#akayona fanfiction

[ponderingmoonlight]

yotd men walking in on you in a hot spring

Pairings: Shin-Ah x fem!reader; Hak/Kija x fem!reader; Bonus with all yotd men hehe

Word Count: 4,6k

Warnings: it's getting heated in Hak's part y'all hehe

I would super duper appreciate it if you like even though you're not a fan of Yona of the Dawn but because of me hehe <3

Shin-Ah accidentally protecting you from danger

The hot spring’s warmth soothes every aching muscle in your tired body, the gentle lap of water against the rocks almost hypnotic. You tilt your head back, letting the steam curl around you like a protective cocoon while you can’t help but let out a sign of relief. When was the last time you’ve had some time for yourself? Away from constant danger, away from the snide remarks of Hak and Jae-Ha who annoy you straight to the core. No, it’s just you and the moon-lit forest around the spring which hums with life - chirping crickets, rustling leaves, and the distant call of a bird.

But then, the forest goes quiet.

The sudden stillness prickles at the back of your neck. You sit upright, scanning the tree line, your heart thumping louder than the now-muted sounds of nature. What on earth was that? Should you…call for the boys?

“SOMEONE HEL-“

Before you can call out, a shadow moves. There’s a blur of movement, and then he’s there.

Shin-Ah steps into the clearing like a ghost, his sword glowing faintly in his grasp. His golden eyes flash across you, scanning the surroundings with deadly precision.

“Shin-Ah?” you call, startled, your voice cracking slightly.

You instinctively sink deeper into the water, heat rushing to your face. There might be something dangerous out there, but…

You’re still completely naked.

His head snaps toward you, his gaze meeting yours. For a moment, his body remains rigid, and you swear his grip on his sword tightens. Then, slowly but surely, recognition dawns. His posture softens just slightly, though his eyes dart around the spring’s edge.

“Danger,” he murmurs, his voice low and clipped.

He’s still scanning the shadows as if expecting something, or someone, to emerge.

“Danger?” you echo, confusion lacing your tone.

“I didn’t…wait, is there something out there?”

Shin-Ah takes a step closer, the faint glow of his dragon power intensifying. You can see his chest rise and fall beneath his cloak as he breathes deeply, his heightened senses working overtime. Then, from the bushes nearby, there’s a rustle and a loud, sudden croak.

Your heart skips a beat, your body instinctively pressing against Shin-Ah’s. You’ve never really been a fighter, only joined because Yona is your best friend. You can’t die out here, butt-naked in a hot spring while taking a bath, right?

A frog leaps into the clearing, landing with an awkward splash near the water’s edge.

For a moment, neither of you move. Then Shin-Ah’s shoulders slump, his sword’s light fades as he lowers the blade. The danger was nothing but a…frog?

You burst into laughter, the tension in your body evaporating while you’re forced to hold onto Shin-Ah’s shoulder for support.

“You thought a frog was dangerous?”

Shin-Ah turns back and glances at you, his mask hiding any expression, but the way he hesitates and fidgets with Ao’s tail betrays his embarrassment. His ears, you notice, are bright red by now.

Still smiling, you tilt your head at him.

“You didn’t have to rush in so dramatically, you know. I was perfectly fine. Even though I have to admit I was glad seeing you when I heard that strange noise.”

But then his eyes flicker down to the water - and widen slightly as realization dawns.

Your body is pressed against his, your skin burning through his wet clothes. But it’s not only the fact that you’re touching him.

You’re…you’re nude.

His entire body stiffens, and he takes a quick step back, his hand gripping Ao a little too tightly while he stumbles back like an idiot.

You follow his gaze and remember too late: you’re naked in the hot spring. And to top it all off, you pressed your naked body against his.

“Shin-Ah!” you shout, sinking deeper into the water, your face burning hotter than the steam surrounding you.

“Don’t look!”

“I…I wasn’t!” he stammers, his voice higher-pitched than usual.

He turns so quickly that he almost trips on the hem of his cloak, spinning on his heel to face away from you. You can see the tips of his ears glowing crimson beneath his hood.

“I… I didn’t notice. I mean - I noticed, but I wasn’t looking-!”

Before you can stop yourself, a giggle escapes your lips. Did you ever feel more embarrassed than right now? Well, no matter how embarrassed you feel, one look at Shin-Ah’s tensed back tells you more than urgently that he feels 10 times worse.

“I hope I didn’t scare you with that body of mine-“

“Scaring me? Your body isn’t scary at all! I mean…I mean…-“

“What’s going on back there? (y/n), are you-…What the hell is going on here!?”, Hak blurts out while stepping into the scene.

“Hak, get lost!”, you shriek, hands desperately trying to cover your sensitive parts.

Hak pauses, taking in the scene with his signature smirk growing wider and wider by each passing second. His gaze bounces between Shin-Ah, who is still stiff and glowing faintly, and you, nearly submerged in the water.

“Well, well,” Hak drawls, crossing his arms with a cocked eyebrow.

“This is a unique look for the two of you. I didn’t realize you were having private lessons in…whatever this is.”

“It’s not like that!” you yell, mortification threatening to drown you more thoroughly than the hot spring itself.

“And don’t look, you idiot!”

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m not looking-” Hak teases, though his eyes deliberately flick to Shin-Ah.

“But it looks like Shin-Ah got an eyeful.”

At that, Shin-Ah’s head snaps up, his wide, horrified gaze fixed firmly on Hak.

“I… I didn’t! I-!” His voice wavers, flustered beyond words, as his golden eyes dart everywhere but toward you.

Hak’s grin only deepens.

“Relax, mask boy. I’m just saying, I didn’t expect you to be the bold type.”

“Hak!” you cry out, but before you can yell at him again, you feel the soft weight of something warm drape over your shoulders.

You glance down and see Shin-Ah’s thick fur cloak now shielding your exposed body, the comforting smell of his presence surrounding you.

Shin-Ah has turned to face Hak fully, standing between you and him like a shield. His tall frame blocks you from Hak’s line of sight entirely, his glowing gaze unwavering as he steps forward.

“Leave,” Shin-Ah says softly, his voice uncharacteristically firm.

“Oh? Feeling protective, are we?” Hak quips, unfazed.

 He leans lazily against a nearby tree, clearly enjoying the situation.

“Fine, fine. I’ll go. Just don’t take too long, or I’ll have to assume you’ve been turned into frog food.”

He waves as he retreats, calling over his shoulder,

“You’re welcome for the rescue, by the way!”

The silence that follows is almost as loud as Hak’s teasing had been. You sigh, pulling the fur tighter around yourself as Shin-Ah glances at you hesitantly. His ears are still red, his mask tilting slightly downward.

“Thank you,” you murmur, your voice soft now.

“For the cloak… and for standing up to Hak.”

Shin-Ah nods slowly, his hand resting on Ao’s head for comfort.

“Sorry,” he whispers, his voice almost trembling.

“I didn’t mean… to make you uncomfortable.”

You smile despite yourself.

“It’s okay. You were trying to protect me.”

Shin-Ah stays silent for a moment before finally stepping back toward the shadows.

“I’ll… make sure no one else comes. Enjoy the rest of your bath.”

And with that, he disappears into the treeline, his presence lingering like the warmth of his cloak around your shoulders.

Kija and Hak walking in on you during an argument

The hot spring’s warmth envelops you like a comforting blanket, its soothing waters easing every ache and strain from days of travel. A sigh escapes your lips as you let yourself relax, sinking further into the water. What a hell of a week this was, the only truly comforting thing that happened was meeting Zeno. But stumbling over that hot springs? Priceless, without any doubt.

It’s been far too long since you’ve had a moment to yourself. Away from Hak’s endless teasing, away from the group’s constant chatter, and away from Kija’s persistence that he protects you from every little thing. No danger, no distractions - just you and the peaceful sound of the water lapping against the rocks.

But the peace is short-lived.

As usual.

A rustling sound breaks the stillness, and you freeze, your gaze darting around without a real aim. You listen closely, heart starting to race. The forest, once alive with the faint hum of crickets, has fallen silent. You sit up in the water, eyes scanning the darkened treeline.

Before you can call out, voices cut through the night.

“Hey, white snake! You think she fell into the spring or something?”

Hak.

Your heart skips a beat.

“Hak, don’t even say that!”, Kija’s voice follows, loud and frantic.  

“Why would you assume something so catastrophic?! What if she’s injured - or worse?”

Footsteps crunch against the forest floor, and you feel panic rising as they grow louder. No, no, no. This cannot be happening. They aren’t on their way to you, right?

“Wait! Hak, Kija, don’t-!” you call out, your voice echoing off the rocks, but it’s too late.

The two burst into the clearing like a pair of wayward storms, Kija with his dragon arm glowing faintly in preparation for an attack and Hak looking as relaxed as ever, his glaive resting lazily against his shoulder.

The moment they see you, time seems to stop.

There you are, chest-deep in the water, steam curling around your bare shoulders. Kija’s dragon arm immediately lowers as his jaw drops, his pale skin quickly turning a deep shade of crimson. Hak, on the other hand, raises an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth twitching in amusement.

“What are you two doing here!?” you shriek, sinking deeper into the water and flapping to cover yourself with your arms.

Hak is the first to recover, his trademark smirk spreading across his face as he leans casually on his glaive.

“Well, this is unexpected. Thought we were here to save you from drowning, but it turns out you’re just having a nice soak.”

He pauses, letting his gaze flicker to Kija’s dumbstruck expression before adding,

“This might be even better, honestly.”

“Don’t look!” you yell, your face burning hotter than the spring.

“I’m not looking,” Hak replies, though the playful edge to his tone says otherwise.

“Not really, anyway.”

“Hak!” Kija snaps, finally coming to his senses.

He spins around so fast you almost feel the wind from his motion, his back now firmly to you. His hands tremble as he clenches his fists at his sides.

“This is highly inappropriate! Miss (y/n), I…I deeply apologize for this unspeakable intrusion!”

Hak snorts.

“Unspeakable? Bit dramatic, don’t you think?”

He tilts his head, clearly enjoying himself.

“Relax, white snake. She’s fine. No harm done.”

“Fine?! This is mortifying!” Kija hisses through clenched teeth, refusing to turn around.

His dragon arm flexes, his knuckles white.

“We should never have come here!”

“You don’t say,” you mutter bitterly, your embarrassment mounting by the second.

Hak’s smirk widens.

 “Oh, come on. It’s not every day you walk into a scene this memorable. You’ve got to admit, the timing’s kind of perfect. And the view is even better”

“Hak,” you growl, the water splashing as you resist the urge to throw something at him.

“Shut up and leave already!”

“Oh, I’ll leave,” Hak replies, holding up his free hand in mock surrender.

He glances at Kija, who still looks like he might pass out from sheer humiliation.

“But I don’t think Kija’s feet are working anymore. Guess it’s just you and me, (y/n).”

“GET OUT!” you scream, splashing water in Hak’s direction.

He laughs, dodging the spray with infuriating ease.

“Alright, alright. I’m going. No need to get violent.”

He turns, throwing an exaggerated wave over his shoulder.

“Next time, though, maybe leave a note if you’re sneaking off for a midnight soak. Could’ve saved us all some trouble.”

As Hak strolls off, still laughing under his breath, Kija hesitates, his back rigid and unmoving.

“I… I’ll make sure Hak never speaks of this again!” he promises, his voice high-pitched and frantic.

“Miss (y/n), please forgive us for this - this indecent situation!”

Before you can respond, he takes a shaky step forward to follow Hak, literally running away for dear life.

You still fail to catch your breath. As if Kija being here isn’t worse enough, why on earth did it have to be him? You’ve had a crush on Hak for as long as you can remember, still always admiring him from afar. Did he…look at you, maybe even find you attractive?

Out of instinct, you shake your head vehemently. What kind of nonsense is this? As if a guy like Hak would even look your direction.

You take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart and chase his stupid perfect face out of your thoughts as you sink back into the warmth of the spring. There’s no use in interpreting too much into this situation. After all, it was probably Kija who worried about you, right?

But your pulse quickens again when you hear that familiar voice you tried so desperately to chase away.

“Don’t worry, it’s just me.”

You barely have time to react before Hak steps back into the clearing, his eyes gleaming in the moonlight, leaning casually against a tree as though nothing’s changed. His easy grin makes the air around you feel heavier.

“Hak,” you snap, trying to control the heat rising in your cheeks.

“What are you doing back here?”

He raises an eyebrow, taking a slow step closer, not at all bothered by the situation.

"Just making sure you’re all right, of course."

“Stop messing around. I told you I’m fine.”

You try to sound convincing, but it comes out strained. It’s hard to focus when his gaze lingers just a little too long. His eyes trace the curve of your shoulders, down your arms, your body beneath the water, and you can feel the weight of his attention like a physical touch.

Hak seems to notice your discomfort and smirks even wider.

“I know. You’re fine. But you’ve been avoiding me all day, so I thought I’d check on you.”

“I’m not avoiding you,” you mutter, your voice wavering despite your best efforts.

“It’s just… uncomfortable when you keep making things weird.”

His smirk doesn’t fade as he steps forward, and you instinctively inch back, but there's nowhere to retreat. He’s just a few feet away now, his body blocking the space between you and the edge of the spring. You feel like dying and flying at the same time.

"Is it weird though?" Hak asks, voice dropping to a husky whisper as he leans in, his presence overwhelming you.

“You never told me to stop… not really.”

You blink, and before you can protest, Hak continues, his tone darker now, almost teasing.

"You don't mind when I get close, do you? Not really."

The air grows thick, the steam around you suddenly feeling even hotter than before. His gaze locks onto yours, intense and unyielding. You’ve never seen him like this before, and the sudden shift in his manner makes your heart race. What on earth has gotten into him?

“Hak…”

Your voice comes out breathy, betraying your attempt to remain composed.

He smirks, but there’s something different about the way he’s looking at you now - something that sends a tingle straight down your spine. His hands flex at his sides as he steps closer, his body almost touching yours.

"You sure you want me to leave? Because I'm not getting that impression."

You’re too flustered to answer, heat rushing to your face, your body tense beneath the water. You're caught between the urge to push him away and the strange pull that draws you closer. His eyes flicker downward to where the water clings to your skin, and he breathes in slowly, as if savoring the moment.

"Don't look," you mumble automatically, your tone half-warning, half-pleading.

"I’m not."

Hak’s voice is low, teasing, but there's an edge to it.

"But if you didn’t want me to look, why are you hiding under the water like that?"

You glare at him, biting your lip to keep from responding too quickly.

“I’m not hiding.”

He takes another step forward, closing the distance until you can feel the heat of his body radiating against you.

“Sure you’re not.”

His voice is low and seductive now, each word making your heart beat faster. He leans in, his breath warm against your ear as his fingers brush the edge of the water.

“I’m just trying to make sure you’re okay. And it seems to me you’re not so fine with me leaving. Aren’t you?”

Your breath catches in your throat, and before you can stop yourself, you gasp when his hand barely skims your shoulder, sending a shock of heat through your body. Your instincts flare up, and you try to pull back, but his presence is suffocating, and there’s nowhere to go.

You glance at him, eyes wide with something between irritation and panic, but your words get caught in your throat as he steps even closer. The tension between you is suffocating now, crackling with something raw, something primal, something that makes the air heavy and thick with desire.

"You’ve been avoiding me all this time," he whispers, his lips brushing your ear, sending a shiver through your body.

"But you can’t hide from me forever, (y/n)."

You shiver, unable to speak, your breath coming faster as his hand traces lightly down your arm. His fingers linger just long enough for you to feel the warmth of them against your skin, igniting a fire within you.

“W-what are you doing?” you manage to breathe out, barely able to get the words out past the tightness in your chest.

Hak’s lips curl into a half-smile, the teasing edge still there, but there’s something deeper behind his eyes now.

“I’m just making sure you understand what I’ve been trying to say.”

His voice is thick, husky now, like the air between you both is too thick to bear.

The space between you both is impossibly small, and you’re not sure if it’s your breath or his that’s filling the air, making everything feel suffocating. You can’t remember the last time you felt this close to him - felt this seen by him.

But somehow, you never want it to end. No, you want him to stay like this, you want to feel him this close to you.

You want him, none other than Son Hak.

“Maybe…I want you”, you breathe into the night.

Bonus: all the men hehe

The hot spring is supposed to be your reward. After days of trekking through rough terrain, dealing with bandits, and sleeping in the dirt, this feels like heaven itself. Even Yun had chimed in, saying you deserved a moment to relax, offering you some alone-time in the hot springs. They had specifically assigned this hot spring to you, promising that no one would disturb you. Sometimes, they are able to act nice.

You sigh cheerfully, the warm water easing every ache and pain in your body. It’s peaceful, calm, and the perfect chance to relax.

Until the door to the changing area slides open with a loud clack.

You jolt upright, your heart leaping into your throat. Before you can even process what’s happening, Hak strides in, wearing nothing but a small, damp white towel slung low around his waist. Water drips from his messy hair as he steps confidently into the spring, seemingly unaware of your presence.

“Man, this is going to feel great,” Hak signs, stretching his arms overhead.

You feel like seeing a ghost. Didn’t the old lady tell you in front of everyone else that the hot spring number three will be reserved for you only? Are you mistaken?

“H-Hak?!” you sputter, your voice echoing in the steamy air.

He freezes mid-step, his dark eyes snapping toward you. For a moment, neither of you say anything. Then, his signature grin returns, twice as mischievous as usual.

“Oh? Didn’t expect to see you here,” Hak comments smoothly, his tone dripping with faux innocence.

“Don’t mind me - this is my assigned tub, too.”

“What?! No, it isn’t!” you snap, your face turning bright red as you sink lower into the water, desperate to hide yourself.

Before Hak can reply, another voice calls out.

“Wait for me, Thunder Beast! Don’t hog the spring!”

Jae-Ha appears, his towel slung over his shoulder and his long legs carrying him gracefully into the clearing. The green dragon freezes mid-step when he spots you, his eyes widening slightly before a sly smile spreads across his face.

“Oh my,” he jeers, tossing the towel around his neck like he’s suddenly a model.

“This is quite the surprise. If I’d known we’d have company, I’d have brought wine to celebrate.”

“Get out!” you yell, your face burning as Jae-Ha perches casually on the edge of the spring, clearly ignoring you.

“Oh, don’t be shy, darling. We’re all friends here,” Jae-Ha teases, kicking one leg lazily into the water.

Before you can scream again, a third figure enters. Kija, holding his white cloth with a prim sort of dignity, strides in with his nose held high.

“Hak, I told you to wait for the rest of us before-”

His words trail off as he spots you, blue eyes widen in sheer shock.

There’s a beat of silence, and then Kija’s face turns bright red. He spins on his heel so fast he nearly trips.

“What are you doing in here?! This is improper!”

“Me?” you shriek, waving a hand at him.

“You’re the ones barging in here!”

“Don’t yell at me!” Kija shouts back, his voice an octave higher than usual.

“I wasn’t told this spring was occupied! Especially not by you!”

“STOP SOUNDING SO DISGUSTED!”

He whirls back around to glare at Hak and Jae-Ha, who seem far less mortified than he is.

But there’s no time to argue or for further protest, because Zeno skips in next, humming a cheerful tune. He’s the only one who doesn’t even hesitate, wading straight into the water without a care in the world.

“Ah, nice and warm!” Zeno chirps, sinking into the spring as though this were a casual picnic.

He glances at you and tilts his head.

“Oh, you’re here too? That’s great! Makes it more fun!”

This can’t be true, right? They have to be a hallucination, every single one of them. But something about Hak’s slight grin tells you it can’t be, that this is bitter reality.

“Zeno, get out!” you groan, holding your hands over your face.

“What? Zeno didn’t do anything wrong!” he protests, grinning wide as ever.

Your sanity shakes on the edge as yet another figure appears. Shin-Ah stands in the doorway, frozen in place as he takes in the scene. His glowing golden eyes flicker between you and the others, and you can see the color rising in his ears even beneath his hood.

“Shin-Ah, please tell them to leave!” you plead, clutching the edge of the spring for dear life.

Finally someone with a little bit of sense. He nods once, almost robotically, before turning to departure - only for Ao to leap from his shoulder and dive into the water with an enthusiastic squeak.

“Great,” you mutter as the little squirrel starts splashing around.

“To be honest, Ao is the only one I really want here.”

“I-I’ll take Ao,” Shin-Ah mumbles, clearly flustered as he steps toward the spring, only to stop dead when his foot slips on a wet stone.

He stumbles, barely catching himself, and the towel around his waist slips a little before he falls straight into the water.

Straight against you.

Your naked self, to be exact.

“Shin-Ah!”

 “I-I’m sorry!” he stammers, his voice barely audible as he scrambles backward, his movements awkward and frantic.

He dashes away from you as if you’re the plague, his face so red you think steam might start rising off him.

Before you can fully process what just happened, a low whistle cuts through the tension.

“Well, isn’t this interesting?” Hak drawls, leaning back against the rocks with that insufferable smirk of his.

He crosses his arms over his chest, looking far too amused for your liking.

“Guess we know what Shin-Ah’s type is now. Didn’t think he’d make such a bold move, though. Props to him.”

Your jaw drops.

“What did you just say?!”

Hak shrugs, feigning innocence as he gestures toward the flustered Shin-Ah, who looks like he wants to melt into the water and disappear.

“I mean, falling into you like that? Pretty smooth move if you ask me. Maybe I should take notes-”

“You should take notes on leaving me alone!” you snap, your voice practically reverberating off the rocks.

“Seriously, Hak, of all the idiotic, inappropriate - HOW IS THIS FUNNY TO YOU?!”

Hak raises an eyebrow, clearly entertained by your outburst.

“Come on, it’s a little funny-”

“IT’S NOT FUNNY!” you scream, throwing a handful of water in his direction.

He dodges effortlessly, of course, laughing even harder.

“You’re impossible!” you huff, clutching the edge of the spring to keep yourself from launching at him.

“First, you barge in uninvited, then you make inappropriate comments, and now you’re making jokes about this?! What is WRONG with you?”

“Plenty of things,” Hak admits with a shameless grin, earning himself a chorus of groans from Kija and a small splash of water from Zeno, who seems to be trying to cheer you up.

“Shut up, Hak,” Kija mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“You’re going to get us all killed.”

Jae-Ha chuckles from his perch on the edge of the spring.

“To be fair, Thunder Beast does have a knack for digging his own grave.”

“That’s it!” you shout, pointing furiously at all of them.

“I’ll kill every single one of you right now!

Finally, Yun storms in just in time, his face already set in a scowl.

“What is wrong with all of you? I can’t leave for one second without laughing around like idiots and talking trash-”

He stops, taking in the chaos: you half-hidden in the water, Hak smirking, Jae-Ha lounging, Zeno grinning, Kija fuming, Shin-Ah frozen, and Ao splashing around like it’s a game. Yun pinches the bridge of his nose. So, that’s what’s going on here. Did all of them not listen to what the old lady said earlier?

“You were all supposed to be in the other spring!” Yun yells, his voice echoing so loudly that even Hak winces.

“Do none of you listen?!”

“It’s fine, Yun,” Zeno interferes, waving him off.

“It’s cozier this way! And being naked together helps with bonding!”

“Oh, I know something you can do naked that helps with bonding as well”, Jae-Ha comments with a slight grin.

You let out a strangled noise, your head sinking into your hands.

“I’m going to lose my mind…”

“Relax,” Hak says with a laugh, slipping into the water like nothing is amiss.

“We’re all friends here, right?”

“Out!”

[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.

[angrypaperearthquake-tbbb-main]

If you know, you know 😭

Descendant and ancestor

[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.

--

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.

[kazumasamaanime]

Oh Captain Hak, I want to join the crew too😂. I have red hair as well❤️🤣.

HakxYona: Pirate AU

*I do not own Yona of the Dawn characters. I do own this fanfic. Please do not copy.*

Yona was a runaway Princess. Her country had been overtaken by evil men, and she was now being hunted by the new king. She now found herself staring at a ship in the bay. Her guess was it was a Pirate Ship. What would her odds of surviving be if she snuck onto that ship? Glancing behind her at the soldiers in the street, she knew she had to take the risk, which is how she found herself hiding below deck on said pirate ship.

Around her were barrels and rats. She didn’t want to crouch down because everything seemed to be dirty and wet.

“Who are you?!” A man yelled. “A pretty little stowaway?”

Yona opened her mouth to answer, but didn’t get the chance to.

“Not on this ship,” He said forcefully grabbing her and dragging her above deck.

“Hey! Stop it! Let me goo!!” Yona yelled struggling in protest.

“Look who I found boys!” The man yelled once they were in the sun again. “Someone alert the captain!”

“Oh she’s a pretty little thing!” Someone yelled.

“Look at that hair!”

“Where you from, sweetheart?”

Yona continued to listen to the heckling until a deep voice boomed over everyone.

“I heard we have a pretty little stowaway! Where’s the little devil?” A man said appearing in front of Yona. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of him.

The man was tall, and unkept black hair that fell into his piercing blue eyes. His frame was very fit, and you could tell how much physical labor this man has done in his lifetime.

The man’s eyes swept over Yona, stunned by the sight of the girl. “Release her. That’s no way to hold a lady.”

The man released Yona immediately. “But Captain Hak, this girl is a stowaway. And by the color of her hair, it’s safe to assume she’s the missing princess.”

“She’s got a mighty price on her head,” Another man said.

“I can see why,” Hak said. “I’d want a pretty thing like her back too.”

Yona blushed furiously, and held her head high. “If you try to take me to the king, you’ll also be thrown in jail. After all, you’re pirates.”

“You seem awfully confident. Maybe we’d be pardoned for giving him what he wants,” Hak pointed out.

Yona opened her mouth and closed it. At a loss for words. “Well, then, I’ll jump.”

Hak laughed. “Go for it, Sweetheart. Really isn’t any skin off my nose. But there isn’t any land for miles.”

“That’s fine,” Yona said heading for the railing. “It’s better than being trapped here or going back to where I came from.”

“Wow, you’re a brave one,” Hak called after her. “I’m not going to turn you in.”

Yona paused, and turned back to him. “You’re not?”

“A girl that looks like you? Why, I’d rather keep you here for myself. Although, you could have more of a figure.”

“Hey! That’s rude!” Yona said blushing even more now.

Hak grinned. “You’re dismissed, rats, leave the lady and I be.”

The crew grumbled, but did as they were told. As they returned to their stations Hak approached Yona, until he was looking down at her.

“What’s your name?” He asked.

“Yona. But you can call me Princess,” Yona said crossing her arms.

Hak chuckled. “Okay, Princess, I’m Captain Hak, and you may call me Captain.”

“Okay, Captain, but I’m off of this ship the next port we get to.”

Hak leaned in close to her, making her back up a bit.

“Well then, Princess, what if I just decide to not port?”

“I-um,” Yona stuttered.

“I’m kidding,” Hak said seeing her nervous face. He ruffled her hair. “You’re adorable, let’s have fun for now.”

“Um. Okay,” Yona said not sure what else to say. Who was this guy? Why was he so flirty?

“Anyway, Princess, welcome to my ship, The Dragon. Let me show you around.”

Yona nodded and scampered after Hak, completely unaware of what she had gotten herself into.

[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.

[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.”

[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]

I made my OC, Kimi, from "The Fade of Moonlight" 💚💚💚

They wouldn't let me change the hair color, but it's super close! Her hair is actually a really dark brown, almost black, color. And her eyes have a hint more green in them. Her hair is long and she either wears it down or puts it up in a braid. All in all, this is her 😍

Show me your Favorite female character (or anything else).

Well, for me our Queen (princess yona) is my favorite female character ❤️

Here the link to play this beautiful game 💖💯

[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.

[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.

[angrypaperearthquake-tbbb-main]

Akayona Fanfiction - A Menstruation Explanation

Fandom: Akatsuki no Yona

Pairing: Hak x Yona

Word Count: 2834

Rated: T 

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40596009

FINALLY. Yes, I finished it and it’s officially published! I hope y’all enjoy 😘

[vannahfanfics]

Happy Hungry Babysitters

Category: General Fluff

Fandom: Yona of the Dawn

Characters: Yona, Hak, Shin-ah, Yoon, Jae-Ha, Zeno, Kija

Requested By: Scarlet (Ao3)

A content smile decorated Yona’s face as she reclined underneath the shade of a towering oak tree. Its emerald-green leaves blanketed the expanse above her head to shield her from the worst of the sun’s hot rays, allowing only thin beams to spear down and blot across her cloak and pink gown in little gold circles. The space underneath the forest’s thick canopy was as cool as a springtime night. Snuggled within the tree’s twisted, gnarled roots, Yona rested safe and content.

Not too far off, her companions were gathered around a small campfire smoking some trout from the nearby river. The pungent aroma of smoke, grilling meat, and the faintest hint of salt made her nose wriggle; from the tang of the salt and smoky fish flesh on her tongue, their lunch was nearly ready. With a high-pitched whine, she slowly eased her stiff body into a sitting position and stretched her arms above her head. Her muscles uncoiled and her joints popped, spreading the satisfying sensation of wakefulness through her body and bones. Just as she was standing to walk over to the small encampment, the musky forest air rang with the snap of a twig.

Everyone was instantly on high alert. Sooner than she had even registered that he had moved, Hak was at her side with his arm slung across her chest in a protective gesture. The air was now filled with crunching leaves, shaking leaves, and snapping sticks from the underbrush directly in front of Yona. Her dragons crept forward to crouch in a shielding semi-circle around her. Yona plucked her bow from where it rested against the tree trunk and notched a single arrow; she did not yet draw the string and prepare to fire, for she had no idea whether the stranger approaching was friend or foe. The sounds of their advance were raucous and uncaring. If they were an enemy, either they were completely clueless to how much noise they were making, or they were so confident in their abilities that they righteously didn’t care. The group collectively held their breath as the bush directly in front of them rattled wildly, and then-

A toddler waddled out from within the spiny leaves. He stopped, gawking at the group of young adults with wide sea-green eyes and sticking his dirty fist in his mouth to lick at his chubby knuckles. All of their mouths hung open in utter shock as they gaped back at the little boy, still holding up their weapons threateningly. Yona was the first to move.

“Why, hello there, little one!” she smiled kindly and threw her bow and arrow down to the ground. She ducked underneath Hak’s arm to hurry over to the little child, and he craned his head back to stare up at her. He was the cutest thing, with wavy straw-colored hair curling just above his shoulders and ruddy, round cheeks. Yona crouched down in front of him, and he followed her motion, keeping eye contact with her all the while. “What are you doing so far in the forest by yourself? Where’s your mother?”

“It’s a baby,” Jae-ha gulped.

“Yeah, we noticed,” Hak grunted back and leaned his weapon against the tree before joining Yona at the toddler’s side. The quiet boy tore his gaze away from the princess to stare at Hak, still sucking on his fist. “He can’t be older than a year and a half.” Yona agreed with the assessment; his steps were unsure and fumbling, and he didn’t seem to know many words. She would be surprised if he were even one year in age. The toddler looked back to Yona again and shuffled forward to touch her cheek, and then cooed happily. His round, sausage-like fingers petted her dawn-colored hair with evident admiration.

“Red!” he asserted confidently.

“That’s right! It’s red,” she agreed, easing herself down on her knees. The baby immediately clambered up into her lap, sitting contentedly on her plush thighs and gurgling contentedly while playing with the soft silk of her dress. “This little one is lucky to have stumbled upon us. Who knows what might have attacked him out here,” she tutted with a frown. She began to stroke his soft, fine hair, and he clapped his hands gleefully, bouncing a little in her lap. “It is imperative that we find his mother…”

“He can’t have traveled too far… After all, he is but a small child,” Kija grimaced as he approached. The baby took notice of the white dragon’s coming and ogled him with those wide green eyes, then pointed at his head.

“White!”

“He certainly is a smart fellow,” Shin-ah sniffed while peeking over the blushing Kija’s shoulder. He sounded amused, but it was hard to tell with the mask and the blank expression of his mouth. The baby gawked at his colorful mask, then squealed with delight as Ao appeared on his shoulder. Babbling, he groped for the chipmunk insistently. The rodent seemed to understand his request and scuttled down Kija’s arm to rest on his hand, chittering like it was having a conversation with the young child. He clapped his hands again before reaching out to pat Ao gently on the head. Ao nuzzled into his palm, making him scream in utter glee, before returning to Shin-ah’s shoulder.

“Aren’t you going to look at the baby?” Yoon asked Jae-Ha, who was standing several feet away and looking very uncomfortable.

“I don’t like babies.”

“What? But he’s so cute, Jae-Ha!” Yona protested, and as proof, lifted the baby for him to see. The toddler stared brightly up at the green-haired man, rolling his tongue around the whole fist shoved into his mouth. Jae-Ha scowled as drool puddled onto the luscious grass blades below.

“Keep that gross thing away from me!” Yona pouted and lowered the baby back into her arms, bouncing him against her shoulder. The toddler once more became transfixed with her strands of dawn-red hair and shoved a thick swathe of it in his mouth to suck on it. She didn’t much notice, too busy trying to riddle out how he wandered out into the woods alone.

“His mother must be worried sick,” she sighed. The baby spat out her hair, now maroon as it was dripping wet with spit, and it stuck thickly to her neck. The boys looked on with expressions ranging from concern to awe to disgust as she ignored it. “We should walk in the direction he came from to see if we can happen upon someone, or a village, even. Someone should know where this little guy came from!”

“I agree,” Yoon nodded. “We certainly can’t continue on our journey with a random baby.”

“We’re already criminals. Why not add kidnapping to the list?” Jae-ha joked, earning a sharp jab to the ribs as Hak walked by him. The tall man leaned against the tree, wheezing as his intercostal muscles burned. “It was a joke, Thunder Beast… A joke…”

So, with the mystery baby in tow, the Happy Hungry Bunch set out in search of a mother.

Yona and Hak were in front, with the princess carrying the toddler. He remained completely calm, ogling the wonders of the forest over her shoulder. She much liked lugging him about; he had that pleasant milky baby smell, and his happy coos and gurgles were music to her ears. She loved the way his fat little fingers played with her hair. She talked kindly to him, pointing out random things that he eyed. Every time she spoke, he clapped his hands excitedly and reached out to touch whatever she was talking about, if it was indeed touchable. The curious baby very nearly grabbed a fistful of poison oak, and she had to yank him away at the last moment and occupy him with a butterfly flitting by to keep him from getting upset.

“I never knew you were so good with babies,” Hak remarked after about thirty minutes of tromping through the woods. Yona blinked at him, then gave the baby a small smile. It seemed he had tired himself out with all the investigating and was lying with his head propped on her shoulder, sucking his thumb. He was trying desperately to stay awake, but his eyes continuously drooped and fluttered with encroaching sleep.

“Tired,” he mumbled.

She stroked his soft blond hair a few times before looking back to Hak.

“I didn’t know, either,” she snickered.

“It seems our Yona has good maternal instincts,” Jae-Ha quipped from a few paces behind them. Yona flushed at the very suggestive grin splitting his thin face. “She’ll make someone a good wif-”

Yona never really was sure if it was divine intervention in the form of a protruding tree root or Kija’s foot. Still, whatever he tripped over, it made Jae-Ha immediately faceplant into the detritus. The group howled with laughter as he slowly leaned up, spitting decaying leaf litter out of his mouth. All the commotion made the baby sit up, his head bobbling and eyes blinking blearily as he tried to determine what all the hubbub was about. He looked down at Jae-Ha, still sprawled in the grass and dirt practically seething, and began to laugh good-naturedly. Jae-Ha sniffed derisively at the toddler before sitting up and brushing leaves and twigs from his clothes. “Little smartass,” he grumbled under his breath.

“You know what I’ve been thinking?” Hak said suddenly. He was staring thoughtfully at the toddler. Yona looked between the tall warrior and the chubby baby, unsure just what he was so transfixed with. “That baby looks a lot like Soo-Won.” Yona’s wide eyes beheld the sleepy toddler for a few seconds before the resemblance finally struck her like a bolt from the blue.

“Oh my goodness! He does!” His eyes were the same shade of green as Soo-Won’s, and the color of his hair was an exact match as well; it even possessed the same amount of bounce and wave. Pursing her lips, Yona held out the baby at a small distance to stare intently at it. The toddler continued to suck its thumb obliviously with his sock-clad feet kicking a little in the air. For the first time, she noticed that the child was actually dressed in lavish clothes; all the dirt and grime he had accumulated tromping through the underbrush had masked it, but he was wearing a rich red robe-like garment with gold accents and very clean bloomers. He was most certainly a child of a noble. “It couldn’t be time-travel, could it?! Is this Soo-Won from the past?” she whispered in quiet awe.

“If we kill him, will everything that’s happened up until now be reversed?” Jae-Ha frowned and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Yona inhaled in pure revulsion and smothered the baby protectively into her chest, tossing an affronted glare his way. He quickly threw up his hands in surrender. “It was a joke! Man, tough crowd today…”

“No, it wasn’t,” Shin-ah piped up from beside him. Jae-Ha gave him a cranky side-eye.

“Don’t worry, baby. I won’t let any of these mean boys hurt you,” Yona cooed as she nuzzled the crown of his head with her cheek. The toddler warbled pleasantly in response.

“Guys, this is not King Soo-Won from the past,” Yoon snorted with a cantankerous roll of his eyes. “Seriously, the baby had more maturity than you do. He just happens to look like him.”

“Can you prove it?” Zeno grinned from his perch on a rotting tree stump. Yoon glowered at him, but kept his mouth shut because he knew he couldn’t definitively prove it, and Zeno stuck out his tongue at the young boy with a devilish and self-satisfied snicker.

“Of course it isn’t Soo-Won,” Hak huffed and took the baby from Yona’s arms to hold it out and give it a disapproving once-over. “I was just saying they looked alike. That’s all.” The toddler blinked brightly at Hak, sucking on his fist again. He then squealed and reached out to slap his spit-covered hand against Hak’s cheek. The knight grimaced in utter disgust as the thick, goopy liquid slowly dripped down his face, while the baby howled with shrieking laughter.

“He likes you!” Yona grinned. Hak wasted no time in handing the baby back to her.

“Yeah. Sure,” Hak grunted and wiped the spit off his face with his sleeve. Yona began bouncing the baby in her arms again, and his big head plopped down on her shoulder. He yawned loudly before sticking his thumb back in his mouth and sucking on it contentedly, then snuggled up into Yona’s neck. She hummed a senseless tune under her breath while slowly swaying from side to side and bouncing his round body gently. “We need to find his mother. I can’t believe we’ve been walking thirty minutes and haven’t come upon anyone.”

“There’s no telling how much his path twisted and turned,” Kija frowned. “We could have walked in the entirely wrong direction.”

“That’s encouraging, Kija,” Jae-Ha lamented wearily.

Just as the group was beginning to debate turning in another direction, Hak hurriedly shushed them and glanced off into the forest. A voice was floating on the dank forest air- a woman’s voice. It rapidly grew closer and louder in pitch, and the panic was clear in her voice. Yona grinned brightly at Hak.

“It must be his mother! Come on!” She ignored his orders to wait and took off into the forest in the direction of the woman’s cries. Before she could reach her, however, she stumbled into some brambles. The tiny barbs dug into the hem of her dress like prickling teeth, shredding the fine fabric but refusing to release it at Yona’s insistent tugging. “Oh, my, what a mess-! Ma’am?! Ma’am, are you looking for a baby?” she called out into the wilderness, deciding that it was useless to struggle against the thorns and electing to instead attract the woman to her. The cries stopped short with Yona’s yelling, soon replaced by very frantic crashing in the underbrush. A nearby hawthorn rattled so violently that several of its red berries rattled to the ground before a breathless, red-faced, wild-eyed young woman burst through.

“Oh, my baby! There you are!” she wailed with relief. She surged towards Yona, tripping over her own feet from running too fast, and landed on her hands and knees right in front of the bramble thicket. The woman groped at Yona’s dress in an effort to reach her son, sobbing so hard she couldn’t breathe, and Yona encouragingly shushed her while holding out the baby to her. She hugged him tightly to her bosom, stroking his hair and cradling him while choking out words of gratitude: “Oh- hic- thank you so much, I- hic- I turned around, and he was just gone! Hic- ungh- I’ve been searching everywhere for him! I thought- hic- I thought he had been snatched up by something awful, and I- I- I- oh, my darling baby, I’m so glad you’re all right!”

By this time, the boys had caught up to Yona. Hak cursed under his breath and knelt to begin carefully disentangling the ruined hem of her dress from the clinging brambles. Yona smiled brightly at the woman when she looked up with wide, teary eyes. “I must repay you somehow. Money? I have money, or food, or anything-!”

“It’s all right, ma’am. We don’t-” Before she could finish, Jae-Ha clapped his hand over her mouth and leaned over her shoulder with a charming smile laced with just the smallest hint of roguish mischief.

“Some warm food and a place to sleep would be marvelous, madam.”

~~~~~~~~~~

The Happy Hungry Bunch, ironically, had only been another two or three minutes from the baby’s home, which turned out to be a prominent city. The woman’s husband was the local steward of the settlement, explaining the baby’s apparent status. He was similarly beside himself at the toddler’s disappearance. As his wife and Yona came strolling up, swinging the happy baby between them, he actually fell down the steps of his lofty home trying to reach him. Yona looked on happily as the family reunited. Many tears were shed at the toddler’s return, by the parents and the servants alike. It was clear that he was very cherished and loved. I hope he grows up in a warm and untroubled home, she prayed.

The group was repaid with a warm welcome, warm food, and warm showers. The mother had stumbled into the guest bedroom just as she was dressing and, of course, recognized her dawn-red hair immediately. She was very gracious about Yona’s wishes not to be outed and provided her with a silk headwrap to cover her conspicuous locks. The silk dress was smooth on Yona’s freshly-washed skin, and the fragrance of milk and honey soap clung to her petite frame mingling with the pleasant rose perfume the lady of the house had loaned her. They enjoyed a rowdy dinner, regaling the nobles with modified tales of their exploits, and retired deep into the night with full bellies and happy smiles. The steward’s wife let Yona rock the baby to sleep and place him in his cradle. Just as the princess was slipping down the hall to scurry to her bedroom, she encountered her bodyguard. He was sitting beside her bedroom door, hunched over. He had most likely fallen asleep awaiting her return.

“Hak,” she called softly as she knelt beside him and shook his shoulder. He did not jerk or gasp, but instead cracked an eye open to look at her. He had not been asleep after all- only resting his eyes. “Thank you for waiting up for me,” she smiled graciously. His lips curled into a thin smile, and he reclined back against the wall, stretching out one of his long legs with no care if someone might trip over it.

“Always, Princess.”

“That baby was adorable,” she mused cheerfully. Though it was late in the evening, her interactions with the toddler had left her invigorated and humming with energy. Hak smirked airily with a nod of agreement.

“Yeah. Kinda scary how much he looked like Soo-Won, though.”

“Indeed,” she giggled. The little bubble of happiness inspired by the comment soon burst inside her, however, replaced by numbing sadness. Soo-Won’s name could only bring her sorrow and regret now. Hak noticed her change in mood immediately and scooted closer to her, reaching up to grab her head and nestle it into his shoulder softly. She did not retreat from the intimate action but rather welcomed it. Her hand curled into the thick fabric of his sleeve, and she exhaled miserably. “What am I going to do, Hak?”

“Just keep going,” he answered. “Just keep pushing forward and try to make the world a better place for kids like him.” A smile blossomed on her face. It was a lovely sentiment and a very Hak thing to say.

“Yes…” She could get up and crawl into the been that had been offered her, but to her sleep-addled mind, leaning against Hak was infinitely more comfortable. As she reclined against him, his body heat lulling her into a sense of security, her eyes began to droop. I’ll make the world a much better place, so that families like this can live carefree and happy…

You’ll see, Soo-Won… You’ll see.

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[moonstruck-writing]

Masterlist

Updated 18/01/2025

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 ✉

Kita

↳ Enveloped in his Kindness ✉ new!

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 ✉

Rio Ortiz

↳ A new family member ✉☂

↳ We could always elope ✉

↳The First Night ⚠✉

Clavis

↳ Phases of the Moon ⚠✉☂new!

Ikemen Revolution

Luka Clemence

↳ Proof of Affection ⚠✉

↳ Another Step ⚠✉

Julie and The Phantoms

☽ drabble challenge

↳day 10: zesty [Reggie x Luke] ✉ new! ↳day 12: brawny [Sunset Curve] ✉ new!

Kdramas

☽ Like Flowers in Sand

Jin Soo x Mi Ran

↳ Crashing waves ✉ new! ↳ poem ✉ new!

Loveboat Taipei / Loveboat Reunion

↳ Xavier Yeh ✉ new!

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)✉

Satsuki Ito

↳ His scent, your scent ✉ ⚠

☽ 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 ✉☂

Artem Wing

↳ Interpretations and Hypotheticals ✉

↳ Fireworks ✉

↳ Love Languages headcanons ✉

↳ Soaring ✉ ↹

WindBreaker

Umemiya

↳ Rooftop ✉ new!

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 ☂

[fairyofthefriz]

Ting Ting Ting like Glitter and Gold

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