#akatsuki no yona fic

[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.

[sokkawordbender]

Akatsuki no Yona Soowon

OK, so someone inspired me to start writing and even though that someone isn't talking to me rn and I hope well for them, I still want to share this work because why not.

I have always been a shipper of Soolili.

Soowon x lili is free from all the superficial aspects of relationships that I normally see in a shoujo story. And I simply wanted to write because this idea has been in my head but I couldn't draw it. However, it has been described well from an artists perspective. This is what I imagine when I'm drawing. The details are floodingggg innnnnnn.

ANYWAYS.......So here is MY VERY FIRST FIC EVER TO ANY FANDOM.🙈

Here is a sneak peak of the fic. Hope u enjoy. I will soon post it here and on AO3. So, read along and cheer along and lemme know your thoughts.

[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♡

[sarnai4]

New Families

I read the latest Yona chapter and began thinking about Mundok. I have so many questions surrounding this man and the Wind Tribe in general. According to the wiki page, he had two sons and a wife who died. Their names were Sor-On, Tan-Seh, and Kikuri. I've never heard them mentioned in the show or seen their names in the manga, but it adds to a headcanon of mine.

What if after Mundok's family died, he went into this really dark, deep depression? He stopped fighting with the same spunk and vigor he used to have. This is when he gets that scar over his right eye, but he still doesn't even care because it's not like he can use his eyes to see his loved ones anymore. Then...just as Mundok is almost ready to give up on everything and just let himself be killed so that a new general of the tribe can be selected, he finds an orphaned toddler? Despite being so small, this boy has a fierce look in his eyes that tells Mundok of his strength. He hadn't seen a look like that since his family died. It does something to him.

Suddenly, Mundok has someone to fight for again. He has someone else who has gone through the pain of losing family and even though the child is so young, the man can tell that he feels it. The general takes out the enemies who killed the child's parents. As he does, it's like he's avenging both of their families. When he's done, he comes to a realization. He knows the boy has no one, so he brings him back and raises him as his own. Hak's now the grandson that Mundok never was able to have since his sons died too soon. The title that he was never able to pass down can now be given to someone just as worthy as the rightful heir would have been.

Hak can fill the hole in the man's broken heart. He can make Mundok happy enough to share this with another orphan. It seems like Hak can do it all. The only thing he cannot do is die, which is why Mundok cultivated Hak's natural skills so much. He could not lose anyone else. He needed to create someone who could not be killed. He needed a Lightning Beast.

[sabraeal]

to all the ghosts, Chapter 4

[Read on AO3]

Written for @kirayaykimura, who gets to receive all of my post-manga chapter soowon/lili ramblings. I am MANY DAYS late on this birthday fic, but thankfully I managed to squeeze it out before the crush of obiyukiweek!

As king, Soowon had been the conqueror. His armies served as Kouka’s sword and shield both, bringing kingdoms and despots to their knees, and yet—

Yet in the end it had been him prostrate on cold stone, his weakened body aching, nauseated from the effort of existing under the oppressive weight of the consort’s killing intent. He had been too proud to tremble, too stubborn to retch, but with every passing second his skin prickled with anticipation, certain that he could feel the sting of the guandao’s keen edge on the bared flesh of his neck. That even as he crouched there, ragged breaths painting the pavilion, the blade slipped between the segments of his spine, severing the tangled thread that kept him tied to this failing body.

It felt like mercy.

There was no room for warmongers in the world Yona meant to build, least of all broken men. Or so it had seemed, until the blade failed to fall. Until Soowon stood, facing the stiflingly silent crowd, and began to understand just what shape his punishment was meant to take.

Still, it comes as cold comfort that this is not the most desperate reunion he has attended on his knees.

Ice snakes down Soowon’s spine; an insidious chill, settling deep in his bones and seeping into every pale corner of his too-human flesh. His breath could mist in the air if enough of it could escape to make a difference.  The queen might stand eye to eye with most men of Kouka, but she falls short of Hak’s looming inches, the strong set of her even armored shoulders lacking the imposing breadth of his. They aren’t armored now— at least, not that Soowon can see, swallowed up beneath the generous swath of her cloak— but she doesn’t need bronze or bone to protect her when her bearing is as implacable as any army he has ever met on the field.

Her reputation may be as bloody as his, her ruthless pragmatism memorialized in just as many poems, but there is no sword in her hand, no arrow’s point grazing the vulnerable column of his throat. The men in her shadow may be considered armed even without steel, but like him, the queen’s hands are harmless bare. Clean.

The same cannot be said for their conscience. He sees it in the tremble at the corner of her mouth, in the way her fingers stiffen instead of clench. She will not kill him, not today, but— only just.

“Your Majesty,” he manages, so even, more stall than statecraft. Manufactured space to think, to decide just how he would navigate this meeting on his knees and still maintain a modicum of Kouka’s authority. “To what do we—?”

“Princess Kouren!” Every trained hand races to touch its blade, but not a one of them manages to lap Lili. “Oh wait, no— Your Majesty! You’re a queen now, aren’t you? Or is that only after all this coronation stuff is over?”

The room is strung tight, blades quivering like struck strings in their sheathes, ready to fly at the barest strum— and all because of a slip of a girl, a mere streak of black and blue painting herself across the three steps it takes to throw her arms around Xing’s queen. It would be amusing, if the situation weren’t so deadly serious.

“Are you all right?” A ridiculous question when she’s the one with a half dozen blades pointed at her back— but Lili’s never once bothered to notice the danger she’s in, and Soowon can hardly expect her to start now. “You’ve been doing well, haven’t you? It’s been forever since we’ve seen you, and you never write…”

Those too-clean hands splay in the air, hovering mere inches from Lili’s shoulders; eyes that had seemed so cool mere breaths ago now sat wide and uncertain. Soowon may have first come to Xing as its conqueror, but still, he has never seen its queen so thoroughly routed. She might have anticipated steel and subtlety or iron and treachery, but Xing’s queen had not accounted for the unerring accuracy of Lili’s regard, as ruinous as any loosed arrow.

Were he a more feeling man, Soowon might pity her. Instead, he is only bemused by the Water Tribe’s wayward daughter and her penchant for taking ruthless royals beneath her wing. How fortunate that the war had not lingered on long enough for her to get it in her head to ride out towards Kai. There were few indignities Soowon had not learned to shoulder since he’d been cast down from this throne, but suffering through a simpering Chagol would have taxed even his tolerance.

“Lady Lili.” Fingers tremble as they press against Lili’s back, cutting perilous crests into the blue wave of her robe. Cautious, at first, then clenched, and with no more than a ragged sigh, Xing’s queen does not so much clasp as collapse around Kouka’s most stymieing noblewoman. “Forgive me. There has been so much to say— too much for mere letters. But I have been remiss in not making the attempt.”

“You have,” Lili agrees with her usual petulance, stepping back with a pout far more playful than any she’s ever swung in his direction. “I’ve had a lot going on too, you know! Yona made me her advisor, for one. And now my father’s talking about me taking over the headship, even though I’m definitely not general material.”

Xing’s queen slants her gaze over the thin slip of Lili’s shoulders, lingering significantly upon every gripped hilt. For a moment, Soowon is nearly certain that her mouth curls, but if it does, it is so subtle as to disappear between one blink and the next, more apparition than amusement. “I do recall a letter in which you imparted a similar sentiment.”

“Because it’s true.” Lili does not quite disentangle herself from the queen’s grip, but she does lean back, fixing the unerring arrow of her attention onto the masked man at the royal heels. “You’ve brought Vold with you? Is Tao here too, or—?”

“Princess Tao is in residence at the palace for Her Majesty’s coronation,” the man— this…Vold explains, cloth tugging across his mouth in a way that nearly implies a smile. “She will be glad to know you are in fine health, Lady Lili.”

“But shouldn’t you be with her?” A single glance at the guard to the queen’s other side is enough to convey she doesn’t recognize— or think much of— him. Just like every other man under thirty. “You’re one of her stars, aren’t you? If anyone’s going to follow Kouren around, I would have thought it’d be Yotaka.”

“I did not intend to make this an official, public visit.” The queen’s hands flutter back beneath the dark swath of her cloak, mouth tilting wryly. “And though there is no question of his loyalty, Yotaka is hardly the most…discreet of all my stars.”

To put it mildly. The war may seem like a lifetime ago, a calamity that happened in a different age, to a different man, but a wild storm of gray slumped between his soldiers stays vivid in his mind, a man wounded enough to still be bleeding through the bandages hidden beneath his robe— but still, his chin never dipped, never even trembled as he raised it to meet the gaze of the man certain to be his death. I always thought the son of a demon would have a more grotesque face.

“I had meant to only take Baram to meet you, but when my sister caught wind of my plans...” Another twitch at the corner of her lips, a ripple in the still lake that is Xing’s queen.

“I’m afraid Princess Tao was quite insistent I come along.” The masked man bows his head, humor hidden in every angle. “Part of her eagerness to renew your acquaintance, Lady Lili.”

“I’m excited to see her too! It’s been forever. But, wait” —Lili whips around with absolutely none of the accusation she would have leveled were he the recipient rather than Xing’s queen— “how did you know we were in Kyuu? We weren’t scheduled to arrive until tomorrow.”

“I received reports about a commotion in the market between a known swindler and some foreign woman.” One royal brow lifts, an invitation to fill in the rest of the details herself. “When I sent my men to investigate the issue, I was told that a young woman matching your description had left in the company a tall, soft-spoken man fair of both face and hair. Though we hadn’t known which of the Empress’s advisors would be sent with Lord Soowon, it seemed likely that you had both come ahead of your procession…”

“I…” Soowon would hesitate to call anything about Xing’s queen warm, but there is something like it in her eyes when Lili gapes, mouth opening and closing like the koi Joon-gi kept in his gardens. “But…”

“It seems, Lady Lili,” he says, deceptively bright. “Your confidence in our disguises was quite unfounded.”

If glares could kill, the one Lili whips at him would render his flesh to little more than a royal pile of ash. However it cannot, and he survives, offering her his most mild smile.

There is little that delights him, but Lili’s huff comes close, arms clamping shut over her chest with all the finality of the gates of paradise. “I wasn’t with him. He just showed up!”

The queen’s eyebrow lifts. “As you say.”

Her stare skips over Lili’s shoulder like a stone over still water, but it’s his stomach that sinks when it settles on him. It’s different than the last time they came face to face—  him the benevolent conqueror and her a supplicant brought to her knees by little more than circumstance. Loathing and contempt had radiated from her as she knelt in her borrowed robe, both bust and bandages exposed as it hung from the bare bones of her shoulders. But now her eyes meet his, and they are not curious or caustic or conspiring but assessing. Less a sovereign surveying a threat, and more a monger at market, weighting the profit of a purchase against its loss.

It’s a relief when she finally turns it on Judoh instead.

“Forgive me my poor manners. I came here as a guest.” Xing’s queen draws to her full height, and even unhorsed, unarmored, she is every inch the fearful form that had cut across the plains of Kai. “Vold.”

The masked man straightens, eyes drawn to his queen like ore to a lodestone. “Your Majesty.”

“Talk to the proprietor. Have him bring a pot of his best blend. And whatever he considers the best of the inn’s offerings.” One large hand unfurls, benevolent smile never quite reaching her eyes. “There is much to discuss.”

*

Lili’s barely got her chopsticks around a slice of pork belly when Soowon just slides right out and asks, “To what do we owe the honor of Your Majesty’s attention?”

If she could have reached— which she can’t, not unless there’s some way to pass right through General Judoh and his impenetrable abs without another lecture— she would have put an elbow right into his side. Let the spur of it sink right into his squishy little tofu belly. Maybe then he’d finally learn a set of manners that didn’t end with him smiling over a steel edge.

Thankfully, Kouren is a reasonable person. Instead of telling him to mind his own business— like Lili would, if he tried to take that arch little tone with her— she simply smiles, folding her hands neatly over her lap. “I’m afraid that after her time in Xing, I found myself quite inspired by Yona’s example. When I heard that Lady Lili— and yourself, of course, Lord Soowon— were in Kyuu, I imagined that I might be able to surprise you in town so long as I could pass myself off as one of the townsfolk.”

“How charming.” Soowon’s eyes do that stupid squinch at the corners, the one meant to make him look harmless when all Lili gets is constipated. “My cousin will be honored to hear that you remember her so fondly.”

Kouren’s not silly enough for all this squinting and posturing— she’s a real queen, the kind that cleaves through injustice, that dons armor and commands the respect of her generals, that speaks and is listened to despite being born a daughter instead of a son. So when she answers Soowon, it’s head-on, straightforward and unerring as a spear. “That is her gift, I think. Being remembered fondly.”

Her father may have wanted her to be a wife rather than a general, but even Lili can’t miss the unspoken, unlike you. And Soowon certainly doesn’t, the silk of his spider’s smile stiffening where it’s spun across his face.

“Congratulations are in order, it seems, even if they are much overdue.” There is no twist when Kouren’s attention turns upon her— not even the slightest hint of torsion— but simply an incline of her chin. A nod almost, eliding into a hint of a smile. “I will have to compliment Her Majesty in the wisdom she has shown in the selection of her advisors the next time we speak.”

Lili squirms on her knees, hoping Kouren can’t make out the pleased flush spreading over her cheeks. “It’s really not that big a deal. I think I’m just the only Water Tribe member she knew besides my father.”

It’s the sort of humility that would get Kouka ladies fanning themselves, long sleeves fluttering as they rushed to titter and fawn. They’d be all-too eager to assure her that the empress would surely need a woman’s voice to keep her council comfortable, that somehow Yona might quail beneath the weight of a man’s opinion without another female to shore her up.

Kouren only frowns. “It is no easy matter to weed out tradition by the root, not even with the love and support of your people. To disband the council of generals and replace every voice on it…Her Majesty would not have chosen any one of them lightly. Least of all yours, Lady Lili.”

“Well sure, right, I know that. I was only…” Her teeth snap tight over, being polite. All those months in the palace might have gotten her brushed up on her bowing and blushing and composing poetry-perfect scraps of practiced humility, but no one in this audience will be impressed by it, least of all the woman who would have bled out to save her kingdom.

But it’s too late to protest now, too late to insist she does know her worth— how can she not when there’s a fool like Kan Tae-Jun seated beside her, barely knowing his left from his right let alone the price of rice? Oh, sure, he might have her beat when it comes to logistics, especially when it comes to supplying the remote villages in their most far-flung territories, but common sense—

“It was a necessary change,” Soowon says smoothly, that stupid squint still looming over his smile. “Keeping a council of generals would hardly lend much credence to my cousin’s new era of peace, after all.”

Kouren’s expression shutters with a speed meant to catch fingers on the sill. “You hardly need to tell me. For too long Kouka’s kings have allowed their warhawks to pick the carcass of this peninsula, playing at conquest when all they care for is plunder. Yona has done well to rid her ears of their whispering. If only the rulers before her had been as wise, they would have done it long ago.”

The barb’s so pointed Lili’s surprised it doesn’t actually draw blood. And yet Soowon doesn’t even flinch; no, he just sits there, that too-wide smile of his softening until his eyes lose their squint. Something real haunts the corners of it when he says, “I couldn’t agree more.”

Lili’s never been much for spirits— oh, she might let herself get a chill from a good story, or have her own imagination run wild when she’s strode halfway down a too-dark hall, but that’s for fun, not because she actually believes in that sort of stuff. But as Soowon settles back on his heels, less diplomat and more decoration, she could swear she sees through the edges of him, like a spirit caught in sunlight. That she’s watching him fade the longer she sits here, keeping her mouth shut.

He’d been Yona’s enemy once— and Kouren’s and Tao’s and maybe hers too, if she sat down and thought about it real hard, like she tries not to— but he’s also never expected her to perform for him, to play sweet Lady Lili and pour out tea and flattery while he does her the honor of tolerating her attention. And, well, that might be a weird way to make a friend, but that’s what he is whether she likes it or not, and a friend wouldn’t just let him shit all over himself without saying something.

She just wishes she could come up with something better than, “Ayura will be sad she missed you.”

Both queen and conqueror look up as one, blinking in tandem. It would be eerie, if she wasn’t so busy trying to sound normal, to notice. “I left her back at the castle with Yona. I mean, since we were already taking Judoh, it seemed a little...”

Redundant, that’s what Judoh called it, while Yona’s mouth pursed tight. But Hak had nodded, agreeing with whatever math generals did to decide these sorts of things, and she’d done the same. But it felt strange to say it now, like maybe she thought of her guards as completely interchangeable, not people but pawns she could swap out when it pleased her, no emotion whatsoever.

“Much,” she settles on, lamely.

“A pity,” Kouren says, and to Lili’s surprise, she’s sincere. “I had hoped to give my gratitude to all of you, when we next met. But I promise you, you will be safe here, even without both your retainers.”

Lili blinks. “O-oh, I didn’t mean to say that I…I mean, that you…” Ugh, Yona picked her to come here because she was supposed to be able to word better than her limp sheet of a cousin, and here she is, unable to string a sentence together that won’t cause a diplomatic incident. “Thank you, Your Majesty. It’s an honor for you to take such interest in us.”

She can’t bow over her hands like she should— at least, not without an awkward shimmy or knocking over her whole dinner— so she settles for a sedate bend at her shoulders, palms pressed tight to her thighs. It’s a pretty good compromise, in her opinion, but when she looks back up Soowon’s got his eyebrows all lifted— practically a guffaw when it comes to him— and Kouren’s got one corner of her mouth hitched up, like she’s considering a smile.

“It is the least I can do.” Kouren glances toward where Soowon sits pushing rice around in his bowl, trying to make it look touched, if not eaten. “Xing must have left you with a sour impression during your last visit. I do hope that you will for once get to see it as it is meant to be seen.”

Soowon shakes his head. “I could say the same for Kouka. If Xing had not helped with our efforts to rebuild, my cousin’s reign would not have started with such a stable foundation.”

Kouren waves a hand. “Think nothing of it. It was Xing’s great honor to help Her Majesty in her time of need. I would not have a country if Yona had not reached out her hand to me during mine.”

“You are too kind.” Lili nearly rolls her eyes at how practiced the words are, a reflex rather than any actual feeling on Soowon’s part. “Though I am sure that my cousin and her consort would be happy to receive you again, so you may see Kouka at its best.”

“I would like that. Very much.” Her mouth tilts, wry. “Perhaps we shall see after this coronation.”

“Yes.” Soowon’s fingers tighten on his chopsticks, smile stretched up to a squint. “I suppose we shall.”

[lujart]

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[theyonapodcast]

Hi!! I love your podcast!! I want to ask you, what are your favorite akayona fics??

Hi! Thank you!! And thank you for giving me an excuse to talk about my favorite topic.

HakYona

for happiness by thecivilunrest

Hak closes his eyes, and allows himself to pretend that this is more than duty.

At Their Hands by the-tzimisce (firstmaterial)

She turns to him, glances down to where he’s kneeling by the side of the manicured path into the grove, and when her eyes hit him that’s when Hak knows this is a dream, because only in a dream would the princess look at him with such focus - with such care.

Your Touch by LightBloom (honestly tied with An Exercise in Self-Improvement by LightBloom)

Yona had the perfect two-step plan. Get back into school and move in with Soo-Won. It's the start of the year and one of the steps falls through. So naturally, what's a girl to do except move into a house with her friend and 4 other boys, all while avoiding Hak's questions?

Denial and avoidance are healthy behaviors, right?

bad idea by makapedia

Explaining porn to a sheltered princess was decidedly not in Hak's job description. And yet here he is.

There Ain't No Tellin' Who You Might Meet by ViciousVentriloquist

In the summer of '79 Yona, a college girl with red hair, a privileged upbringing, and fresh trauma, gets a job at a local gas station.

Others

to all the ghosts still standing in this room by Sabraeal (Soo-Won/Lili)

It's just like Yona to frame this as a request, a favor: attend Princess Kouren's formal coronation as an esteemed member of the royal family, as one of her most trusted advisors. But Soowon was not Kouka's king for so long by not knowing how to read between the lines; he's a political liability, and it would behoove him to make sure that when Xing's new queen chooses her consort, he is the one standing beside her. It's better than he deserves; were it anyone but Yona, he would already be buried in the most convenient ditch they found on their way back from Kai. But still...Did she really need to send Lili to make it happen?

When the Red Summer Poppies Bloom by Letterblade (Kouren/Yona)

Princess Kouren, now that Yona's been able to get to know her, turns out to be an excellent teacher of swordplay. And some...more interesting things.

Renegades by SariahHime (Jae-Ha/Kija with side Hak/Yona/Soo-Won)

Two rough and tumble field agents, one very disgruntled yet well-polished detective, an elusive assassin, a chipper intelligence agent, and a shy sharpshooter are thrown into a world none knew before. In order to save their friend and their country they must face a hellish reality full of deception and lies.

You are also welcome to peruse my AO3 bookmarks to see if any summaries call to you.

[ravs6709]

the "time passes so fast it's easy to forget" line knocked me onto the floor man....

CATCH ME WEEPING ON THE COUCH...

[immortalbutterflycos]

It's always so weird how easily I can get back into watching anime after months and months of not watching it. Like, this time it was to the point that I thought that I was just sort of done with it now? But of course I saw someone talking about A Sign of Affection and I'd be damned if I didn't immediately run to watch that!!!

Anyway, so now I'm on a shoujo kick again. 🥰

Just in case anyone is curious, here is my current list of what I've watched these past couple days. <3

A Sign of Affection (Yubasaki to Renren) you have to look it up by the Japanese name if you want to watch the subbed ver.

Horimiya

Horimiya: Piece

Ao Haru Ride

I've rewatched Horimiya and Ao Haru Ride so many times y'all.

I think next I'll probably rewatch Kimi ni Todoke again. I know it's also going to inevitably lead to me rewatching Skip Beat! for the thousandth time which will lead to me rereading the Skip Beat Manga again and catch up on the updates (I own every available volume and I'm proud of it)

And then it'll lead to my rereading of Horimiya, Ao Haru Ride, and Kimi ni Todoke.

Maybe I'll even reread Akatsuki no Yona too and catch up on that!

But I think that If I'll be rewatching Akatsuki no Yona, I'll also end up rewatching Akagami no Shirayuki-hime.

I've got ADHD and I have gone through this exact pipeline countless times over the years.

Sometimes it manages to come back around to BNHA or Haikyuu and honestly, that would be really good for me to get back into either of those because my fanfics deserve to be updated. (My poor boys... Poor Yamaguchi just got out of the hospital and he hasn't even gotten to kiss Tsukishima yet... I'll come back to you one day I promise!!! ToT)

[addawithbalmiki]

out in the garden

Summary:

He should have just let this matter go. Yona likes denial more than Shin-Ah likes food.

(Read it on AO3)

[smilingangel582]

Won't you smile, beautiful boy genuis?

Hey, yall, I'm doing another yona of the dawn tk fic. Yoon is one of my favourite boys in this series. This beautiful boy genuis is a cute downright tsunderer. Adorable right! Soooo read it and enjoy!!!

Warning: Watch the series first if you don't want to be spoiled

"HOW CAN I TAKE CARE OF YOU WHEN YOU ARE TOO CARELESS OF YOURSELF?!"

The distant yelling came from Yoon, who was yelling at the oracle Ik-soo, who gave a nervous chuckle as Yoon bandaged his head tightly. He was bleeding from the temple, and Yona guessed that he had tripped as always.

Hak and Jae-ha were behind at as well after training. Yoon was still yelling without any breaks, his cheeks puffed red, and his eyes blazing with rage.

"Now now, don't start yelling out of the blue..." Jae-Ha said with a hint of amusment, lowering his weapons by the front door. Yoon glared at him suddenly, threatening. "Better watch your mouth or I won't ever stitch your wounds"

He winced, making Hak laugh his eerie laugh, "Perve got served..."

"Shut up, Hak!"

Yoon finished tying the bandage on Ik-Soo who clapped happily like a child "Thank you dear Yoon... you're the best."

"Yeah, whatever... I just don't want you dying on my door..."

Yona turned to Hak now "where are Kija, Zeno and Shin-Ah?"

"Probably hunting..." Hak shrugged. Yoon hearing this huffed "You all think making wounds is a joke since I'm around patching you up!"

Yona gave a shy smile now. "Aw Yoon, don't be mad, you're our saviour... we rely on you because you're amazing!"

Jae-Ha nodded. "Yeah, pipsqueak, better not frown otherwise your pretty face will be filled with ugly wrinkles"

Yoon gasped now, touching his face. "I have a beautiful face, don't you dare insult me!"

Zeno came in first in a singing tone and pouncing on Yun with a grin. "Heeey, Yoon-chan!!! I'm hungry. What's for lunch?"

Yoon's eyebrow twitched "Well I'm your maid now?"

Kija laughed it off, his hand rising to ruffle Yoon's hair. "Sorry, Yoon, didn't mean to trouble you. Are you in a bad mood?"

Yoon frowned "No why? I'm just-"

Zeno became more clingy, almost making Yoon stumble back because of his small, delicate build. He was feeling tensed now, "Turn that frown... upside... down!"

When Zeno said 'down,' he dug into Yoon's ribs, making the young boy sputter in confusion. "W-what h-hey don't touch -gehet off!"

Zeno brightened now, pinning the boy down "Ahhh Yoon got a little weakness, yes? Wheeeere are you gooooing?" Zeno taunted him playing grabbing him firmly and tickled his ribs harder, making Yoon recoil to the side giggling instantly."Hohohld ohohon! Dohohohont tihihickle mehehe! Stahahap thahahaht!"

"I woooont!" Sang Zeno, who looked at others to make them join with him.

Shin-Ah tapped Yona in the shoulder and whispered "Yoon... laughing...cute"

She giggled delightedly "isn't he? How cute"

"Hm, he sure is," Kija did with a flushing smile.

Jae-Ha exchanged smirks with Hak, who also got down cracking his knuckles. "Defying your seniors is pretty rude... shall we punish this little boy genius?"

Jae-ha nodded. "we shall, Hak..."

"Ihihihi rehehehfuse thihihis humihihiliation!" Yoon hugged his midriff and curled forward. Ik-soo chuckled into his hand. "You haven't changed... I remember how you giggled so sweetly like a little bird"

"CUHUHUT IHIHIT OUT IK-SOOHOHO. NOHOT HEHELPING!" His laugh increased when Hak wiggled a finger around his neck, which seemed sensitive enough."Oh my, is your neck sensitive?"

With that, Yoon raised his hands to cover his blushing face, shaking his head with more streams of laughter. He was like no longer their travelling partner, but a cute little brother laughing like a child.

"Ohoho don't hide!" Kija giggled joining in now."Won't you smile, beautiful boy genius?"

"GUHUHUYS NOHOHO!" He began whining with his loud laughter, but his arms lowered more when Hak concentrated on the armpits and the upper ribs.

"He's got a weak spot at his foot, the arcs, I guess. It's so precious!" Ik-soo said with a bright wide smile.

"Trahahahaitor idihihiot ihihik-sohohoo!" Yoon shook his head."Ahahah gahahad nohohot thehehere! YOHOHONA! PLEHEHEHEASE!"

Hak widened his eyes, looking down where Yona attacked his feet. "Princess got him to beg... I'm impressed -yoon is pretty difficult to crack"

"It would seem, now he's imploring... that's rich." There is a similar surprise from Kija who still attacked his waist.

Yona giggled as well, allowing Shin-ah and Zeno to hold his legs and tickle the knees a rather different spot, which even Yoon was unaware of.

Yoon didn't seem to hate it that much, but still, he pretended to hate it by insulting and half kicking Hak harshly enough to make him grunt but not wound him. He was happy for some reason.

"AHAHAHA IHIHIHI GIHIHIVE -AHAHA STOHOHOP -MEHEHEHRCY!"

"Do you swear not to be upset again?"

Hak said, slowing his attack while only Kija, Jae-ha, and Zeno remained as Yona left Yoon alone.

"I... uhuhu..." Yoon looked to the side, panting a little. He didn't answer for a longtime and it made Hak wiggled his fingers with a menacing grin "Yoon... your promise? Don't leave me hanginggg~"

Yoon flinched with a giggle crossing his arms across to stop Hak further on, "Ihihi swear -I swear! Ihihi sweeehehehear!"

Hak was back yo gentle and ticklish pokes, which made Yoon jump adorably. "Plehehease!"

Everyone stopped and then Yoon laid sprawled with a gasp. Hak smiled fondly "We got you Yoon, don't worry... we won't hurt ourselves..."

Yoon's blue eyes sparkled with a hint of happiness and relief, but also blushing from the sentiment. "I don't care if you lose a limb. Don't die on me,"

"Oh, so are you back to being cocky with me, kid?" Hak poked his tummy, making him giggle and shrink to the ground. With a few pokes from them and there, Yoon got up, still flustered. "I... well ... I'm worried about all of you so..." he shyly looked down and then back at Yona, whose pretty smile lightened his heart, giving butterflies. His cheeks heated up instantly.

"Yooon~ you're staring..." this was Jae-ha who said a finger up his back starting the genius.

Yoon yelped, trying to punch the green dragon, "Ah! Stop that! Alright, get out now and let me make dinner! Otherwise, you're all going to starve!"

"we're all in your debt, mother," everyone bowed teasingly, making Yoon blush more.

"Shut up!"

[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.

[angrypaperearthquake-tbbb-main]

Hi again! It's me with the second request! So sorry for bothering 🙏🏻

Little context: I had a dream once about protecting Zeno cause I didn't want him to die... Only to realize he couldn't die..

and so, I wanted a prompt drabble for that! Soooooooo Zeno x Fem!reader romance with prompt: Shielding the other one with their body (I honestly forgot the number again TT so sorry for that)

Thank you again for making this for me! You're so incredibly talented and I can't wait for the results!

Love u!,

Suzy

Hello again darling 🥰

Thank you so much for participating in the 200 Followers Drabble Prompt Challenge event!

I hope you like this one as well! These are so angsty. Please enjoy!

Title: I Won't Do It Again Fandom: Yona of the Dawn/Akatsuki no Yona Characters: Zeno x Fem!Reader Prompt: #29 - Shielding the other one with their body Word Count: 100

“What do you think you’re doing?!” Zeno shouted in anger. “I…,” You pause, in shock of what you did, “I just… I wanted to protect you.” “Do I look like I need protection?” Zeno asks in frustration as he shoves his sliced arm in front of your face. The wound quickly disappeared as the ligaments, muscle, and skin reattached. “I’m sorry,” You say while holding the bleeding wound on your stomach. Zeno takes a deep breath, composes himself and pulls you into his arms, “Don’t ever do that again, please.” “I won’t,” You promise as you cry into his arms.

Again, thanks for participating!!! 💚

All completed drabbles will be posted on my A03 account.

[kirayaykimura]

This was partially written because I think Lili is wild enough to believe practice kissing is a good idea and partially because @sabraeal and I have spoken at length about a jealous Soo-Won and I thought, “Yeah, those two things will pair nicely.”

Soo-Won was engrossed in whatever he was reading at the moment and Lili was bored. So bored. The most bored she’d ever been in her life. Actually, she took that back. Nothing would ever be worse than the hours spent learning how to be a proper lady. At least with this boredom, she could lay flat on the ground in Soo-Won’s office, place the book she’d been reading over her face, and announce, “I’m so bored!” 

If she’d done that around her teacher, Eun-Bi, she would have been poked with a walking stick and forced to practice calligraphy until her fingers cramped and she could barely see straight. Soo-Won, however, simply hummed disinterestedly. 

“Entertain me,” she demanded.

“And how would you like me to go about doing that?” he asked. 

He obviously expected her to give up on her request. It was raining heavily, a rarity in the Sky Tribe that had forced them indoors hours earlier and had yet to let up, meaning a walk around the castle grounds was out of the question. The problem wasn’t either of them getting wet; it was more that everyone would fuss about them getting dirty or, worse, sick, and Lili didn’t feel like dealing with all that. If she asked Soo-Won to tell her a story, he’d just read whatever dry text he currently had open aloud. She knew this because it had happened multiple times. She knew the strangest tidbits about foreign economic relations. 

Lili groaned, directionlessly dissatisfied with her life and hoping her vague vocal displeasure would lead to Soo-Won having a good idea. Soo-Won ignored her. 

It was tragic, really, her life. Someone should write her story. It would certainly be more interesting and much sadder than the story she was currently reading, in which a woman falls in love with a man but they can’t be together because he lives on a remote island and she is too poor to afford the ferry to visit him. The fifth time the woman said, “Would that we could be together for every sunrise!” Lili got annoyed and gave up on the novel. Thus, her current state of using it as a mask instead of reading the words on the page. Just be together or don’t. She didn’t understand why she had to suffer terrible prose for a problem that could easily be solved via theft. 

“Have you ever tried kissing?” Lili asked. 

She’d stopped reading just as the two main characters were about to kiss - though they would almost certainly be torn apart at the last second just like all the other almost moments so far - and all she felt was over it. But there must be something she was missing, right? It was in every book Tetora recommended, and even some she’d found on her own. There had to be something to it if it was all anyone could talk about. And if he wasn’t going to offer up any entertainment himself, she was going to choose this as their topic of conversation. 

There was a pause before Soo-Won said, voice light with just a hint of nervous laughter, “Pardon?”

Lili sat up, letting the book fall from her face to land gracelessly on her lap. “Kissing. Have you ever done it?” 

“I, uh-” Soo-Won said, “no?” 

His smile did not look comfortable. The tilt of his eyebrows was all wrong. Plus, there was the fact that he was smiling at all. The most she’d ever seen from him was a small quirk of the lips that she had interpreted as fond, and that hadn’t even been directed at another person. It had been to a cat who let him rub her belly for ten whole seconds before wriggling up off her back and out into the gardens again. Over the months spent with him, she’d learned that he only ever smiled when he was either faking hospitality or trying to politely redirect someone’s energies. This, of course, just made her want to pursue the topic even harder. 

“Have you ever wanted to?” Lili asked. 

“Oh, maybe,” he said. “When the time is right. At the moment, I have other things-“

“You can stop lying,” Lili said, cutting him off. She didn’t know if it was amusing or insulting that he thought she couldn’t tell he was lying through his teeth. “I don’t think I really want to, either, but other people seem really interested in it. I wondered why.” 

“Oh,” Soo-Won said. He instantly relaxed, shoulders falling away from where they’d crept upwards and mouth smoothing out to something more thoughtful. It was quite the transformation. 

“Wait,” she said before he could comment on her curiosity, “why do you look so relaxed now?” 

“What’s that?” he asked evasively. 

“You were really freaked out just now. What was that about?” 

“Nothing at all!” He gave another fake laugh that Lili refused to dignify. She simply crossed her arms in front of her chest and waited for him to fess up.

Sensing it was a lost cause, he gave an inaudible sigh, then said, “I thought you were going to ask me to do it.” 

“Do what?” 

She watched, delighted, as a blush spread across his soft, delicate cheeks. She had no idea why her question had inspired such a reaction, but it was always a good day when she could mortify the man to this point. 

“Kiss you,” he forced out. 

What? It took her a moment to piece together the broken fragments of his side of the conversation, but when they clicked, she asked, “You thought I was asking you to kiss me?” and then fell over with the force of her laughter. 

“Okay,” he said softly. 

“That’s hilarious,” she said, still very much laughing. “Why would I ever-“

Hold on. Pause. She sat up, abruptly serious, and said, “That’s not a bad idea.” 

“Oh no,” was all Soo-Won said. 

“You should kiss me.”

“I really shouldn’t.” 

“We’ll finally get to see what all the fuss is about,” she said, ignoring him. “At the very least, we’ll get some practice enduring it, I guess, for people we actually like.” 

“No,” he said. 

She groaned, but his refusal wasn’t surprising. He really, obviously didn’t want to kiss her if the earlier part of their conversation was anything to go by. That was fine, though. She didn’t really want to kiss him either. She just needed someone.

She stood, tossed her abandoned book on a nearby table, and said, “Fine. I’ll go see what Ju-Do’s doing.” 

“Ju-Do?” Soo-Won asked. 

“Sure.” Lili shrugged. “He’s single.” Plus, they might yell at each other for a little bit and it was always fun to rile up Soo-Won’s staff. 

“You’re going to ask Ju-Do to kiss you,” Soo-Won said. 

“Yep,” Lili said. Then, “See ya.” 

She made it about four steps before a hand caught her elbow. Soo-Won turned her back towards him and cupped her jaw with his free hand. She just barely registered that palm wasn’t as soft as she’d expected before he kissed her. 

Oh. 

Huh. 

So this was what it was like. 

It wasn’t unpleasant, she supposed. It wasn’t much of anything at the moment. Just a boy pressing his face close to hers. Though it wasn’t what she had planned, and though that plan had been formed less than five minutes ago, she’d be damned if she was going to let this opportunity pass her by without trying to get some sort of reaction. She moved her lips against his as he moved his hand from her elbow to her lower back, pulling her in closer and tilting her head just so and oh. 

This was what it was like?

Well, hot damn. It seemed everyone was on to something after all. 

Eventually, after an untold number of exploratory kisses, Soo-Won pulled back far enough for their lips to disconnect. Lili blinked her eyes open to a world in which she knew what kissing felt like and knew Soo-Won was kind of good at it. It was unfair that he’d picked it up quickly enough to give her goosebumps, and she would have been more upset if she had been thinking about anything other than how to get his mouth back on hers immediately right now. 

“Don’t go to Ju-Do,” Soo-Won said. 

She stared up at him, then asked, “Who?” two seconds before she registered what he was talking about. 

His lips quirked upward in a small, rare, real smile. It was probably a good thing that he didn’t really smile at anyone because that thing was dangerous. Her heart gave a painful thump in her chest knowing that smile was meant for her, not some random cat that had wandered into his path. If it made him smile at her like that, she’d never remember Ju-Do again. It wouldn’t be much of a loss, anyway. He wasn’t old enough to interest her. 

He stroked his thumb across her cheek, grounding her in the moment, and said, “Don’t ask Ju-Do to kiss you.” 

“I’ll do whatever I want,” she said. It was a token protest at best, and they both knew it. “But you did a very thorough job of it, so I don’t need to ask anyone else for now.” She punctuated her statement with a friendly punch to his arm that she had never attempted before and never would again. 

He glanced down at where she’d struck him, amused, before finally letting her go. The loss of his warmth as he stepped back made her goosebumps return for less pleasurable reasons. It was embarrassing how needy she was being at the moment. Over a boy who was obviously unaffected by all this. Over Soo-Won. Unacceptable. She dusted off her pride, raised her chin, and said, “Good work today.” 

“You as well,” he said, clearly trying not to laugh at her. 

They were saved from any more awkwardness by two short knocks on the door and Kye-Sook letting himself into the room. He spared her a brief, disdainful glance before focusing on the person he’d actually come for. 

“Your majesty, you are needed in the library,” Kye-Sook said. 

“Right now?” Soo-Won asked. 

“Yes, sir. Immediately.” 

“Would you excuse me?” he asked Lili. 

She waved a hand. “Go.”

“Lady Lili, you cannot-” Kye-Sook started. 

“I’m not going to stay here,” she said.

It was an argument they’d had many times before. She wasn’t allowed to stay in Soo-Won’s office without him because he was afraid she would snoop, which was funny because, one, she already knew the big secrets and, two, Soo-Won routinely let her poke around when he was in the room. Nothing had ever been made off-limits. He obviously hadn’t realized that because he was still enforcing the rule that she left when he did. Just like he hadn’t realized what she’d been doing with his precious king moments ago. His eyes narrowed slightly at her smug grin, confused by the departure from her normally annoyed reaction.  

“Have fun at your meeting or whatever,” Lili told Soo-Won. Then, because Kye-Sook was watching, because she still wanted to, she stepped back into his space, rose up on her toes, and pulled his face down to meet hers for a brief goodbye kiss. 

She left two stunned men in her wake, which was, frankly, her favorite way to exit a room. If she never got to kiss Soo-Won again, at least she went out on top. 

[moonstruck-writing]

Title: Words Character: Shin-Ah | Akatsuki no Yona/Yona of the Dawn Rating: G C/Ws: hurt/comfort, Shin-Ah-centric Summary: What are the words Shin-Ah carries in his heart? Word count: 302 A/N: Since today is Shin-Ah’s birthday, I thought I’d write a little something. This is my gift for @sakurafairymage as part of my One year anniversary event. I hope you like it, darling <3

Shin-Ah had lived without many words in his vocabulary. His first word had been darkness, even if love and kindness had always been in his heart. At some point, he came close to grasping the meaning of family. But then darkness and fear and violence and death took over.

That’s why he liked the quiet and the bell that always broke the silence. He had mistaken being used to being alone for being comfortable.

All it took was a moment and an unknown hand reaching for his. All those years with the only company of Ao, and the murmur. Always the rumours and fear and hate held by the villagers. Then the company of the bell, the darkness, and Ao. He didn’t know anything else. He didn’t want to do something bad again. He didn’t want to hurt people.

Then the light came, and a hand that didn’t let go.

He felt it before she touched him, before she welcomed him as part of her family, before she named him Shin-Ah.

He had always had somewhere he belonged. In the darkness, he had never been alone, had never been the only one. His dragon brothers, who were now reunited with him, proved his very existence outside of that darkness. And Yona gave his life a new meaning. One that wasn’t shrouded in darkness but in light. She accepted him and gave him the words seen, understood, and trust. And the words in his vocabulary kept increasing the more he experienced the world with them.

Hak, and Yoon, all had their role. And he had his. And for once, he really felt he could love his duty, his place in the world.

And he finally held the word he had always longed for safely in his heart: friends. And it tasted like joy.

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I hope you enjoyed this, interactions and constructive feedback are appreciated <3

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[sabraeal]

to all the ghosts still standing in this room, Chapter 3

[Read on AO3]

For all that His Former Majesty pretends to eschew the trappings of power or whatever, he sure doesn’t have any compunctions about bossing her around. Lili’s barely stretched a finger toward that purse of his, but he herds her right over to a low wall, insisting she sit before he lets her get a word in edgewise. Barely lets her get a glimpse of all that fluffy ricey goodness too before he sets out a bit of cloth between them, like this was one of those little tea parties Father would strong-arm her into, as if turning ‘good neighbors into good allies’ could make those girls more interesting.

“Street food’s meant to be eaten standing up.” It’s not that she’s pouting over this whole business. It’s just that spoiled little kings sometimes need a reminder of how things work. Like how people don’t go to market just to sit around and kick rocks. “Since you’re, you know, supposed to be walking.”

Soowon’s not a man of many expressions —not ones he aims at her, at least— but to call the one he settles on her skeptical would be generous. Accusatory, more like, as if something about this stupid sit-down snack situation was her fault. “It puts me more at ease to keep you where you can be seen.”

Her face scrunches up, a persimmon left too long in his sun. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

This is where he’s supposed to say, ‘Nothing.’ Where his stupid pale spider hands should wave between them, as if that might help him climb out of this hole. Where he squints into his fakest smile, playing the role of harmless prince down to the dregs.

But instead, he says, “Because when you are left to your own devices, you always find trouble.”

“That’s not true!” At least, it doesn’t feel like it should be. Not until he cocks his head, just how he had on that street in Senshi, both of them soaked to the bone. Both of them alone, no Ayura, no Tetora, no Judoh. And her on her knees, grateful and fearful both, saved by—

Her teeth grit hard enough to ache. “Trouble finds me, thank you very much.”

His shoulder lifts, more consolation than concession. “As you say.”

She could strangle him. Put her hands right around that elegant neck of his and just squeeze. She’d be half tempted to try right now— witnesses and all— except…

Except he finally pulls out that pouch, dumping all the cakes onto the cloth between them. One bounces off an uneven bit of wall, doomed to tumble to the dirt until Lili snatches it midair. “You stand could be a little more delicate about it!”

One brow hikes beneath the sweep of his hair. “Didn’t you just tell me you’d rather be walking?”

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean I want them to roll around in the dirt.” She blows across the cake’s spongy surface, hoping to banish whatever invisible bits of grit had settled there. “It’s about the experience. Lady Lili can sit down and call for fancy little cakes whenever she wants” —not that she made a habit of it, recently— “but walk around some foreign market? Not without a half dozen guards to protect me from peasant elbows, and another one to hold the purse strings.”

With careful precision, she sets the cake back on the cloth. And with equal delicacy —and ignoring Soowon’s slack jaw— she picks up another, twirling it between her fingers. Lili can’t fathom why he bothers to look so shocked; it’s not like she dropped it. It’s not her duty to eat it.

“These are pretty fancy.” There’s little dried jujube flowers steamed into the surface, with rock tripe slivers as stems and leaves of halved seeds. “I think I’ve seen them at parties before.”

“During the summer, typically,” he agrees, lifting a cake between his fingers. It’s pink, not white like hers, with a different spray of flowers across the top. “There’s something about the rice wine that makes them keep better in the heat.”

Lili’s never heard anyone speak with such authority about rice cakes, let alone a man with so little business in the kitchens. Hell, she wasn’t even convinced he liked food, considering the way he picked at most of his meals, pulling crackled skin from perfectly crisped chicken and plucking the melty fat off his pork. He didn’t so much eat rice as push it around in his bowl, making it look like he’d had more than a mouthful.

Does His Majesty have a sweet tooth? she’d love to tease, or maybe, I didn’t figure you for a dessert guy, but instead she blurts out, “I can't believe they sell these right out on the street like this. It must cost a fortune.”

His head snaps up, both his brows jumped up to his hairline, and— and, sure, Lady Lili’s never been in the practice of thinking about cost, or even wondering how her meals made it to her table, but Water Tribe Advisor Lili has to. “The rice wine,” she stumbles out, “it’s only made when the pear trees blossom. So—”

“It’s the same stuff farmers drink.” There’s a lilt to his voice, a hitch at the corner of his mouth. Oh, of course, it’s amusing that An Joon-gi’s precious daughter is so sheltered. He couldn’t scrounge up a thimbleful of good humor the past week she’s been trapped with him in that stuffy little box, but she mistakes cloudy wine for luxury and it’s a laugh riot. Insufferable. “The real expense is in the time it takes to make them.”

Lili glances down, long enough to find not two colors of cakes but three, the yellow so subtle it only stands out next to the white. Three colors, three doughs. And every single one is painstakingly decorated, not just with jujube flowers, but with fireworks made of slivered nuts, or small waves made of dried seaweed; half-snack, half-art. “You’d think they’d serve them more often in the palace. Those people just love to make fussy food.”

“Xing is more temperate than Kouka.” He lifts a shoulder, as if tutoring generals’ daughters were an everyday occurrence. “There are some things that grow more easily here, and for longer. A summer delicacy for us might be their standard fare— after all, few of our usual treats would keep well in the heat.”

“Oh.” That sort of thing never crossed her mind— climate and locations and the logistics of what might grow between them. A general’s daughter hardly needed to know where her tea snacks came from, only whether it would please her or the guests that had been foisted upon her. But the Empress’s Water Tribe Advisor— that’s the way she should think. Supply line should dance behind her eyelids when she closes her eyes, the local price ready to drop from her lips at a moment’s notice, but instead she just squints down at the jujube flower and wonders, “Do you think Kouka made them first, or did we adopt them from Xing?”

Soowon hums, considering. “Hard to say. I don’t suppose any of its ingredients are particular to either place. It’s not out of the realm of possibility that we came up with the idea independently— forestalling food spoilage is a constant concern, after all— but with a shared border…”

A border that ran right at the end of the Wind Tribe’s territory. Fuuga was known for their mountainous highlands, their capital hidden between a copse of intimidating peaks, its people dressing in their distinctive layers to keep the winds and cold at bay. But it was their lowlands that abutted Xing, the fertile shores of its river forming what her Father had always called Kouka’s breadbasket. But as they had rattled along the trade road, escorted by an improbable amount of Hak’s cousins for a man who claimed to be orphaned, Lili could not pick out where Kouka ended and Xing began, the farmlands all running together, crops and houses indistinguishable from one another, no matter which side of the border they had traveled on.

“Maybe…” She tests the word on her tongue, weighing it the way old women did melons in the market, trying to divine whether the flesh inside was ripe or gone to seed. “…There’s never been much difference between us.”

Soowon blinks down at her. “Perhaps.”

Heat simmers right beneath the skin of her cheeks, threatening to let the world know the way pride flushes through her, and she can’t stand it, not with him sitting there, just staring, like she’s never said a smart thing in her life—

She shoves the cake in her mouth. Not a delicate bite, the way Lady Lili should, but the whole thing, her cheeks ballooning out to balance the crumb between them.

“Oh,” she mutters around it, disappointed. “Ours taste better, though.”

Soowon smothers a grimace between his own bites. “The flavor is quite…delicate.”

“I think you mean ‘not there.’” She reaches for another one anyway, nibbling at an edge. “You like these?”

“The texture is…pleasing.” At her withering glance, he admits, “I had hoped the flavor would be more pronounced, yes. But they are…inoffensive.”

That’s one way to put it. Bland would be another. “You shouldn’t have distracted me, I was going to get us those pastry fish, the ones with red beans in them. Now that would have been a snack.”

“I distracted you?” His mouth tugs toward a frown. “I believe you were the one who tried to get into a physical altercation in the middle of the market.”

“Me? It was that guy who kept trying to pick a fight. I was just—!”

His palm stifles her protest; a single hand that pressed against her mouth, trapping it between words. Not that she has any; surprise scatters her wits, shattering her thoughts like a teapot knocked from a shelf.

“You’re being too loud,” he informs her, as if she’s the one that’s the problem here. “It’s drawing attention.”

Oh, she could just— just lick him. No— bite him. Let him see just who can keep their head then.

He removes his hand before she can even try. Just lets it drop right back into his lap, like he had never moved in the first place, that annoyingly neutral smile pulling his mouth too thin.

“You’re not going to be able to do that to your wife, you know,” she warns him, shoving another cake in her mouth. Eugh, pink doesn’t have much of a flavor either. “She’d take your hand off if you even try.”

His brows rise. “Ah, so my cousin did send you to make me Xing’s consort.”

“I-I didn’t say it had to be Kouren.” Though Yona had insinuated it would be preferable, right before Hak snorted, sure, dodging a headman's axe seems like a great hobby for him to pick up, gods know he needs one. “Just…that’s what any woman worth her salt would do.”

Soowon’s mouth twitches, nearly a smirk. “If it could be ‘any woman,’ I doubt I would have been sent with a babysitter to make it happen.”

“I’m not your babysitter,” she snorts, hopping onto her feet. “Judoh is your babysitter. I’m your wingman, because you have all the appeal of a block of tofu.”

His wide eyes track her as she stands, jaw falling just slack enough for his lips to part. “I…” His mouth closes, curving into something sly. “I suppose you would be the expert of such things.”

“I am,” she huffs. “I have amazing taste. You look better just being seen with me.”

“How lucky,” he drawls, not looking at her, but just over her—

“Lady Lili.”

A broad hand clamps around her shoulder, rooting her to the street. A trembling glance up catches on a scarred cheek, rucked up in a scowl. “We’ve found you.” Judoh’s brow furrows, taking in Soowon’s perch on the wall. “Both of you, it seems.”

“Oh my.” Soowon squints into a smile, only deepening his bodyguard’s glower. “It looks like our playdate is over.”

*

It comes as no surprise that Judoh declines to dress them down right in the middle of the marketplace. Perhaps if they were in any less public a place, or any less important personages than the empress’s own advisors-- certainly, if Soowon were a child still, the man would hardly hesitate to let loose bellows that would shake the market stalls down to their struts. But as it was, he was too much the professional to cause a scene... at least where there might be witnesses.

Which means that all his ire is saved for the moment he has them firmly ensconced at the inn. With his dark hood pushed back to his shoulders, it’s simple to see the familiar vein throbbing at his temple, to take in the almost nostalgic twitch of his jaw as the doors slide shut behind Lili’s attendant.

Three years as Kouka’s king might have inured him to most attempts at intimidation, but when the Sky Tribe general glares, it’s reflex that drops him to his knees.

“What,” he bites out, “exactly were the two of you thinking?”

Only it’s not his cousin who trembles next to him now-- nor Hak, using his hair to hide his grin— but An Lili. Joon-gi’s half-wild daughter, who may know how to bow, but refuses to be broken. Who hasn’t been on the other side of one of Judoh’s lectures enough to know to keep her mouth shut.

“What happened?” she mutters, words muffling beneath her sleeves. “I thought you were going to distract him?”

It’s not until her attendant sighs, “I tried,” that Soowon realizes the question wasn’t for him. “He just wasn’t very…distractible.”

Ah, well, that gives quite a different context for the flush to the man’s face, and to why his gaze is both hunter and hunted.

“A member of the royal family and the water tribe advisor running around a foreign market without a single guard.” If a man could breathe steam, Judoh would, pacing across the breadth of their room. “I expected better from the both of you. What if something happened to one of you? Both of you! In one of our vassal states! And I’d have to tell the empress and her…”

Consort. Even now the general can’t bring himself to say it. Bad enough when Hak merely usurped his place as Yona’s bodyguard, but now that the upstart has become an authority he has to answer to— well, a less prideful man might have seen that was his uncle’s plan to begin with.

“We were incognito,” Lili informs him, unaware of how she is only prolonging their punishment. “No one noticed us.”

“Don’t,” he mutters, too late. Judoh’s flush deepens to a painful red, scars standing out in stark relief.

“That,” the general growls, “is half the problem, Lili-sama. Your title is as much protection as your honor guard. A scoundrel might think twice about picking the pockets of the Empress’s Advisor, but some silly young girl in the market…well, she could be easily led astray! Brought to some back alley where…where…”

Judoh has faced dragons on the battlefield, seen sights that would turn most men mad, but one glance down in An Lili’s guileless eyes, and he falters.

“It is useless to convince the general that anonymity conveys safety, Lady Lili.” Soowon lifts his head, ignoring the betrayed glare she spears him with. “Where we might instead focus our arguments is on the fact that we were almost certainly being followed from the moment we stepped into the city.”

“What?” Now it’s Judoh who suffers the honed point of her ire. “You had people watching us the whole time?”

“My lady, that is beside the point,” he snaps, desperately grappling to keep the ground beneath him. “Just because I had men in position this time, does not mean there will not be a time where the two of you slip out when no preparations have been made—”

“You two?” Lili shrills, hands hooking at her waist. “I did not sneak out with— with him! I did it all by myself, and he copied me—”

“Is this really what you want to fight over?” Soowon sighs, fingers pinching at the bridge of his nose.  At least Yona had the sense to let them all get in equal trouble. “Who thought to break the rules first?”

She swings around to him, well on her way to a pout. “He needs to know we don’t come as a unit.”

“I don’t think anyone is confused on that point.”

“You don’t—”

It’s a miracle that he hears it— the quiet shush of wood sliding along its track, just over his shoulder. The pommel of his dagger finds his hand before he finishes his turn, one foot braced against the floor and poised to pull, but it’s Judoh who moves faster, little more than a blur of black linen and a flash of steel as he flies across the floor.

The man at the door is cloaked and masked, no more than a strip of skin and dark eyes uncovered, but they widen as Judoh meets him with blade bared. The general is by no means his quickest sword, but even Soowon would have been hard pressed to answer that attack, so it can only be preternatural reflex that allows this man to manage it, stumbling back a step.

One that would not have saved him, had Judoh been allowed to press his advantage. But another figure reaches through the gap, gripping Judoh’s wrist hard enough to send his sword clattering to the tatami. It’s with a speed that Soowon feels rather that sees that the general is driven to his knees, arm wrenched behind his back as the intruder forces him prone, one knee braced on the floor and the other on his back. Lili’s attendant is already on her feet, a wicked knife glistening as she flings herself with purpose toward the other man at the door—

“Baram, please.” The figure that steps into the room is dressed dark like the others, tall enough to be a man— but it is a woman’s voice that comes from beneath its hood. A mature one; confident even in this room full of naked steel. Familiar, barely. “That is hardly the sort of treatment we should show our honored guests.”

His stomach drops before her hood, but it does not reach bottom until Judoh gasps, “Your Majesty.”

Kouren, Queen of Xing, First of Her Name, strides across the room until she stands before him, taking in the sight of him on his knees. The way his father must have, when her beloved guardsman knelt before him on the battlefield.

“Lord Soowon.” The smile she shines down on him is warm, welcoming, the kind one royal might give another. A pity none of it reaches her eyes. “We do not need ceremony between us, do we?”