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grandducknight · 6 months ago

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Santa Baby - Secret Santa (J-High Edition)

Featuring: Daniel Park, Zack Lee, Jay Hong, Vasco Lee, Eli Jang & Vin Jin Masterlist -----------------------

Daniel Park

Oh sweet Daniel Park, could you truly blame him. He held the bag towards you, so eager for you to open it. He looked proud, proud that he got you this gift, even with his limited time and funds. It took some time, but he meticulously chose it with the utmost care.

You accepted the bag, a bit too excited to open it. Of all the options you could have gotten as a secret santa, he seemed like one of the best options. You opened the bag and pulled out…well, it took you a moment to understand what you were looking at.

“Do you like it? I thought it would look good on you.” His voice was tinged with excitement.

In your hands was the ugliest shirt you've ever seen. You stare at Daniel, taken back by how genuinely proud of himself he was. He must either hate you or actually like this style. How could the abomination look good on anyone?

“Oh…it's unique.” Is all you can get out without going on a rant of how ugly the thing is. How can a fashion department student have such bad taste?

------------------------ Zack Lee

Zack Lee shoved a piece of paper in front of you, waving it around a bit. A smug look was on his face, as if he was a celebrity giving a fan not worth his time, something unforgettable. You grab the paper, trying to understand what it said. His writing was shit and the drawings on the paper were even worse.

“What is this?” You ask, holding the paper far away from your face, trying to understand its contents.

“I am so graciously offering to teach you, the greatest form of fighting, boxing. I personally will teach you, no need to thank me, but you can call me master.”

You stare at him, deadpanned. He seriously thought this was a good gift. You let out a sigh before placing the paper back into his hand.

“I prefer karate”

------------------------ Jay Hong

Your jaw dropped as Jay pulled out a briefcase. It dropped even further when he opened it, cash was overflowing. You picked up a bill and closely examined it, not believing for a second Jay actually was giving you all this money.

You knew he was rich, but you thought he was just gonna get you some fancy bag or something, not a case full of cash.

He moved, and from what you understood, he was sorry about the gift. He couldn't think of anything and resorted to money at the last minute. He would pay for a gift of your wish and you got to keep the cash.

A smile crept on your face and laughter poured out of you. Jay looked shocked, taking a step back as you looked at him, dollar signs in your eyes.

“Have I ever told you how much I like gold bars?”

------------------------ Vasco

The box Vasco handed you was heavy. You weren't sure what to expect from him. He had the biggest smile on his face, fists clenched shaking in front of him, waiting for you to open it.

“I got you something super precious and special. I hope you take as good care of it as I did.”

You were getting nervous. You place the box down on a nearby table. Looking up, you see Jace peeking out from around the corner, biting his nails. You were scared now. Jace hadn't had a chance to screen the gift before it reached you.

Carefully pulling the lid off the box, you stared at the gift in shock. Your lips pressed together, forming a thin line and your eyes narrowed. A blank expression made its way on your face before you finally let out a sigh.

“So...what do you think?” The excitement was still in his voice. Pulling out the gift you held it up and examined it before speaking.

“... it's a rock” You heard Jace facepalm.

------------------------ Eli Jang

You should have known better. You heard of Eli's hair cutting ability, but chose to ignore them, thinking they were just rumours from other boys, jealous of how perfect Eli looked.

Oh how wrong you were.

Your once gorgeous hair now looked like a lawn mower ran over it. Some sections were cut down to the roots, while the other, longer sections, stuck out like spikes. You couldn't speak, breaking down on the inside at what this man did to your hair.

“Do you like it? I went for a look that reminded me of you” He truly didn't see anything wrong with it!

“Do I remind you of roadkill?”

------------------------ Vin Jin

“Here, Merry Christmas or whatever”

A roll of toilet paper was shoved in your face. Looking around it, Vin Jin stood, smugly, hand in his pocket. You stared at him, unimpressed at the effort he put into the gift.

“Oi, just take it, I took it from some fancy hotel. I only used it once to wipe my shit, it's fine otherwise.”

Ya, no fucking way were you taking it.

“Keep it” you tell him, leaning as far away from the roll as possible.

“Your loss then. Don't come looking for me when you need something to wipe your ass with.” Vin says, before stomping away.

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Welcome to part 1 of the secret santa series! I have planned a total of 4 parts, each with different characters. If you don't see your favourite character in this part, check out the other parts!

Easiest to write for: Daniel Park

Hardest to write for: Jay Hong

#lookism #lookism x reader

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grandducknight · 6 months ago

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Adolphe Weisz - La favorite

Devoided of Words - part 3

Lion El'Johnson x fem!reader

Summary: Lion's ambition to become known as a man, rather than beast consumes him, distancing himself from his desires. After a moment of confrontation, he comes to terms with his own nature.

Here is Part 1 and Part 2!

By the peoples demand, I've returned with Part 3! I feel really happy, I never thought you guys would ask to see more, thank you so much!

There were times he used to take her to places far from the castle and hold her so to show his love, devotion in isolation. He'd speak little to no sentences, those moments. In the library, or even his quarters, he'd point at objects and demand her to name them, not to his knowledge, but to have an excuse, just to hear her voice reply.

There were moments of pure silence, where he'd quietly sit with her in his lap, watching her as she would read, studying her mannerisms, memorizing everything about her.

His first attempts at speaking about his feelings, his first attempts at communicating his true self. He was scared, unsure if he was doing it right or if he sounded ridiculous, maybe even like a complete idiot.

But he was driven by his feelings, by need to find some way to convey his yearning. So he would spend his nights in his quarters, studying the meaning of these words, memorizing every possible phrase. Trying to commit them to memory, to find some way to tell her how he felt. He had been determined to express his overwhelming love.

Luther had noticed the shift in his attentiveness, Lion was far more concentrated in his lessons, moved by this feeling far more than he expected. He worried for long, of what would come to be of the boy, but he trusted he had made a correct discernment, his improvement was now linked to his desire to be seen as a noble man. He knew now it was not needed to separate them from one another.

It was clear to Luther he was proud of what his student had become. Although, the first moments were truly unbearable as he'd have a far too quick judgement of anything he had known.

Then, he grew distant, the feeling of approval of his colleagues consumed him, to be a noble knight made him seek to look presentable as an unmoving force.

He did not wish to be seen as lesser any longer. And so, his eyes would linger on you, he'd be still, with posture and a stern face, depriving his own true nature, a beast that wishes to take what he wanted then and there. It had become further more rare the moments of tenderness between the two, Lion had another view of such things, pointless is what he stated to himself.

Still, the cravings did not vanish from his mind, now a conglomerate of different ideals and morals he is to follow, to fit into this society, social behavior merely created for a performance in the eyes of others. In such a place it was fundamental to have a reputation which was unknown to the forest - where man and beast were not as far separated.

If he was to claim something, it was to have what is yours was by your strength. As he learned, there were many other factors in a society that may show it, which were far different from what he knew, yet similar in some ways.

He didn't understand the emotion he felt, what it was he needed to express. All he knew was this woman made it almost unbearable to keep this composure, his guard to the point of breaking, so he would take her far from any prying eyes and hold her close, letting the silence and closeness convey what words never could.

Yet, he'd spent a long time away from her. It had felt like an eternity, having been unable to hear her voice or touch her skin. He hoped for your paths to cross again, desperate, however, far too apprehensive to seek her himself.

A wide wooden door was in his way to his quarters, an easy obstacle, with a simple push he could be inside quite easily. However, something halts his actions, in front of his goal, to find secludedness. A presence far too familiar. Overcoming the moment of hesitance, he enters the room.

There she stood, in defience to the darkness present in his mind, a radiant difference to the ambience. Swiftly, he closes the door behind him in silence, waiting for her explaination.

“I know I shouldn't be here," she says.

He can sense her weariness, the state she was in, having him in front of her after so long separated, silently judging her, as she'd guess a predator would inspect its prey, it was not fear, her revealed what had run through her mind, embarrassment is his conclusion to the matter, the soft warming hue to her cheeks, eyes leaving him and returning in a hesitant manner.

“Why are you here then?” he asks.

An image of her before time had taken them apart for so long came to his mind, she had a far more composed look; even playful to an extent, in privacy. As he observed her, she had seemed to shrink into herself, limbs clinging to one another and head down in what he could describe as uncertainty. As he further inspects her, he comes to realize her troubles.

She's worried she might distract him from his goal. Her absence is what caused the distraction in the first place, although it's clear she's unaware of such. He wonders if his absence hurt her as much as it did him to leave her.

“You've been distant.” She responds, a sentence that would break him apart, still he remains stern. Despite his stoic nature, there's a sense that he's not comfortable with this discussion.

“Yes, I've been distant. Because I have had to be. I have more to worry about,” he retorts.

She starts to think of how she must sound pathetic in his eyes, to come to be the one begging for this closeness, perhaps it was time to let go of their wishes. Her face appears to turn doubt into sadness.

He takes another step, now standing just in front of you. He wants to prove himself, his love, but he's far too awkward, and unaware of it. His expression is still blank, he's clearly unsure why she would even express that. There's a few moments of quiet, as Lion studies her face in silent contemplation.

In a second, surprising both her and himself, he rushes to her. She's taken a back for a second, not remembering him being in such stature before. It was not common for someone to be his height before, now the change seems almost un-human. 'How come he's taller than before?' she ponders.

It had become obvious too that he had also grown heavier, she notes right before almost falling to the ground by his impulsive attack. A pause, his gaze is fixed upon you. He tilts his head, his eyes narrowing almost in a curious manner.

“I'm not certain what you must feel, but after so long, being this close, even after you've became so busy, I can't think of any other to be by side,” she declares.

It not so unknown to him, but now to be certain of it, Lion crumbles, his once panicked and confused state seemed to vanish for a moment. He takes both her hands in just only one of his, they seem little compared to what he remembered, guiding her to his bed - a massive frame, much larger than others she had seen.

She runs her hands under his chin, where she now knows is a weakness of his, scratching his now short beard, a low rumbling sound that vibrates in the back of his throat, he turns for his head to lean into your touch, closing his eyes as he nuzzles against her hand.

Sitting up on the bed and resting her back on the headboard, he moved his body so that he lay his head resting against her legs. He reaches up and takes her hand in his own, running his thumb across her soft skin, tracing lines across her palm.

He reaches up and cups her face in his hand, his thumb tracing lightly over her cheek. His eyes drink her in, like a man having lost his own mind, perhaps that was what happened, the sight he had of her was far sweeter than what he achieved in the midst of the victory he found in his battles, and far more addicting.

He sighs heavily and brushes a stray strand of hair away from her face, arms lazily falling and wrapping around her waist, pulling her tightly. Even through the shirt she can still feel the hardness of his body against the soft flesh of her thighs.

Closing his eyes under her touch, savoring the sensation of her stroking him like this. He has missed her touch more than he thought. Her soft, smooth, gentle touch. Inpatient, he shifts her down from seat, her legs tangling with his, as he presses himself into her body. He nuzzles his face into the crook of her neck and inhales her scent, a low rumble of pleasure coming from his throat.

Her scent, filling his nostrils. It's almost overwhelming, now that he thinks about it all. He buries his face deeper into her neck and pulls you closer against him, a slight hitch in his breath, his facial hair scratching her skin. She started laughing from the sensation, still not habituated to his new beard, squeezing him back.

In response, he huffs in mock annoyance, pulling back from her slightly to meet her teary eyes with a glare. “Stop laughing like that, woman. You're going to wake someone up”

Stopping, her hands letting go of his hair, with a shocked expression, she retorts. “Did you just call me woman?”

He groans, eyes rolling in an attempt at humor. “Stop being so dramatic, you'll give yourself an aneurysm. And I thought you liked it when I called you woman.”

“Maybe I do... But only a little, that doesn't matter right now!” She pinches his cheek playfully, a low growl erupts from his throat and he snaps his head just enough to catch her hand in his mouth. His teeth carefully clamp over her wrist, not biting, but making his point clear.

She can see something predatory shining in his eyes now, he moves one of his arms under her, his hand pressing against her spine and pushing her body up against his. He is so warm, his body almost fever-hot as he murmurs against your neck. “Are you sure you are willing to be devoured by such a beast as me?”

“Well, you are the only one I've ever wanted,” she answers.

He swallows hard, her confession was predictable, yet to have her right here, beneath him, trapped in his powerful grip, his chest aches as he looks down at her. He knows he owes her the truth, he must tell her the things that have been weighing on his mind. But right now he can't, not yet. He needs this, he needs this moment, to feel human for just a moment longer.

He wished to tangle himself into her body and soul, clinging to her, as if he could meld her into his body. For once, even the Lion is at a loss for words, the conflicted thoughts and feelings running through his mind, keeping his tongue still.

He groans as she takes his lips in a kiss. It's slow, almost lazy at first, but it quickly grows deeper and more passionate. The memories and feelings he'd been burying bubble to the surface and are now flowing through him freely. He pours himself into the kiss, desperate to convey just how much she means to him.

Making themselves into one perfect fit, in the lips of one another, to find the solace they had both seeked. Rather they knew of each other's deprivation of affection; it did not need to be uttered, even seen.

After what seems like an eternity he separates, gulping in breath as he stares down at her. His emerald green eyes burn with emotion, carving his very thoughts into her mind. She looked up at him admiring his features, as if trying to take in the emotions he might be feeling.

His breathing is laboured, almost panting from the energy he used in the kiss. She looks absolutely beautiful, in his hold, her lips parted, taking much more to recover than him. One of his hands splayed possessively across her stomach, his body still pressed against hers.

He stares down at her with a yearning he thought he lost, trying to hold himself together, to keep some of his secrets buried, but he can tell she can see his emotions written all over his face. He loves her, that much has become far more than clear, not only to her, but now, to him.

“I despise the idea of being away from you, this cannot happen anymore, I will not let that happen ever again.”

I don't think I'm officially retiring this fic, maybe something like a part 2.5, even though I just grinded my brain on stone for 7 days to finally finish this (thank you @ghrgrsfdesfrfg for the suggestion).

#warhammer 40k #warhammer 40k x reader #lion el'jonson #x reader #crying rn

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