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Akayona Fanfiction - The Fade of Moonlight

CHAPTER 8: Chasing Thunder Clouds - Just published!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36181900/chapters/110345382 

Need to catch up? Here’s the link for Ch. 7 - A Fate Worse Than Death

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36181900/chapters/104071197

New to the fic? Here’s the link for Ch. 1 - Fear of Loss

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36181900/chapters/90192250

Playlist:

"The Fade of Moonlight" - Spotify

Each song corresponds with a chapter number. I'll be adding more songs as I publish more chapters!

As always, I hope y’all enjoy it 💚

If you do, please leave a kudos or a comment in AO3! They are no longer counting non--account readers in the hit tally. Kudos and comments are a great way to let authors know you read and enjoyed their work!

I��m so happy I was able to complete this chapter before the end of the year!!! Life through me for a loop once again and I struggled with transitioning the two sections of this chapter. I think the way I ended up doing it was good and also may have filled in an accidental plot hole. What’s also great about this chapter is that it’s also a transition chapter. We have finally finished Act I of the fic and are moving into Act II. Yay!!! 

How many Acts are there? There’s only 3 Acts. How many chapters are in each Act? No one can guess, not even me lol. There were 8 chapters in the first Act and this whole fic was originally supposed to be 10 chapters long... However, that is the beauty of writing. You start with an idea and it just evolves and transforms into something you could have never imagined.

Thanks again for reading 🥰 

[erisawrites]

My asks and writing requests are open btw <3

[queenofmoons67]

AO3 Comment Scam

[ID: A picture of an AO3 comment inbox. All four comments look the same: A keyboard smash and a link. End ID.]

Ok first time doing a post like this, and it might be obvious, but a reminder of internet safety never hurt anyone, so:

I have thirteen comments exactly like these ones in my inbox. Random name, not an AO3 account, keyboard smash, a link, and (for some reason?) on one of my Yona of the Dawn fics. (I am… expecting thirteen more comments. I have a lot of YOTD fics ok? 😅)

Anyway. Yeah. The links don’t work in the actual comment section on AO3, but they do light up blue in my email, so for anyone who needs a reminder: Do not click the link, no matter how tempting! Never follow a link if you don’t know where it goes.

Pretty basic, and this is a pretty basic scam to spot, but I just wanted to put it out there because I’ve never seen a scam like this on AO3, and who knows where it’ll go from here.

Stay safe, folks, and enjoy your fanfiction.

[windrelyn]

[Akatsuki no Yona Fanfic] Beyond the Dreams

“I’m your advisor, Your Majesty. I’ll defend our country by my last breath. I’ll make our dream come true. I’ll bring victory to Kouka. I can carry all of your burden. Don’t worry about me.” Kye-sook took the king’s hand. "But please don’t go where I cannot follow. I cannot walk in this sorrowful world without you.”

I wrote this because chater 249 hit me so hard. I cannot thank my beta-reader @antares0606 enough. Though she's not in AnY fandom, but she has known my writing style (and my mistakes) very well.

[chifunaboo]

El steampunk entrando en mis creaciones con una novela donde Kija y Jae-Ha viven la aventura del siglo en un mundo futurista donde las invenciones de muchos 'creadores' se han oxidado por una inevitable plaga que apareció una mañana.

Y esta oxidación es mortífera para los humanos más adelante, ya que todo empieza a cambiar.

Entonces, el mundo que conocemos hoy en día cambia para mal, trayendo desgracias y alterando a los humanos en búsqueda de la cura para su supervivencia.

[fairyofthefriz]

Ting Ting Ting like Glitter and Gold

She was Kaya once.  Then she was Kae-Li the nurse.  After that she was Ji-Su the priestess, then Cheung the musician, Huaen the librarian and Iseul of the circus.  Now she is Hae-Gi: she is a pirate, she is Jae-Ha’s “twin sister”, Gi-Gan’s daughter, but above all she is Zeno’s wife.  She made a deal with Ouryuu in Heaven – she is going to help the Four Dragons and their King, and they are going to like it! 

ao3    ko-fi    insta    tiktok 

Day Seven of the Bakers Dozen Birthday Update Spree!

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I'm speechless 🥺

It's... perfect. More than perfect. It's a masterpiece 😱

I couldn't have asked for anything more 🤧

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!

MY BABIES 😭

If anyone has read my fic "The Fade of Moonlight", you might recognize this scene from Chapter 3: Caged Birds, in the "Age 9" section, which is arguably the cutest scene ever. It's also their last happy scene together.

This is the scene that started it all. This is the scene that floated around in my mind. This is the scene that ultimately prompted me to write the fic. This. Bathed in moonlight. Blissful for such a short while. A dichotomy of abused children finding happiness in the smallest moments. But, all moonlight fades eventually.

Thank you so much @foxxiatto-art-writing for making the picture in my head come to life like I never imagined 💚

If anyone hasn't read The Fade of Moonlight and wants to, you can find it here:

Request: @angrypaperearthquake

I had to pull it and repost it because the other was waaay too dark.

[ratherhavehopewithyou]

"He saw red. Not the red of blood leaving his body or pain obscuring his vision. It was the red he saw each night upon closing his eyes and the red he sought each morning the moment he opened them. The red that colored his strongest desires and haunted his deepest fears. The red that served as his guiding force, like a trail of radiant sunlight; that set his life ablaze and drove him forward each day. It was the red of his very heart."

A group of South Kai soldiers ambush Yona and her companions' camp while traveling in Earth Tribe lands. The story starts in the midst of battle, and Hak is struggling to regroup with the rest of the dragons. Cornered by enemies one after the other, things are looking grim when he receives aid from someone unexpected.

This is totally new for me, but I wrote an AnY / HakYona fic! This series has taken over my life in the best way, and after reading so many incredible fics out there, I needed my own outlet lol. Feel free to give it a read and let me know your thoughts! I hope you enjoy <3

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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.

[vannahfanfics]

A Most Dangerous Game Part II

Before you read, here’s Part I!

Category: General Fluff, Mild Romantic Fluff

Fandom: Yona of the Dawn

Characters: Soo-Won, Yona, Son Hak

Requested By: farrah87 (Ao3) 

Soo-Won's footsteps were muffled by the plush carpet overlaying the stone castle floor. Night had descended over the country's capital; starlight streamed in through the marbled glass windows, painting wave-like patterns of white on the ruby-red fabric stretching through the hall. Most of the castle had retired to bed; only zealous academics and the castle guard roamed at this hour- and Soo-Won, the king with a ticking time bomb. 

He sighed pallidly and swept a swathe of his pale blond hair from his face, grimacing when he found the strands clumped with perspiration. I have to be careful not to overexert myself… It won't do for the Crimson Illness to get out, he thought with a small sigh. So easy it was to say that, but so hard to put into practice when Soo-Won had so much to attend to in the shortening period of his life. I have to ensure this country will prosper and thrive after… He didn't finish the sobering thought. 

A flash of movement caught his eye. He squinted in the gloom at the window a few yards ahead of him; it creaked as it turned inward, spilling the cool night air into the spacious hallway. Soo-Won's eyebrow cocked as a pair of long legs slipped through the open window, clad in loose tan garments. The king momentarily wondered if an assassination attempt would shatter his daily humdrum. The prospect disappeared as the person jumped down from the sill, flicking his jade-green hair from his face and flashing Soo-Won a confident smirk. 

"Well, good evening, Your Majesty." Jae-Ha's voice was like honey, smooth and sweet and unbothered. A pink-faced Kija poked his head through the window next to give the king a frightened look. 

"I thought you said we wouldn't be caught?" The white dragon hissed to his comrade as he gracelessly wormed his way down from the window. He landed clumsily on his rump, and crossed his arms to pout at Jae-Ha like it was the taller man's fault. Jae-Ha's smirk remained sharp enough to cleave diamond, while Zeno's head popped into the window next. By this point, Soo-Won was very amused, smiling with a mirthful twinkle in his eyes as he watched the boyish yellow-haired dragon scramble down from the window. 

"How lucky are we, to run into Mr. King, huh?" Zeno laughed joyously. Kija had stood up from the ground but was still muttering that they were unfortunate for the unplanned encounter. Shin-ah was silent as he climbed through the window, lithe and quiet like a panther. Ao chittered good-naturedly on his shoulder. 

"Is the medicine boy coming, or did he elect to stay home?" Soo-Won joked smugly. His gaze swept over the four dragons who'd snuck into the castle with very little fanfare. He didn't know whether to be impressed with the dragons or concerned with the capabilities of his guards. "I assume you've snuck in to see Yona?"

"That's right." Jae-Ha quipped curtly. Soo-Won had assumed that planning the impromptu lunch meeting would come back to nip him in the rear, but he hadn't quite expected the dragons to commit burglary after only a week. He sighed wearily and pinched the bridge of his nose. They're already here, and I don't exactly think they'll listen to me when I ask them to leave, he thought sourly. 

"Very well. I was on my way to my study to retrieve some documents; Yona's quarters are close by, so I'll escort you there. However, I'll only allow you to visit under my supervision," he said firmly. Allowing Yona to see her beloved dragons kept her complacent, but Soo-Won couldn't allow her to push the envelope. If the dragons were brazen enough to sneak into the castle in the dead of night, thoughts of rebellion and mischief wouldn't have much trouble blooming in their minds. Out of his peripheral vision, Soo-Won saw the dark black blob of his shadow guard, Hiyori, peering around the corner. The man wouldn't act now that Soo-Won had expressed his permission, but his presence still left a sour taste in his mouth. Joo-Doh and Kye-Sook will surely hear of this… Groaning, he rubbed his temples as a small headache began to pulse in the front of his skull. So much for not exerting myself. 

The dragons were quiet as Soo-Won escorted them through the dark castle hall; they exchanged no words during the five-minute stroll to his study. A pair of braziers smoldered beside the door. He instructed the four of them to wait outside while he retrieved his documents. The hour was late, at least ten or eleven, so he was sure that the princess had retired to her bedchamber. That's why he couldn't stifle the shocked gasp when he closed the door behind him and turned around to see Yona curled into a ball on the floor, sobbing pitifully. 

"Yona?!" He crossed the room in three quick strides, falling into a kneeling position beside her. The girl moaned forlornly as he gently placed his hands on her shoulders and peered into her tear-streaked face. "Yona…" As her form relaxed, he spied a small leather-bound book clutched in her arms. Yona offered no resistance as he tugged the book from her grip to peer at the cover. A cold flush flooded through his veins, ice water that left every muscle locked and every nerve screaming. His mother's name was written in neat black ink in the upper right corner. This is… Her memoir, he realized with cold horror. Another ice-cold flush seared through his veins at the realization that Yona had read the diary cover-to-cover. His windpipe constricted inside his throat, but for the sake of the weeping girl before him, he swallowed the anger and fear and despair in favor of smiling weakly. 

"Yona," he shushed as he swept her dawn-red hair from her eyes. "Please don't cry." 

"I-i wasn't sure what I was expecting," she choked out between wracking sobs. The heels of her palms dug into her eyes, smearing the tears that continued to fall. "But I… Oh, Soo-Won," she lamented. His eyes widened as she abruptly collapsed against him, embracing him in a tight hug. His hands hovered in the air around her head before slowly drifting down to wrap around her petite frame. Yona had treated him so coldly as of late, so to have the girl burying her face into his sternum and tearing into his clothes as if to anchor him to herself was admittedly disorienting. Still a little stunned, his movements were robotic as he rubbed soothing circles into the small of her back. "I just… I can't believe you're going to die." 

She whispered the last word, as if uttering it aloud would cause him to collapse then and there. 

“Yona,” Soo-Won sighed deeply. The idea of death spilled bitter acid over his tongue, but he ignored it in favor of comforting the distraught princess. He rested his cheek against the top of her head, stroking her short tresses of dawn-red hair. He could offer no words of comfort or refusal, however; the girl was right. Whether he liked it or not, Soo-Won’s flame was flickering it out, slowly but surely. Soo-Won could only reassure her with his presence. He was not dead yet. 

The comfort had its intended effect. Gradually, Yona’s sobs quieted into little sniffles. The princess slumped against him, exhausted by her misery. Soo-Won continued to soothingly stroke her back as she fluttered her teary lashes to peer mournfully up at him. 

“Soo-Won…” 

Fate had a sense of irony, because, in that moment, Soo-Won was gripped by a severe attack. Burning pain blossomed in his skull, and he slumped wholly against Yona. The girl exclaimed as she unexpectedly had to bear the brunt of his weight, and her slim arms wrapped around him to help her shoulder the burden. Soo-Won’s breaths came in heavy, ragged gasps, and his vision flared white as the pain seared through his brain tissue. He whined Yona’s name as darkness encroached on his field of sight. Like all the times before, he had the oddest sensation of becoming weightless; he drifted down, down, down into the dark abyss, and everything fell away…

~~~~~~~~~~

“Soo-Won? Soo-Won!” Yona’s voice cracked with fright as the king slumped against her and quickly slipped into unconsciousness. Her body trembled with the terrible weight of him against her and the fear gripping her body. “Help! Someone, help!” she screamed. Her cries bounced around the small study to pierce her eardrums in shrill, frantic cries. She was nearly hyperventilating when her dragons burst into the door, calling her name and demanding to know what was the matter. Yona’s mind was so disoriented by Soo-Won’s sudden collapse that she didn’t even question why her dragons were in the palace in the first place. 

“H-h-h-he just fell limp, just like that, I-i-i-i don’t know w-what’s wrong!” she stammered, words falling off her tongue faster than she could think them. “Oh, Soo-Won, Soo-Won!” The horrible truths contained in Lady Yon-hi’s diary were still fresh on her mind, so in her manic state, she believed that Soo-Won could have literally died right in her arms. Fresh tears streamed down her face in thick, salty streams, and her entire body quaked violently with tremors. Jae-Ha and Shin-ah pulled the man’s body off of Yona, and she screamed again as his head flopped lifelessly against the tall, green-haired man’s chest. 

“Princess, Princess!” Kija cried while shaking her shoulder violently. “His Majesty Soo-Won is still alive. Please, calm yourself. He’s only fallen unconscious.” Kija had to repeat the words several times for them to finally breach the barrier of the blood roaring in Yona’s ears. Her eyelashes fluttered as she forced herself down from the frantic high, and sure enough, she could see Soo-Won’s chest rising and falling with deep but labored breaths. “There, now,” her white dragon crooned reassuringly in her ears. “We’ll get His Majesty to his quarters-” 

“No!” Yona objected quickly. “Take him to my quarters. It’s much closer- but do it quietly and quickly! Soo-Won’s condition is a secret!” As Jae-ha and Shin-ah supported Soo-Won’s weight between them and slipped out of the study to hurry towards Yona’s bower, the princess followed, nearly tripping over her own feet in her haste. Out of her peripheral vision, she spied the shadow guard assigned to protect the king slip away into the darkness of the castle. Yona didn’t bother calling out to him. His message was the least of her concerns right now. 

Yona bustled past the two dragons to scurry to her bed, violently ripping back the comforter. “Here! Put him here,” she commanded, trying to seem authoritative and calm but failing miserably due to the shakiness of her voice. She swiftly covered Soo-Won as they laid him in the bed. When she put the back of her hand against his forehead, the heat rolling off his sweaty skin nearly scalded her. She barked at Zeno to bring her a basin of water and a dishrag. When the immortal dragon did as bid, she wasted no time in saturating the rag with the cool liquid and placing it on Soo-Won’s head. Yona’s wide, red eyes frantically coursed over Soo-Won’s sleeping form to search for something, anything that she could do. 

She could do nothing- only sit there and watch, and pray, and weep about her twisted desire to see Soo-Won live despite all he’d done. 

~~~~~~~~~~

Joo-Doh came to collect the collapsed king in due time. Her dragons had slipped away in the meantime to avoid retribution. If the shadow guard had told Joo-Doh of their presence, he never mentioned, and no judgment was passed down upon her friends. Yona stayed by the king’s side in the interim. Her feelings still confused her; the childish love she had harbored for the man had blossomed into something stranger and less defined. She knew she didn’t love him like she loved Hak, but… She did love him, in some confusing, mystifying sense. Despite it all, she couldn’t see him die. So she remained with him, holding his hand and cursing the fate that had warped him into the desperate and lonely man he’d become. 

Soo-Won recovered by the following morning… 

and awoke to pass some surprisingly divisive decrees. 

He ordered the 13th company to begin undertaking rigorous training, citing the need for “all troops in the impending war with Kai.” Even more surprisingly, he appointed Hak as the commander of the unit and the overseer for their training. Kye-Sook was livid and vehemently opposed the notion, but Soo-Won coldly shut down his obstruction by recounting Hak’s extensive military accomplishments. The coup de grace came with his final decree- due to Soo-Won’s frail condition, for the time being, the commanders of each unit must report to Yona for the time being. Additionally, Yona would oversee the training of the 13th company, and her dragons would also participate in the drills. 

In a bold move that turned his most dangerous game on its head, Soo-Won gave Yona a direct line of access to Hak and her dragons. Yona had no idea what had flipped the switch so suddenly in Soo-Won’s head. She was so accustomed to his carefully crafted plans, his refined and sophisticated scheming, that this outrageously brazen play rocked Yona to her core. She couldn’t comprehend his motives this time, not one bit… But she couldn’t find it within herself to complain. 

“Come in.” Her curt order bounced off the walls of her bower following the loud, authoritative knock. Yona was still pretty much confined to her quarters, so the company commanders ventured there to give their daily reports. Many times they acquired where Lord Soo-Won was, and she always politely replied that he was resting because his duties had become taxing as of late. Anticipating this visit as such, she procured a fresh of parchment and her inkwell and quill before patiently awaiting her guest to arrive. She couldn’t help the gleeful smile that alit her face when Hak swiftly entered. 

“Good evening, Princess.” His voice dripped from his smirking mouth like the sweetest honey, sending titillating tingles propagating all through her body. Hak crossed the room to kneel in front of her small work desk. Yona half-listened to his report, scrawling brief notes as necessary. Once he finished his statement, she pushed the papers aside with some dull quip thanking him for his services. Hak immediately slumped over the edge of the table, leaning his cheek in his hand and smirking flirtatiously at her. “I really despise all this official stuff,” he sighed melodramatically. “Such a bore.” 

“Yes, but you’re commanding the thirteenth company now,” she reminded him poignantly. Hak smiled at her comment; Yona knew it relieved him to hold some position of authority again, especially one that provided him steady access to the princess. However, a frown slowly overtook his pleased features. 

“I just don’t get it. What’s his game?” Yona looked down at the table as he posed the very pertinent question. Yona still couldn’t wrap her mind around it- this complicated chess game Soo-Won was manipulating before her eyes. She hadn’t even an idea of how the pieces were arranged- who was a pawn, a rook, a knight, a queen. Soo-Won’s sudden move may have been disorienting, but it didn’t change the fact that he was in almost complete control of the pieces, and slowly encroaching on Yona’s. 

“I don’t know,” she sighed wearily. She crawled around the edge of the table to cuddle into Hak, suddenly craving his presence. She usually did when the confusion closed in around her, and she desired nothing more than to escape for just a few brief moments. Hak enveloped her in his big, strong arms. He hugged her to his body and dropped a kiss to the top of her head. “I don’t know,” she repeated. “He has plans for us, but I just can’t fathom what lies in store for us… This is a most dangerous game we are playing, Hak, and I feel like I am losing my cards one by one.” 

“Heyyyy,” he crooned and hugged her tighter, as if to shield her from her misgivings. “No matter what happens, Yona, I will protect you,” he swore, his voice deep and harsh with conviction. Despite the impracticality of it, Yona felt her worries melt away. She dissolved into Hak’s gentle embrace, closing her eyes to savor the brief moment of sanctuary he offered her. 

It was a most dangerous game between Yona and Soo-Won… And so Yona cherished these brief moments of respite, where she didn’t have to worry about the cards in her hand. Hak took those hands and kissed along her fingertips and knuckles, showering her in love and affection. She didn’t understand Soo-Won’s game at all… but she was grateful for this newest move, because now at least she could be with the person she loved most.

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[kagohme]

Tipping the Scale

Yona finds out Kye-Sook's true intentions towards their alliance.

—A speculation on how the martial arts tournament will play out.

Note: Contains spoilers for chapter 180.

Yona gripped the arms of the throne when Ki-Ja willingly received yet another blow to the side.

Jae-Ha had been the first to compete, and the citizens had gone wild over his charming looks. His quick movements and precise hits had not only won the crowd over but had also won the match quite easily. However, during the match, Yona had noticed he left a few openings for his opponent, causing him to sustain a few injuries.

Next had been Shin-Ah. The audience had been wary once they caught sight of his piercing gold eyes, but he hadn’t defeated Hak out of pure luck. His match had ended in an instant, deeming it the fastest matches to end just after Hak’s intended one with General Joo-Doh three years ago. Despite such a feat, murmurings had spread amongst the crowd, who feared the amount of strength within such a slender young man.

As soon as Ki-Ja entered the arena, it was clear what Kye-Sook’s true intentions were. Just like with Jae-Ha, the audience swooned over his looks but immediately recoiled at the sight of his right arm. Ki-Ja were forced to hold back against his opponent, causing him to endure hits he could have easily avoided. It was worse than Jae-Ha’s match. Yona knew Ki-Ja could use his right arm to knock out his opponent, but he wouldn’t because he refused to tarnish the dragons’ reputation.

Kye-Sook took advantage of the dragon warriors’ immense strength. He purposely chose the order in which the dragons would compete, fully aware that each and every one would heighten the fear in the people. As a result, they were forced to restrain themselves and take a few hits.

And all Yona could do was watch, held back by the cold presence of the throne beneath her.

Question is, who was leading this alliance exactly—Soo-Won or Kye-Sook? 

After a few punches, kicks, and slams the ground, naturally, Ki-Ja won, face splattered with blood and bruises.

Zeno was next. Yona dreaded how the audience would perceive an immortal.

At the mouth of the tunnel leading to the arena, Zeno clenched his fists as Ki-Ja passed by. He had no fighting expertise, and eventually his opponent and the audience would notice why his injuries would disappear. And if centuries of life taught him anything, it was that humans always feared anything foreign. This wasn’t going to end well for any of them.

He took a deep breath once he was signaled to enter the arena. He moved forward, but a firm hand stopped him from entering the public eye.

He looked up, and his eyes widened. “What are you—?” he asked.

Hak merely walked past him, and almost immediately, the crowd erupted into cheers.

The legendary Thunder Beast was here. Some were excited to see him, having witnessed his continuous triumphs and unbeatable strength. They desired to see him in action once again especially since he hadn’t shown up for his match against General Joo-Doh. Others were disappointed as they wanted to see yet another dragon’s powers.

Little did they know that they did indeed have another dragon to behold. 

Yona let out a breath, and her heart thudded at the sight of her childhood friend. Just when everything was spiraling out of control, Hak arrived—just like he always did.

General Joo-Doh growled. “What is the meaning of this insolence?” he cried out. “I knew we should’ve locked him up!”

Kye-Sook cursed under his breath. He turned to the king. “Your Majesty, we must remove him at once,” he advised hastily.

Soo-Won looked down at his former friend with a look of indifference. Yona knew that he was equally unsurprised by Hak’s dramatic entrance.

“The citizens have seen him already,” he said calmly. “Removing him from the tournament will cause a public outrage.”

Kye-Sook bristled in anger, and Yona delighted in seeing the expression on his usually stoic face.

The alliance had been sensitive at first, but ever since they entered Hiryuu Castle, the odds had been leaning towards Soo-Won’s (or Kye-Sook’s) favor. Yona was restricted by every decision the royal advisor made, threatening her with her friends’ well-being in the process. However, she knew that she wasn’t the only one who felt powerless—so was Hak. He was pushed to the shadows because he posed a dangerous threat to the royal crown. He never hid his bloodlust towards Soo-Won. 

Though Kye-Sook had every right to fear Hak, there was another presence he should’ve feared as well. 

Having Yona sit upon the queen’s throne was deliberate. Once the citizens witnessed it, it placed her and King Soo-Won in a bind. Public opinion was easily swayed, and the citizens loved both King Soo-Won and Princess Yona. Having them joined in matrimony would make them even happier.

So, Yona took a page out of Kye-Sook’s book and took advantage of her place on the queen’s throne. She stood up and walked until she was clearly seen.

Hak’s large, comforting back was facing her, and she willed for him to look at her. It pained her heart to realize that this was the first time she saw him since entering Hiryuu Castle.

The crowd got even more excited at Yona’s action, and a dozen pairs of curious, confused eyes were directed towards her. She sought only one.

Hak looked back and caught Yona’s steady eyes. He caught the message swiftly.

Win, Hak.

He smirked. “With pleasure, Your Majesty,” he said.

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The so-called alliance is annoying me, so this is the result.

Hak has been prevented from taking extreme measures (stopped from killing Soo-Won twice), and I feel like the chapters so far have been leading up to him finally blowing up and taking some action. But not in the way we’d expect.

Thanks for reading! Feedback is appreciated.

[crlese]

Not gonna lie, I'm kinda in love with your Hakyona fanfic. It's so accurate to the characters and I was thoroughly entertained by every line. Do you take prompts? If you ever have time, I'd love to see a fic about Hak (or Yona) in formal attire :)

Oh, thank you so much! Ah, this means so much. Of course, I take prompts! I love them (less work in thinking of plot, haha). Here it is, I hope you enjoy

The mansion was huge.

Almost every item in the place seemed to be monumental; glimmering with its significance. People were chattering, women and men held glasses in their hands. Their sips were of eloquence and movements graceful. Even though all the guests were visibly oozing with a cultivated demeanor – their faces were hidden behind a mask. The only facial features that were seen were the lips, nose and their high cheekbones.

“Ah…” A melodic voice muttered. Jae-Ha held a hand to his heart while his face prowled the area. His mask was embroidered with sparkling red gems and sleek fabric. “Look at all these gorgeous women and men. I think my heart’s going to burst – I can’t take all the beauty. But I’m glad you all agreed to come. Especially you, Yona-dear.”

Yona only shared half of his enthusiasm. Despite her upbringing, she started to become a lot more reluctant when it came to these kinds of events. Especially when she had to throw on an expensive gown. However, what made her lips quirk downwards was the fact that Hak was nowhere to be seen. They never managed to catch a glimpse of him; not even before their departure to this masquerade ball.  

“Hmm, how irresponsible of Hak for not showing up,” Kija said, as if reading her thoughts. His silver hair was untucked from the tight hairband he always wore; and instead it glided down the length of his back. The mask he wore slightly rose when his nose scrunched. “Actually, I shouldn’t be surprised that he’s late. Maybe he gave up.”

Yona sighed. “I wonder what’s taking him so long.”

Yoon placed a hand on her shoulder. “I wonder why, too. Who would miss an opportunity like this? It’s a day like this when you flaunt what you got. Especially a pretty boy like me.”

Yona laughed at his comment.

“And Zeno,” Zeno included, his steps bounced as he made his way towards them. His cheeks were bulging from the food in his mouth, but it didn’t stop him from emitting a toothy grin. His usual unruly blonde hair was matted with gel that he applied himself – it was obvious, because he did a poor job. Yona stifled a giggle when she saw him. A few strands were sticking out, but he paid no heed. He wore a frilly white shirt which contrasted with his gaudy mask. “Actually, Zeno saw Hak at the back, he was glaring at his shoes.”

“What?” Jae-Ha exclaimed. “He’s here? When? Why didn’t you bring him? I want to see that half-hidden handsome face of his.” Then grinned. “Oh, and his body.”

Yona suddenly flushed at the thought of seeing Hak in his formal attire. The usual image Yona connected to Hak was his masculinity and ferociousness… to see him so tamed and sophisticated… well, that brought colour to her cheeks. She shook the thoughts away; her neck warming up from embarrassment. Yoon was scrutinizing the area, donning on a slight smile. He seemed to be enjoying the décor and overall atmosphere. This brought happiness to Yona.

At least he’s enjoying himself, she thought. That’s all that matters.

It wasn’t only him who was fascinated with the whole setting. Shin-ah was dragging his feet; curiously surveying the people, chairs, tables, everything really. He really stood out among the crowd, because the mask he always wore was quite unusual. Yona and the others tried getting him into a suit, but he quickly rebuffed the idea with a rapid shake of his head. All he wore was his normal clothes and a confused pout planted on his lips.  

“Hak,” Yoon suddenly yelled, waving his arms. A couple of people looked his way due to the disturbance. Noticing his loud tone, Yoon blushed and bowed his head in shame. He quickly peeked his eyes upwards and mouthed angrily for Hak to come over. Yona adjusted her shoulders and narrowed her eyes – ready to scold Hak for his tardiness. However, when she swiveled her face around, the words she was going to utter quickly died on her lips.

Yona all but froze.

Handsome. Absolutely handsome. That was the first word that erupted in her mind, and followed by many others. A navy-blue suit jacket clung onto his muscular body; his large shoulders and biceps were silhouetted underneath the smooth woven fabric. A white collared shirt peeked from the space that his jacket didn’t cover. White buttons lined the middle ridges of the shirt; everything perfectly fitted with his sinewy physique. His pants embraced his well-built thighs and narrowed at his slim waist. Although his face was partly hidden, the rough edges of his jaw and thin nose made Yona’s eyes widen. His mask was black and plain, hugging onto the tips of his cheekbones.

However, what didn’t change was the rowdiness of his hair; they looked soft and messy as they sat on top of his head. Yona felt the urge to walk up to him and thread her fingers through the strands. One of his hands were in his pocket, and it bulged from where it rested. Hak was walking towards them, with a scowl on his face; but it was different from his usual strut. It was alight with this different type of swagger; stylish, professional but also a bit daunting.

“Hak,” Jae-Ha sang, slugging his arm over his friend’s shoulder once Hak was in front of the others; his jaw tight as he toed the floor. Jae-Ha leaned in closer, giving him a salacious grin. “Why were you hiding your beautiful body away from us? You look wonderful.”

Hak gave him a menacing glare. “I suggest you shut up, Droopy-Eyes. Before I do it for you.”

Jae-Ha’s flirtatious smile widened. “Oooh, I hope your way of shutting me up is with your mouth.”

Hak started a retort, but when his eyes flickered over to Yona, he quickly became silent. His eyes were wide as they followed down her body; a blush rose on his cheeks. Yona cocked her head. “Hak? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, princess,” Hak responded; his voice was breathless. “You just look different, that’s all. Just scared me a little.”

Yona suddenly felt self-conscious. She tugged an edge of her gown. “Scared you? Does it look bad?” The thought of Hak hating it made Yona’s heart tug.

“No!” Hak yelled, his deep voice piercing into the air. The people around him stopped and looked at him in confusion. Yona’s lips parted in surprise at the sudden change of tone, wondering if she said something wrong. Kija was looking at him with a knowing stare, much to Yona’s perplexed state. Hak coughed and looked away, scratching his nape. His black hair was a curtain over his features, but the flush of his neck was visible. “Uh, you, um look fine.”

“More than fine,” Yoon interrupted. “She looks beautiful, right Hak?”

Yona felt her face heat up, not daring to look at Hak. But she was also curious to hear his answer. He’s probably just going to make fun of –

“Yes.” His voice suddenly serious.

Then their eyes met and it’s as if time stopped. His dark eyes gazed at her in such a way that made heat pool inside her stomach. He walked closer to her; his nose barely touching hers. Everyone seemingly disappeared at that moment – and it almost seemed like it was just the two of them. The right sleeve of his suit rustled as he brought his palm towards her cheek. Once it made contact, she felt heat spread through her face. Yona was confused, mesmerized and attracted to this new Hak. Music started playing through the area; it filled her ears with a soft melody, humming and moving. Suddenly, her face was tilted back and Hak’s nose brushed hers. Yona’s eyes stared up at Hak’s shadowed face, his eyes boring into her from underneath his eyelashes. The intensity of his look poured onto Yona like waves of energy.

“Yona?” His voice was deeper than usual.

“Yes?” Her response was a whisper; both her eyes were scanning his face, her eyebrows furrowed. Trying to piece together what he was thinking.

“I…” Hak started, then paused. His lips were parted, but he closed it and scrunched his eyes. Yona tilted her face, her forehead still wrinkled with confusion. After a moment, he opened his eyes and held out his elbow – giving her a genuine but cheeky grin. An emotion flickered in his gaze, but it quickly disappeared. He swooped Yona’s petite form into his broad one, not waiting for her to loop her elbow into his. Hak pressed his lips against her ear. 

“Let’s dance.”

[aishiteru-kenshin]

Fanfic: Dawn and Dusk, by VannahFanfics

Fandom: Akatsuki no Yona / Yona of The Dawn

Pairing: Su-Won x Yona

Synopsis: If Yona is like the dawn, bright and blazing and fierce, then Su-Won is like the dusk, cold and ethereal. Yona knows that the two of them can never exist in the same sky together, but that doesn't stop her from loving him.

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Reblogging this masterpiece again 😍

Kimi, The Fade of Moonlight (from the AngryPaperEarthquake's fanfic)

@angrypaperearthquake I know you will be very happy, today I wanted to draw something but I didn't know what😅, and then I remembered you trying to make kimi through the picrew game😆. So I drew her. I hope you like it😊. [Drawing by me 😘]

[moonstruck-writing]

Masterlist

Updated 27/07/2024

Fluff ✉

Angst ☂

Smut ⚠

Humour ☼

Requested ↹

A3!

☽ Spring Troupe

Tsuzuru Minagi

↳ Like the inside of your hoodie ✉☂

↳ Sheltered Winter ✉↹

☽ Summer Troupe

Kazunari Miyoshi

↳ Slipping Away ☂new!

Misumi Ikaruga

↳ A learner for you ⚠✉

Kumon Hyoudou

↳ Imperfect Parfaits and Other Oxymorons ✉☂ ↳ Permanence ☂✉ new!

All troupe members (Summer)

↳ Roses and Friendship ✉

☽ Autumn Troupe

Omi Fushimi

↳ Sweet Wounds ✉

↳ The International Club's Party ☂✉

Banri/Juza

↳ Burn ☂✉

All troupes

↳ Thank you, Mankai ✉☂

Akatsuki no Yona

Shin-Ah

↳ Words ☂✉

Jae-Ha/Kija

↳ Vulnerable with you ⚠✉

A Sign of Affection

↳ A Budding Change ✉ new!

Ayakashi Romance Reborn

Ginnojo

↳ New bonds ⚠✉

Kuro

↳ Sunshine in winter ⚠✉

↳ Your first trip together ✉

Nachi

↳ Loyal ⚠✉

↳ Study Time ✉

Koga Kitamikado

↳ Promises ✉☂

Aoi

↳ Painting on skin ✉

Blue Flag

Taichi/Touma

↳ Reality after daydreams ✉

Break My Case

☽Watchdog Dept.

Shinobu Aizawa

↳Gym Confessions ✉☂new!

Haikyuu!!

Nishinoya

↳ Insecurities ✉☂

Suna

↳ Staring Contest ✉

Heartstopper

Tao x Elle

↳ Is it okay to break a promise? ✉

Ikemen Prince

Yves Kloss

↳ Red and Golden ⚠✉

↳ Devoted Attention ✉

↳ A blessing in disguise ✉☂

Luke Randolph

↳ Towards Spring ✉ ↳ Bonfire Night ✉ new!

Rio Ortiz

↳ A new family member ✉☂

↳ We could always elope ✉

↳The First Night ⚠✉

Ikemen Revolution

Luka Clemence

↳ Proof of Affection ⚠✉

↳ Another Step ⚠✉

Paradox Live

☽ BAE

↳ International Women's Day hc ✉

Allen Sugasano

↳ Rebound ☂✉

☽ AKYR

Iori Suiseki

↳ Fire and Ice ✉

Zen Gaho

↳ Wearing His Clothes ✉ ⚠ ↳ On a Chilling Night (Part 2 of Wearing His Clothes)✉ new!

Satsuki Ito

↳ His scent, your scent ✉ ⚠ new!

☽ VISTY

↳ International Women's Day hc ✉ ↳ Perfect Cracks ⚠☂✉

Sk8 the Infinity

Reki Kyan

↳ Familiarity ✉

Tears of Themis

Luke Pearce

↳ A Christmas Surprise ⚠ ✉☼

↳ Love Languages headcanons ✉

↳ To touch a soulmate ✉☂ ↳ Shared breaths on damp pillows ✉☂ new!

Artem Wing

↳ Interpretations and Hypotheticals ✉

↳ Fireworks ✉

↳ Love Languages headcanons ✉

↳ Soaring ✉ ↹

Other / Multifandom

↳ I want to be like... (in celebration of International Women's Day)

↳ I want to eat your past | I want to eat your pancreas fic ☂