#son hak x reader

[hanasnx]

thinking about hak fucking me dumb on his cock. folding me in half before stuffing me full. fucking me till my head is completely empty. only thing my poor dumb brain could process is the feeling of him stretching me out. the sound of his hips smacking against me. those sweet coos of praise as he makes me cum over n over. talking me through it, the room heady n thick w the scent of sex, bodies tacky w sweat, stuck together tightly while he rocks into me n im starry eyed, cumming on his cock w panted whimpers, n hes just nuzzled into my hairline to whisper encouragement of how fucking good i feel n im doing so well, cumming so pretty for him, while his arms flex n his abs tighten at how hard im creaming around him

take a bow.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NOTES: you don't know what you did to me with this one anon. i loved this fucking inbox message. god thank you like oh my god i cant believe it WARNINGS: fem reader | dom hak | explicit sexual content | established relationship | overstimulation | multiple orgasms | p in v.

HAK isn’t especially talkative during sex, save for the occasional comment that always has your insides begging to be screwed. Instead, he fills that silence with the language of his body, ardently conveying his desires as he folds you in half with his hands on your thighs. However, this is an exception. "H-Hak!" you choke out, but he lovingly hushes you, stroking your hair as he feeds his cock into your exposed hole from the position.

"Hold it right there for me, princess, don't move a muscle." he tells you with awe in his eyes and haste in his movements, introducing you to just the tip of him to let you get comfortable. You nod to him with artificial determination, squeezing your eyes shut as you adjust to him. His length is not only formidable, but his girth leaves nothing to be desired, thickly rutting into you to hollow out a place for himself. "Takin' it so good, baby, you want some'ore?" he murmurs in encouragement, and you nod again with a little whimper. A warm hand spans the base of your stomach, and you peep, peeling your eyes open as he holds your gaze with such a casually comforting expression. "Relax." he orders, but it's not a command, it's a strong suggestion. You breathe in deeply, and slack as much as you can while his hips swing in and out.

Gradually, and with a lot of groundwork, Hak is able to sheathe, and you're limp as a doll. A callused thumb affectionately strokes at your clit, puffy from stimulation. "Poor thing had to cum a couple times just to get me in, huh?" he taunts with a couple flicks of his hips, bobbing your whole body with such minuscule force. You whine from his cruelty paired with the stinging pleasure of being filled, clutching tight around his neck as he bites at your lobe. He had half a mind to warn you he's gonna go harder now, but you wouldn't verbally react anyway. Instead, he sets a regular pace, and moans in your ear from low in his throat, showing you how good you feel. The quiet is filled with the sound of his cock plunging into your gooey center, the smack of skin on skin as he harvests his own pleasure from the throes of this bed, using your brainless body to do it. He's thinking of you, thinking of how to make you feel good, watching you intently in the dull light as your mouth hangs open and your eyes flutter closed, and in turn it sends a rush through him. He renders you practically lifeless as a sex toy with just the efforts of his cock pistoning into you.

It's not long before you're cumming again, all it takes is a little tickle to your clit as he fucks you. Cream oozes out from around his cock, your hole pulsing around his shaft, but he doesn't let up. Your walls are overstimulated, but you're so far gone you let him do whatever he wants, it doesn't matter what it is. You want him to use you. "Oh, yeah, baby. Just like that." he talks you through it, keeping up a steady pace with the roll of his thumb over your clit, letting you ride it out your full body spasms. "You're so easy. Feel like I could just do this." Leisurely, he moves in you while he toys with your sensitive bud, observing your reactions as you appear as though you're reaching another orgasm. "Fuck, princess, how many is that already? Wanna do a couple more?" For the first time, you're able to gain autonomy of your own anatomy, clutching at him wherever you can reach to meekly shake your head. "No?" he confirms, amused. A wolfish grin stretches onto his lips as he cruelly tests you, his deft finger curls and straightens over your clit, swiping at it in a harsh manner.

"You're being mean!" you whine, banging your fist against his chest.

"You could make it harder for me, you know."

"Hak!" you chide and he snickers at you.

"I'll be nicer. I'll be nicer." he concedes, lowering himself to encase you with his body, sweetly moving his hips to sheathe and unsheathe completely. You pant over his shoulder, tangling your fingers in his hair to ground yourself as he drives his cock into you. The room is heated by your efforts, and your skins are tacky with sweat, the salt mixing with saliva as he leaves a series of passionate open-mouthed kisses along the column of your neck. "I can't get over how good you feel, never felt anything like it." he speaks against your shoulder, ending it with a generous lick. "Where've you been all my life, huh? Where's this cunt been hiding?"

There's a familiar tenseness in your stomach that lets him know another one is brewing, and he doesn't dare upset the pace. He keeps talking to you, pulling back for better leverage as you meet his gaze with stars in your eyes. A dreamy smile curls the corners of your mouth as you feel that sweet warmth bloom in your body, nearing you to the edge. "Cum for me, pretty girl, wanna see you do it one more time." With that, you release, more powerful than before. Your back arches off the bed, and protectively he holds you through it, pressing you chest to chest with him as he licks your insides with the head of his cock. Your sweet cream spurts out from around him, dripping to the covers as nuzzles your damp hairline. His hard body against yours, you can feel his every muscle, but he's gentle when he coos praises about how good you did for him.

[ponderingmoonlight]

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

take care of yourself. love ya <333

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

Hak stitching you up

Pairing: Hak x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,3k

Synopsis: basically the request above hehe

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not enough to save yourself, though.

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

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

“I’m fine! Just stay behind me!”

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re hurt!”

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

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

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

“I just-”

“Don’t.”

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

“Let me see.”

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

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

The sharp intake of his breath does not go unnoticed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t say that.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Care.

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

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

…Right?

“Hak…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Anytime,” he replies, his smirk widening.

“And (y/n),”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[aritsukemo]

Hello! I was so happy when I found out you writing for Yona of the dawn, and now I would like to make a request. Can you please do sfw relationship headcanons with Hak? Female reader is also in a team. I know it's not original, but since we have so little Akayona content, I think it fine. Thank you in advance!

Relationship Headcanons | Son Hak

Warnings: None.

A/N: So, so sorry this took so long to complete!! I was trying to hold off until I finished the manga to make this, but as recent events have gotten me really into the Windbreaker anime and the Black Butler manga, it uh...doesn't seem like that'll happen anytime soon. Nevertheless, despite going off a pure memory for this ( as I haven't picked the manga up since, like, last summer ) I hope you enjoy this little piece I put together!

↪ No matter if you're the medic, the cook, or one of the fighters on your team, Hak will always try to protect you in any and all situations.

↪ He's very sensitive when it comes to certain things with you so if you ever got hurt, no matter the circumstances of how it happened, he will blame himself for not jumping to your rescue.

↪ Very sarcastic. All lighthearted jokes between you and any of your team members, of course. He'd fall head over heels for you all over again though if you ever joined in on his antics or had a similar sense of humor. ( None of your or his teammates can share that sentiment though )

↪ He's a gentleman when he wants to be and if he sees you struggling unnecessarily with something ( ex. carrying a bunch of twigs or logs or something ) he'll be by your side to help you in an instant whether you want to be helped or not. ( Depending on how you react to his help though, he may add a snarky comment or two. )

↪ Loves to rile you up. At times when there's nothing dire going on, he tends to poke fun at you until you just blow and start screaming at him. ( Or however you react when your mad ) He finds it cute when you huff and puff at him, but if his comments genuinely hurt your feelings, let him know ( or don't and let him find out on his own ) and he'll tone it down.

↪ If you can fight, he'll spar with you on a good day. Not that you probably want him too. You see, Hak can be pretty..irritating. First off, he tends to hold back out fear of hurting you ( especially if you're a woman ) so if you expect some no holds barred fighting like he does with Kija or his enemies, you're out of luck. Secondly, if you're a novice, he'll nitpick every little thing you do wrong. He means good by it, wanting you to see those mistakes before an enemy shows you and you end up wounded or worse, but just the way he goes about it would get anyones blood boiling.

↪ Does the hottest things at the most random times. You two can be out on a task given to you by Yun or simply sitting by the fire and enjoying the scarce peace and he'll do something like bite your neck or profess his undying love for you out of nowhere. What makes things worse is that he'll pretend it never happened afterwards, leaving you to use context clues to figure out what the hell just happened.

↪ Irritating to deal with when it comes to arguments. Hak is a very stubborn person and when you're arguing, especially if the topic regards your safety ( or really anything that envolves you and your wellbeing ), chances are that he won't back down. He's also blunt to boot so some things he says could easily be taken the wrong way.

↪ That leads us to apologies! While Hak isn't the type to go on some long winded ramble asking for your forgiveness, he will reach out at the very least depending on what he'd be apologizing for. ( Depending on what happened, he may not apologize at all ) Moments like that are the few times you get to peer inside him and see that genuine side that he tends to cover up with sarcasm and nonchalance.

↪ You're his top priority at all times. He's always thinking of you. especially on the battlefield! If you're not in his line of sight, he gets antsy and his mind wanders everywhere. Stuff like "Are you safe?", "Are they injured?", "Are the others with you?", and much more are going through his head with every swing he takes with his glave.

↪ Vulnerable moments with him are short and fleeting. It's in his nature to keep this unbothered persona of his going until the end because he doesn't like it when people are worried about him. He may say things in those moments that'll completely contradict his whole character only to immediately wave you off afterwards, leaving your mind racing as you try to pick apart his words and find the true meaning behind them.

↪ He's not one for cuddles, but if you are, he doesn't mind letting you curl up against him and lay on his chest. He tends to play with your hair at times like that, but only when you're fast asleep and can't feel it or whenever he's trying to tease/fluster you.

↪ Your first kiss will catch him off guard at first no matter who initiated it because, if he were to be transparent, he didn't believe he'd ever actually get to this point with you. That said, after the first kiss, he can't go more than a day without feeling the security of your warm lips on his! That means goodbye, good morning, good luck, and any other excuse he can pull to get a kiss from you is a must from then on!

↪ Can get real jealous at times. I imagine this being a big issue moreso prior to you two getting into a relationship rather after, but Hak can get really possessive when he's jealous. He's def not the type to see everyone as a threat, but I do imagine him being preturbed by one of your team members showing some kind of hint of harboring romantic feelings for you. And in that case, he may act a bit meaner to them ( still overall light hearted though like when he's interacting with Jae-Ha ) and possibly even petty enough to find ways to get you to avoid them. ( Like, for example, asking you to help him out with something that he can definitely do on his own specifically when he notices you conversing with the person causes him to feel so jealous )

↪ Basically he can be bit emotionally constipated at times, but he's not the worst boyfriend one could have. Not in a million years, in fact!

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Hak (Akatsuki no Yona) falling for a female reader who is one of her empress's personal assassins? Though she is usually blunt and straightforward, she shows a more softer, kinder side when in private.

“What is this? Have I spent all this time training fools! If you have no interest in doing things properly, then don’t do them at all!”

“Yes ma’am!”

Hak watched as the other attendants scurried about. Returning to their tasks and correct their mistakes quickly. “Cracking the whip a little hard today, aren’t you [Y/N]?”

She turned to look at him and offered a small smile. “I’m only asking them to do their duties and live up to their potential. I don’t ask more of anyone than I do myself.”

“Yeah, well, your standards are too high.” He told her as he took an apple from a well-placed bowl of fruit and bit into it.

[Y/N] chuckled. Then she came over to him to brush a drop of juice from the corner of his mouth. “How is your group doing?”

He told her that it was going fine, but it was a lot of work. With Soo-Won coming, everything had to be perfect. He was likely going to be the emperor one day, when he eventually married Yona, so they all had to show off for their future boss.

A sharp sting came to Hak’s heart as he thought about the future. He knew that such a thing was inevitable. Soo and Yona would marry, bring prosperity to the land and palace with lots of children, and he would be here. Hak knew for a long time that he was in love with the princess but was also aware that his feelings would never be reciprocated. It was why he moved on to [Y/N], or at least he tried.

He cared for her. Enjoyed being around her and admired her work ethic for the palace & princess. They got along. She was kind, in her own way. Stronger marriages had been built on less. Still, he felt guilty that deep in his heart that he loved another while she was at his side. Other times, like now, he just went with it.

[Y/N] stepped close and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Try not to work too hard. I don’t want to see you hurt.”

Hak smirked. Placing his hand on the top of her head. “Who? Me? I’m always careful.”

He snuck a kiss before he went back to his duties. He’d have to actually get around to asking [Y/N] to marry him one day. The Emperor’s sword and the Empress’s right hand, united to support a dynasty. He just supposed he was waiting for Soo and Yona to make it official. To make sure all hope was totally lost before he set on his path.

[anime-fan-05]

Hello, can you please make sfw alphabet for Hak from Akatsuki no Yona? Thank you in advance!

Akatsuki no Yona ~SFW alphabet~

Manga/anime: Akatsuki no Yona

Warnings: nothing

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

If you two are in public, he's basically not affectionate at all: the most affection you get from him is an arm around your waist. If you're alone, instead, he becomes much more affectionate: hugs, cuddles, sweet words... His main way of showing affection is physical gestures, and his favorite physical gesture is hugging you.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Probably, your friendship would have started through Yona, who had introduced you to him; that's why I think at first he's considered you a bit annoying like her. However, he soon changed his mind, and so you two became best friends. As your best friend, he would be very provocative (really, he would always make fun of you, especially if you did something that had embarrassed you), but also extremely protective and sweet if he knew something bad had happened to you.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He really likes to cuddle you, that's his way of making you feel close to him; you two don't have much time for cuddles anyhow: in fact, those only happen for a few minutes and not even every day. Typically, you two cuddle while lying down, and he's almost always the big spoon, as he wraps his arms around your waist and his legs are intertwined with yours.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

I think he wants to settle down one day, but only after helping Yona to create a prosperous kingdom for you two (and maybe also for your children!) to live in. He's definitely capable of providing for you two: he knows how to cook, find supplies (hunting and fishing), he would even be able to build a small wooden house... However, I don't know how good he can be at cleaning (we also have to remember the period in which the manga/anime is set and Hak's social class)!

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Quick and frank. If he were to break up with you, he wouldn't mince words, but he would be very clear in letting you know he no longer loves you; in addition, his tone would be very moderate and he would apologize to you for the pain he's causing you.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

I think he plans to marry his partner if he's committed to a relationship, so he gives you all the time, love and affection he can. And, speaking of marriage, he would like to get married to you soon since he realized you're the one, but he first wants to help Yona to revive the kingdom; in fact, after having done that, he'll immediately propose to you.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Despite the many battles he fought, the many chaos and blood he saw, he's very gentle: his touches are delicate and soothing and he's never rough with you, both physically and psychologically. Furthermore, he always tries to moderate his words when he's with you for fear of hurting you emotionally, and he reassures you whenever you feel sad.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Hugs are his way of both showing affection and feeling like you're safe and sound in his arms, so he loves hugging you. His hugs feel like he's protecting you from all harm: they're tight, but also soft and sweet, and make you feel like you're wrapped in a blanket. He hugs you every time you or he feels the need, which happens very often, at least on his part: are you going to sleep? Hug. Are you feeling sad about something? Hug. You risked your life, but did you save yourself at the last minute? Funny of you not to assume he'll hold you for at least five minutes.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He takes forever to tell you he loves you! First he wants to make sure he truly loves you, since he doesn't want to delude you, and you love him back too: indeed, he won't say it until you do first... Furthermore, his confession will be short, but still very sweet, and in private (even if Yona and the Dragons may be behind trees and bushes spying).

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

He doesn't get too much jealous, since he knows you're more than capable of fending off any unwanted suitors. Furthermore, he put a lot of trust into you. Despite that, though, he isn't above the occasional side eye, or the arm around your waist and the harsh tone if someone is getting a little too buddy buddy.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

In public, he almost never kisses you and, if he does it, his kiss is so light on your lips and quick sometimes you might not even notice it. In private, his kisses are slightly more feral, but on only one occasion they're truly passionate, that's if you're in a situation where you risked dying: the anxiety of having almost lost you is reflected in the kisses, which is like it's the end of the world.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He's well liked by the children he grew up with and considered a big brother to many, so I can assume he's pretty good with them. However, in my opinion he prefers to be with slightly older children, like four or five years old and up, so he can do many more activities with them, such as simply teaching them to fight.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings spent with him are pretty rare: most of the time you two don't really get to sleep in or even spend mornings together, after all you're very busy saving the kingdom and not getting captured by the guards. If it happens you two have the morning free, he'll make the most of it: he'll stay in bed (or rather, in the subspecies of sleeping bag you create with your cloaks) for a while to hug you, and then you'll spend the whole morning together, walking through the woods and looking for twigs to light the fire or berries for breakfast.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights with him alone are also almost impossible as either you keep moving, or you camp, but you've guard shifts, or stop at an inn to rest but you all stay in a group. If the first possibility happens, you walk together, talking about various topics and holding your hands; if the second happens, you take your guard shift together and cuddle; if the third happens, you sleep close.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

I think his openness about his past with you depends on what he tells you: he told you quite early on about his childhood with his grandfather and friends from the Wind Tribe, but he'll take a really long time to tell you about his relationship with Yona and Soo-Won, because he wants to wait to understand if you're the one he wants to spend the rest of his days with. Once he understands that, he'll gladly tell you about his past in full.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He's one of the most patient people: it really takes a lot to make him angry and, if that happens, you don't notice it, because the most he does is tighten his tone and speak a little more sarcastically than usual. The main ways to make him angry are to insult or hurt you or Yona.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He's the king of remembering details you mention in passing: you may have told him just once and even in passing you like a certain thing, and years later he'll bring it up in a conversation ("Oh, by the way, do you know I saw bouquets of white camellias while I was walking in Awa? I got you one, since you told me you like them so much." "Did I tell you?" "Two and a half years ago, when your father gave you them for your birthday.").

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite memory is when you two had laid under the stars and talked about the future and living your life in the future; hearing you so passionate and optimistic, hearing your desires to live the rest of your life, get married and start a family with him gave him hope things would be okay.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Despite knowing and trusting you can defend yourself, he's still super protective of you, one of the few people he cares about in the world, and he would give everything to see you safe and protected: it's like having a bodyguard as a boyfriend. Literally. As for keeping him protected, I think the best way to do that is to remind him not to overdo himself, since he has the bad habit of overstepping his boundaries to protect both Yona and you (and the other Dragons and Yoon too).

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

On the outside, his dates are very simple (they generally consist of you two either walking together through the forests where you camp or taking turns on guard shift together), but he puts so much effort into so may aspects of those anything bigger would lose the personal touch they've; his gifts also appear very simple, but in reality they've great sentimental value, for instance a bouquet of the same flowers he gave you on the day of your meeting.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

His main bad habits are two: the first is his tendency to overwork himself without saying anything to anyone, and that makes you worry a lot; the second is being very attached and protective towards Yona, almost as much as he's towards you (of course, you know he loves you, but sometimes you've doubts...). With time, though, he grows out of the situations and realizes it isn't selfish to want the best for himself, and he also understands he must make you more aware you're the one he loves.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

I would like to write he doesn't care at all, but I think that's not true: he's concerned with his appearance, not that much, but enough to make himself decently presentable. He doesn't do it out of vanity, though, but just because he wants to be on your level (he always thinks you're truly beautiful, even in the morning with messy hair or with dark circles under your eyes after sleepless nights).

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

It depends: he feels he needs his space, so he wouldn't feel incomplete without you if you two are apart for a short time; nevertheless, if he has to spend a long time without you, he misses you so much and is likely to desperately seek your presence.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them)

I'm pretty sure he taught you some self-defense moves: as much as he doesn't want you to go to the front lines to fight, he wishes you to know how to defend yourself at least a little, also because he knows there might be moments when he can't protect you. If one day you knock someone out with one of the moves he taught you, he'll look at you with a proud and smug face.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

If there's one trait he doesn't want in his partner, it's malice: he would never forgive you if you treated others badly or did some evil action. Regarding other physical or character traits, he doesn't have great demands, although perhaps he wouldn't love a too weak partner, since he wants you to be at least a little able to protect yourself.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

As I wrote previously, you can't sleep for a long time but, for what little you can, he prefers doing it with you. Generally, he sleeps on his side while one arm wraps around your waist to keep you close to him and the other acts as a pillow; instead, your legs are intertwined.

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[hakslover]

“you smell really nice,” you look at hak weirdly, “why are you sniffing me?” you question him. he shrugs and grins down at you, “we’re walkin right next to each other, obviously im gonna smell you.”

you roll your eyes at his sass, “whatever, let's catch up with everyone.” hak shakes his head and pulls at your hand. “no we’ll catch up with them later, i need to talk to you.” you slowly nod your head and he drags you to the side, still holding your hand. “okay…what did you want to talk about hak?” he grabs your other hand, holding them tight in his hands.

“[name]… i know this is coming out of nowhere but.. i love you.” he looks into your eyes, “you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever met and i wanna know.. will you let me be yours?” you look at him, tears brimming your eyes. you nod slowly, closing your eyes. “please [name], i need to hear you say it. tell me you love me.” he holds your face in both his hands. “i..i love you hak..so so much.” you say with a shaky voice. he smiles down softly at you, putting your foreheads together.

“can i kiss you [name]?” you nod as he moves you closer to him by your waist. you lean in and kiss him softly. he smiles against your lips, kissing you back. “eager much,” he laughs when you two break apart. he hit him softly in the chest as you feel your face getting warmer, “shut up, dummy.” as soon as you said that you heard giggling from behind you. 

you turn and see yona, jae-ha, yoon, kija, and shin-ah. they walk towards you and hak, laughing. “about time you two confessed!” yoon says, throwing his arms in the air, sighing loudly. “w..were y’all watching us the whole time..?” you ask, eyes wide. they all nod, giggling. hak shakes his head behind you.

[gugug4g4]

Hero vs Villain

The Antagonist Soo-won in the manga is the "I'll save the world for you" type of guy. Basically every hero ever. He loved his dad, so he became the king who saved the Kingdom just as his dad wanted him to.

The main protagonist Hak on the other hand is the "I'll burn the word down to save her" type guy. Classis villain. He killed anyone trying to harm Yona to save her life on the day of the regicide. He would kill anything and anyone for Yona.

Yet, we love Hak and Yona, cheered for their growth and development and was appalled by Soo won's betrayal. I just adore how Mizuho Kusanagi plays with perspective. Akatsuki no Yona was a villains perspective all along. From the beginning, she was the spoilt princess of a selfish king leading a kingdom to ruin. Hak knew this, being a generals son, he was very aware how how things were outside the castle but he didn't care, if it meant Yona would be happy.

[yorsgirl]

Love is a Curse

Trope: Angst

Warnings: none

Word Count: 818

He is perfect.

Fingers threads through your hair, abruptly stopping when you question: would you be sad if I die?

His eyebrows knit together, he stares at you with confusion - you aren't dying.

You want to smile, if I do?

I won't let you.

He is a man of few words, it's often not he expresses himself but when he does, your chest rumbles with an emotion you certainly know about.

I am never letting you go. You're stuck with me forever.

You know he's right. You truly are stuck with him forever.

.

He is like dopamine.

Touches aren't what you expected them to be. You know the touch even with his presence or absence.

They belong to you after all.

It's his name you chant, his name you say. Whether they be alone or in middle of a crowd. Your mind screams his name, always. The fantasies you stage revolves around him, always.

Everything he does leaves you wanting more.

You tell him this one very night, lying in your bed. He listens, he knows. He is there every night, every time, every second. He knows.

But he doesn't answer.

You close your eyes, then you hear him say.

So do I, for you.

.

Distraction doesn't work.

You try to. You really do.

You try using apps, moving to your people, your friends, your teachers, your family. They don't help at all. And you are down the rabid hole again.

Then you are running to him.

He scolds you, still taking you back with open arms. Chiding you for even trying to believe what they said.

Arms wrapped tight against your body, you cry silent tears hearing words so endearing. You don't deserve this.

He knows what you are thinking. You deserve everything, my love. The stars, the moon, the sun, the world... I will give you what you want. I am yours.

Why does he do this? Doesn't he know it has you falling for more?

He is cruel.

.

It's on days you want to comfort him.

You see him again. You read him again. As always.

There is a smile on your face and your chest is rumbling with that emotion again. You almost can't stop your squeal.

But then you see him in despair, in pain.

And it hurts you seeing him hurt. Emotional or physical, it doesn't matter. It hurts seeing him hurt.

You want to reach out and comfort him. But you can't.

.

Everyone tells you, you shouldn't be this devoted.

You can only answer that you can't.

Your devotion can never measure up to his. His affection, his tenderness, his devotion... his love. They are immeasurable for you.

But he is consumed with darkness. They say.

They fail to understand that you love his darkness as much as his light. For in your darkness, only he sits with you. Only he knows about it.

The parts they see as ugly and unlovable, are the very parts he said he loves the most about you when you said it to him.

Plugging the earphones on, you hear his voice again on the other end.

Did you forget me, pretty? You aren't calling lately, or did you find someone else? Nah, can't be. You have to get rid of me before that.

And getting rid of me isn't that easy.

You hate how he knows so much about you.

.

The men around you are... nice.

And it's just that. They are nice.

Some of them better than the other, some worse. And you know, you can live with one of them, one day.

But it feels wrong.

Thinking about other guys feels wrong.

Its foolish of you to even think you can ever replace him with one of them. Even when the touch of another on your skin repulses you.

And at the end of the day, its just that - they are nice.

Then you question:

Can they ever understand you like him? Can they ever know you like him? Can they ever accept all the darkness about you like him? Can you ever love you like him? Can they ever be him?

The answer is clear.

Hence, you are running back to him. He accepts you with open arms.

He is your home, regardless of what he does.

He tells you that, It is fine. I will never let you go, pretty. You are mine.

And that's what you want to be. His.

.

You open your eyes.

You see the ceiling, you are in your room.

Love is a curse. It has you falling for him in every way possible. And it's him, that you want. You wonder if you'll get over him.

You want to laugh. Who are you kidding? It's been years.

You smile, a single tear rolls down your eyes. The realization hits you again, like every other day.

You love him. You want him. But you can't.

You exist. He doesn't.

Characters: Levi Ackerman, Sukuna Ryomen, Gojo Satoru, Kageyama Tobio, Shoto Todoroki, Bakugo Katsuki, Son Hak, Loid Forger.

A/N: uhm, this is very close to me and the characters mentioned are just my faves with whom fantasize the most, you can imagine your other fav in place of them too

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Thank you for reading.

[riswippiesx]

Akatsuki no yona males when you're timid and shy

Featuring: Hak,Jaeha,Soo Won x fem! reader(seperately)

Theme: crack and fluff

Warning: slightly suggestive(???), not proof end

ʜᴀᴋ:

•He teases you, teases you untill your face is all red.

•Hak will cling to you even more and bring his face closer to yours. Thus you will feel his breath on your face and your face will heat up even more.

•Doesn't listen to any of yours "Hak, stop! Stay away!"

•But if you get even more flustered and you look uncomfortable, he asks if you're okay or not.

•Once he is assured that you're fine..haha darling, get ready to face further teasings! This guy loves to be a pain in ass :P

•Sometimes, when he feels more playful, he just pins you against the wall and watch you struggle and blush even harder with a smirk.

Hak: Your face..you look like a tomato..

You: shut up!

Hak: *brings his face close to your ears* ...a delicious one, that I might eat...

You: HAKKK!!

ᴊᴀᴇʜᴀ:

•Oh boy! Here comes the king of teasing lol!

•Once he finds out that you're shy or timid(which won't take much long for him as he understands people so well), be prepared to get teased to the fullest.

•Jaeha loves to see you flustered red face a lot.

•He wraps one of his hands around your waist and brings your body closer to his. But if he finds out any hint of discomfort in you, he quickly takes his hand off of your body and assures you that he won't ever cross the limit untill you let him.

•Whispers in your ears and says the weirded pick up lines.

•Chuckles every time you try to stand for yourself by saying that you aren't shy and end up blushing.

•He absolutely adores it when you get frustrated by your shyness and act mad. He put his hand on your head to give you a few soft head pats and kiss your temple softly.

Jaeha: Look at you sweetheart, all red and flustered for me..am I that intimidating?

You: Stop speaking nonsense Jaeha

Jaeha: *whispers in your ears* I wonder how would you react if I tell you about the things I want to do to you..

You: JAEHA !!

Jaeha: My my, easy lady..I'm just kidding *chuckles*

You: *sighs* Yeah right.

Jaeha: ...or maybe..I am not? ;)

ꜱᴏᴏ ᴡᴏɴ:

•So, the king is here :D Oh he will be so concerned at first when he notices your red face. Are you okay? Are you having a fever?? Do you need any medical help?

•He is so relieved when you tell him that you're okay and quickly finds out that you're a shy type as you blush quite often.

•He chuckles and holds your hand in his own.

•He looks at you. His mind runs crazy as he wants to tease you so bad to see your cute reactions but being a king has it's limitations and he has major control over himself.

•His gaze softens and adores your embarrassed flushed face.

Soo won: No need to be shy, my love.

You: eh? No ..I am not..don't worry *nervous chuckle*

Soo won: *brings your hands closer and plants soft kisses on both of your hands* oh?

You: *face reddens even more*

Soo won: You will still deny that you aren't shy? Hmm?

You: Soo won..stop...

Soo won: *chuckles* got it, love ;)

I will make a part two, maybe??? Not sure :P

Thanks for reading. Take love<3

Reblogs and comments will be much appreciated♡

[yonamatsuri]

im CRYING

[hanasnx]

vision of love.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

HAK is already a big guy, but compared to you he’s a goliath. You’re dwarfed when you sit in his lap, or stand next to him. More than a foot of height difference and the sheer width of his broad shoulders makes you look like nothing, withering away in a high wind. When you’d compared your hand size to him, he curled his fingers around you to the second knuckle. Even clinging onto him your fist wraps around his pinky finger. He’s colossal, larger than life, bigger than any man you’ve ever come across. No one compares to Hak. The Lightning Beast of the Kouka Kingdom is breathtaking as a warrior and your personal bodyguard. A single smoldering look melts the courage of even the bravest of men.

You’re proud of him. You hold your head a little higher when he’s by your side, when he takes up the space in a room, and when his protection looms over you like a great tamed creature. To own Hak in the way you do is a privilege, and one you don’t take lightly. He’s made it known he’s entirely yours.

But you feel like his when you’re in his bed. There’s not a word to describe how light he makes you feel, as weightless as a bird in free fall. Your little body is contorted in every conceivable way: he hoists you by your thighs to dribble you on his cock, controlling the pace you go even while you’re on top; thrown underneath him as he folds you in half, your knees pinned to your ears as he plows your hole open and ready for him; and his seemingly personal favorite, flipping you onto your stomach, shoving your cheek into the mattress as he lays his weight on you, sweetly rutting into you from behind. That hand settles into your hair, spanning your scalp from its width, and his cheek kisses yours. The warmth of both of your breaths are swapped as your chest caves from his mass. Soft groans emit from his parted lips, lost in the pleasure you provide.

[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.

[justwinginglife]

Let The Games Begin/All's Fair In Love and War

25 Days of Simpmas: Day Eleven December 11th: Hak, Rank 15 Anime: Yona of the Dawn Event Masterlist

Warning: Suggestive Language

Author's Note: Yall I LITERALLY just wrote and posted this all today, so sorry if it's a little (or a lot) rushed haha! But please enjoy!

“You’re going to have to try a lot harder than that, honey.”

Your boyfriend was smirking and you vowed you’d wipe the stupid off his face right then and there.

“Oh, trust me, honey- when I’m through with you, you’ll be wishing I had gone easy on you.” You blew him a kiss. 

Now, you loved your boyfriend very much. And he loved you very much. It was clear to anyone with a pair of eyes that the two of you were made for each other. Under any other circumstance, you would’ve been feeding each other fruit and ogling each other under some tree, on some blanket, by some river, on some sunny day. 

But not today.

Today was the Kouka Kingdom’s annual competition to mark the coming of the new year. And all tribes were allowed to compete. Which meant that, as the general of the Fire Tribe, you were facing off against your boyfriend, the general of the Wind Tribe. 

And you were both competitive as all hell, so this was WAR. 

Fortunately for the Kingdom’s defense, but unfortunately for your little competition, the two of you were evenly matched and equally powerful. After all, they didn’t hand the title of General over to just anyone. You’d only met in the first place because Hak had heard that an up and coming officer had quickly risen through the ranks of the Fire Tribe just in time to participate in last year’s competition and then completely wiped the floor with all participating competitors. Now, Hak almost never competed himself, given that he found these events trivial and not worth his time (no one was competition enough for him anyway), so he hadn’t even been present at the event when you won, but once he’d heard the news, even he was eager to get a peek at the man who’d brutally dominated the field. He was shocked to discover that it was, in fact, a woman who’d put the entire Kouka Kingdom’s army to shame. 

And then he put you up for a promotion that very same day. Because next year, when he competed, he didn’t want his victory to be over a lowly soldier- he wanted to bring down a general. 

When you met him for the first time, you weren’t even aware that he had recommended you for the position of general. You were just eager to meet the man who’d snorted that you only won because he wasn’t participating. You had thought his audacity intriguing, as he talked such a big game for someone who didn’t even have the nerve to compete, so you weren’t leaving the arena until you made his acquaintance and judged his character for yourself. 

If you surprised everyone by challenging Hak, a man who had long outranked you, to a duel right where he stood, not even two seconds after introductions had been exchanged, when he declined, saying he wouldn’t take you on until you proved to be more of a challenge, you surprised them all the more by asking him out to dinner shortly after. He was the most surprised of all.

But he said yes. 

He couldn’t help himself, he had to know you. It was more than him being attracted to your looks -which he was- or impressed by your spunk -which he was- or even finding you amusing -which he did- no, he was drawn to you in a way he’d never been drawn to anything before. Like it was destiny, like it was divine intervention. And he surrendered himself to its pull. 

One date quickly turned into two, two turned into three, three turned into wanting you, wanting you turned into needing you, and needing you turned into loving you. The rest was history.

It only made sense. You were the only one who let him be strong and weak. The only one who let him be solemn and silly. The only one who let him love and be loved. You were his perfect match. 

So now, you could properly say that you had someone you loved, someone you cared for, someone you admired, someone you adored… and you were going to kick that man’s ASS in front of the entire kingdom. And then comfort him later. Maybe let him sulk a bit, pat his head the whole way, stuff him full of food- your relationship would be fine. Probably.

Although, you might murder him before he could get to the head patting because now he was sticking his tongue out at you as he hit yet another bullseye. 

He’d beaten you in the javelin toss, you’d beaten him in the marathon run, he’d beaten you in the tug of war, you’d beaten him in the obstacle course, and now he was on his way to securing victory in the archery competition. 

It was fine. You’d get him in the horseback riding competition. It was fine, it was fine. All would be fine. You’d still assume victory in the end. Or maybe you could just mess with his head now and throw off his game. Yeah, that was a better plan. 

“Darling, are you sure you should be doing target practice when you have trouble even finding the g-spot? I’m just saying- I’m worried about your aim.” You called to him casually. 

His jaw dropped. “Why you little-”

“It really is a damn shame, honey.”

He scoffed. “You weren’t saying that last night when I-” His fingers released the arrow without him even looking at the target. Another direct shot. “-Hit your bullseye.”  He turned to look at the scoreboard and smirked. “I see last night’s events won’t be the only thing getting you on your knees. Be sure to grovel real nice and pretty for me when you lose, yeah, honey?”

Oh, it was ON. 

If you didn’t love him, you might’ve raced him off a cliff when you both took up horseback riding next. Of course, you did love him, unfortunately, so you settled for sticking out your tongue at him when you crossed the finish line a couple hairs before he did. 

And then the battle continued.

He’d win some, you’d win some. He’d win more, you’d win more.

At this point, all of Kouka knew that the other tribes weren’t even in the running anymore. No, this year, the main event was you versus Hak. It was just a matter of which one of you would win, not if one of you would win. 

Finally, after tying all day, the last event of the day came. The tiebreaker to end all ties. One on one combat. A skill in which you both excelled.

At first, the fight was the talk of the town. The clashing of steel, the pumping of blood, the fire in your eyes, it set the crowd ablaze. And you were both so evenly matched, it was anyone’s guess who’d win. Many bets were placed and many drinks were had, as the entire kingdom held their breaths, waiting for a victor to emerge.

They waited and they waited and they waited. They waited until the sun started to dip below the horizon and you and Hak were STILL at it. You were both sweating and shaking and smiling, of all things, (the audience wondered if you’d both finally lost it, if the nerves and the adrenaline had finally caught up to you), but you were both still fighting, both still evenly paced. Panting, but evenly paced. 

Under any other circumstance, you might’ve kissed and called it quits. But your honor was riding on the line now. His honor was riding on the line. The entire kingdom was watching. Or so you thought. You’d been fighting for so long that people had started to drift in and out of sleep, it was a wonder anyone was left to watch at all. 

When the moon finally crept into the sky, the king of Kouka at last begged the two of you to agree to a draw. 

You didn’t agree at all.

You were a general, a tool for the King, his sword and his shield. Hak was the same. But right now, no King, no army, no country, could stop this fight. One of you would be a victor and one of you would be a loser. Your relationship would be fine. Probably.

The thought of victory shone bright in both of your minds, and it was so close, all you had to do was reach out and grab it. You could almost taste it on your tongue, smell its very scent, hear its very sound. 

And then you were both physically dragged from the arena and declared equal winners. Nobody cheered. Nobody was awake to cheer.

After you’d both gotten over the initial shock and disappointment, you both had a good laugh.

“I just hope you know, I was about to win.” You teased, pinching his cheek. 

He snorted. “And I just hope you know that I was already winning. You just weren’t losing fast enough.” He pinched your nose.

You swatted him away, rolling your eyes. “In your dreams. But, for sure, I’ll win next year.” 

He laughed. “Honey, I don’t think they’ll let us compete next year.”

“Well then, I suppose we’ll have to make our own little competition, yeah?”

Suddenly the devil found its way into Hak’s eyes. “You know what, I say we don’t have to wait until next year. I say we have a tiebreaker right now. I seem to remember someone saying I couldn’t find her g-spot, why don’t we have a little test of endurance? Bet I hold out longer than you do.” 

And then the devil was a twin, because your eyes suddenly held the same devious glimmer. “Oh you’re on, honey. Don’t come crying to me when you lose.”

And so the games began.

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[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Jaeha and Hak cheering up their lover when they start putting themselves down?

Jae-ha takes the ‘overthrow’ approach. He would shower his partner with compliments & affection.

He would compliment their hair, their body, their smile. A lot of it is physical, but he does also compliment their kindness and personality.

Seeing them put themselves down is really hurtful to Jaeha, because it reminds him of the deep seeded insecurities and hatred he had has for himself.

Jaeha knows that it hurts and doesn’t want the person he loves & cares about to feel that way.

Hak doesn’t really get it. He thinks they are amazing, so why are they putting themselves down?

He does understand that things get to people sometimes. Even he has his doubts and days of desperation. He just didn’t think that they felt that way.

Hak tries to be comforting, but he’s really bad at it. More of the ‘buck up and move on’ kind of pep talk, which is not that inspiring.

He does sit with them though, providing comfort in what way they can and assuring them that they are enough for him.

[anime-fan-05]

Hi, may I request for Hak x Reader please? Reader is the neglected princess and wife of Hak. Since they're travelling he's always with Yona and Yona also doesn't let them be together being so stupid. So they have a big argument also with Yona but the dragons and Yoon also try to stop them but the reader snaps. She announces to divorce him and leave. When they meet again she's with another person happily something like that

You weren't the right one

Manga/anime: Akatsuki no Yona

Warnings: angst, with a bitter-sweet ending

(Y/N): your name

(S/O): significant other (not Hak)

Is being envious a bad thing? Is it that bad to feel it? Is it so bad that I'm jealous of her? I know, I know I shouldn't be jealous, but I can't help it: Hak, my husband, loves Yona, my sister, and I feel terrible.

To be honest, I've always known this, yet I loved him so much I agreed to marry him when my father proposed it to me.

I still remember what I thought when he proposed marriage to me: maybe you won't be the right one, but I still want to be your wife, Hak.

Finally, I gave in to a selfish desire of mine: I hoped I would be able to make him fall in love with me, but I couldn't.

~ 💙 ~

Why, Hak? Why don't you look at me? Why do you console Yona and not me? The one who was killed was also my father, not just her.

"Hak?"

"Not now (Y/N). Yona-hime (princess Yona) is sleeping."

"Yes..." You shouldn't hug only her.

I'm not saying you shouldn't console her, but at least pretend you care a little about me. At least try to console me: hug me and say sweet words to me, like you did with Yona.

Please...

~ 💙 ~

Since we began our journey to find the Four Dragons, I've been trying to spend some time with Hak, but Yona wouldn't let me: she kept butting in every time we were alone! I sometimes feel like she does it on purpose, but Yona isn't that kind of person, especially after what happened to our father.

I've also noticed Hak is becoming a lot more protective, not only of Yona but of others as well. However, I wish he was so protective of me too, but instead everything remained as before.

However, I'm your wife, Hak! I'm not asking for maximum attention, but I would at least like you to go a little beyond the "good morning" when you wake up and the "good night" before going to sleep (by the way, not even with me). I mean, everyone we meet thinks your wife is Yona and not me! Even the Dragons thought so the first time we met.

Really: you aren't probably the right one...

~ 💙 ~

I can't take it anymore! Every day is harder and harder!

I'm dying of jealousy for Hak and Yona, and I feel terrible. I don't want to be jealous, but I'm not entirely wrong either: nothing has improved since the start of the trip.

Everything is like when we were at the castle...

~ 💙 ~

"Hello, Hak! How are you?"

"Fine." He didn't even look at me.

"Emmm... What are you doing today?" How stupid! I couldn't ask a stupider question: he's obviously looking at my sister!

"I'm looking at Yona-hime. Do you need something?"

"I-I would like to know if you would be willing to come with me to the market one day."

"Sorry, (Y/N)-hime (princess (Y/N)), I can't go out with you: I'm busy taking care of your sister." As always, after all.

Otou-sama (father), why can't I have a bodyguard too? Why does only Yona have it? Why don't you ever consider me?

Why doesn't anyone consider me?

~ 💙 ~

"I'm not clingy or demanding! I just want… I just want to know why it seems like I don't matter to you. I'm your wife!"

Hak and I are arguing. I didn't like feeling these kinds of emotions and I couldn't stand that situation anymore, so I told Hak about it, thinking it might be a good idea. Of course, I didn't expect him to become more affectionate with me, but I hoped he would at least understand me a little and tone down his attention on Yona.

"You are, but you aren't my first priority, and it's time you realized that and stopped getting in my way! I'm tired of you nagging me all the time! Stay away from me for a while and go away!"

What?

What he said?

I? Clingy to him?

"What did you say?"

"You've heard." His voice is chilling; he's really angry.

"Hak, nee-san (big sister), you two should calm down." I can't stand her anymore! Always getting in the way!

"Shut up! I'm really angry with you too!"

"Why? What have I done?" She really is so damn innocent and stupid! She doesn't understand anything!

"Do you even dare ask me? Are you stupid? Since we left, you've been complaining about wanting to get stronger, but what have you actually done? Have you ever managed to do anything? To save someone? Not to be protected? Do you know how much you annoyed me? I'm not like you: I had no one to protect me, even though I was the eldest daughter and heir to the throne. I had to defend myself, I had to learn to fight alone, I always did everything alone! Don't you dare come here, after you keep putting my husband in danger and fluttering your eyelashes at him, even though he's married to your sister!"

It all happens in an instant: a noise, and then a very strong pain in my right cheek.

Huh? What?

"Don't you ever dare talk to Yona-hime like that again!" Hak?

Was it you? Did you hit me on the cheek? Did you hit your wife to protect another woman? How...

"Hak?"

"Don't call me that anymore and don't be with us anymore. Go away."

"W-what?" How could you say that?

Tears stream down my face.

I feel terrible. My head hurts, I can't breathe, I feel dizzy...

I know, or rather I've always known, Hak cares more about Yona than me and he'll always protect her, despite everything.

I always knew, Hak, I always knew you aren't the right one for me...

"All right. If that is what you all want, I'll walk away. Hak, don't think of me as your wife anymore: you and I no longer exist. I hope you and Yona will be happy together. Goodbye."

~ 💙 ~

It's been a while since I've been away from my sister, Hak and the others, and I couldn't feel better: I found a man, (S/O), who really loves me, who I care about a lot. However, the story with Hak is still an open wound in my heart, even if my current boyfriend understands me and he never makes me worry about this; he's just a perfect boy!

Now, (S/O) and I are at the market buying everything we need to make our lunch. I'm at the fruit stand; he moved away from me because he had met one of his friends.

While I'm choosing fruit to buy, a familiar sound reaches my ears: Hak! Although my mind isn't even processing everything that is happening, my body is already reacting to his voice, so I look around almost desperately to find him: I start running in the direction from which I heard his voice, colliding with some people and risking tripping several times, until I reach him.

Here, right in front of me, there's the man I've loved almost my entire life. He's as beautiful as ever: his blue eyes, which I have always loved to look at, shine like the sea, and his smile is as warm as the embrace of a loved one. However, what makes me so sad is the fact his smile isn't directed at me: he's smiling at Yona, looking at her with so much affection, not at me. He didn't even notice me.

I don't need to see anything else. I don't want to see anything else. I turn and leave.

My mind is full of regret, pain and anger towards myself: why doesn't Hak look at me? What does Yona have that I don't? Why didn't the relationship between us work out? Why do I keep thinking about him? Why don't you get out of my head, Hak?

A few "what if" scenarios ran through my thoughts, although I know there's no point in thinking about them: he's probably engaged to her by now; I, on the other hand, am engaged to (S/O).

I shouldn't cry, I shouldn't do this, nevertheless, as I lean against the wall of an inn, my chest aching like never before, I can't stop the tears from flowing.

~ 💙 ~

"My love? Are you okay?"

"(S/O)?" I lift my head from my crouched position, looking at (S/O). He's crouched in front of me, looking at me worriedly.

Without thinking twice, I throw myself into his arms and hold him, crying into his chest. He returns the hug, immediately holding me tightly and cradling me gently against him, saying sweet words.

"What happened?"

"I... met... Hak..." I tell him, my voice breaking with sobs.

"Oh, my love... Shhhhh, don't worry: everything will be fine. Can I do something to make you feel better?"

"Can you keep hugging me a little longer, please?"

"Of course." (S/O), why are you so kind to me? Why are you close to me, even though you know I love you, but I still love Hak?

I feel like a traitor. I love (S/O), but I still love Hak too, and I don't understand if I really love him or if he's just a replacement for me. I can't understand my feelings, and I don't want to make him suffer...

"Why are you close to me?" My sudden question shocks him.

"How 'why'? Are you thinking about the situation with your ex husband?" How did he figure it out?

I nod, so he holds me even more gently and says: "Don't worry, I already told you. I love you so much, and, if you're confused about your feelings, I'll help you as much as I can, okay?" I nod again, hugging him tighter and pushing my head further into his chest.

What things which were so good have I done to deserve such a kind person next to me?

I may be so selfish, but, even if I still don't have my feelings clear, I want to be with (S/O); I want to feel as good as when I'm with him; I want to feel that beautiful feeling I feel when we're together forever.

"Thank you, (S/O). Can I ask you something else?"

"Yes." I gently pull away from our embrace and look into his eyes.

"Can we be together forever?" He looks at me with wide eyes and a blush that quickly colors all his cheeks; then, his eyes soften and a sweet smile spreads across his face.

"Of course we can. Come -(S/O) stands up and he takes my hand and helps me get up- let's go home."

Thank you, Hak. You weren't the right one for me, but thanks to what happened between us I'm happy now.

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[koukaimagines]

MASTERLIST

AKAYONA

Son Hak:

Hak NSFW | HCs

Soowon and Hak with an s/o who's evil (undercover assassin) | HCs

Soowon:

Soowon with a sister | HCs

Soowon NSFW | HCs

Yoon, Kija, Jaeha, Soowon x tavern singer!reader | HCs

Soowon woman type | HCs

Soowon and Hak with an s/o who's evil (undercover assassin) | HCs

Soowon jealous | HCs

Yun:

Yoon, Kija, Jaeha, Soowon x tavern singer!reader | HCs

Yun and a goofy reader squabble and make up | SCENARIO

Kija:

Four Dragons with a younger sister reader | HCs

Kija and Jaeha tickling their female crush | HCs

Yoon, Kija, Jaeha, Soowon x tavern singer!reader | HCs

Four Dragons with a petite fem!reader | HCs

Kija x reader who has a feverish nightmare | SCENARIO

Kija and Jaeha taking care of an injured s/o reader | HCs

Four Dragons taking care of a sick s/o reader | HCs

Shinah:

Four Dragons with a younger sister reader | HCs

Shinah x reader first kiss | SCENARIO

Four Dragons with a petite fem!reader | HCs

Shinah NSFW | HCs

Shinah with a reader who's scared of the dark | HCs

Four Dragons taking care of a sick s/o reader | HCs

Jaeha:

Four Dragons with a younger sister reader | HCs

Kija and Jaeha tickling their female crush | HCs

Yoon, Kija, Jaeha, Soowon x tavern singer!reader | HCs

Four Dragons with a petite fem!reader | HCs

Jaeha NSFW | HCs

Kija and Jaeha taking care of an injured s/o reader | HCs

Four Dragons taking care of a sick s/o reader | HCs

Zeno:

Four Dragons with a younger sister reader | HCs

Reader finds out about Zeno's powers | SCENARIO

Four Dragons with a petite fem!reader | HCs

Zeno NSFW | HCs

Zeno with a reader who's afraid of thunderstorms and tries to hide it | SCENARIO

Four Dragons taking care of a sick s/o reader | HCs