. Since the shop was always a quiet place, the blond woman wasn't used to such pandemonium. There was something exciting in watching the brawl from afar. Her life had come to such a dull state that even the smallest thing changing her habits was welcomed with open arms.Blue eyes scanned the crowd with interest before turning to Julian at the sound of his voice. But, as she was going to answer him, someone suddenly drenched him in alcohol. If she didn't dare to laugh at first, the moment she felt the drips touch her, she broke down into childish giggles.

« You dare to splash me Doctor ? You must know this affront won't go unpunished right ? »

Feeling terribly playful, she approached him with a feline gait, predatory eyes gleaming in sheer amusement. The drinks she had were starting to really affect her and the boundaries she always forced upon herself had dissipated from her mind. Once close enough for their bodies to brush, she planted her gaze in his, her hands coming to rest on his chest. In the back of her mind, a little voice was shouting how wrong this situation was. In less than an hour she had besmirched her family's code of conduct and thrown etiquette out of a window.Was it really important at the moment ? No one knew her here, nor her social status. The feeling of Julian's form under her palms was making her giddy and for once she decided to be herself.

« No answer... Cat got your tongue ? »

Lysandre let her hands glide downwards very slowly, shooting him a flirty smile to distract him. If she remembered well, the good doctor was ticklish and she was dying to try it.

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Her first reflex was to shoot this nuisance a furious stare but, as her eyes set on him, recognition hit her. So when he wasn’t breaking in her shop, he was getting drunk… What an amazing schedule. A sigh escaped her lips as she eyed him disaprovingly.

“Julian… Are you really drunk enough to be unable to recognise me? I was going to tell you I was fine but now I’m offended…”

As much as she wanted to scold him for interrupting her brooding session, her lips curved in a small smile. With a vague movement of her hand, she gestured to a vacant chair near her own.

“You should sit before embarrassing yourself further.”

There was no aggressivity in her tone, only amusement. After all, seeing this supposed murderer tripping over himself wasn’t the most scary of things. Plus, even drunk, he was quite handsome… Not that she would admit it though. Blue eyes checked her drink and she groaned, realizing her glass was nearly empty. Tonight, she definitely needed more to let go of her bitterness towards Asra, to forget her duties towards the countess. Tonight, she wanted to have some fun no matter what.

To put it briefly: yes, yes he was that drunk. He had to narrow his eye to even be able to tell who it was, and surely enough, after his eye had adjusted to the familiar face it was as if the light had finally turned on in his currently vacant brain.

An embarrassed blush crept upon his pale complexion as he fell into the chair vis-a-vis her own, trying to brush the incident off with a smile - although, if one were to look at the way he was swaying, they could tell he was more than a bit tipsy.

“Well, if it isn’t my favourite lady!”, he exclaimed and reached to tap her on the shoulder in a friendly manner, although that was all the more giving him motion sickness so he stopped soon after, going back to resting his head in his hands as he was when he was sitting down at his own table.

“Oh, what d’you know…your glass is empty, I don’t have a glass…A fated encounter.”, a cheesy grin appeared on his lips as he wiggled his eyebrows at her. “A couple more over here, if you are so kind!”, he called out for the bartender to bring them another round. Although observing her through a drunken haze, he could still notice that she wasn’t feeling entirely like herself. “Somethin’ bad happen? You’re usually not one to come here. Oho, am I perhaps rubbing off on 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?

Read it on AO3 here!

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.

Afficher davantage

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~”

Immediately relaxed by their attitude, the young woman chuckled too. Definitely, a little bit of company wouldn't hurt after the long day she'd had. It was even refreshing. Having someone near would probably refrain her mind from wandering into gloomy territories. -" Well, I'll accept your invitation without any remorse then." She sat beside them, keeping a respectable distance between them. After all, personnal space was something important and comfortable for most of people. She waited a bit before adding : -" By the way, I'm Lysandre. Nice to meet you." The smile she directed at them was somewhat tired but genuine.

Let's find your muse : ⭐️- Stargazing.

Lyntel sighs, having escaped their business for the day to sneak into one of the gardens of Vesuvia for the night. They watched the stars, enjoying the flask of drink they had brought. They didn’t even turn when they heard footsteps come up from behind them, hoping it was just someone else here to enjoy the stars.

The young woman wasn't prepared for such a response on his part but she wasn't going to complain. After all the times she tries to make him understand how much he represented to her, she was finally happy to see him expressing himself so passionately. Her heart was beating  hard and his touch upon her skin was setting her aflame from inside. The young woman's state didn't get better when she found herself trapped. Stuck between him and the door, she would have panicked if it had been any other than the Doctor. Instead, she brought him even closer, moaning lightly at his new fervor. She let him take the lead, her lips soft and hungry against his, even when he was stealing her breath away. Of course she was okay with him taking everything she had to give. She wanted to tell him so badly. She desired to be his and his only. But he didn't wanted to understand...Sometimes, Lysandre was feeling the urge to shout at him, to knock some sense into this thick skull of his, other times she just felt like breaking down and crying, ready to forget her pride and beg for his life to be saved. Had it been about anyone else, she would have already given up. Each time he pushed her away resulted in her feeling down for days and sometimes, the hurt she felt was consuming her entirely. Maybe was it silly to wish for a life with him. All the times she was daydreaming about contemplating the night sky in his arms could be useless wanderings about a future that wasn't hers to have. The apprentice didn't know but she wanted to believe... Her lips had nearly formed an answer when his expression cracked and she found herself witnessing a heart-wrenching scene. The moment she heard Julian cry, everything disappeared around her, letting her focus on the man hunched over her shoulder.

“Shhh... Everything will be okay Julian... You're not alone in this mess.”

Lys did her best to keep her voice calm and quiet not to upset him even more. The hand that was in the back of his neck found its new place in the man's hair, massaging his scalp in soothing motions while the other went to his back, drawing invisible lines across his shirt.

“I know you're tired of everything happening and you just want for it to end but death isn't the only solution. There's still hope for you and I refuse to let you go without a fight... It may be hard to accept to be loved since life and people has been hard with you but please, trust me when I say I 'll be here for you no matter what. “

She squeezed him slightly, continuing to caress his hair.

“I trust you. I trust you with my whole being. You're not a bad person. I don't care about the accusation weighing upon you, somewhere within me, I know you're not a murderer. Now, in order to understand you better, I need you to talk to me... Could you do that for me Dear?”

It would be difficult for him to talk but she had to try anyway. It would surely help him feel better afterwards. Not wanting to rush  the Doctor, Lysandre kept her silence, continuing to cuddle him softly against her.

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She let herself be pushed to the door and, if the situation wasn’t so upsetting, she would have enjoyed to have him towering over her smaller frame like that. Her eyes didn ’t left his gaze, and for a moment, she drowned in it, admiring every emotion passing over. Did she hate life in itself ? No . What she dreaded was a life without him, returning to being an empty shell carrying on with her existance by automatic reflex, because Asra expected that from her. Julian had brought her back to life and she wouldn’t let him be killed by those blood-thirsty vultures. No matter the price to keep him alive and well, the apprentice would pay it. As  his hand found her neck, squeezing lightly, she pushed herself against it a lot more frankly to prove the point of her next words.

« A life without you isn’t worth living. If I can’t save you from your fate then I’ll hang by your side. I love you Julian and I’m not scared of it nor am I scared to die. If this is our future then so be it ! But we’re going to face it together. »Unable to resist longer, one of her hands sneaked its way to the back of his neck, caressing his skin, and she joined their lips in a desperate kiss, attempting to pass all of her feelings through it.

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Trapped in a trance while staring at her, a shade of pink crept upon his cheeks at the feeling of her fingers on his nape and as soon as he was pulled into the kiss, he put up no resistance. Ravenous, hungry kisses had befallen her in between his soft wails of despair to rival her own misery, unable to understand her stubbornness and the feeling that was growing inside of his chest due to her words full of kindness and selflessness. 

“I…why…you’re making this so much harder than it has to be, listen to me…”, he spoke clumsily, trapped inside the kiss, voice trembling from the sudden feeling of his heart dropping inside of his stomach. What he felt wasn’t something that he could put into words, instead, he decided to show her. He did want a life alongside her more than anything, but he did not want her to sacrifice herself if it turned out that he was the bad guy, no matter how much he loved her. And oh, he did love her, to the point where he would have taken her away and left this wretched place behind in memory; but he still had to do good by Portia and those who helped him escape for so long. He couldn’t run away anymore.

“Someday, I will have to face the music…one way or another.”

With the same fervor, he smacked his lips against hers as if to dissipate the thought from his mind, even if for a short, fleeting moment. The hand on her neck was only gently squeezing her from time to time while his thumb was caressing the side of her throat, feeling the pulsing life through her soft skin. Only for a moment did he break the kiss, enough to call her a downright fool for being such a martyr - he was quite familiar with the concept - and with a grunt of frustration, he pushed himself against her, trapping her form with a leg between her own, stealing all the kisses he wanted from her lips even if he was soon to run out of breath; until he did though, he took this opportunity to dig his other hand into her hair and move her head as he pleased until he took everything he could. With a heavy satisfied exhale, he parted from her lips with a thin string of saliva, panting softly as he then chose to rest his forehead against hers.

“If you keep offering yourself on a silver platter like that, I will take everything you give me and then some. Are you really okay with that? I’m not a good person, Lys. I will hurt you.”, try as he might to keep up a villainous facade, it all came crashing down when he looked into her eyes, biting down on his lip in an attempt to get himself to shut up - he would never hurt her. He would rather die, and even that wouldn’t help, it would just hurt her even more. As much as he wanted to pretend that he was capable of such a thing, the truth was he was in love with her. But those sweet words got stuck in his throat every time he tried to spell them out, afraid that he wouldn’t be able to live up to them. 

His scowl twisted into a pitiful expression that was quick to tear up, much alike a beat-down puppy’s abandoned on the side of the road. His body and mind were losing their strength and in order to hide his tears, he wrapped his arms around her upper back and waist, his head now resting atop her shoulder, grieving loudly into her clothed body, burying his face into it so he would stop already. The doctor was fully aware of how pathetic he looked and sounded like.

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The young woman, though startled, immediately put her hands on his arms to make sure he was steady.

" No apologies needed. I must admit I wasn't paying much attention either." 

An embarrassed chuckle left her lips as she shot him a reassuring glance. Only then did she truly realize how tall he was compared to her, a blush crawling up her face at the sight of his smile.

 "Are you alright Sir? You seemed a bit... " For a moment Lysandre searched for an appropriated word, not wanting to offend him. "disorientated."

Behind her, Alistair was glaring at the two of them, silently fuming and ready to throw himself at Julian if he attempted anything funny. From the look of it he was completely drunk and could be a dangerous person. If he had started the day in a joyful mood, it hadn't lasted long... If it weren't for hister, he would have dragged her from this stupid encounter without even bothering with a random drunkard. However he knew better than act harshly in front of Lysandre as she wouldn't hesitate to scold him if she deemed it necessary. So he waited, retaining a cutting remark on the tip of his tongue.

🌷.The d'Haucourt siblings were walking in the hidden streets of Vesuvia, chatting while avoiding most of people. Since they had reunited, strolling had become a habit for the two of them. Lysandre was happy to share a good moment with her brother while Alistair enjoyed the idea of taking her away from Asra and his damned shop. Everything seemed perfect until she started to talk about the magician. Alistair was growing more bitter with every passing minute, not even looking where he was going.

Julian was just coming out of a tavern, drinking away his latest sorrows when he walked right int Lysandre. “Mff…” he gave a muffled and drunken grunt. It took him a moment to figure out he bumped into a lady. His face flushed with embarrassment. “My apologies miss, I wasn’t paying attention…” He gave a small smile and looked to see if she had dropped anything.