#akayona lily

[murasaki-cha]

THINGS HAVE BEEN TOO SAD AND DEPRESSING FOR TOO LONG I MISS THE SILLIES!!

[yonae]

Akatsuki no Yona by Kusanagi Mizuho

[mimi-tada]

I tried colouring again 🙂

[soo-won]

Akatsuki no Yona Schedule Book 22-23

After a lot of fails I finally managed to scan it properly w

This was the freebie with Hana to Yume Issue 7/2022

[ratherhavehopewithyou]

a little chapter 255 an lili appreciation post

[layla99999999]

remember how in sei they almost killed lili and at one moment she heard joongi's voice and thought that there is no way he would come to rescue her

she doesnt have a very good relationship with him

and she also doesnt have contact with her mother

and she has no friends (ayura and tetora are bodyguards, loyal but official + theyre besties with each other + theyre older than her - so lili is left out)

AND THEN SHE BEFRIENDS YONA

also when she was ready to sacrifice her life in order to save yona - im pretty sure she wasnt thinking that yona is needed for the country

she was ready to die for someone that she met like a few months ago

because she was so lonely before

and she was so grateful that someone finally showed her genuine affection

[sokkawordbender]

Ah. Sometimes I come here just to notice their height difference. The way she has to lift her head up and the way he leaned down. Dgeubdkwnuxuwialadnlsnxjdndodlpdm

Yes Mr. Bodyguard, do as she say.

[akatsuki-no-yona221b]

Now that I think about it...

Zeno has never called the HHB guys by their names for a reason. He never wanted to get attached to them. He tried to distance himself from them since commitment and closeness to our guys would mean that fulfilling his plan could be in jeopardy.

It's even sadder now😭

But there was a post saying that Kija should slap Zeno with his famous punch if they are to meet in some kind of limbo. I want to see that. And the talk between him and other dragons.

[gugug4g4]

Straddled with love

Lady Lili glanced away from the window, settling her sights back on her betrothed. There, sat King Soo-Won cross-legged on the tatami floor, its delicate woven fibers yielding beneath him. His eyebrows were knitted together in concentration and his elbows rested on the weightlessly refined low table between them. He was engrossed in the same book she had seen him read for the past few weeks. With no title and each word the size of a trembling black ant, she assumed it to be a dictionary. Its cover was a tone of muted soil with no signs of wear even though his majesty's fingers held it in the same manner day after day. Four delicate fingers swaddled the lower end of the spine, supporting its entire weight, right in front of his face. His thumb wrapped around the edge, gently resting on the pages, periodically flipping each oddly sized leaf.

She was not one to judge a book by its cover, but that book in particular tested her patience. Especially since she had been visiting his chamber every day, requesting access to his royal archives, only to be met with a different version of the same dismissal. That day he chose efficiency; simply asked her not to engage him, until he was done with that book. She scoffed in turn, "Book? More like a godforsaken dictionary! How does one even complete such?". He finally looked up at her, the corners of his mouth hinting at a contrived smile, before replying "It's not a dic--". She cut him off. If he feigned that rehearsed smile in an attempt to make her feel better, she rather strangle him. Frankly, she felt insulted that he thought he could get away with the miserable charade he put on to avoid her requests. She needed the information in those archives to secure her tribe's future, and his evasions of her asks were infuriating.

Clearly, he neither trusted nor cared for her desires. Thinking back, he had likely proposed marriage merely out of convenience. She had agreed at the time, mostly due to her morbid curiosity about his enigmatic nature and partly because he had always gone along with her "rash behaviors", as her father had put it, and even called it all brave. There was also, a small fact, that he had saved her life twice and protected many of her tribesmen. However, her respect for the king only went so far, when he sat in front of her, refusing to acknowledge her needs. The lady in her wanted to be understanding of that tofu-faced king, but all the rest of her envisioned choking her man till he gave in. Her patience for his silly games of indifference was wearing thin. Perhaps it was time she forced him to play hers.

Without thinking through anything else, she pushed away the low table in between them. She bent her knees with determination, pressing down each thigh, straddling his lap. The heat of his body seeped through the fabric of her dress, which began to ride up at every movement, gathering in creases at his feet. He was shocked, trapped in a trance like a deer in headlights, anticipating her moves. His breath caught in hers as she pined his wrist, the one holding the book, beneath her hands. Her weight adjusted on his lap as she, almost instinctively, grabbed at his throat to keep herself on top. As soon as she did, she regretted it, for his darkened eyes met hers sending a shiver down her spine. She suddenly wasn't quite sure what she was doing. It certainly didn��t help that her hand on his throat could feel the blood pounding away at his arteries with a pulse that matched her own.

He blinked once, slowly, as if breaking his trance, grappling with the intensity of the moment. Her face was inches apart from his own, her eyebrows furrowed in irritation threatening to unfurl against his carefully maintained composure. He really ought to stop this, but his senses teetered on the edge, torn between pushing her away or pushing himself even closer. He could not quite understand why it felt so intoxicating to have her on top of him. The soft pressure of her thighs stirred hardness within him he fought to suppress. His resolve wavered as he caught her midnight blue eyes gleaming with intent as she breathed out a stream of irritation.

“Soo Won,” she said, her voice laced with barely contained frustration, “I need access to the archives now.”

“Lady Lili, this is not the way to ask for a favor,” he replied, his voice low and steady, though his eyes betrayed a mix of surprise and something she couldn’t quite identify.

She was aware, that she enjoyed a certain level of privilege in the castle. From her observations, few were allowed near his chambers, much less to shove their faces in his. Since he refused to listen, she decided to exploit every ounce of that privilege. “You leave me no choice,” she purred, her grip tightening against the column of his throat, gently pressing down on his Adam's apple.

He swallowed beneath her fingers, closing his eyes for a brief moment. As her impression deepened, a blush of red began to pool at his neck, leaving her mark. As she released him, he gasped, “Fine. You have my attention. Now, get off me, and we’ll discuss the archives.”

She smirked, grinding her hips, shifting her weight slightly, creating an unmistakable friction, “I don’t think you understand, Won. I’m not asking anymore.”

His eyes widened, dilated pupils simmering a raw hunger that flickered to life. “You’re playing a dangerous game, lady Lili.”

She leaned in closer, her lips almost brushing his ear. “Maybe I like danger.”

His pale face contrasted the fiery crimson etched across his cheeks as her words hung in the air. His senses felt emboldened by her proximity. For a moment, he was aware of nothing but the feeling of her weight on his thighs, the warmth of her hand on his throat, and the intensity in her eyes. "The archive... I'll take you there." his voice whimpered betraying his intention to sound anything but desperate under her touch. She relished in the slight tremor she felt under her fingers. His eyes betrayed a longing he tried to hide, but she could see it. He forced his eyes close attempting to push away these sudden awakened emotions. But she intended to push until he couldn't hide it anymore. He drew a sharp breath, inhaling her primal scent, like that of an unrestrained spray of a waterfall crashing over dry-parched earth. Her touch, her aroma, everything about her was devouring his self-control.

Soo Won’s hand jerked, breaking free from her grip and grabbing her waist, pulling her even closer. He flipped their positions with ease, pinning her beneath him. His eyes burned with an intensity she hadn’t seen since the day he asked her to marry him. The sudden dominance in his actions caught her off guard, her breath hitching as she felt his strength. “ Actions have consequences Lady Lili”, his voice came with restrained with desire.

For the first time, Lady Lili felt a thrill of fear and excitement, “Won..."

"What? he growled, his word incessant.

She flinched, "I just need to go the archives... do you not trust me?”

"Trust?" he ruminated, reflecting on how he had been signing off on the official correspondences in Kouka just moments ago. That book now lay discarded somewhere, smothered against the hand she held down. It had been a huge undertaking, to get all officials to document their correspondences in writing, much less send them in to be archived every week. Those weekly bound books though were necessary to fight against corruption. At this moment, however, it was the farthest thing from his mind as he could feel his body rouse against her.

He signed as his expression softened, "It's dangerous to go to archives alone. With the number of disgruntled officials in there who are unhappy with the king about the new documentation policy, I'd hate to see you hurt. I don't trust anybody but me to take you there." With that, he gently released her from his grip, smoothing out the creases of her dress that had formed beneath his touch. His gesture was so sweet and attentive, it nearly brought tears to her eyes. She couldn't help but move her fingers up to caress the angry red imprint she left on his neck as if to apologize. She could swear she felt him lean into her palm as she traced her thumb along the notches of his jugular. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to surrender to the moment just for a while longer. His hands that were previously so restrained came to cover hers. They didn't say anything. They didn't need to.

"I didn't mean to hurt you," she whispered, her voice barely audible, as if speaking any louder might break the spell. "I just... I didn’t know how else to reach you."

His eyes opened slowly, meeting hers with a look that was both intense and tender. "You didn't," he replied softly. "And I'm sorry too. For making you feel like you had to fight to be heard." The realization struck him: while he was absorbed in his political duties, he had neglected the emotional weight she bore. He searched her eyes for confirmation, and a deep sadness reflected back. "Are you sure that I didn't bring you pain?" she asked with a vulnerability so sincere he felt himself sink further into his realization. He nodded. His hand trembled as he brushed away a stray lock of her hair that had come to cover her face during their encounter. An automatic gesture that now seemed hollow in light of his newfound realization of negligence. "I can show you how enjoyable it is sometimes", he added hesitantly. Without another word, he rose, his calm movements betraying the turmoil within him. He turned his back to her and walked out, leaving her alone in his chamber to process what had just transpired.

His control was a frayed thread, and he realized that his betrothed enjoyed seeing it snap. It had been years since he allowed himself the pleasure of wanting anything, and now, he found himself questioning what he truly desired from her. It was just that, lady Lili, with her unrelenting pressure, had awakened something in him. Would it be so wrong to just be under her once more? What was he even thinking? He brought his hands to his head, brushing his fingers through his blonde locks, trying to regain his composure. He had been through so much, and for him to let go of everything even for a moment, and indulge in these fruitless fantasies with his future wife, would it be so wrong?

ORIGINAL WORK. DO NOT COPYRIGHT. Give proper credit to @gugug4g4. Shamelessly borrowed the 1st line of the last paragraph from @sokkawordbender. Repost. The picture is from @b_e_a_01 on Twitter: https://twitter.com/b_e_a_01/status/1693641644967428448

[iwtv]

[yonae]

Yona and Lili | Akatsuki no Yona chapter 258

[mimi-tada]

I had a bad week so I’m cleansing my soul with some yona and lili fanart

[soo-won]

yonalili save me;...

[ratherhavehopewithyou]

Thoughts on Yona's dream in chapter 254:

I feel like this is Zeno's way of trying to dissuade Yona from pursuing him. He knows she and Hak will go after him, and he probably doesn't want to actually hurt them more than he already has. So he sends this dream of killing Hak trying to warn them off, effectively saying "if you keep following me, this is what will happen".

And will it? Is it a bluff, a threat, a prophecy?

Regardless, I think it's interesting that Yona woke up and didn't even consider calling off their search for Zeno. After making sure Hak was okay, she came to the conclusion "well I'll just have to go without him". I'm not sure whether Zeno was intending to scare Yona off or not, but if he was, then he failed to realize (again) that Yona will do just as much for him and the other dragons as she would for Hak.

(And this next thought is more of a crack theory lol, but let's say Hak and Yona get to Zeno and Zeno tries to harm Hak just like he did in the dream... what if in Yona's desperation to protect him, a crimson dragon form ends up materializing out of Yona similar to what happened in Xing with the four dragons when she was in danger?? What if Zeno has been trying to provoke the crimson dragon into appearing this whole time??)

[layla99999999]

my fav akayona ship they would be so perfect together pls marry already pls

[sokkawordbender]

Akatsuki no yona ch 126

Just me getting delusional at its finest.

This scene,

How it happened....

Vs how it happened in my head.

They are up to some uncontrolled shenanigans your honor. They are going to con some businessmen or noble by their acting.