#akayona drabble

[softxsuki]

Reader Surprises Shin-ah For His Birthday

| Pairing: Shin-ah x Gn!Reader | Genre: Fluff | Post-Type: Drabble | Word Count: 510 |

Warnings: None

Note: Happy Birthday to our favorite blue dragon, Shin-ah! MY PRECIOUS ANGEL. Someone needs to yell at me and get me to start reading Yona of the Dawn again. I'm SOOOO behind. Hopefully he's still in character though! Hope you guys enjoy :D

You were soaked from head to toe as you ran past the trees and greenery, rushing back to the camp after voyaging into a nearby village alone. You needed to find something to give your lover, something meaningful to celebrate his birthday. 

And at last, you had found it. It was a charm, a small pendant of the moon with a blue gem attached to it. It had instantly reminded you of Shin-ah, something he could tie to the hilt of his sword, you only hoped he’d like it. 

The merchant had swindled you for a few extra coins, but at the time it started to pour and you didn’t care, so you gave him everything you had left, running back to camp before anyone realized you were missing. 

But you had failed as you spotted Shin-ah outside his tent already, eyes on you. He had probably spotted you from miles away, keeping his eyes on you to make sure you were safe. Thankfully, the charm was tucked away, hidden from his strong gaze. 

He’s quiet as his gentle hands meet yours, pulling you into his warm tent. Once alone, he lifts his mask, eyes examining your soaked appearance. 

“Where were you?” He questions finally, using a spare cloth to help you dry off a bit. 

“I needed to get something,” you explain with a smile, digging around in your layered clothing for the wrapped charm you had bought for him. “Close your eyes.” 

He does as commanded, but tilts his head in confusion, closing his eyes. You take his hand and open it, placing the charm that was wrapped in cloth in his palm. 

“Okay open,” you whisper, looking at him in anticipation, hoping he likes it. “Happy Birthday, Shin-ah!”

He carefully unwraps the cloth to reveal the beautiful charm, his jaw dropping slightly in surprise. 

“It’s for your sword, think of it as a token of protection from me. No matter where you are, I’ll always be with you,” you explain embarrassed, feeling like your gift wasn’t as great as you originally thought. 

But Shin-ah thought otherwise. He brings you into his arms, embracing you tightly, not caring that your soaked clothes were now also getting him wet. Before meeting you, and your comrades, Shin-ah was alone on every birthday. People feared him and he was raised to believe he was worthless and a monster, something you helped him get over. He was beyond touched at your gift. 

“I love it,” he says softly. And he truly did adore it. 

He immediately ties it to the hilt of his sword, lifting it up as slivers of light soak through the tent, “I’ll never take it off.”

He felt protective of the charm on his sword, truly believing it was good luck as he had won every battle the Happy Hungry Bunch faced since receiving it. But most of all, you put your heart into that gift, and that was something he’d cherish forever. You made it a memorable birthday that he’d look back on for years to come.

Posted: 1/3/2024

[ponderingmoonlight]

Son Hak saving you from a group of men

Pairing: Hak x fem!reader

Word Count: 2k

Synopsis: While gathering herbs, you get surrouned by bandits - until a mysterious, cocky stranger swoops in to save the day. But you’re no damsel in distress, and you’re ready to show him exactly what you’re capable of.

Warnings: tensioooon y'all, Hak is so damn inviting I just had to write this

I know a lot of my followers are here for jjk, kny and maybe aot, but I enjoyed my fruits basket fanfic soo much that I just had to write for Hak hehe

Even if you're not a fan, I'd love you forever for a little like <3

The forest is quiet as you weave through the dense underbrush, your hands skilfully plucking at the delicate leaves of a healing herb nestled in the shade. The sun filters through the green above, and for a moment, you take in the peace of nature, away from the bustling energy of the village. It's not every day you get the chance to help restock the supplies of your mother’s pharmacy, even though you’re always more than happy to help.

After all, collecting herbs means at least a few minutes of peace, a few minutes away from your mother’s desperate attempts to match you up with a random man. You know she only wants your best. After all, your father is the love of her life. It’s only natural for mothers to wish for that happy ending for their daughters, right?

You can’t help but grimace. Marrying a jerk from your village isn’t exactly your vision of a happy ending, though. If it was for you, you’d be happy enough by becoming a pharmacist just like your mother while getting to train with your father from time to time.

A pharmacist…That bouquet of moonshade bloom looks exceptionally good today. Its healing properties will be of great help for your father when he finally returns home-

Your focus on the herbs is abruptly shattered when the sound of rustling leaves catches your attention. Did someone follow you? Your mother, by any chance? No, you are the only one who knows about that secret place, the only villager who comes here. But who…?

You glance up, fingers tightening around the handle of the small blade strapped to your waist. Your father told you over and over that a knife can be a dangerous weapon in the right hands, that you should never use its powers carelessly.

A group of rough-looking men steps into view, their eyes narrowing as they spot you. Your heart drops to the floor, fierce eyes following each and every step. This can’t be good. This definitely means trouble.

“Well, well,” one of them drawls, smirking as his gaze sweeps over you.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing out here all alone?”

You straighten, willing yourself to appear unfazed.

“Just minding my business,” you reply evenly, your hand inching closer to the hilt of your sword.

“And I advice you to do so as well.”

But they don’t seem inclined to leave it at that. No, instead, one steps even closer, his grin widening in a horrendous way.

“We’ll take real good care of you. No need to be shy.”

Your heart pounds as they close in, and though you’re confident in your skills, you know you’re outnumbered. That won’t stop you from giving it your all. Little do they know you aren’t a shy and weak girl from a nearby village. No, you are the daughter of a captain who serves under the crown itself. He never cared about the fact that you are a girl, always trained you like a son. Exactly for moments like these.

Just as your fingers wrap around your blade, a blur of movement descends from the trees.

“Now, now,” a unfamiliar, teasing voice cuts through the tension.

“Is this the part where I ask if I’m interrupting something?”

The men freeze, startled by the sudden interruption. Your head snaps up toward the source of the low and somehow taunting voice, your grip on your blade tightening. A tall figure emerges from the shadows of the trees, moving with the grace of someone who has seen far too many battles.

He’s tall, there’s no doubt in the fact that he’s quite muscular underneath the dark cloak he’s wearing. His strikingly blue eyes flick to you briefly, his smirk cocky and self-assured, before settling on the men again.

Who on earth is he?

“Interrupting? Not at all,” one of the bandits sneers, regaining his composure.

“But this isn’t your business, stranger. Why don’t you move along?”

The man chuckles, an easy, confident sound that only serves to irritate the bandits further.

“Oh, but you see, I just can’t help myself when it comes to damsels in distress. It’s a weakness of mine.”

“Damsel in distress?”, you hiss through gritted teeth

You bristle, ready to argue that you’re no damsel, but the situation is too tense to waste time on resentment. Besides, the stranger’s interruption has bought you a moment to steady yourself, and you intend to use it.

The bandit leader narrows his eyes.

“You’ve got a death wish, pal.”

“Maybe,” the man replies casually, lifting his glaive off his shoulder and twirling it with practiced ease.

“But I’ll still take my chances over yours.”

Without warning, one of the bandits lunges at him, a blade drawn. You barely have time to process what happens next - a flash of steel, and the man goes flying backward, clutching his chest and groaning in pain while you didn’t even manage to pull out your knife in the meantime.

The stranger doesn’t stop there. He moves like lightning, his glaive cutting through the air in wide, precise arcs that force the other bandits to scatter.

And you? You just watch him like a fool with your mouth open.

“You lot really are a disappointment,” he comments with a mocking sigh.

“Is this what passes for banditry these days?”

One by one, the men fall like rice sacks. Some manage to run, tripping over their own feet in their haste to escape, while others are left sprawled on the ground, groaning in defeat. It’s over in a matter of moments, leaving only you and the stranger standing amidst the chaos.

You are loss at words. Did this…really just happen?

He plants his glaive in the dirt and turns to you, his smirk softening into something almost friendly.

“You alright, Miss?”

Miss…You lower your blade but don’t sheath it just yet. Your eyes narrow as you study him, unsure whether to thank him or demand his intentions. What did he do here anyway?

He doesn’t seem fazed by your caution at all, though. In fact, his grin only widens.

“You’ve got the look of someone who’s about to say, ‘I had it under control,’” he mocks, leaning casually on his weapon.

“I did,” you reply sharply, finally slipping your blade into its sheath.

He chuckles again, the sound low and annoyingly charming.

“Of course you did. I’m sure you would’ve handled it beautifully.”

He tilts his head, a curious glint in his eyes.

“Still, it doesn’t hurt to have a little backup, right?”

“And what do you want for this ‘backup’?” you ask, crossing your arms.

He raises his hands in mock surrender.

“Whoa, easy there. I don’t charge for being a hero. Consider this a freebie.”

You’re unconvinced, but he doesn’t seem malicious. If anything, he looks mildly amused by your wariness.

“You’re not from around here,” you remark, more a statement than a question.

“Caught that, did you?” he replies, clearly entertained.

“You’re right. Just passing through. But I’d hate to think what would’ve happened if I hadn’t.”

His gaze shifts to the bouquet of herbs you’d dropped during the commotion.

“A pharmacist, huh? Or is it an herbalist?”

“Both,” you answer tersely, bending to retrieve the herbs.

You keep one eye on him as you do, unwilling to let your guard down entirely. You hate to admit how mesmerising his fierce eyes look, how inviting those strong arms are.

Inviting…Are you out of your mind?

“Impressive,” he notes, leaning on his glaive again.

“And the blade? That’s not just for show, I take it?”

“My father taught me,” you reply, straightening with the herbs in hand.

“And I can handle myself, thank you very much.”

“I don’t doubt it. But if I hadn’t stepped in, you might’ve been forced to prove it a little too much.”

You bite back a reply, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of rising to his bait.

Hak leans casually on his glaive, his smirk as infuriating as ever. He won’t give up, won’t he?

“You’ve got a lot of fire, Miss Pharmacist. How about actually proving it?”

Your brows furrow.

“Prove it? I don’t have anything to prove to you.”

“Oh, I think you do,” he teases, straightening up.

“Come on, impress me. You’ve got a blade, and from the way you carry yourself, I’d say you know how to use it. Or was that all talk?”

Your jaw tightens. He’s provoking you and you know it, but you’re not about to back down. Not when you’re challenged like that.

“Fine. You asked for it.”

Drawing your knife, you take a step back to create space, your movements fluid and precise. Hak raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued as you ready your stance.

“Anytime you’re ready,” he announces, spinning his glaive once with a flourish.

You charge forward, swinging low before feinting to the side. He blocks effortlessly, his movements annoyingly smooth. But you’re not done. You hinge, using the momentum to aim a strike at his side. He parries, his smirk widening.

“Not bad,” he admits.

“But you’re going to have to do better than that.”

Gritting your teeth, you change tactics, using a feigned stumble to lure him into an overcommitment. As he steps forward, you twist, sweeping his legs out from under him with a sharp kick. His surprised grunt is deeply satisfying as he crashes to the ground.

You’re about to step back and declare victory when his hand snaps out, grabbing your wrist.

“Not so fast,” he mumbles, yanking you down with him.

The next thing you know, you’re sprawled on the forest floor, half on top of him, his laughter ringing in your ears, his firm muscles rough against your palms.

“You’re full of surprises,” he soothes, his grin entirely too smug despite his current position. “Guess I deserved that.”

“Maybe next time you’ll think twice before underestimating me,” you huff, trying to push yourself up.

Gosh, the feeling of his body against yours almost makes your face flush. You were never this close to a man before, especially not a man like him. He definitely knows how to fight, how to use his body oh so smoothly.

“Next time?”

His grin softens, and there’s a flicker of something warmer in his gaze.

“I’ll look forward to it.”

You roll your eyes, brushing yourself off as you stand with that faint voice in your heart screaming in agony. He rises with ease, dusting off his cloak as though he wasn’t just knocked flat on his back.

“Alright, you win. I’ll admit you’re not half bad. But don’t think this makes us even. I still saved you, remember?”

You let out an exasperated sigh.

“You’re impossible.”

“And you’re irresistible,” he counters smoothly, falling into step beside you.

The banter carries you both out of the forest, and for all his teasing, you can’t deny the warmth his presence brings. For a stranger, he feels oddly… safe. Annoying, but safe.

But you can’t continue like this. If you stay by his side a little longer, you might really for his charm.

“I guess I keep going now. Have a nice journey to wherever you go next”, you finally announce while turning your step into the direction of your home.

“Hey,” he calls after you.

“Not even a ‘thank you’? Tough crowd.”

You glance over your shoulder.

“Thanks,” you bite back, though it comes out more envying than you’d intended.

He laughs, the sound warm and genuine this time.

“You’re welcome, Miss Pharmacist. If you ever need saving again, just yell. I’ll come running.”

You scoff, but can’t quite suppress the small smile tugging at your lips. Whoever this stranger is, you suspect this isn’t the last you’ll see of him.

[angrypaperearthquake-tbbb-main]

Hi again! It's me with the second request! So sorry for bothering 🙏🏻

Little context: I had a dream once about protecting Zeno cause I didn't want him to die... Only to realize he couldn't die..

and so, I wanted a prompt drabble for that! Soooooooo Zeno x Fem!reader romance with prompt: Shielding the other one with their body (I honestly forgot the number again TT so sorry for that)

Thank you again for making this for me! You're so incredibly talented and I can't wait for the results!

Love u!,

Suzy

Hello again darling 🥰

Thank you so much for participating in the 200 Followers Drabble Prompt Challenge event!

I hope you like this one as well! These are so angsty. Please enjoy!

Title: I Won't Do It Again Fandom: Yona of the Dawn/Akatsuki no Yona Characters: Zeno x Fem!Reader Prompt: #29 - Shielding the other one with their body Word Count: 100

“What do you think you’re doing?!” Zeno shouted in anger. “I…,” You pause, in shock of what you did, “I just… I wanted to protect you.” “Do I look like I need protection?” Zeno asks in frustration as he shoves his sliced arm in front of your face. The wound quickly disappeared as the ligaments, muscle, and skin reattached. “I’m sorry,” You say while holding the bleeding wound on your stomach. Zeno takes a deep breath, composes himself and pulls you into his arms, “Don’t ever do that again, please.” “I won’t,” You promise as you cry into his arms.

Again, thanks for participating!!! 💚

All completed drabbles will be posted on my A03 account.

[mis-mini-dango]

AkaYona 157.5 / 188

"Princess...”

Even when Yona is forced to watch him from a distance, Hak always comes back to her side. I also wrote a drabble about Yona’s feelings of frustration during this scene.

[petri808]

Do You Believe Me Now?

Hakyona drabble.

“Psst, Yona?”

I sit up, shielding my eyes to the sunlight. “What is it Lili?”

“You’re missing out on all the hot studs walking around, that’s what!”

“Lili, I told you I came to the beach to relax before finals, not gawk.”

I lie back down on my towel and close my eyes again. It didn’t matter to me what kind of eye candy I was missing out on. Books, studying are all I have time to focus on and besides, there already was one person who’d stolen my heart. Too bad he didn’t seem to notice it.

Or at least I wasn’t sure. It was so damn hard to tell with him! He was such a sarcastic ass, I couldn’t tell if he was flirting or just being a punk to me. A groan fires off in my head, and yet through all that, I still fell in love.

But I couldn’t help it! I swear! We’ve know each other since we were kids and once I’d realized I cared more for him then as a friend, I fear that’s all he sees me as. Like a little sister. He is two years older then me after all, and both his guardian and my parents told him to always protect me.

Pfft. A frown shadows my expression. Well I’m not that little girl anymore!

“Yona get up, get up, get up!”

“Lili, for the last time...”

“Isn’t that Hak over there?”

Quickly, I sit up and look over to where she’s pointing. My heart skips or more like takes a dive. Heaven help me that is Hak. He stood out in the throng of beach goers not just in height but presence.

“I think he’s gotten even cuter,” she snickers. “Damn, all his friends are hot too! Why didn’t you tell me he’s got such cute friends?!”

“I-I never noticed.”

“Are you blind? Oh, wait, I get it.” She pokes my side, “just blind to him right?”

“Ugh!” I cover my face as I feel it heating up. “Lili stop trying to embarrass me, please?!”

“Oh look, he’s heading this way. Hey Hak?!”

I grab her waving hands. “Lili!!”

“Oh hey,” Hak waved back.

I see him grin and his group starts walking in our direction. Can I die, like right now? It was hard enough seeing him normally, but since he’s at the beach, his attire consists of board shorts and no shirt. I don’t know how he keeps his body in such condition but I swear it’s like it was sculpted by a master artist.

He runs a hand through his wet hair as he chats with the other males, laughing, and smiling. His blue eyes twinkling against the sunlight. I squeeze my thighs together at the sight. All the girls they pass by ogle him, and I don’t blame them. The man was just too handsome for his own good. Before he reaches us, the group shake hands or fist bumps and the rest take off towards the snack stand.

“Hey Lili, Yona,” he grins, “didn’t know you two would be here today.”

“Well, neither did we, unless Yona was hiding that information from me.”

“I was not! I just came to relax.”

“So relax,” he teases. “What’s stopping you?”

A six foot hottie, I mumble in my head. “Shouldn’t you go hang out with your friends?”

“Nah.” He stands his surfboard up and sits down right beside me. “We’re finished surfing and was about to leave, but I’d rather hang out with a pretty girl.”

I feel the blush blooming on my face, but I try not to react. Not exactly easy with Lili grinning like a crazy person egging me on. I narrow my eyes at her. If they could shoot daggers, they would.

“You should stop teasing me like that,” I cross my arms, “it’s not funny.”

“But I’m not teasing you, I’m serious.”

Right... “Hak, you always say stuff like that, but I know you just see me as a friend. It’s getting old.”

“Or maybe it’s you who doesn’t want to believe it.” He forces my face to look at him. “What am I supposed to do make you believe me?”

My throat seized up into a sputter. “I-I don’t know!”

He rolls his eyes. “Lili what do you think I should do to prove it?”

“I think you should just kiss her,” the girl smirks.

“Now that’s a good idea!”

“Don’t you dare Hak!”

“Oh, but I dare.”

He grabs me before I can scramble away. I squeal, but he quickly cuts off my defenses and plants his lips against mine. My eyes widen. Oh my god he did it! He actually kissed me?!

In a blink it was over and as my brain comes back into focus, all I see is a cocky grin and a softened smile. “Do you believe me now?”

**note this is updated : https://petri808.tumblr.com/post/626515441938055168/do-you-believe-me-now

[shuminsei]

shinah tends to get nightmares and the one who calms him down is zeno. 

not canon ! 

— — —

after separating from the place he had been staying for the longest time, shinah would frequently dream the same nightmare: his friends getting tortured by his powers.

the scene of his beloved friends getting their limbs torn apart as they’re crying their hearts out. it scares the shit out of him. no one knew about it. because he tries his best to hide it from them. he doesn’t want anyone to worry about him. 

but zeno is different. he’s a light-sleeper, unlike the others.

their nights are always full of hugs and soft kisses on the forehead and whispers of reassurance. 

shinah would wake up in cold sweat and the first thing he sees is zeno, right by his side, stroking his hair and humming a soft tone. 

it takes a while for shinah to calm down. and when he does, he hugs zeno back and goes to sleep again, feeling safe that zeno is protecting him.

and as he hugs zeno in his sleep, he would start to dream of something lovely. the clear blue sky surrounding him, him running around a field with ao on his shoulder. looking back, he sees his friends. with all smiles, they start running around as well, enjoying the fresh air with shinah.

-

months passed and shinah has stopped seeing that nightmare. and it’s all thanks to zeno’s power of love.

[koukaimagines]

Hey, I have a request. Can you do one with Shinha x reader about their first kiss? ^^

Hello there! Thank you for sending in this request! Shinah's so cute I love him///

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Shin-ah

The rustle of foliage filled your ears, along with the occasional squeaks Ao made while running around. You were collecting herbs, as requested by your boyfriend.

"Is this it, Shinah?" You inquire, picking up a delicate plant that you've seen laid out on Yun's cloth one day. He turns to you and nods.

The field wasn't that big, but big enough that you could see stretches of green go on and on until it hit a line of trees. Aside from you and Shinah, many white flowers sat in the bed of grass. Your eyebrows cocked up, an idea popped in your head like a light bulb turning on.

Shinah watched as you hurriedly jumped from place to place, tilting his head ever so slightly, questioning what you were doing. Eventually, you began to fill his vision, coming closer and closer until all he can see was your skirt, then your round eyes as you crouched down to his level. He watched as a smile crawled across your face, your gaze shifting to what was in your hands; some grass and white, spring snowflakes. His eyes followed yours, staring at your hands, making quick work of the weeds and flowers, weaving them into a circular wreath. His mouth agape, he revelled in how... pretty it was. His hands moved on their own,

and the object fell apart in his hands.

He stayed still, brain processing what just happened. You saw his lips quiver, before he bit his lip in remorse, burying his head in his knees and you hear him mutter a quiet "... sorry," before getting up and running off.

You start to see him whipping his head left and right, running in several directions, to your amusement. He began to hurry back, with some flowers and grass of his own, and he sat, trying to weave the weeds in the same manner you had, but ultimately struggling with ripping the grass because he tied a knot or two too hard.

You felt your lips curl up in a tender smile.

You took a hold of his hands, planting a soft kiss on his knuckles, a strand of soft grass tickling your cheek. Behind his mask, his eyes widened, looking down at you, taking in every soft strand of your hair, and every eyelash, dusting your cheeks while you had your eyes closed. He noticed his cheeks and his chest had warmed in a way he's never experienced before.

"It's okay, Shinah," you whisper, taking the strands of grass and flowers, working your magic. "You're very cute, thank you for trying your best for me, Shinah."

'Shinah,

Shinah,

Shinah,'

echoed in the depths of his mind, the sound of his name on your tongue made him feel strange, but a nice strange. The plants wove into another wreath, similar to the one he saw before.

He watched blankly as he felt a light tap on his head, and the waist of his lover in front of him as she leaned over, placing the wreath on the top of his head. Retracting slightly, her soft (E/C) orbs stared back at him through the holes of his mask. Despite the intense air the eyes behind the mask exuded, she wasn't afraid at all in the slightest; the tender way her gaze answered his was a testament to that.

"It's a flower crown! It looks pretty on you, Shinah," you say, giddily.

Suddenly, a grip imprinted itself onto your arm, pulling you into a hard headbutt with his mask, before the warmth of his lips ghosted yours. "Ah... Hehe- Shinah, if you want to kiss me, you should take off your mask," you say, your heart melting at how silly he was with all of this. You know he doesn't mean to, which makes it all the more delicious, watching him try to make advances of his own, in his own, awkward but unwavering way. You watch his adam's apple bob as his hand brings itself up and removes his mask, revealing an exquisite pair of golden eyes-

for a split second before he closes them.

You smile, crawling onto his lap and cradling his cheek in your palm, resting your forehead on his. "You can open your eyes, you know, I won't turn to stone or die on you, I promise," you whisper, his eyes flutter open, looking back at you in kind.

Being this up-close to dragon eyes made your body tense up, in a good way,

but he frantically wrapped his arms around you when you did, burying his face in your chest to cut off eye contact. "Sh-Shinah, don't worry, I'm okay..." you mutter, stroking his hair.

You wonder where the flower crown could've gone, but it's since been forgotten about now.

He eventually lifted his head, and without missing a beat, you surged yourself forward, embracing his lips with your own; all the while staring straight into his eyes, just to prove a point. You felt all the tension in your body melt as his hands found their way to your waist, and you pulled away, smiling. "See? That wasn't so bad now, was it-" you say, before finding yourself cut off by the lips of your lover, a soft kiss, before pulling away again and observing you. You blink, and heat rose on your cheeks.

You would continue to find yourself showered in multiple kisses from him, he says he finds the expression after each one "cute."

Bonus:

Shinah would kiss you whenever he felt like it, which garnered a lot of teasing looks from the group. It's not Shinah's fault because he doesn't understand social cues.

[miraizu]

Hello!  I’m pretty new to Tumblr but am opening reader drabbles and headcanons for Hunter x Hunter, Akatsuki no Yona, Shuuen no Shiori, and a few other small fandoms!  Have no other clue how to go about this so it’s going to be a learning process lmao

[yonaofthedawnwritings]

Hello there! I recently came across your blog, and I really enjoy your writing style! I was wondering if I could request an nsfw fic of what would happen if Kija's s/o got drunk and had started to come on to him in an innocent, but sexual kind of way? Sorry if that's a little vague;; Good luck on your blog! ^^

“Kiiijaaa~”

The man is only given a few moments to react before you fall upon him with limbs tangling around his shoulders. He stumbles against your sudden weight against him, but manages to catch both his footing and wits as he turns around to face you.

“M-master?”

“Oh Kija,” you mumble, words accented more with mischief than with the vague sense of bubbly drunkenness that pervades your limbs and mind. “You’re so fuckin’ cute when you say adorable, dirty things like that.”

Kija’s face starts to burn a soft pink. 

“H...how is that d-dirty?”

You giggle and wrap your arms even tighter around him, content in the inhuman warmth of his body and the way he holds you in kind to keep your wobbly world from tipping over.

“So cuuuute~”

You can’t help but nuzzle your face into the dragon warrior’s chest, sensing his rapid heartbeat despite the inebriation. It’s not as if the man’s embarrassment is all that much a secret regardless, his affection as obvious as the sun in the middle of a clear day. The fact that he tries to hide it so desperately--that he’s so woefully inexperienced in handling his own amorous emotions--makes the flush of his cheeks all the more appealing.

It doesn’t take very much to tilt your head up and gaze into Kija’s eyes. Though they are nowhere as powerful as Shin-Ah’s own, their striking, inhuman energy leaves them almost glowing. Beautiful. Breathtaking. Though you hardly have the mental capacity to bring such words to your lips, the very same lips are able to press to the gentle curve of Kija’s jaw.

“Wanna do things to you...” you murmur against his skin. “You’re so cute when y’get all flustered.”

Kija doesn’t seem to have any words in response, as they quickly fall away into a gentle whimper that barely brushes between his soft lips. His hands clench tighter into the back of your shirt, just enough to be reminiscent of how he might clutch at you in the desperate moments of pleasure. 

It makes you want more.

“Muh-...master,” the word sounds so tense upon the dragon’s tongue. “We-...You’re not...” he takes a sudden breath, as if reserving himself to a thought, before softly pulling himself away from your hungry lips. “You’re n-not in the right mind for...this...”

Though disappointed in being unable to cover the man’s face in more gentle kisses, there is a quiet moment of acceptance in his words. Begrudging, yes, but even you have the sense enough to understand Kija wasn’t comfortable with going any further. 

Still, it does give you the space and angle to see how he’d been thoroughly effected by words and lips enough that the pale warrior’s face is a bright ruby red, and his pulse is thumping like a drum. His hair, loosed from its tie, frames his face with a delicate halo of silver. 

Beautiful. Breathtaking.

“Y’got me,” you concede at last, a smile pulling lazily at the corners of your lips. “But once I get this burned off, I’m gonna...” 

It takes a moment and a little bit of wobbling, but you manage to lean your face next to his, lips just barely brushing Kija’s ear. It takes just a few words, free-flowing with the influence of alcohol and lust, before you feel Kija’s claws clench tighter still into the back of your shirt; his heart practically skips a beat. Two beats, then three, with each and every delicious word of promise that fills the air between your mouth and his ear.

If he’s being entirely honest, it probably doesn’t start beating again until you’ve fallen asleep in his arms and he’s carried you to your bed, trying desperately to ignore the heat in his belly and the excitement coursing through his veins.

He hopes, desperately, that you’ll remember the promises when you’re sober.

[umimop-tryout]

Fandom: Akatsuki no Yona

Characters: Yun, Zeno, DDHHB mentioned

Genres: humor, parody

Length: 100 words

Warnings: un-beta ed, extremely silly

Prompt: "Statue"

Notes: that's one of the many versions of the fill for the one-word prompt my friend once gave me. Decided to bring it here just for the sake of fun. Proud of it being exactly 100 words (pure accident). You can send me a prompt too, if you wish.

"I suggest, we better just ignore the fact, that we all are seeing a statue of half-naked dancing man, who is juggling what looks like tomatoes to me and also has Zeno's face," flatly said Yun, his expression unreadable.

His companions nodded in perfect unison, making, for once in their lives, no sound. At least, not until they left the strange cavern with it's mysteries far behind for good.

"Thank you, Lad", the Gold Dragon gratefully sighed, not even trying to hide his relief.

"Don't mention it", the boy waved his hand dismissevly. "Literally", he added, his eyes dangerously narrow.

[fox-in-the-stars]

Drabble: Throwing Arm

I was cleaning out my writing slush file and found an AkaYona drabble:

Throwing Arm

Kija wants a new way to use his power.  Jaeha helps — once.

Kija wanted to become stronger, to find new ways to leverage his power.

He asked Jaeha to teach him to throw knives.

Jaeha arranged a cloth-tasseled blade in Kija’s claw and pointed him to a cliff.  “Start with an overhand throw.  Just swing and release.”

Kija steeled his resolve, swung his arm —

FYUUBANG!

Metallic dust glittered in the air and wisps of shredded cloth floated downward from a crater in the cliff face several feet above the intended target.

Jaeha stood for a moment, blinking calmly at the destruction.  “New rule: bring your own knives.”

“That’s fair,” Kija lamented.

END

I imagined this happening after The Longest Night, if you want a reason Kija suddenly wants to improve.

And note, when I say “drabble” I mean under the old-school rules: 100 words exactly for the body and 15 or less for title, summary, etc.

[rollzerox]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Akatsuki no Yona | Yona of the Dawn Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jae-Ha/Yona, Jae-Ha & Yona, Soo-Won & Yona, Kan Tae-Jun & Yona, Son Hak & Yona Characters: Yona (Akatsuki no Yona), Jae-Ha (Akatsuki no Yona), Soo-Won (Akatsuki no Yona), Kan Tae-Jun, Son Hak, Yoon | Yun Additional Tags: Drabble, Tumblr Prompt, One-Sided Attraction, Married Couple, Pregnancy, Fluff, Drama, Humor, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Feelings, Revelations Series: Part 6 of Tumblr Prompts Summary:

A collection of Tumblr Prompts I had to various characters reacting to Yona's pregnancy in my Yona/Jae-ha Alternate Chapters Series. These prompts are mostly AU and more 'what if' and don't reflect the series itself, that's why they are off to the side and don't tie into the story, more like alternate paths I could have taken with it.

[ponderingmoonlight]

i saw you want yona of the dawn requests and i am HERE. maybe hak x reader where reader is one of yona's close friends who went with them and she gets injured protecting yona but doesn't say anything? ik it's kind of cliche but i would LOVE to see you write it!!

take care of yourself. love ya <333

you know I had to write that immediately pookie <3<3<3<3

Hak stitching you up

Pairing: Hak x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,3k

Synopsis: basically the request above hehe

Warnings: honestly Hak just feels like this song to me lol, reader getting injured, a little bit of spice hehe I'll fight with Yona over that man any time

The sun hangs low on the horizon, casting an orange tone over the forest clearing. You’ve been traveling with Yona and her small band for weeks now, each day blending into the next with danger and fleeting moments of peace. Today is no exception.

The surprise attack comes swiftly, a blur of steel and shouting that leaves you breathless for a minute. Soldiers from the fire tribe, undoubtedly sent to hunt down and catch the princess, descend on your group with merciless precision.

Your instincts take over when you see Yona hesitate - her bow raised but trembling ever so slightly. You know exactly what will happen next if she doesn’t take that shot, know out of your own experience that hesitating means getting hurt. A blade is speeding toward her, the enemy’s intent clear in their eyes. There’s no doubt in the fact that he’s ready to kill the princess right here and now despite their order.

No, you can’t allow that to happen, not when you’ve been Yona’s friend and lifeguard since both of you were young.

Without a second thought, you throw yourself in front of her, your sword parrying the blow just enough to save her life.

Not enough to save yourself, though.

Pain blooms in your side, sharp and immediate, but you grit your teeth and force yourself to stay upright. There’s no time to falter, no time to whine about injuries that won’t kill you.

“(Y/N)!” Yona’s voice is panicked, but you spare her only a quick glance.

“I’m fine! Just stay behind me!”

Hak is a whirlwind of movement not far from you, his glaive cutting through attackers with ruthless efficiency. Damn, you always hated how effortlessly he looks while fighting, how he doesn’t even break a sweat while protecting Yona and you when you fail. Just like now…

But you can’t just stand back and let him do all the work. After all, you’re skilled yourself, beat all the boys around you at the age of 5. No, you don’t want to stay on the sidelines, you don’t want to be a burden.

Without thinking twice, you drag yourself back into the middle of the fight, slicing through each and everyone who gets in your way while not paying any attention to the scorching pain that travels up and down your whole right side.

The fight ends almost as quickly as it began, the last of the soldiers fleeing into the woods before you can stop him. You lean against a tree, one hand pressed to your side where blood seeps through your clothing. It’s not deep, you’re sure of it, but it hurts like hell.

Yona is at your side in an instant, her worried hands brushing your arm.

“You’re hurt!”

“Don’t-” you start, but your words falter as Hak approaches, his dark eyes narrowing as he takes in your pale face.

“You’re bleeding,” he says bluntly, his voice low and rough.

“It’s nothing,” you insist, straightening despite the dizziness threatening to take over.

“I just-”

“Don’t.”

His hand reaches out, catching your wrist before you can step away. The grip is firm but not unkind, though it awakens that strange feeling in your stomach all over again.

“Let me see.”

You hesitate, but the look in his eyes leaves no room for argument. It’s not like you have a choice in this anyway.

“I said I’m fine,” you mutter, though your knees threaten to give out as he carefully lifts the edge of your tunic to inspect the wound.

The sharp intake of his breath does not go unnoticed.

“Fine, huh? You’re bleeding like a stuck pig.”

“I’ve had worse,” you argue, trying to pull away, but he doesn’t let go, still holding onto your waist.

“You’re stubborn,” he mutters, his tone laced with frustration, but there’s something softer beneath it - something that makes your chest tighten.

“What were you thinking, throwing yourself in front of her like that?”

Oh, you have enough of this. Enough of doing what you possibly can only to get saved by him, enough of feeling like a third wheel, enough of the way Hak looks at Yona-

“I was thinking that she’s more important than I am,” you snap, immediately regretting the words when Hak’s expression darkens.

Crap, that was too much. Are you really dumb enough to reveal your silly feelings to him? As if Hak actually likes you back when he made it more than clear he has only eyes for Yona.

“Don’t say that.”

His voice is quiet but heavy, each word landing with weight.

For a moment, neither of you speaks, you don’t even dare to move. He takes a deep breath and moves closer, gently guiding you to sit on a nearby rock. Yona hovers nearby, her guilt evident, but Hak waves her off.

“I’ll take care of it,” he reassures, his tone leaving no room for argument.

You sit stiffly as he cleans the wound, the sting of the antiseptic making you wince. Just like the fact that you’re completely alone now with him in this uncomfortable situation. Hak’s hands are surprisingly gentle, his usual teasing demeanor replaced with a rare seriousness.

“You’re reckless,” he murmurs after a moment, his eyes focused on the task at hand.

“I didn’t want her to get hurt,” you mumble.

“And I don’t want you to get hurt,” he counters, his gaze snapping up to meet yours.

The intensity in his eyes makes your breath catch. Did he ever look at you with those fierce eyes? There’s not a single spark of humor gleaming in them, nothing but…

Care.

“Do you have any idea how I’d feel if something happened to you?”

The vulnerability in his voice is unexpected, and it leaves you momentarily speechless. He can’t feel like that, right? Sure, he’d be sad if you get seriously injured, but it’s not that deep for him.

…Right?

“Hak…”

He finishes wrapping the bandage around your waist, his fingers lingering for just a moment longer than necessary while his eyes seem to eat you up alive.

“Don’t scare me like that again,” he finally says, standing and offering you his hand.

His usual smirk returns, though it’s tinged with something softer.

“I can’t protect two reckless fools at the same time.”

You take his hand, allowing him to pull you to your feet. The second you touch his bare skin, a shot of electricity seems to run straight through you. What the hell has gotten into you?

“Thanks,” you mumble, feeling heat rise to your cheeks.

“Anytime,” he replies, his smirk widening.

“And (y/n),”

Faster than you’re able to even react, he spins you back straight into his arms, your head coming to a rest against his broad chest.

“You’ve got to stop making my heart race like that,” he murmurs, his voice low and smooth, the playful lilt unmistakable.

“If you keep it up, I might start thinking you’re doing it on purpose.”

Your brain short-circuits, and you barely manage to sputter out, “W-what?”

He pulls back just enough to look down at you, his signature smirk softening into something warmer, though no less teasing.

“What? You don’t think I can tell when someone’s trying to get close to me?”

It takes every ounce of strength not to collapse from the combination of embarrassment and the way his gaze seems to pierce straight through your soul.

“You’re unbelievable,” you mutter, shoving at his chest, but he doesn’t budge - if anything, his grin only widens.

“Yeah, but you like me anyway,” he replies, finally letting you go but not without ruffling your hair as he steps back.

As you gape at him, trying and failing to come up with a reasonable response, he shoots you a wink and strolls back toward camp as if nothing happened.

You’re left standing there, your heart pounding wildly, the warmth of his touch still lingering on your skin like your blood-soaked clothes.

[angrypaperearthquake-tbbb-main]

Hello honey! First of all, I want to congratulate you on 200 followers! I'm so glad people recognize your talent and I think you deserve to be proud of yourself! I'm happy to say I'm one of your biggest fans and I'm also happy to be there to talk with you and help each other when needed!

I saw you have a challenge event going on! That's so cool 🥰 I would love to participate!

I'd love a Zeno X Fem!reader romance with prompt: Helping them wash off the blood from their body (I think that was 25? I forgot TT)

Thank you so much for writing this for me! Ill be sure to send In a second one!

Love u!,

Suzy

Hello darling 😘

Thank you so much for participating in the 200 Followers Drabble Prompt Challenge event!

I really hope you enjoy this and it is what you were looking for!!! Please enjoy 🥰

Title: I Don't Want To Talk About It Fandom: Yona of the Dawn/Akatsuki no Yona Characters: Zeno x Fem!Reader Prompt: #25 - Helping them wash off the blood from their body Word Count: 100

“Back from the battle so soon?” You ask nervously while grabbing the wash basin and a washcloth. Zeno stares blankly as he sits on the stool and removes his shirt. “You’ve got a lot of scales this time,” You notice while wringing a washcloth out. Zeno remains quiet, still staring off into nowhere. “Do you want to talk about it?” You prod as you begin to gently wash the blood from his arms. “It’s okay if you don’t.” “Two thousand,” Zeno whispers. “What?” You ask in confusion as you move your ear closer to hear him. “They’re dead,” Zeno answered.

Again, thanks for participating!!! 💚

All completed drabbles will be posted on my A03 account.

[petri808]

Spiders

Hakyona ficlet @thewritingstar Starsobafictober

The shrill cry from Yona’s tent wakes Hak from a deep sleep. He rushes to it, beating the others, and bursts in ready to do battle with whoever made the woman scream. But when reaches the tent, all he finds is her cowering under the blanket. No bad guys attacking or voracious animal. Maybe she’s had a nightmare?

“What’s wrong?” He questions her. “Bad dream?” The covers move with the shaking of her head beneath it. Okay, so not a bad dream. “Then why did you scream?”

Yona peers over the edge of the blanket, her eyes scanning the tents fabric walls, searching for something. Hak turns to see, what was she looking for, because he didn’t see anything scary. “Don’t tell me you think you saw a ghost,” he drawls. “You’re too old to...”

“There...” her meek voice cuts through his own.

He follows her finger to the point on the wall, narrowing his eyes. Was she serious?! That’s what caused her to scream. Hak chuckles. “Princess, that’s a tiny spider. You can barely see it.”

“I don’t like them.”

Though all he could see were her eyes, he could envision the pout of her lips hidden below the blankets edging. “Do you want me to get rid of the nasty spider?” he teases.

She merely nods, not giving in to his amusement. “But don’t kill it.” Hak simply rolls his eyes and does as he’s asked.

When returns to let her know it’s gone and see if there was anything else, Yona nods again. “More spiders?”

“Will you stay h-here, just in case?” She asks softly. “Please?”

Hak gulps. They may have confessed their feelings, but that didn’t mean he was used to a change in the relationship yet. It was hard to break years of acting one way for another, regardless of if he desired it. “Scoot over,” he prompts her from the middle of the roll that barely fit one person, let alone two.

As soon as he lays on his side, Yona curls into his chest, facing him. Her hands lightly gripped to his robe. “Good night Hak,” she closes her eyes.

His eyes soften and he kisses her forehead, whispering, “good night.. Yona.”

[shuminsei]

i see you (yona + shinah)

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not canon ! just a short headcanon that i made up !

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"i can see you, you know?"

she just talked. to me? she can see me? but.. how?

"i'm not afraid of you." it sounded as though she's reassuring me.

i don't know what got into me but i stepped forward. out of the corner of the room. and under the bright light.

maybe i wanted to see if she could actually see me. if she would look me in the eye.

and she did.

"you.. you can see me..?"

she smiles. and nods.

"what's your name?"

"shinah"

"that's a lovely name. i'm yona"

"...i know.."

"oh, right."

none of us talk for a few seconds. and then she speaks again.

"why... are you here? i've never seen you before but, i've only felt that you were near. like, i could feel a presence. why is it only now that i can see you?"

"maybe.. maybe it was because of the incident just now..."

"...oh"

right. i just remembered. i messed up. i made contact with a human and now she can see me. what do i do?

"i'm sorry. i, i didn't mean to grab you all of a sudden"

"it's okay. you saved me" she smiles again.

her smile is pretty. she's pretty.