#yona x suwon

[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.

[qweaenr]

AKATSUKI NO YONA

[akatsukiyonaakagamishirayuki]

Current mood

[koukaimagines]

Soowon being jealous

Hello! Thank you for your request! Sorry for the wait! Soowon being jealous would certainly be a sight to behold! I'm not sure what kind of relationship you'd like Soowon and reader to have, so I wrote about soowon and reader in an exclusive romantic relationship! I hope you enjoy these HCs!

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Soowon

Soowon is someone who is calculated and logical. He doesn't and actively refuses to let himself be swayed by anything he might deem unnecessary. But in your case, it's different.

Having you by his side was already a poor blunder on his part. Falling for you was even worse— but now that he's realized he can't let go of you, he'll work things out. He always does. But his relationship with you is proving difficult. Despite his condition and position, he's selfish and determined to keep you close to him, even if physical distances rip you apart.

When that physical distance favoured another man in the palace over him, he stared blankly at you. But with Kyesook and Joodoh behind him asking what's wrong, he tears his gaze from the hand you bring to your lips as you stand there giggling with one of the soldiers. Despite the familiar ache in his chest, he must keep up appearances. Even though it doesn't fool his retainers, Kyesook and Joodoh both opt to stay quiet. When it's about you, things get more complicated.

When Soowon's jealous, you wouldn't know. He'd cage those raw feelings within the depths of his soul and act as though they never came to being. Loving you was forcing a vulnerability out of him that was hard to stand, often shining through minor missteps. Jealousy was no exception.

His Majesty would be said to seem a little more airheaded than usual from how frequent it seemed that he was not in the present moment. Things would go in through one ear and out the other. He'd be spoken to and ask the speaker to repeat themselves. He'd stare blankly at the table or his book, not making out the wood nor the words— as if he was looking at something completely different.

And he is. He's much too occupied by the sight of you with another man, and it's becoming needlessly annoying to navigate. The more he tries to focus on his work, the worse the ache gets.

You already don't get to see him as often as he'd like, so when jealousy comes in the picture, Soowon struggles quite a bit. It's not until Joodoh throws you at him that he may even realize it's jealousy that's building fog in his head.

Despite Soowon's intelligence, when it comes to romantic love, he's completely dumbfounded. The jealousy he feels with you is different from that he felt when he was younger, seeing Hak and Yona dream about a future that would never come to be. Different from the envy he felt for various things. Instead, jealousy with you was ugly, childish, needlessly selfish, rearing its head during the most undesirable of times. It felt like something out of his control, and he hated that.

He wouldn't even know what to tell you if his feelings slipped into his behaviour—if you noticed. He knows himself there's no real, tangible solution you could offer to clear the ache and the fog.

He knew that, but when he'd see you after having a bout of jealousy sprout, his body would move on its own, seeking a solution he couldn't comprehend: having you within his embrace. His hands would be drawn to you no matter how much he told them to stay at his sides.

There's that lack of insight and control he hated so much. When it's you, things are different. He selfishly acts according to his own desires as simply Soowon, not a King. You bring out a childishness in him that he dislikes, because it's unnecessary.

But he can't help but feel more at ease as the ache and fog disperses.

[soo-won]

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Can you believe it guys. スウォン trending. I'm sure Suwon heard our voices and that will wake him up.

Bonus.

[stepswordsen]

【AkaYona】 SuHak

pale blue solace

“The beautiful smile of a boy he once loved. And before midnight falls upon the palace, before the silver strain of clouds morph into the glint of a sword’s edge, dipped in the blood of betrayal — a passage between death and life — there is the distinct, somber shade of pale blue.”

- pale blue solace by foggydevil

I originally drew this SuHak last year as a birthday gift for my precious friend Lumen (@/Ann_archyy) on Twitter~ Manifesting SuHak!

Happy birthday Lumen! 

@soo-won

Thank you so much to both you and Project Vinland's hard work for your translations, including on series like AkaYona! You're really our strongest soldier. I also have gift arts in mind for you this year!

Sending you lots of love~ I'm happy to have met you and be your friend. I always have fun talking to you! You're so funny and your thought rambles and character analysis/meta posts really inspire me.

I always feel like seeing my friends' works reignites my love for this ship. And of course, seeing everyones' passion for it! It makes me remember what I love so much about the ship.

When I drew this last year, I wanted to make their expressions soft and tender. Suwon was very fun to draw :) I loved drawing Suwon and his hair, heehee. Thank you king!!! 👑 And Hak's colours were fun. I love warm lighting, and colouring gold, so this was a treat 😌✨

This was inspired by foggydevil's SuHak fic, pale blue solace

I had the mood and atmosphere of the fic in mind while I drew! Her SuHak fic is beautifully written. I love reading her writing, it's so atmospheric and poetic... I love the prose. Her writing style reminds me of poems... It was pale blue solace that inspired me to choose the colours and atmosphere in this. 

The rest of my rambles will be under the cut!

I was thinking about Suwon's association to gold and the warmth of the sun, so I chose more cool colours for Hak and the shadows of his clothes 🙏

I'm happy that my friends said they could feel the atmosphere of pale blue solace in this drawing due to the contrast between golden colours and pale colours. Sun/Moon symbolism...

The gold tones are a reference to Suwon who is the sun. I love the colours of the 2nd one. I chose those colours for warm and cool colours contrast, and I also chose the cooler toned one to match the atmosphere of pale blue solace!

No matter how bad AkaYona got and decayed in terms of writing quality, I'm still so glad I met many of my friends because of it <3 I’m glad for everyone’s team effort in creating SuHak content~ It makes up for how badly written Ch. 243 was. 

Our friend circle is why I got into Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic, one of the most important and personal series to me ever. Thank you!

CSP lags every time I open the file cuz it's so big. Alas I'd love to redraw this someday.

Also love black hair x blonde hair pairings. Wahoo! 

[not-me-bye]

All for a reason Soowon x princess reader

"I hadn't thought anything was wrong with our relationship, oh what a fool I had been". "They were always so close".

.....

The day had started perfect, my boyfriend Hak and I had spent the morning together riding horses and just goofing around in general. I thankfully didn't have to be kept shielded in a glass box like my sister yona had too. She was never allowed to do anything or go anywhere unsupervised, otherwise father would scold her and her maids would have to keep her under intense watch. I was glad that I could do and roam as i please but sometimes I couldn't help but be hurt that our father cared so little about me, I get it I look nothing like yona and I don't look like father either. I had always thought it was because I resembled my mother and that's why he barely acknowledged me but.... It had to be something else it just had to be.

From what I could remember when i was little father barely visited me when I was with my mother, only visiting my mother and yona when she was born ,but would rarely speak to me or even look in my direction. My mother didn't say anything about it but she never referred to me as king ils daughter, she just referred to me as her daughter. It was one big mystery and beyond lonely.

Once I met hak and soowon it was like all had changed and I felt what it was like to be happy and no longer be lonely. Soowon had immediately taken to following me around and asking me all sorts of weird questions when we had first met all those years ago. He was a year younger than me yet he seemed to not care in the slightest. It was like he had just up and chose to befriend me, over the years we had gotten close and I had admired him for sometime, you could even say it was like a crush. Eventually though he only came around so often and my feelings fizzled out. That's when I fell for hak, he had been so bossy and a bit of an ass. We slowly began to hang out and gravitated to each other more and more, he also befriended and was close with yona too. I didn't at the time see the feelings he most definitely had for her. Instead as we got older I eventually confessed to hak and he had said he liked me back and we began a relationship, he was my first for a lot of things but I never expected it to end in my first heart break.

"I'm getting a bit sidetracked let me get back to the day at hand and what all had happened."

I had always heard the rumors that I wasn't king ils legitimate child and I didn't want to believe it being so young but now that I was older it was sounding more and more likely, the only way I would know is if I went and looked through my mothers things that were packed away in storage. I would have to be careful because of king il saw me he would be MAD. I crept into the part of the place that my mothers belongings were kept and went though her box of letters, drawings, and personal notes. If I wasn't his legitimate child then she might have wrote about it or atleast hinted about it in her journal. I looked through the pages finding nothing then I found the other one and looked through it and found something. My mother was recalling an incident that had happen where I had came to her crying and asking why father liked Tina so much but hated me. She wrote about the how it ached her heart and that she was glad I wouldn't struggle or be met with poverty thanks to "fathers" kindness but she was still sad I wouldn't ever know any real father figure il or "my biological father".... I knew it and yet I felt my heart stop.

I couldn't help the hurt that I felt despite knowing that this was the most likely outcome. All I could think about was going and finding hak. He would understand and he would comfort me. I quickly went Looking for hak hurriedly checking rooms. I went to yonas room and absentmindedly opened the door. Hak was indeed there but so was yona and they were kissing, not just a simple kiss but full on making out. I felt my heart drop. "How could you, either of you", I yelled. Hak cake close to me trying to explain himself, "y/n I'm sorry it's not like it looks, I didn't mean it like that". The audacity of him to try and act like it was some accident had me seeing red. I slapped hak and went to yona backhanding her as well. "You were supposed to be my sister, I trusted you YONA", I turned around walking out before either could say anything. I went back to my room and as soon as the door shut I cried and I cried, for my broken relationship and for the father daughter relationship I wouldn't ever know or have.

Weeks had passed and I wouldn't speak to yona or hak, I avoided them and refused to even look at them. What made it worse was they were already in a relationship a maid told me. I've never been more humiliated,sad, pissed. I could kill them both. Thankfully just the perfect timing Soowon had arrived and I had met him at his rooms. I had hugged him and he pulled me into his room and I told him everything from hak and yona too my not father. "I'm so sorry y/n" he said as he hugged me. We spent some time like that. "There is actually something I need to tell you". Soowon nervously continued, "I'm to be married soon and since king il doesn't want it too be yona he is arranging that I marry you, I wanted to tell you myself". "I'm sorry that all this is being pushed on you y/n". I was stunned to say the least, I sat quiet not saying anything for a longgg time. "Y/n" Soowon worriedly asked. "I'm just trying to process all this" I said with a sigh. I had always liked soowon and the crush had always lingered in my heart but I had thought i lost it. I had also thought I wouldn't move on from hak or be able to live but guess I was wrong again. Here goes nothing "soowon... I have to tell you something, I have liked you for a long time more than just friends." "I thought I had lost the feelings I held for you all that time ago when I developed feeling for hak, but the feelings I have for you are still very much here for you and I just..." Words couldn't describe what I felt so I pulled Soowon into a kiss. That went on for a hot second before I pulled back. Soowon sat there silently stunned, I thought he was gonna reject me since he didn't exactly kiss me back but her again he surprised me. "I've felt the same for you for so long, I never got the chance since you started dating hak but I'm happy to know now that you reciprocated my feelings all this time" Soowon states with a slight blush to his face as he leans in and kisses me. I'm glad he's kissing me so he can't see the goofy ass smile I have on my face. "So are we together now , before we were gonna be yknow together anyway" I ask. "Yes we are y/n" he laugh.

........

It's crazy how all that happened and now I'm with soowon my childhood love. Maybe things do happen for a reason. I'm loved and no longer alone and I have someone who stands up for me against king il, it feels nice to be loved.

Requested by anon on wattpad

This is short and not the best but I’m still new and working on my writing skills, pls be patient. I do take requests for my oneshot book on wattpad, my @ is @IzanasWhore444

[gugug4g4]

Oh They are soo beautiful 😍 💕 💖

スウォンとリリ　何とも言えない…

[meowmeowjestie]

Sen (@stepswordsen)

I’m Stepswordsen! Call me Sen! I'm a bi ace Vietnamese hobbyist artist. My pronouns are She/They and They/Them. I don’t mind any pronouns, but I prefer She/They (alternating pronouns), or They/Them, most.

@stepswordsen​​ is my main art account!

@meowmeowjestie​​ is my side rambles and reblog account!

Favourite Characters:

Hibari Kyouya (KHR)

Ashiya Douman (FGO)

Xanxus (KHR)

Idate (WATGBS AU)

Judar (Magi)

My wifey wife faves:

Sessyoin Kiara (FGO)

Nguyễn Selena (Nguyễn Nguyệt Vân Liên) (KHR OC)

Tatsumiya (WATGBS AU)

Fujimaru Ritsuka (Guda) (FGO)

My top main faves are all very important and personal characters for me.

Top main fave ships:

LimGuda (Ashiya Douman (Limbo) x Fujimaru Ritsuka (Guda))

IdaTatsu (Idate x Tatsumiya)

XanLena (Xanxus x Selena)

JuAli (Judar x Alibaba)

Other main fave ships:

BluesRock (Blues.EXE x Rockman.EXE)

EnNetsu (Enzan (Chaud) x Netto (Lan))

The ultimate sen-core ship formula is: meow meow mf x ball of sunshine or ball of anger/stoicism. And at least one chara black/white in their design. Also my top main 4 ships are all Meow meow mf x Empathetic and loving ball of sunshine with gold eyes.

Other fave ships:

AliHaku (Alibaba x Hakuryuu)

NetsuAi (Netto (Lan) x Iris)

HaoRen (Hao x Ren)

HoroRen (Horohoro x Ren)

EdRich (Edward of Lancaster x Richard III)

SuHak (Suwon x Son Hak)

And many more!

Main interests:

Fate/Grand Order (FGO)

Katekyo Hitman Reborn! (KHR)

Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic (Magi) 

Wadanohara and the Great Blue Sea AU (WATGBS AU)

Mega Man Battle Network / Rockman.exe (MMBN)

Mega Man Star Force / Shooting Star Rockman (MMSF)

*Note: My and my friends' WATGBS AU (Idate/IdaTatsu AU) stuff!

Interests I selectively like (against my will):

Shaman King (SK/ManKin)

Akatsuki no Yona (ANY/AkaYona)

Requiem of the Rose King (ROTRK)

And I also like tons of other things as well and have a bunch of side interests! I doodle and ramble a lot about my fave interests! My masc faves are my favourite cat cots. They're going into my cat carrier. The ultimate cat basket. And I love my wifey wife faves <3 I have the most obvious and predictable tastes in the world.  

You can check out the extra underneath the cut if you wanna see what characters classify as sen-core meow meow mfs.

Extra:

Here are my favourite characters compiled!

I finally did it! It's Sen's cat carrier of meow meow mf faves and puppies! And also my wifey wife faves 🥰💗✨ The ultimate cat basket, cuz my fave chara taste is predictable 😌🤸

I'm very attached to the WATGBS AU faves we have for our WATGBS AU :) I used my edits of the characters for this. 

My top main faves are all very important and personal characters for me. So I felt like they should all be in the 1st row. Other than my top main characters in the 1st row, the placement is not according to order, just who I thought of first. There’s also many more characters I love!

Also yeah I absolutely did put 5 Magi charas on this list just cuz the cast is so goated in general, I had to. There’s 3 KHR, 3 WATGBS AU, 4 FGO, and 5 Magi charas here omg.

It would've been Sen's meow meow mf/cat carrier but Alibaba is there. Puppy surrounded by cat cots :)

Sen-core and meow meow mfs:

Sen-core and meow meow mfs are identifier terms my friends and I came up with to refer to the character design, personality, and writing tropes that appeal to and cater perfectly to my tastes. My brand in fictional characters! I'm my cats' cheerleader.

I'm passionate about meow meow mf ™️ characters, a very highly specific trope that all of my top main faves fall under. It's the meow meow mf instinct. It's like a radar. My meow meow mf senses are tingling.

How Sen picks favourite characters, or how to be considered sen-core. The Sen-core checklist:

Sen-core femme faves:

A cute/hot adult femme I lovingly chose as my wife, a deeply empathetic :D or ^v^ vibes person who loves their friends and/or the people they care for

Or, they are a hot cunning evil sadist type

Hits the specific sen-core niche of a soft femme chara or a hot cunning evil sadist type. They're cute and hot

Has black and/or white hair or is a redhead

Optional: Has gold eyes

Optional: Is a MILF

Sen-core masc faves:

Hits the specific sen-core niche of a meow meow mf ™️

Usually has black/white hair and/or a black/white monochrome colour scheme

Morally questionable, complex/complicated, or evil. Otherwise, they are too ok with violence and murder

Smug edgy asshole character, sen-core bastard cat, passive aggressively violent or threatens people

They are Type 1 sen-core cool aloof stoic cat >:| or :| or >:)

They are Type 2 sen-core smiley cat :) or :D or ^-^ or >:D

Emotionally repressed, stupid, and/or stunted. Doesn't fully understand human emotion and/or how to express themselves in normal ways

Optional: They're either buff with big tiddies or they're a twink

Optional: GNC, or an ikemen or bishounen type (pretty boy) type

Optional: Has a sad backstory and/or emotional issues they struggle with

Optional: Bloodthirsty. Sadistic, cruel and/or morally questionable or evil person that likes trampling on people

Optional: They are either ace-spec or super horny

Filling them all is so specific yet that includes so many characters of my faves! Basically, if they're cool, commit murder, have emotion issues, like violence, and constantly either :| or ^-^, a smug bastard, and have black and white colours (optional), then they're a meow meow mf!

Thanks for reading! I’m very passionate about my fave meow meow mfs and wifey wife faves! <3 

[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

[vannahfanfics]

Dawn and Dusk Part V

Before you read, here’s Part I, Part II, Part III, and Part IV!

Category: Romantic Fluff, Angst

Fandom: Yona of the Dawn

Characters: Soo-Won, Yona

Requested by: @lilc77​ (Tumblr)

Hey, friend! I hope you’re ready for more YonaWon! This is for the first of the batch that you requested for the theme “sexual tension and desire.” I thought it would fit perfectly within my ongoing “Dawn and Dusk” series of oneshots, so I hope you enjoy the latest installment!

The study echoed with gentle flip of pages. Yona sat among the towering tomes, her legs tucked primly underneath her so the thick, leather-bound book could rest on her thighs. Her dawn-colored eyes scoured the printed words carefully, though in the back of her mind, she doubted that a biological survey of Kouka Kingdom’s bird species would prove fruitful in her endeavor. Though she knew nothing would be hidden in the text, she entertained herself for a few moments more with the detailed illustrations of the songbirds and descriptions of their behavior. She got like this from time to time, looking for escape in the useless paragraphs after yet another day of finding nothing. 

Her fingertips skimmed over the inked drawing of a finch, its feathers painted in brilliant watercolor hues. The “sunrise finch,” it was nicknamed, not only for its brilliant red and yellow plumage, but also its propensity to be the first of the indigenous birds to rise. It awoke in the mere minutes before dawn to herald the oncoming sun with sweet tunes of the morning. Yet as the golden sun spilled across the trees, it would fall silent, its beautiful song swallowed up by the dawn chorus of other birds. Brief and fleeting, like the sunrise it worshipped. 

Yona wondered if that was her fate, to be brief and fleeting like the dawn. 

Sighing, she closed the book and replaced it on the shelf. Rather than grab another from the small stack beside her, she sat there a moment, reaching back to massage the flesh of her shoulder. Though soaking in the bath— however brief that was thanks to her surprise encounter with Soo-Won— had improved the strain significantly, she still found it twinging throughout the day. Perhaps I should retire early and give it some rest, she wondered, but looking down at the books next to her, Yona knew that would not happen. She had to keep searching, searching for any clues to the puzzle that existed between herself and Soo-Won. 

She turned to the window, where the moonlight streamed in to bathe the study in white, at least where the soft yellow light of the lantern beside her could not reach. She wondered if there was a bird that also called to the setting sun and rising moon. Did it mourn the loss of the sun, or did it welcome the appearance of the stars and night sky? Perhaps there was no bird at all, but a king’s fanfare is close enough, she supposed. Dusk had ruled this land ever since her father’s death, as the pale moon sat upon the throne, merely reflecting the light of the sun. A false light, but, did that mean it was no less worthy? She wondered that as she gazed at the sliver of moon hanging low in the sky. Dusk, dawn… It was all light, wasn’t it, chasing away the darkness? 

Who am I to truly say which is better? Yona thought with a sigh, looking back down at her lap. She felt her eyes begin to burn with the familiar sensation of salty tears brewing in the ducts. She often got this way when the watchful nights closed in, cast in light only by her flickering lantern. Everything was still so confusing; she knew not what path to take, what she should do for her people. It was maddeningly frustrating. She really only knew one thing these days, and that is that she still loved Soo-Won, achingly so, despite everything that had happened. 

The first tear slipped down her cheek just as the door to the study opened. Yona quickly swept it away with the sleeve of her kimono as Soo-Won walked in, a look of mild surprise on his face. 

“Ah. You’re still here? It’s awfully late.” 

“I could say the same to you,” she said, but not icily. “I wanted to look through another book or so before finishing up for the night. What about you?” she asked as he navigated through the stacks upon stacks of volumes covering the floor and sat at his small desk. He picked up his quill with a tut, uncapping the inkwell and dipping the pointed tip of the writing utensil into the black muck. 

“I have some reports that I have not yet read or signed off on,” he explained, skimming the contents of the first page before scribbling his signature on the bottom. He set it aside for the ink to dry, then began reading the next. 

Yona looked back to her stack of books, knowing that she should pick one up, but her desire to investigate any further had suddenly vanished. She looked back to the shelf, then stood to retrieve the book of bird species. She flipped back to the page about the sunrise finch, then slowly walked over to Soo-Won. He glanced up when she approached, then looked down at the open book in her hands. 

“Soo-Won… Have you ever seen this bird?” She turned it around so he could see the illustration. He studied it for a moment, then nodded. 

“Yes… They actually nest in the palace gardens,” he explained, and looked up when Yona gasped in delight. How had she never known such a gorgeous bird had a home in the plants right outside her window? Well… It wasn’t exactly often that she found herself up before dawn. However, that would soon change. She would wake up first thing tomorrow to catch a glimpse of this bird. 

“Thank you. I’ll leave you to your paperwork,” Yona said, then looked down at the bird and its brilliant sunrise plumage. She wondered if it would be as stunning in person. She was sure it would be. The anticipation brought a smile to her face, and so she replaced the book on the shelf. The sooner she got to sleep, the sooner the dawn would come. 

Soo-Won spoke as she headed to the door. 

“You were crying.” 

She stiffened. He had seen? She’d thought she’d been slick. She could feel his aqua eyes boring into her back, making warmth spread all over her back. His stare beckoned her like a siren call; she was helpless to his song, causing her to turn slowly around to face him. His expression wasn’t judgmental, not that she had expected it to be in the first place— it was sad, or guilty, even. 

He turned in his chair so he could hold his hand out to her. Entranced by that silent magnetic melody, Yona’s body moved of its own accord; she crossed the room to take his outstretched hand. His touch was soft as his fingers moved over hers, giving just the slightest tug to pull Yona until she was standing in front of him. He reached up with his free hand to brush over the tear stains she’d thought she’d scrubbed away, ghosting over the slightly reddened skin with a heartbroken look. 

“How is your shoulder?” Such an innocent question so at odds with the way his fingers skipped down to her shoulder, fingertips inching under her kimono to brush over the skin. She tried not to twitch at the electricity that shot through her nerves. Her body was stunned, electrified by his ministrations, but her tongue seemed to work just fine. 

“It’s better.” 

He didn’t say anything, just tilted his head while continuing to massage the top of her shoulder. Her heart thumped against her chest as her kimono sleeve slipped fully off her shoulder, exposing her upper arm and even the barest hint of the curve of her breast. Soo-Won’s eyes flickered up to hers, inspecting the minute twitches of her fate for discomfort. He didn’t find any, because why would he? By now, he knew the depths of Yona’s feelings, the way she yearned for his touch despite everything that had happened. 

When did his other arm snake around her hips? It had circled around her without her knowing, so she gasped when she felt him pull her forward until she bumped against his knees. He quirked a brow— a silent invitation. She bit down on her lip, debating. 

Would any good come from yielding to her desires? She should focus on ferreting out his plans for her kingdom, not yielding to her more base compulsions. Yet as Soo-Won’s aqua eyes met hers, she felt her inhibitions melting away as easily as that silk had slid off her shoulder. With a breath of his name, she climbed onto his lap, pressing every inch of their bodies together that she could. Soo-Won’s hands pushed into her dawn-colored hair with a reverent sigh, prompting her to crane her head back into his palms. 

He pressed his mouth to the column of her throat in an open-mouthed kiss. He lingered there for several moments, and then murmured against her skin, “I’m sorry. Ever since we met again, I have caused you pain.” 

Yona’s throat bobbed against his lips as she swallowed. Her eyelashes fluttered to fight back the tears, but they came anyway. Soo-Won must have felt the tears dripping down into his hair, because he sat up to press wispy kisses over her ruddying cheeks to catch the salty streams. “My selfishness has caused you pain,” he murmured against her face. “I tried, but… Yona, I love you so…” 

“I know,” Yona said with a shuddering breath. “I know. I love you too, Soo-Won, though it vexes me.” She curled her neck so she could bury her face into his hair. She inhaled deeply, and the scent of him flooded her nose— parchment, rose water, and a crisp coolness she could only characterize as moonlight. She wondered if she smelled like the dawn, spicy and warm? 

Soo-Won kissed the junction of her neck and shoulder, drawing her out of her thoughts. Just as a small bit of lucidity returned to her, he began a path up her neck and over her chin to claim her lips in a steamy, hungry kiss. Yona perched on his lap while his fingers roved up and down her back, leaving sparks in their wake. She tangled her tongue eagerly with his, and he tasted like cool moonlight, too. Her mind clouded over like it was filled with cotton as heat built up within her, like she was a pot filling with steam. 

Just as she felt ready to burst, he pulled away. Cool air rushed through her, chilling the warmth inside of her, and she exhaled shakily. Soo-Won petted her cheek with that sad look on his face again. She still trembled atop him, not sure how to feel. These short, passionate moments between them had become such a regular occurrence that it was hard to feel guilt or shame anymore. 

“Soo-Won,” she murmured, and his fine eyelashes fluttered when he looked up at her. They’d just exchanged some very passionate kisses, but she still blushed when she meekly asked, “Would you… Would you show me the sunrise finch tomorrow morning?” 

He seemed surprised by her question, his eyes going wide. Then, his face relaxed into a sweet smile. 

“I would love to. It has been a while since I’ve seen them myself.” 

When Yona prepared to get off him, his hands tightened around her hips. 

“Stay?” he asked, quietly, pleadingly. Yona tensed at first, then slowly relaxed when she saw the way he was staring down at his desk— so sadly, so miserably. Yona knew she ought not to, but she draped herself over him anyway, nestling her head on his shoulder. He held her against him with one arm while he turned to resume tending to his documents. Yona closed her eyes, focusing on the feeling of his chest rising and falling against hers, his heartbeat thumping against her sternum. It didn’t take long for hers to synchronize with his. Lulled by the melody of their tandem breaths and heartbeats, Yona found herself drifting into a comfortable sleep. The dawn would come eventually, and Yona would have to tend again to her priorities. However, for at least a few sweet hours, she would allow herself to bathe in the cool white light of the dusk— in Soo-Won and his deep, unconditional, heart-wrenching love for her.

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[layla99999999]

this would be the kind of couple that was divorced twice and fights all the time but in the end they are soulmates and they cannot stay separate from each other, people think that they hate each other but its their way of showing love, also they like bdsm and they watch zombie movies together, also they both dress as if they were going to opera or sth every day which absolutely does NOT fit their behaviour

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

[akatsukiyonaakagamishirayuki]

Her gaze could kill

[rainhorizons]

hak x suwon being my favourite bromance of all time (an analysis):

okay, where do i even start with this? one of the most important thing to point out with how i felt from their relationship is that hak probably loved suwon more than yona did- just not romantically. while yona saw suwon as a crush, hak saw him as someone to look up to and someone who was always there by his side no matter what. this was also the same for suwon, where he never saw yona as a potential romantic interest, while he saw hak as a friend and as a goal.

this is also why i think that hak was more hurt from suwon’s betrayal than yona. it’s evident through many instances that yona had already moved from the past while hak hasn’t, an example being when yona immediately sold her hairpin while hak remained shocked and full of hesitation. not to mention suwon being the only person who’s made hak cry from anger and betrayal.

yet whenever hak was cornered somewhere, even at war, at a moment where death could’ve been only a few seconds away, he couldn’t help but to think about suwon. suwon, who taught him countless battle strategies. suwon, who he looked up to. suwon, his best friend.

the best part is, even suwon found himself unable to concentrate at the battle with kai empire because hak was nowhere to be found. he was so worried about his well-being to the point where he would unconsciously look at maps in order to find where hak could potentially be. him denying the fact that he wants to save hak also makes this ironic because no matter how hard he told himself “no”, it never, ever, worked.

as well, when lili was in danger during the sei arc, the first person they knew to look at was each other. even though suwon may have betrayed hak, he trusts him above all else and amidst all the chaos, they saved lili. together. also hak, being the super-duper-strong-thunder-beast-dark-dragon that he is, rarely shows what he’s truly feeling with the happy hungry bunch because he feels that it is his duty to protect everyone even if it costs him his own life. which is why a part of me believes that suwon is the only person he would ever show his vulnerability to, just like how he finally collapsed after delivering the senjusou to suwon.

and the pure and innocent relationship they had as children is just so heartwarming to see. while hak had his wind tribe family, suwon probably never had any real friends, and hak just happened to be his first and only.

oh, and, also this panel:

akatsuki no yona is not only a story about adventures and romance, but is also full of heartwarming characters and relationships, and hak x suwon is just one of them ;)

[gugug4g4]

oh God lily is drop dead gorgeous. I can't get enough of it. @thoughtfulstudentsalad come check out your girl

An lili💮❣️

There is too much deficiency of fan art for this fandom's characters other than the main cast. So I take it upon myself to fulfill this desire.

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[aishiteru-kenshin]

Fanfic: Dawn and Dusk, by VannahFanfics

Fandom: Akatsuki no Yona / Yona of The Dawn

Pairing: Su-Won x Yona

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