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notchesandbullets · 3 years

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The Princess and Her Dragons

Chapter 14: Hot and Jealous Shin-ah

Pairing: Shin-ah x Reader

Warnings: explicit smut, jealous sex, exhibitionism (slight), fingering, biting, size kink, cursing.

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As Shin-ah gets more acquainted in the palace, his new home, he adjusts to almost everything except how you get called away on every occasion that your father needs you to take care of guests. But when someone had the audacity to lay a hand on you, all he sees is red.

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Storming off into the luscious gardens, you barely even noticed the relaxing breeze that normally set you at ease, too caught up in your own frustration to notice the vibrant colors of the flowers and the soft blades of grass underneath your feet.

Groaning loudly in exasperation, you rounded a corner to the pagoda, throwing your hands up and screaming in the empty grounds as the yell ricocheted off of the stone walls of Hiryuu Castle.

You were so done with men.

At least, the ones who weren’t yours.

Huffing, you pouted to yourself and plopped down on the bench, needing to cool off before you went back.

These airhead nobles hadn’t stopped talking to you, preventing you from going back to your room and you were rapidly growing sick of playing nice. Why did your father insist on you entertaining them?

A clatter followed by a crash caught all of your attention and your head snapped up to see none other than the blue dragon.

“Shin-ah?” You called out curiously, a hint of relief painting your tone as you brushed off your skirts and stood up bashfully. “I was just—”

Your voice caught in your throat as he closed the distance between you two in five quick strides, his hand automatically cradling your face.

“Are you… okay?” He asked quietly, worry seeping in his tone as his eyes flitted over you and you blushed.

It had happened twenty minutes ago.

He had been on his way back from the library, wanting to show her the new book he found when Kija introduced him to something called ‘reading’. He found it fascinating but he was struggling with the long and complicated words and hoped that you had some time to read to him.

At least, that’s what he was hoping when he found you but the sight that greeted him was an unwelcome one to him and it made his blood boil.

You were with other men, in your fanciest dress with your hair done up all nice so much so that he would’ve been distracted by your beautiful shoulders and luscious curves of your body if it had not been for those people touching you.

Shin-ah gawked at you from where one of them had their hands on your waist at his audacity. While he knew that none of his dragon brothers or Hak were allowed to brazenly tell off the suitors in public, as instructed by the king, he didn’t know what to do with these conflicted feelings.

And while he knew that the gesture was mostly innocent, just meant to steer you in a direction that was less crowded, it lingered on your lower back for a beat longer than was considered appropriate.

He was willing to let it go until the guy grew braver and whispered something in your ear, making his hands clench at his sides as he held himself back from storming over there and disrupting the tranquil afternoon atmosphere.

On one hand, he knew that you could handle yourself. Seriously, he had seen you flip one guy over your shoulder when he got too handsy, even though you were in your nicest gown with heavy skirts.

Hak snorted so loud when he saw you toss that man twice your size onto the floor like it was nothing.

But although Shin-ah cracked a smile as Jae-ha chuckled off to the side, seeing you handle yourself at the party was one thing; but seeing you here with no protection other than a few guards, he didn’t know how to feel or if he was allowed to go over there and remove their hands from you.

Before he could decide what to do, you deliberately shoved them off yourself, yelling at them to tell them off and then you sprinted away, leaving the guests you were supposed to entertain in the dust.

Shin-ah had quickly alerted the guards of the situation, in as least amount of words as possible since he really didn’t want to talk to them, before he followed you.

At first, he wasn’t sure if you wanted to be alone or not.

But he just wanted to make sure you were okay.

Shuffling his feet, Shin-ah hid in the shadows of the castle, just in case you didn’t want company. But his eyes went wide from behind his mask when you shouted in frustration and at that point, the dragon bond told him of your distress.

And now that he knew, he could feel that you needed him, he didn’t hesitate to take you into his arms.

You sighed blissfully, as his arms wrapped around you and snuggling into his chest, you buried your face into the crook of his neck.

“Don’t worry, Shin-ah, I’m okay.” You reassured softly, nuzzling into him further when you heard how hard his heart was beating.

He hugged you tighter, his exhales making your hair stir with every relieved breath and you squeaked in surprise when he pulled you down into his lap as he abruptly sat down on the stone bench.

Your arms looped around his neck for balance and you yelped when he stuck his face close to yours.

“Y/N…” Shin-ah breathed shakily, resting his forehead against yours.

You smiled softly. “... ‘m okay.”

Now straddling his lap, you laughed slightly when he softly kissed your cheek. His eyes fluttered shut as you held him close and he was unsure at this point whether he was comforting you or you were comforting him.

Carding your fingers through his hair, you slowly displaced his mask when he didn’t make any move to push you away.

Beautiful golden eyes stared back at you with the deepest level of love and your heart instantly softened. A rosy blush was painted on his cheeks, the red marks on his cheeks nearly blending in with the shade of his flush and you giggled as you poked it.

The first time he had shown you his eyes, you had been overwhelmed by the sheer vulnerability shining in them and you had taken his cheeks, smushed them together and declared that no matter what, you would always be there beside him.

Shin-ah had sniffled, nodded and cried when you took him into your embrace and your heart shook at how much he had been through.

Which is why you were currently shocked that he was rumpling your dress in an effort to get your skirts up.

“Shin-ah!!” You chastised, torn between mortification and arousal as he pawed feebly at your hips. “What are you—”

“... Need you, please.” He begged quietly, his mouth working over the expanse of exposed skin as he slipped off the top of your dress. “Please.”

Fire burned in his loins and he needed you. Bad.

Your mouth dried at the sight of the normally so reserved blue dragon pleading for you to take care of him. His hands roamed all over your body, caressing anywhere he could reach but there was a fervor behind it that was unknown to you.

“Yeah?” You coaxed breathlessly, urging him to undress as he bunched your long skirts around your hip, lifting them up to peek at your panties underneath.

Shin-ah’s jaw went slack as he caught a glimpse of the light blue satin with a pretty lace design in front. That tent in his pants grew uncomfortably tight as his cock swelled and licking his lips, he slowly slid them to the side to expose your dripping core to his hungry eyes.

“Shin-ah!!” You exclaimed in shock but threw your head back and he sank two fingers in your weeping pussy to prep you.

Strands of hair from your fancy updo were coming undone as he continued to stroke your velvety walls, peppering butterfly kisses over your collar bone.

You mewled, arching your back into his chest, head falling down onto his shoulder as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of your dripping cunt. Breathing heavily, you tried to form words to let him know it was okay for him to go faster but you couldn’t muster it and your mouth fell open when he brushed against that spot inside you.

A shrill shriek was barely muffled in time when you clapped a hand over your mouth, squeezing your eyes shut at the onslaught of immense pleasure.

The bond that you shared with them only served to increase it, much to your desire and dismay.

From here, you knew no one would see you, as these gardens were hardly strolled by anyone else other than you; but that didn’t stop from the blood in your veins from throbbing as you realized the danger of a guard walking by to check in on you, only to see you getting fingered by the shy blue dragon.

He wasn’t so shy right now. He was downright jealous.

All his feelings from earlier made his vision blur and clouded his rationality. All he could think about was how they had no right to lay a single finger on you and he was gone. His mouth pulled back in a snarl as he fumbled to undo his robe.

He was unable to feel or hear anything else other than the blood pumping through his ears and the heavy length in his hand as he pulled it out.

Once his cock was out of his confines, your eyes widened at the sight of it resting in between your bodies and your mouth watered.

Look, you knew he wasn’t small by any means, he had put it in you before; but for some reason, it looked bigger than last time.

“S-Shin-ah?!” You squeaked, intimidated by the raw mass of it.

Your head tilted back and you moaned as he rubbed the girth over your puffy outer lips, coating it in your essence to make it easier for you to take.

No matter how many times you guys did this, he always took care of you. Hurting you was the last thing he wanted to do.

Shin-ah groaned your name softly in your ear as he hiked up your legs higher around his waist to give him better access and he shivered as your entrance made contact with his cock.

“Please.” He pleaded quietly, his voice trembling as he kept rutting against your bare pussy without inserting his shaft. “I need you.”

You whimpered, clinging to his neck and nodded desperately against his shoulder, giving your clear consent. “Yes, fuck, holy shit— please!!”

Given the go-ahead, Shin-ah fought to keep a lid on his restraint as he sank you down on his length, jerking as your hot walls gripped around him tightly.

“Ah, ngh, ah!!” Shin-ah huffed into your shoulder, fighting to hold himself back as he sank you all the way down, biting hard on your clavicle as he buried himself into you. “Mmph, Y-Y/N… ah!!”

The unexpected teeth that latched onto the curve of your neck had you pushing your chest into his as he guided you down his thick cock.

Arousal continued to trickle out of you as you heard the usually shy baby be so vocal until he was all the way inside of you and you whined, writhing against him in an effort to entice him to fuck you properly as you started to bounce up and down.

“Shi… Shin-ah,” You moaned, gyrating your hips, encouraged when a particularly loud moan ripped from his throat. “I’m ready, p-please, oh fuck, do something!!”

His cock swelled inside of you and you swore that he was going to burst before you even started.

To your surprise, he kept a firm hold on the back of your thighs and your jaw dropped as he fucked up into you.

You barely cried out before his hand slapped over your mouth, his thrusts growing sloppier as he lost his momentum and rutted into you with reckless abandonment, jostling you in his lap under the force.

Your skirts covered the activities you guys were doing but if anyone were to walk in, they’d know immediately by the suspicious movements as you bounced in his lap.

But he wasn’t going to stop.

Fueled by the white-hot jealousy that spiked through his veins the instant he saw those men put their filthy hands on you, Shin-ah snarled, fucking you harder.

You were his.

His to love. His to cherish. His to touch like this.

Hands roaming over your body under your clothes that you wore especially for this day, Shin-ah couldn’t get but get a sweet satisfaction out of seeing you writhing on top of him like this when you were supposed to be taking care of the palace guests and entertaining them like the good girl you were.

“Hnghh, Y/N,” He gasped out when you clamped down on him. “I’m close.”

You damn near screamed as he thrusted up into you with a strength that shouldn’t have been possible at this angle and you would’ve fallen off if it wasn’t for his strong arm winding around your waist in order to pin you to his body.

“Y/N,” Shin-ah panted, voice hot and heavy in your ear and your thighs trembled. “You’re mine, right? You belong to us.”

Mewling, you nodded, eyes slipping shut as he pounded up into you with such vigor that he nearly unseated you several times in the process. His hips snapped into your ass, each slap barely audible under the heavy skirts and you had a fleeting thought of how it was even possible for him to fuck you like you weighed nothing but the euphoria that coursed through your veins overpowered all comprehensive thoughts, turning them into mush.

“Yes, yes, yes,” You mewled, half-conscious at the speed his girth was stretching you out. You felt so full, completely stuffed with his cock. “... ‘m all yours.”

His breathing grew ragged and his thrusts became sloppier, pumping you on his length once, twice more before he was struggling to hold it back until he felt you were about to cum.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head. “Shin-ah—”

His golden eyes were nearly black, filled with pure desire for you and you whined, raking your nails across his back as he rocked you mercilessly back and forth on his cock. Locking your lips together, he moaned when your tongue slipped into his cavern.

Overwhelmed by how hard he kissed you and how hot he was pulsating inside of your channel, you panted against his mouth when he broke the kiss. “I-I love you so much, fuck—”

Shin-ah’s eyes screwed shut at those words and burying himself deep inside of you, he came hard. His release triggered yours and you bit down on his shoulder to stifle the scream that tore from your lungs.

You trembled uncontrollably on top of him, thighs squeezing his hips as the high crashed over you.

Shin-ah whimpered as your hot walls convulsed around him, milking rope after thick rope of cum from his cock, shooting it deep inside of you. His fingers dug into your hips and he kissed you sloppily, disoriented from how sensitive he was balls-deep inside of you.

He didn’t pull out of you right away, opting to stay buried in your sweet cunt until your skin grew clammy and the sweat dried on your face.

“Shin-ah,” You whined childishly as you came back down from the spontaneous orgasm he had just given you in your favorite garden. “Wha… What was that about?”

Winding his arms around you, he nuzzled into your chest, suddenly feeling shy.

“What?” You giggled as he mumbled something from between your breasts, carding your fingers through his hair to soothe him. “You wanna repeat that for me?”

Heat crept up his neck but he blinked up at you owlishly, love reflected in the depths of his eyes that had returned back to their beautiful and striking golden color.

“I love you, too.” Shin-ah echoed softly.

A wide smile broke out on your face and you bit your lip.

“Yeah?” You laughed as he carefully rearranged your dress back over your shoulders and draped the skirts over your legs.

Your lips ghosted over the shell of his ear, curling in a smirk against the soft cartilage cheekily.

“It’s a good thing I’m all yours then.”

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sei-ryuu · 2 years

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Ch. 216 {𝔸𝕜𝕒𝕥𝕤𝕦𝕜𝕚 𝕟𝕠 𝕐𝕠𝕟𝕒}

I think its obvious by now the way all three of them- soo won hak and yona are suffering because of their feelings for eachother. The fact that yona could maintain a strong image infront of yoon and the dragons but broke down infront of soo won upon his kind gesture that he also portrayed in the past while they were together really broke my heart. No matter how much time passes by, soo won still cares for yona and yona can’t forget the memories shared by the three of them in their childhood. The way yona breaks down infront of soo won and asks him where hak is desperately and the look of misery in soo won’s eyes seeing such a miserable yona really hit. All of them care so much for the other and it’s evident how soo won and yona are both equally devastated by hak’s absence. I’m not really sure who yona meant by “someday together” or what her sentence implied but I get this feeling yona wants this painful twisted reality to end and be reunited with soo won and hak again where they’re all smiling together, carefree and happy just like old times. I know deep down soo won and hak wish the same and it’s just getting so painful to look at their faces because they can’t even conceal their true emotions anymore. The way hak protected the senjuso bc it was supposedly gonna cure soo won, I’m just so touched by how much he still cares and how he’s equally cared for in return. I’m just desperately waiting for a heart touching ending where these three souls reunite and smile again alongside eachother. All of their pain is getting too hard for me to bear and it’s so clearly evident how much they all love eachother and yearn for each other’s company. Reality, really can be so cruel sometimes, where you can only wish it ends soon like a nightmare.

But does it really end?

#best manga for evoking emotions #akayona #akatsuki no yona #yona of the dawn #yona of the red dawn #akayona manga #akayona spoilers #akayona spoiler #princess yona #son hak #hak #soohak #soo won #yona hime

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taizi · 3 years

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What about some hurt/comfort for Natsume & Natori? (Not slash tho)

Natori doesn't seem like he has anyone in his life to take care of him except his shikigami :(

"You need to sleep," Hiiragi says. Her tone is unchanging, an unhurried monotone, but somehow it manages to carry a thread of concern.

Shuuichi waves her off, sifting through papers. "In a minute. I just have to finish this."

A group of exorcists in over their heads sent these reports earlier today. Yesterday, now, Shuuichi amends inwardly with a bleary glance at the clock in the kitchen, which reads an inappropriately cheerful 6:07 AM. And they'll arrive to collect them, along with Shuuichi's notes, in just a few hours.

"They are presumptuous," Hiiragi says, "to assume you had this time to spare them, and on such short notice. You're busy."

"Not with anything that matters," Shuuichi laughs. It comes out not sounding like a laugh at all. Hiiragi tips her head incrementally to the side, no doubt staring at him behind her mask.

"Your work does matter."

"This work does," Shuuichi says, laying a hand on the papers scattered across the desk. "The other stuff-- "

"The 'stuff' that pays your bills," Hiiragi says. "The 'stuff' that keeps you fed, and gives you reason to leave your house and interact with people who won't make you think about ghosts."

It's Shuuichi's turn to stare. "I didn't realize you were such a firm believer in my acting career."

"I don't understand it," she says frankly. "But you enjoy it. It may not be.... 'vanquishing evil,'" she goes on, quoting the report the exorcists sent as if it's something slimy she's peeling off her shoe, "but that doesn't mean it doesn't matter."

It might be the lack of sleep talking, but Shuuichi feels strangely touched. He has to swallow before he can reply, something that happens rarely, if at all.

"I'll make sure to sign an autograph for you," he teases, grinning. "But only after I've finished this."

"Hm," Hiiragi says. She doesn't call him an idiot, at least. A few minutes after that she leaves from the living room window, ostensibly to patrol the neighborhood.

Shuuichi will just finish his notes, and then set an alarm for-- he checks the clock again, and winces-- and hour and a half. He'll get that much sleep, at least. He's worked with less.

At some point, the front door opens. That's odd. Only a few people have a key to his apartment, and none of them who do live anywhere near here. His shiki certainly don't use the door.

A familiar voice says, "Hi, Natori-san."

Shuuichi lifts his head, so fast his vision swims. There's Natsume, standing in the doorway between the kitchen and the sitting room, hands full with a cardboard drink tray and a brown paper bag bearing the distinctive golden arches. He looks decidedly windblown, as if he flew the whole way here. He probably did.

His brow is wrinkled, mouth tucked into a frown. It's the way Shuuichi imagines Hiiragi's face looks behind her mask at least ninety-percent of the time.

"What on earth are you doing here?" Shuuichi says, pushing himself upright. He has to lean on the desk to get there. Natsume clocks it with a flick of his eyes but doesn't comment. "Don't you have school today?" Shuuichi goes on, desperately trying to remember what day it is. Friday, right?

"No school," Natsume says, putting the drinks and the bag on the counter. "Teacher's institute."

"Are you in trouble?" Shuuichi asks carefully.

"I have to be in trouble to come visit you?"

Natsume wanders into the sitting room and sets his messenger bag and his ugly cat down on the sofa. He actually points a stern finger at the cat in clear warning that it needs to behave itself, as if it isn't actually a giant monster capable of leveling buildings should it so choose. Something about that manages to be hilarious, where it isn't slightly horrifying.

Shuuichi smiles a bit. This weird kid means the world to him.

"Did you bring me breakfast?" he asks lightly. "I hope that's coffee."

Natsume is so receptive to any manner of kindness, even after the life he's lived, that he smiles back like a knee-jerk reaction. It still feels like an accomplishment when he does.

"Tea," he corrects. "And some egg sandwiches. The sausage ones are for sensei. Can you eat with me, or-- if you're too busy-- "

"I can take a break," Shuuichi says, and slings his arm around Natsume's shoulders, steering him back into the kitchen. "Let's talk about what dragged you all the way out here in the early hours of the morning, shall we? Does your mother know where you are?"

"Of course she does," Natsume insists. "She even sent some leftovers with me. I put them in the fridge already."

Shuuichi is in a vulnerable state, and that just about undoes him. He clears his throat and takes a big, scalding gulp of tea instead of saying or doing anything embarrassing. "Tell her I said thank you," he manages.

"Or you could just call her," Natsume points out dryly.

"Or I could just call her," Shuuichi agrees.

In his defense, Shuuichi truly didn’t stand a chance. The combination of heavy food and a hot drink… the pale fingers of dawn creeping through the shades at the kitchen window… the steady back-and-forth of comfortable, friendly conversation… no one asking anything of him, expecting anything from him, except his company…

He dozes off in his chair at the counter, face buried in his folded arms. He feels someone draw a blanket around his shoulders, their cold fingers lingering protectively near his nape, and Hiiragi’s voice says, “Thank you. He’s very stupid.”

“No he isn’t,” Natsume replies loyally. “Well, not all the time.”

It’s ridiculous how well Shuuichi sleeps after that.

He wakes up a solid ten hours later, the blanket slipping to the floor. The TV is on in the next room. Hiiragi is perched on the counter beside him. Her mask somehow manages to appear both smug and judgemental without actually changing at all.

“Sleep well?” she asks with no inflection.

“What-- time is it?” Shuuichi asks blearily, looking around for the clock.

“A little after four,” Hiiragi says. “Those exorcists have come and gone.”

“What?”

“They didn’t come inside. Natsume dealt with them at the door.”

“Sorry, Natori-san,” Natsume pipes up in the doorway. He shuffles a bit, self-conscious until Hiiragi seems to catch his eye. Then he lifts his chin a little and says, “You seemed tired, so I handled it. Hiiragi and Sasago both said it was okay.”

Betrayal, Shuuichi thinks, glaring hard at Hiiragi. She gazes serenely back, entirely unmoved. He’s firing her.

“Natsume, I appreciate it,” because there’s very little in this life that Natsume could do that Shuuichi wouldn’t back him up on, “but don’t talk to strangers. Even though they’re exorcists, that doesn’t automatically make them trustworthy.”

“I don’t trust most exorcists,” Natsume says plainly. “You’re one of, like, two exceptions.”

And there’s a lot to unpack there, but for some reason the first thing Shuuichi thinks of to ask is, “One of two? Who’s the other one?”

After a beat, in which Natsume looks as though he doesn’t want to answer, he admits, “Hakozaki-san.”

“Hak-- the recluse with the dragon shiki? The owner of that mansion we watched burn?” Shuuichi laughs, unable to help himself. It unwinds tension in his body he hadn’t even realized he was holding. “Natsume, you never even met him!”

“I still liked him!” Natsume says hotly, embarrassed. “He was friends with yokai!”

“And I’m sure if he’d had the chance to know you, he would have spirited you away as his son and heir within two business days.” Shuuichi chuckles, leaning back in his chair. “Lucky for me he didn’t have the chance, I suppose.”

Natsume huffs, but he still climbs into the seat next to Shuuichi. After a beat, Nyanko-sensei hops up into his lap.

“I might have gotten you in trouble with those exorcists,” the boy admits. “I told them to do their own homework from now on. That if they kept taking advantage of your kindness, you wouldn’t help them anymore.” He glances at Shuuichi sidelong from beneath his fringe, and adds, “They got mad, so I sicced sensei on them. I, um, think they thought he was my shiki. I also think they thought I’m from your clan. I couldn’t tell ‘cause they were all, um-- screaming, at the same time.”

And-- okay. There is a right and a wrong way to react to this, clearly. A teenage boy using his terrifying yokai friend to menace people within Shuuichi’s network? Not good! Very bad, even!

But Shuuichi has to lean forward against the counter, face buried in his hands, because he’s absolutely howling with laughter. Natsume is stammering, trying to explain himself, but he doesn’t say sorry. He isn’t sorry for sticking up for Shuuichi. He showed up at Shuuichi’s apartment at seven AM with McDonald’s on his day off from school, and chased a bunch of exorcists out of the building, because his friend needed a break and that’s just the kind of person Natsume is.

The kind of person who deserves something fancy for dinner tonight, Shuuichi decides, and he’s still smiling as he reaches for his phone.

Hiiragi places it neatly in his hand.

“I don’t want your autograph,” she says. She doesn't call him an idiot out loud, but she's probably thinking it.

Hell, he’ll order something fancy for her, too.

#natsume yuujinchou #natsuyuu #natori shuuichi #natsume takashi #hiiragi #my writing #prompt #anonymous #natsuyuu fic

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korkisobsessions · 3 years

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The Oath

XX. Fire

Nilah tried to wipe away salt from her eyes. But her face was still hot and wet and throat tight.

She heard voices of the villagers. Cheerful laughter and kids screaming and singing.

There was huge bonfire in the middle of the clearing. People sitting around on the logs, talking and eating food from big table that stood aside.

“Nilah! You came!” Miho and his pack run to her with colourful faces. They had flower wreaths they made with her that day, and their eyes sparkle in the light of the flames.

“you must eat this!” “And drink this!” they were shouting one over another “my mum baked this!” she was suddenly overwhelmed by their joy; she almost forgot her pain. “Where is Yeong shin? Will he come?”

Her smile froze on her lips. She really doesn’t know what to say.

“I... think...” She stuttered.

“Kids! Leave her alone for a one night. She deserves grown company for a while.” It was that older lady who met them, when they came to village for the first time. Whose son Yeong shin saved when plague broke. Plague he helped spread. She bites her tongue and blink away tears.

“How are you Nilah?” woman touch her forearm with concern.

“I’m good, thank you madam Bon-Hwa.” She bows her head. She had respect for older woman that helped them even though they were strangers.

“You cried, am I right?” older woman gave her cup with rice wine and wink “this will help.”

“Thank you. It’s, just...” what kind of words she should used? Nothing? How could it be!

“Leave it my dear. I don’t want to questioning you. Tonight, we should celebrate, sing and laugh. Let me paint your face.”

Bon-Hwa leads her to nearest log and kids brings colours. Some of them was like powder and some was thick. When older woman wet her fingertips in red colours and touch her face, Nilah felt chill running down her spine. She felt cold sweat on her palms and faster heartbeat.

“Why are you doing this?” she swallows hardly and try to calm down. She remembers painting faces from her homeland and every time she had colours on her skin, someone died. People in her land painted their faces when they were leaving to battle, to scared the enemies or when they sacrifice someone, to be closer to gods.

Nilah always hated it.

“It’s just for luck.” Bon-Hwa smiled calmly. “I draw symbols of luck on your temple. This is wisdom...and courage...” she wet her index finger in white colour and marked her forehead. “and protection.”

It feels like the chill turned into warmth. Her lips spread in a smile.

“You are very good girl Nilah.”

Something motherly sparkle in older woman’s eyes and she hug Nilah. “and now, drink!”

And Nilah drinks. And eat, but everything had sour aftertaste. It would be perfect night if there wasn’t terrible truth she knows. And the hardest part was that she missed Yeong shin. She wanted to be with him.

She finished her cup when people start to smile and turning to her. Like they were expecting something.

She was confused, but Bon-hwa patted her shoulder. “it’s your turn.”

“In what?”

“To perform something. Sing, dance, tell a story.”

Maybe it was because of wine or because it was the first time when her neighbours were smiling at her. It wasn’t usual. Or maybe it was that symbol for courage that Bon-hwa draw on her face.

She stood up and took a deep breath. There were a couple of men with string instruments and one of them looked almost like lyre she used to play. Musician gladly burrow it to her.

Nilah stood close to the fire and all eyes were on her.

“I must confess, I don’t know much songs from this land in your language. I will sing a song from the place I was born. It’s about sea and... endless love.”

From her spot it looks like the faces of villagers glow. Flames shine and she starts playing and singing.

Between the here, between the now

Between the North, between the South

Between the West, between the East

Between the time, between the place

From the shell

The song of the sea

Neither quite nor calm

Searching for love again

Mo ghrá

In the crowd she saw Yeongshin, watching her with sad face. He was standing behind, far from others, but he was there, hidden in shadows. She swallowed hard lump when she realised that no matter what he did...it was her Yeong shin. Man, who always protects others first. Man, who run to his last breath to save others.

What he did was wrong. But she knows him. He was just trying to save everyone, and it doesn’t matter if it cost him his soul.

Nilah finished her song and made her way through the crowd to him. He was standing there with head hung low like beat dog.

“Yeong shin...” she touches his face and can’t find right words. But then it slips through her lips so naturally that she can’t stop it. “...mo ghrá”

He raised his eyes to her with surprise. He probably wasn’t expecting kind words even though he can’t understand what that means. Her gentle face, glowing eyes and warm smile gave him feeling that it’s a good thing.

“My love.” she whispered again and this time he understands. Her lips found his with need. His arms sneaked around her waist and held her tight.

“I’m sorry Nilah, I should...” he whispered with urge. “Please stay. I always thought that I have only purpose. To be hunter and killer. But you give me hope that I can have more. You make me feel things I didn’t think were possible for me.” All around them was just like blur that doesn’t matter. All he cares about was his woman in his arms.

His warm embrace, sparkling eyes and hot lips were all she was focused. Until someone scream.

“Fire!” it was like hard blown into chest. “There is fire! Bring water! Quickly!”

Sky was suddenly illuminated by high flames. One of the houses was on fire and house right next to it starts to smoke.

Smoke and scream were everywhere. People were running around with buckets of water, shouting at each other looking for their families and friends.

“it’s Jae-Bong’s house!” Yeongshin was pulling her closer to house that were slowly eating by flames. Doors were wide open and two men were dragging Jae-Bong outside. Village leader was coughing and crying in pain. Nilah and Yeong shin run to them and help them lay big man to grass. Nilah’s stomach drops when she saw his leg. His ankle was in weird shape and skin was burned with nasty blisters.

“One of the burning beams fell right on him!”

Nilah kneeled to Jae-Bong, holding his hand and tried to calm him, but he was still out of his mind, crying and trying to get back to the house.

Then everything happens in blink of an eye.

She understands what was Jae-Bong whining. Her head spun and cold run down her spine when she heard it.

It was cry.

But not Jae-Bong’s.

It was Miho inside the burning house.

And Yeong shin heard him sooner. She didn’t have time to grab his hand.

“YEONG SHIN!” all she could do was just scream, when her beloved man run and disappear in the smoke and flames. Her heart stops beating in fear.

She leaves crying Jae Bong and grabs nearest bucket and starts to carrying water. She can’t even get close enough to toss water in the flames because of the high heat.

She desperately cries when she can’t see any movement in the house. Just cruel dance of flames and swirling of smoke.

“My son! Miho!” Jae Bong’s cry was filling her ears and hard lump was forming in her throat. It can’t be like this. Yeongshin will survive this. He can’t leave her here. But he was nowhere to be seen and house was completely in flames.

“Yeong shin! Please! “she cried desperately and trying to see through the flames.

And suddenly, out of the fire jumped silhouette with little boy tangled in blanket. He was holding him tightly pressed to his chest and struggling to make another step.

Nilah run to him when someone took crying Miho from his arms. She panicked when Yeongshin collapsed into her arms with tired sign. She never saw him so devastated.

“I got you. Its all right!” his skin was so hot it was almost painful to touch him. Few spots on his shirt were smoking and burning. She quickly jerked it from his body to not to burn through and hurt his skin. His chest and backs were dirty of ash with angrily red spots where flames bite his flesh.

They both collapsed on their knees. Yeong shin pressed his face to her chest when she was trying to find someone with water. In the meantime, she wrapped his beat torso into her plaid.

“Miho?” he croaks with raspy voice.

“He is safe. He is with Jae Bong. You saved him.” Nilah saw little boy in arms of his father, crying loudly. He was probably little burned and scared, but alive. Only thanks to Yeong shin.

“Nilah...” his voice was weak and painful. His shaking palms squeeze her upper arms with urge. “...my eyes...I can’t see.”

Shock hit her body like a wave. She carefully touches his face and lift his chin. His face was lightly red but his eyes were glossy and swollen.

“Oh gods, no!” she was scared to touch him, not to hurt him. He was suddenly so vulnerable. “Let’s get you home.”

There was no one to help her. Everyone was trying to stops the fire and it was obvious that villagers were wining against the flames.

“Hold on.” She knew that it will be hard, but she needs to get him home. She helped him stood up and than turned her back on him and with clenched teeth lifted him on her back.

“No... Nilah, I can walk on my own.” He tried to protest, but his voice was terribly weak.

Her muscles were burning and shaking, but each step bring them closer to home.

“It will be good. You will rest and everything will be fine.” She tried to calm him. To calm herself, but her eyes were watering even though she was trying to be strong.

Yeong shin can’t be blind. That word makes her sick. His sharp eyes were his greatest power. No matter what happened, good or bad; she always remembered his look, how his eyes focused on target when he was trying to shoot Cho Hak Joo.

She remembered his eyes when he found her in Hanyang, tired and broken, how carefully he was examined her and how surprised his eyes were, when met hers.

She cannot lose his tender look he was watching her every morning. Eyes that were watching over her.

His head was resting on her shoulder when she made her way over the hill. It was low hill, but she felt rivulets of sweat running down her face. Yeong shin was heavy and when he lost consciousness his body became heavier.

“I will take care of you, just stay with me, please!”

His only response was slight movement of his thumb that caressed exposed skin on her arm. His breaths were shallow but it was sign that he is still with her.

Their house was absolute opposite of the village. It was quiet, dark and calm, and it was absolute opposite of Nilah’s feelings. She was desperate, scared and exhausted.

Yeong shin wasn’t huge man. He was just a little taler than Nilah, but still, after almost mile of dragging his barely consciousness body, she was on the edge of her powers.

Her sweat was mixed with tears when she put him down on their sleeping mattress. Just painful moan leaves his lips.

“We are home.” She tried to calm him and touch his forehead. His skin was burning with fewer.

All she could do was cool down his body. Quickly she brings bucket of fresh water and soaked towels and put them on his forehead and ankles. She wet clean cloth and carefully touch his dried lips to get at least some water into his body.

“Yeong shin. Please wake up.” Nilah cried holding his hand in her palms. His arm was so heavy and lifeless it scared her to the bone. She kissed his knuckles and lean her forehead on back of his hand. “I can’t be without you. You are my everything.”

And after long time she prayed. She prayed to her old gods and made a promise. She was willing to sacrifice everything just to save him.

Again, and again, she was changing cold towels and wet his lips until sun woke up and lit up the room with soft light.

Nilah’s look didn’t leave his face, until she falls asleep curled to his side.

It was short restless sleep full of nightmares. She woke up with fresh tears in her eyes and heavy heart.

“Nilah?” his voice was weak, tired and hoarse.

“Gods! Yeong shin. I’m here, you are safe.” She sobs and held his raised palm. “ How do you feel? Are you hot, or cold?”

“Sick.” He whispered and touch his face with his free hand. “My head...ache.”

“I know. You were in great heat.” She put fresh cloth on his forehead. Sigh of relief leaves his lips.

“Yes, I remember.” His fingertips examined skin around his eyes. They were still swollen and red. “I guess it’s not deep night.”

Fresh tears leave Nilah’s eyes and she bite her lip not to sob out loud. His eyes...

“You still can’t see? Anything?”

Yeong shin raised his hand at touch her cheek.

“I’m holding your face, I feel it. Your warm skin. I feel your tears on my fingertips. But all I can see is darkness.” His voice was rough probably from the smoke he inhaled inside the burning house.

“Are you in pain?” her voice broke and she lower her face with cry.

“Nilah...” he was gentle when his hands found her and pulled her to his chest. “I’m not. Just...maybe little. But I will live.”

She cried to his chest, heartbroken. Her brave chakho.

Quiet knock on the door interrupted their painful moment. Nilah cautiously open the door to find Bon-Hwa with her son. They both looked tired and sad. Dark circles under glossy eyes. They probably weren’t sleeping whole night.

“Good morning Nilah.” They both tried to smile but it was weak. “we brought soup and some treatments.”

Nilah heard their voices like from distance. She leans on the wall and closed her eyes, just for a moment. Her face was tingling and she can feel her fingers cold and legs light. Her body was too exhausted to stay awake.

“Catch her!” she heard Bon-Hwa’s voice when dark surrounded her for a short moment. Her legs betrayed her and she was falling until young boy caught her under her arm. He helped her to sit on the porch and Bon-Hwa pressed flask with alcohol to her lips.

“Come on child. We must be strong for others.”

Strong spirit almost burned her throat but it helps. She coughs and felt heat flew through her body.

“How is Yeong shin?” Bon-Hwa sat next to her with worried face. Her son was unpacking bowls with food.

“I don’t know...” her voice was weak and tears sting in her eyes.

“Jae Bong and Miho are safe. Their house is burned to the ground, but they are safe. Thanks to Yeong shin.”

“His eyes...” Nilah sobbed and Bon-Hwa quickly hugged her. “He is blind.”

Older woman bites her lip and her eyes saddened. “Eyes are mysterious thing. Give it time. There is tea for pain and some aloe ointment for burns. Lot of people were hurt. We were visiting houses and bring food and medicines. That’s all I can do.”

“Where will Jae-Bong live?” she wiped her tears away and swallow hard lump in her throat.

One fire. How quickly it spread and how much pain and misery it makes.

“They will stay with us. Jae-Bong is my cousin. I must take care of my family. Yeong shin saved Miho’s life. If there is anything, I can do...”

“You are very kind. Thank you for food and medicine.”

Nilah found Yeong shin curled on his side with arms around his chest and deeply asleep. She at least covers his wounds with healing ointment. His breathing was calm and steady, but his eyebrows furrowed with pain.

Bon-hwa’s tea smelled awfully but Yeong shin drink it with almost one gulp and fall asleep again.

Later she made him eat a little bit of soup. It was strong chicken broth. It smells delicious and tastes even better.

“All of it tastes like ash.” Yeong shin grunted and put down the bowl carefully, but still spilling it.

“It will get better.” She wiped spilled soup. “In Hanyang, when I was burned, I smelled fire almost whole week.”

Yeong shin nods. Sun illuminates his face for a moment and he immediately jerked away with painful face.

“Does it hurt?” She can’t stand his eyes painfully shut. It was tearing her heart. He was still desperately looking for her and all he could find was darkness. “You want me to cover your eyes? It could help. Let them rest for a while.”

Nilah found her best scarf that he bought for her in village. It was made from soft silk. She wants something not to hurt his face that was still little sensitive.

“I’m here.” She whispered and at first touch his shoulder, to let him know where she is.

Gently she covered his eyes with dark blue scarf and tied it on the back of his head. He touches his face and shift the scarf a little. His fingers were lightly trembling when he was examined the position of scarf.

“Is it comfortable? If you want to lose...” he just nods. His lips in tight line. “Yeong shin?” her voice broke when she noticed his trembling chin.

He was crying.

He lifted his hand and she immediately caught him, pulling his head to her chest. He grips her upper arms like anchor and cried.

“I don’t want to be in darkness. I can’t stand it.”

Her heart ache and fresh tears wet her face. Nilah hated how helpless she suddenly felt. It was worse than be locked up in prison. It was worse than Sang-Ho pushing her down to the ground, violating her body. See Yeong shin suffer was the worst thing in her life.

See him suffer and can’t do anything.

“I’m blind for a day and I already miss your face.”

“please don’t...” she choked, biting her lip not to sob loudly. “I’m still here, still same. Still yours.”

#kingdom #kingdom netflix #kingdom 2019 #kingdom fanfiction #kdrama #yeong shin #yeongshin #fanfiction #chakho

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juhakx · 4 years

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Heartbeat- Juhaknyeon

Genre: Bestfriends to Lovers, Fluff, Slight Angst

Word Count: 1220

Haknyeon knew it was one of your rougher nights. It was easy for him to tell because when he called you after practice, you would sniffle every five seconds and your answers were short and choppy like your mind was somewhere else.

When he knocked on your apartment door, you were hesitant about opening it, thus the two-minute delay in response. However, when you noticed it was him, you reached out for his hand and tugged him in, mainly because you wanted him near you but also because it was always unsafe keeping him where the public eye could see him.

“How was practice today?” You ask, sitting on the edge of your bed after filling a glass of water for Haknyeon.

He quickly chugged it, not realizing just how thirsty he was until that moment.

"It was fine, Juyeon led it today so he let us out a bit earlier."

There seemed to be a different feel in the air today, different in a way that made Haknyeon nervous. It wasn’t like he hadn’t been at your apartment late at night before, but something seemed to have shifted between the usual dynamic.

It was no secret to anyone but you that Haknyeon was in love with you. Hyunjae noticed it the first time he was in a room with the two of you together and Sunwoo blatantly called him out on it during their nightly talk.

Maybe he was just hyper-aware of your presence today, but he couldn’t help but think you looked beautiful. Even with slightly pink eyes, that he was certain was from the result of crying and the apparent blush that painted your face, you looked like an angel.

“That’s not important though, what’s wrong?” He asked, taking a seat next to you on the bed. His hands were shaking more than usual and he gripped onto the sheets to stop you from noticing. Chanhee’s words rang through his head.

Just tell her, you never know. What if she feels the same?

“I had an argument with my dad again,” You sigh, dropping your head down, staring at the ground. “It just felt worse than usual and he kept saying I wouldn’t amount to anything if I continued to try my path of photography. It’s like-” Your voice cracks and you shut your eyes, attempting to keep the tears at bay.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Haknyeon whispers, shifting his hand so it was now atop yours.

Haknyeon dismissed the churning feeling that erupted in his stomach as soon as his hand touched yours, focusing on your face and searching for a sign that you knew he was there for you.

“It’s like he doesn’t even give me a chance. I’m obviously doing fine if I can afford living here by myself,” You finish, completing your thought from earlier. You open your eyes and make eye contact with Hak, searching for comfort from within him.

“He’ll realize it sooner or later Y/N. You are so incredibly talented and I wish he could see that. I see it every day- the dedication and passion you have. Anyone would be blind to not see how amazing you are,” Haknyeon whispers. If he had been any further away, you wouldn’t have been able to hear him.

A soft smile erupts on your face and you admire the boy sitting in front of you. He always knew what to say to make you feel better. “Thank you, Hak.”

Haknyeon couldn’t help but notice the proximity between you two and although he didn’t want to, he pushed away to create a gap. If he had stayed like that, he knew he would have kissed you, but he knew friends didn’t do that.

Haknyeon spent the rest of the night laying beside you, his arm underneath your head as mindless television played on the screen. Both of you were thinking of anything but the movie that was playing, and Haknyeon couldn’t help but wonder if your heart was beating just as fast as his.

“Thank you, again,” You said, glancing up at Haknyeon to look at his face. He tilted his head down to look at you as well, a smile playing along his lips.

“For what?” He asked, knowing what you were thanking him for but indicating that there was no reason for your gratitude. “It’s what best friends do.”

The smile that was on your lips slowly fell and Haknyeon noticed it, about to question it until you spoke up.

“Yeah, it’s what best friends do,” You mutter, turning your attention back on the glowing screen in front of you.

Haknyeon’s heart was beating far too quickly for him to speak and he couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe you felt the same way. He wanted to say something, but he felt a lump forming in his throat at the thought of confessing to you.

After a few moments of silence, you shoot up from your position, moving away from Haknyeon.

“I like you, Haknyeon,” You confess, staring ahead to prevent yourself from looking at Haknyeon because you knew you would back down if you did. “I like you. More than a friend and it’s ok if you don’t like me back but I just had to say it because I’ve held it in for so long that I think it’s physically hurting me and-”

Haknyeon lifts himself up from his position and interrupts you, and although his beating heart usually prevented him from making a move, this time it fueled it.

He collides his lips against yours, one hand placed on your cheek so he could properly kiss you. He thought that maybe time had stopped completely because all he could taste was you and all he could feel was you and all he could touch was you.

The kiss was desperate as you grabbed his shirt in an attempt to keep him as close to you as possible. Haknyeon was sure you were addicting because he couldn’t get enough and his heart fell when he had to pull away for air.

As if it wasn’t enough, you lean forward to place another kiss on his lips, this one much shorter than the first one.

The two of you catch your breath and Haknyeon can’t help but ponder about what just happened, wondering if he was dreaming or not. He lightly pinches his thigh and confirms it’s not, a wide smile blooming onto his face. You notice it too and can’t help but smile as well, and for the first time since the two of you became friends, his feelings were completely out there for you to know.

“I like you too. A lot,” Is all he can say, his head tilting to admire you. He was sure that if someone looked close enough, his eyes would be twinkling.

“Well then you can thank me for actually doing something about it,” You say, lightly shoving his stomach in annoyance.

Haknyeon laughed in response, the first true love-filled laugh he had in a while. “Well, it’s not my fault you make my heart race a million miles per second.”

He pulls you back to the same position you guys were in earlier, but this time your head rested on his chest, a certain quick pounding ringing through your ears.

a/n my requests are open and i’m new to deobi tumblr and really tumblr in general so please don’t bully me as i figure all this out <3

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petri808 · 5 years

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Breathless...

@hakyonaweeks Day 1 Kiss Prompt

Yona leans in to Hak’s touch, so soft, a gentle caress, ghosting along her milky skin. His palm cups the edges of her jawline, thumb sweeping the length of her cheek. Her breathing slows, stalling as the depths of his gaze furthers her decent into those endless blue waters. So much hidden yet when needed rises to the surface, communicating everything and anything. All of Hak’s emotions can be found in his eyes and the way they change from light to dark. She could circle those pools forever. Her fingers raise up in curiosity with tender touches, the pads of her fingers exploring his face, studying the lines of his solid jaw to the curve of his cheekbones.

Slow and steady, their bodies grow closer like two magnets no longer fighting the pull against their natures. Her lips parting ever so slightly in anticipation, eyes wandering back and forth between his lips and eyes, waiting, yearning. Closer…. Closer… until the heat of Hak’s breath slivers it’s way over her chest sending goosebumps and tremors tingling from head to toe. His hand migrates around and up, cradling the nape of her neck, fingers weaving into her tresses. Electric shivers send her hair standing on edge as his nails leave faint trails along her scalp. Who knew Hak could be so sensual?

Till the honey incident flashes into memory with the same rouging effect then and now. The torrid affair sent such a wave of emotions crashing in that she could only stare, caught in the myriad of sensations as she watched his tongue lovingly clean the golden syrup from her fingers. Is it getting hotter? A last thought as Hak’s lips trace along hers leaving barely a memory. Yona pouts, wanting, desperate for more, her whimpers tell.

Hak smirks, taunting the woman in his arms.

She peers into those sapphire’s, watching it flash for a second. He’s teasing, why does he always have to tease her?! “Ha—ak…” a distressed whine wisps, chasing his lips only to be rebuffed and grazing his cheek instead. Hmph! Yona cups both his cheeks, forcing a mirroring of their faces again.

His eyes widen, flaring with a mix of excitement and hunger, loving it when his woman asserts herself! But that wouldn’t do, not yet. Hak wished to savor this time. All of their other kisses up till now were short, surprises, full of feeling, but lacking in satisfaction. This was the first private opportunity to take pleasure in her company and he was sure to reap every bit of that reward. He gives in oh so slightly, with a chaste kiss placed, lingering just enough to leave a fleeting warmth of remembrance and tormenting her further.

“Please…” Yona fists at his robe, her eyes searching his. Could he not see how much she wanted this?!

“Patience Princess,” Hak trails kisses along her jaw, “I shall leave you breathless soon enough.”

#hakyonaweek #hakyonaweek2019 #day 1 kiss #hakyona #son hak #yona #Akatsuki no yona #hakyona drabble #hakyona fan fic

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purebloodprincess · 5 years

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Guys,

I thought it was already clear, but it’s not the plot point itself that we have a problem with. Going to Hiryuu Castle could be super exciting and it was already pretty predictable that it's going to happen one day. That is the place where everything started, after all.

The problem is how they arrived to this conclusion, how it’s presented. The only reason Yona gives for potentially accepting the offer is that she thinks they are going to be safer there. She doesn’t say anything about wanting to know more about her father’s death, wanting to research, read books, talk to Su-Won etc. So to me this seems like an extremely weak reason for making such a fundementally difficult and life-altering decision. We are talking about Hiryuu Castle. The place where her father was killed. The place she was chased out of. The place that would still give Hak a nightmare. The place where Suwon/Kyesook/Ju-Doh is.The problem is that Yona decided to go there now with no real motivation and without actually looking at other options, or even trying those other options out. Going to Hiryuu Castle should be a decision that comes only after the situation becomes very dire and they have no other options, because it’s that kind of place. It should be a last resort, because going there has many cons, and as long as those cons outweigh the pros it’s not worth it. Basically, going there needs a pretty strong reason. What Kusanagi should have done here, in my opinion, is simply adding 1 more step before the castle. That could be anything as long as it ends up giving the group a proper motivation to go to the castle. Maybe they go to the woods, and end up running into such an overwhelming issue that they have no other choice but to ask for the protection of the castle. Or they get an illness that can only be cured at the Castle. I’m making up random reasons now, but you get the point. At the moment the situation is not so dire that the Castle is their only option. Yes, they are getting very well-known, and all of it is starting to become bigger than them, but the thing is, Keishuk himself said that he cannot possibly touch them, because it would be too suspicious. The battle ended as well, so they are in no immediate danger. They could go to the woods, or even the Wind Tribe, and they would be fine for now, at least temporarily. So yes, this choice could have been so much better executed if there a strong reason of why they have to go there. But there isn’t. Kusanagi just wanted them there no matter what for the anniversary, and thus the execution became kinda sloppy.

The other problem is how Yona goes about all of this. I understand that she is scared and desperate. But regardless of that, I think this is a decision that should be discussed with everyone. I don’t mind if she considers the proposal (even though I feel like it shouldn’t even be up for debate at this point), but she shouldn’t be deciding on anything alone at the very least. She sorta discussed it with the dragons, or at least listened to their opinion, but Hak wasn’t there. She didn’t discuss it with him, just simply announced they are going to go. And I’m sorry but this is extremely insensitive considering how broken Hak still is because of the betrayal. I’m really not here for Hak’s feelings getting shat on once again. He was openly terrified and my heart broke for him. Yona should consider his feelings and ask his opinion... or I don’t know, just have a discussion with him about it. It’s like her character development has regressed back one step, I thought we are past this and she has learnt how to be more mindful of Hak. She kinda considers him her slave again and assumes he will just follow her no matter what. We all know he will put aside his feelings once again and go with her... but girl, please don’t take your almost-boyfriend for granted. This entire thing is such a complete disregard of his trauma that it feels like Yona is not herself at all. And not only that, but Hak’s other concerns (Keishuk etc) are not baseless fears either. Zeno straight out said the dragons will be used if they go, so it’s super weird all of this is not an immediate red flag for her.

At the end I would just like to say that sorry, but I don’t think all of this can be explained by simply saying “she is only a 16 year old girl who makes mistakes”. For one, yes, technically Yona is only 16. However, not only 16 is considered an adult in the Akayona universe, but there is also the fact that Yona went through extreme trauma and hardships, she had to grow up really fast and make adult-like decisions. In those cases, physical and emotional maturity doesn’t really concide, as evidenced by the fact that all throughout the manga her decisions and actions were extremely mature even if they had flaws. (And of course she and her decisions had flaws sometimes, she has never been perfect after all). But yeah, I don’t think this excuse works in this case. Nor is all of this just a simple mistake. It is a lot more than that especially if we consider how she treats Hak.

I still hope that Yona and Hak have a proper discussion about it and they end up not going, but I have my doubts. I think ch 179 will start with them arriving in Hiryuu Castle and it is making me very sad and worried about the future writing of the manga.

#im not looking to get into a debate with anyone so i wont reply to reblogs #i just wanted to say this #kinda long sorry #akatsuki no yona #any meta #any spoilers

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yonahxme · 5 years

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From here:

➳ — | It was a force pulled from the trauma inflicted upon her mind body and soul which suddenly delivered those words. The anxiety which sharpened her tone as she shouted, “Don’t touch me!” and although it was a natural reaction that summoned both fear and anger – her sanity brought forth a look of regret and shock as she stared at the blond. She was just as surprised as he was by her outburst. Where did it come from; this burning sensation within her chest at his mere touch? The fire which burned within her eyes told a different story then what her heart felt; confusion, empathy and heart break.

---- Why was it that she continued to feel this in his presence?

It choked away any kind words she wished to speak, forcing them to crawl back down her throat and replaced her soft voice with a bitter silence. This game the world forced them to play – it was a mess. In that split moment, seeing his face here like that made her desperately want to cry out why things couldn’t be different. Instead of working as comrades to mend the wounds of Kouka, they had to stand as enemies fueled by hatred and loss. His solemn tone forced the redhead from her cogitations, widen eyes and a deep quick breath brought Yona back to the situation at hand.

( Yes –we’re being hunted.)

She had to remind herself of the stakes that were far greater than the grievances they both shared. Without saying a word, she nodded and turned on her heels, limping toward the unknown just trying desperately to get as far away from the pack of wolves that preyed upon her and Soowon. The enemy of my enemy is my friend – she tried to muster up the wisdom that would justify the foolish desire to work with Soowon. ( If Hak saw us now – what would he think and feel? ) --- Was all that stormed into her mind as exhaustion began to weigh heavily on her wounded body.

A hand pressed against the great oak tree, her head bowing as she panted heavily with sweat trickling down the temples of her forehead. Now was not the time to be weak – not in front of him. She kept chiding herself in order to push her body against her limits. But this is what caused the other to press a helping hand against her – what prompted such bitter words in retaliation. Looking ahead with determination, she marched on no matter how feeble she actually felt.

@xking

#xking #soowon #ayeee #hope this is okay #i rambled a bit i apologize for writing so much lol #dont feel the need to match #eeeeeeeeeeek im so excited]

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carrotcouple · 5 years

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Blue Skies and Eternity (AO3)

Yoon is a fox God that is losing followers, losing his powers and losing hope. Yona is a first year high school student desperate to get out of the little town she lives in. An unexpected meeting and argument tangles their fates together forever.

{Previous Chapter}

Yona couldn’t figure out what had gone wrong or where things had gone wrong. She had been working so hard. She had to prove to her father that she was alright, that she could take care of herself and then go to Kuuto for college. All the college programs in their small town had nothing. It drove her crazy. She needed to get out of this town and far away from everything that made her feel small and weak and made her feel like the world was so big outside and she was trapped.

“So...you talked to a kitsune, held his hand and dragged him...and then you made him angry of all things?” Hak deadpanned while they ate their ramen.

“I had no idea! He was tiny! And pretty! And I thought he was...I don’t know! A cosplaying priest in training!” Yona groaned, slamming her forehead onto the table.

“I still think you’re talking crazy, but keep going,” Hak nudged at her with one hand.

“I can and will tell Jaeha you stare at him when he’s not looking,” Yona whispered viciously into the wood.

“OK, OK! I believe you, you interacted with a creature that is supposed to not actually exist! Now what? Are you just going to let this go?” Hak asked her.

“And get cursed by the only God in this town? I don’t think so! I need to get out of here!” Yona snapped, shooting back up and nearly getting her stupid hair into the ramen.

“I still don’t see why you need to go in the first place. But if that’s what you want, OK.” Hak shrugged and the focused all of his attention onto the ramen.

“I’ll go the shrine first thing in the morning and pray and beg for forgiveness. And if I maybe see the God, well then...I’ll grab him and demand that he not curse me!” Yona nodded firmly. That seemed like a good plan. Hak evidently thought otherwise because he snorted into his noodles. Yona glared at him. Hak caught her eyes and saw the look in them.

“Sorry,” Hak said looking away.

“I swear I saw him, Hak! The head priest kept looking at him too! And then he chased after him when he ran away!” Yona groaned and sank into her seat.

“What’d he look like,” Hak asked, clearly attempting to feign interest. Yona rolled her eyes. Soowon would listen with more attentiveness and he’d be better at pretending he was interested.

“Brown hair that was parted in the middle, but a section on the uh…” Yona gestured with her hands, “the left side of his head was pulled into a feather like clip. He had ears on the top of his head. Now that I think about it, they twitched a whole bunch of times,” Yona near wailed and put her face into her hands.

“Do...you want me to call Soowon?” Hak sounded like she had lost her mind.

“No!” Yona snapped. “He had robin blue eyes and a couple of freckles over his nose. He wore yukata so I totally thought he was a priest!” Yona wailed again and Hak cringed. “He had a tail too!”

“And yet you didn’t think he could be anything but a priest…” Hak gave her a look.

“You would’ve thought the same thing in my place!” Yona hissed.

“Well, if you need me to beat him up for you, you know my number,” Hak shrugged.

“Ugh, you’re not helpful at all,” Yona muttered.

------o------

Yona creeped into the shrine grounds extra early. She supposed priests got up early to attend to their duties, so she assumed she might end up knocking into the head priest, but she would be careful. Very careful. She had to also head to school as soon as possible to complete a bunch of her duties. But before that, she had to apologize to the kitsune God.

She had done some research and reading up the night before. The local God had been around for centuries. According to the local legends, he was nearly hunted down and killed, but when he made all the lands he ran through flourish, they erected a shrine for him instead. He did not kill, he did not curse and he majorly involved himself in agriculture and medicine. Yona decided she thought he wasn’t so bad after all.

But of course, there was no saying how true the legends were. There were chances she was the first person to have ever made him mad enough to want to curse someone. So that led her to sneaking into the shrine. She arrived at the front and noticed that the shrine had already been swept and cleaned. The head priest had been up and about.

“What are you doing here? I thought I told you that you weren’t welcome here!” An angry voice spoke up behind her. Yona spun around. There he was. And he looked absolutely furious. Oh boy. He was going to curse her.

“I brought you these as an apology!” Yona cried out, holding out the bag she was holding towards him and squeezing her eyes shut. When there was no answer she opened her eyes. The kitsune had wrinkled his nose in disgust. “W-what’s wrong?” Yona asked.

“Plastic,” he said the word like that explained everything. He said the word like it was some kind of disease.

“Oh!” Yona quickly unwrapped the two large yellow red apples and she watched in fascination as the kitsune’s ears perked up.

“Where did you get those?” the kitsune asked. He sounded almost accusing.

“I bought them from Grandma Hana this morning. She already has her shop open,” Yona explained.

“Ah, Hana, yes. Her faith is still pretty strong, she comes here once a week even though she has lost strength. No wonder these apples are so delicious looking.” The kitsune nodded with pride and Yona almost forgot why she had brought the apples. Almost.

“I meant for these to be an apology for having angered you yesterday. I don’t know what I did to make you angry, but I’m sorry. Please don’t curse me!” Yona said.

“Curse you?” the kitsune scoffed. “Fortunately for you, little girl, I don’t curse people. It’s not in my nature. I’ve gotten into a fight or two, but cursing is something I wouldn’t touch with the tip of my tail.”

“Oh thank heavens,” Yona sighed in relief. “Then am I forgiven?”

“No,” the kitsune deadpanned. He snatched the two apples from her hands before she realized he was even moving. “It has been a while since I was brought an offering. So, I am no longer angry at you. But you’re still not welcome on my shrine grounds. And don’t you dare list my shrine on your bro...bro...well, whatever it is.”

“Oh,” Yona said in disappointment.

“Yes, now, off you go, little girl,” the kitsune waved his hand at her dismissively.

“Little? But you look smaller than I am!” Yona cried out in protest.

“Don’t make me laugh!” the kitsune hissed. “I’m still taller than you, if only by a little bit! And as a kitsune I can take on whatever appearance I want!”

“Then why that appearance?” Yona asked.

“That is none of your business! Off with you!” the kitsune sounded threatening this time and although Yona was sure he wouldn’t harm her, she didn’t want to try her chances. She fled, taking the hated plastic bag with her. As she was going down the stairs, she looked back and saw that he was taking a bite out of one of the apples and he looked very appreciative.

------o------

“Rare for you to be studying here, Yona dear,” Jaeha said as he put her order down in front of her. “Didn’t get much time last night?” Yona looked up at the green haired male with a grin. Jaeha wasn’t a local in town. He was adopted by Gigan who owned the seafood restaurant that Yona, Hak and Soowon loved frequenting. No one knew Jaeha’s backstory, but everyone had heard the stories of what he was like when he had first arrived in their quiet little town. He screamed himself awake every morning, startling the neighbors. He had bruises and cuts that lasted for weeks and he stared with dead eyes at everyone.

Now things were different.

“I was on a little life saving trip this morning so I had no time to study in the morning.” Yona told him, quickly reaching for the food in front of her.

“Is that so?” Jaeha asked her with a raised eyebrow.

“Yup yup,” Yona nodded. Then she paused to think. “Jaeha, do you visit the shrine up on the hill?” Yona asked. Jaeha blinked at her.

“Ah, unfortunately, Yona dear, I happen to not be on very pleasant terms with God,” Jaeha gave her a mock sad smile and Yona rolled her eyes.

“God, you’re so sparkly the moment I enter the shop. Stop it,” Hak’s comment announced his presence and Yona and Jaeha turned to see Hak and Soowon enter the shop.

“I only look sparkly to those who think I’m attractive, Hak. Do you think I’m attractive?” Jaeha asked, wiggling his eyebrows teasingly.

“Yes,” Soowon and Yona muttered under their breaths at the same time.

“In your dreams, drop dead,” Hak deadpanned.

“Yona, what are you studying today?” Soowon asked, sliding into the seat across from her.

“Physics,” Yona grumbled.

“Ah, I remember studying that. It was a pain.” Soowon leaned over the table to take a look at her book.

“You aced your tests effortlessly, shut up,” Hak said, sitting next to Soowon.

“Can I get your orders?” Jaeha asked Soowon and Hak cheerfully.

“Herring soba,” Soowon and Hak said at the same time.

“Right,” Jaeha nodded and then left the table.

“So, Hak tells me you have a story to tell,” Soowon said, taking out a couple of his books. He was an exam student this year so he was busier than Yona would ever be.

“She nearly got herself cursed by a God that’s what,” Hak said.

“Oh shut up. He didn’t curse me. It didn’t even cross his mind apparently. He’s not a cursing kind of God.” Yona defended the kitsune, which she felt was appropriate to do.

“What kind of God is that?” Hak frowned.

“A kind God?” Yona said.

“You guys, I have no idea what you’re talking about…” Soowon sighed.

So Yona told him of the whole ordeal and how she had gone to the shrine that morning only to have the apples taken from her while she was kicked out and not welcome again. Hak of course added his input on how he hadn’t seen or heard a thing, but Yona was threatening him into believing her.

“Actually, that God might not be all a made up story,” Soowon sounded very interested.

“Hm?” Yona and Hak turned towards him, but at that moment, Jaeha arrived with their orders and they kept quiet for a bit. Jaeha grinned at them all and then was off again.

“When your mother was pregnant with you, Yona, the doctors told her that she might not survive childbirth. So your dad and my mom went up that mountain for months praying. And then three weeks before you were born, my mom had come over to visit and had fallen asleep in your mother’s room. When she woke up, she blearily saw a young boy standing over your mother, his hand on your mother’s forehead and he said ‘she’ll be fine’ and then left. My mom of course asked who the young boy was, but no one knew who she was talking about.” Soowon leaned back and Yona and Hak stared at him. “Just telling you what my mom told me.”

“Oh,” was all Yona managed to say.

#sunny writes #blue skies and eternity #akatsuki no yona #yona of the dawn #yona #hak #soowon #jaeha #yoon #yoonyona #jaehak #once again #i recommend that you guys go read this on ao3 instead of tumblr #so that you guys know what you're getting into

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rkhosung · 6 years

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episode 5: mashups team b: STYX ( @rkdoyexn, @rkxmnho, @haknyeonrk, @rkjei ) outfit: x (but dark wine red instead of white) song: hate monster by 4minute x exo + line distribution

Being in one of the bottom teams honestly sucked. Bin was horribly saddened to see little Mark leave them, feeling as if he was somehow at fault for dragging them down. Was his dancing still subpar? Maybe his vocals had been lacking this time around, either way that night was spent punching himself mentally though at that moment he had to swallow the shock and move on into the new teams for that week.

He was relieved to see he was still with Doyeon and after a few moments he knew he'd have great fun with Minho and Haknyeon. Seeing Jei though made his ice run cold for a moment but he shoved that thought to the side. Maybe she wasn't as scary as his mind had made her out to be. Either way he'd be stuck with her until the next performance so he'd have to stick to her good side unless he wanted to be gutted like a fish by her infamous glare.

The theme of the week was something that Bin found really cool though his creativity was zero and couldn't help his team very much in actually putting a song together or helping with the choreography. All he really was good for was making the boys crack up at inopportune times and throw in quips as they were settling on the groundworks of their performance. True, he could be credited with some of the team naming process, but he would have never thought of it if not for Jei's offhand comment. Even if he was a child at heart and set Minho and Hak off on one of his weird ass ideas (like barking after they'd tossed around the idea of being Team Cerberus), he still poured his energy and time into perfecting his skills.

This time the choreography was different, more story-like, to tell the tale of love that once was pure turned bad and toxic. It was weird to have to face off against Doyeon as they practiced and near impossible to keep a straight face as he tried to channel his dark domineering side to fuel the act. But as time wore on they got better, expressing the lyrics through their movement and expressions. Of course he still needed extra coaching to really drive home the choreography which, once again, meant he and Doyeon could spend some extra time together even if not in a romantic capacity. It was the least he could do after she'd spend her time suggesting improvements to his performance.

A few of the lines that Doyeon was assigned he knew she found a bit high, but he also knew that she was fully capable of hitting those notes. All she needed was a dose of confidence and maybe a helping hand that he was all too ready to give since he was feeling rather useless in comparion to both her and Jei. Their time in the small cramped practice room was oddly nice, just them and the keyboard as they ran over their lines a few times until Doyeon felt more comfortable. He wanted to reach out and pull her into a comforting hug but Mnet would have a field day so he could only smile softly at her and hoped she understood just how proud he was of her.

Friday rolled around sooner than expected—like it did every week—and once more Bin found a ball of nervousness running rampant in his stomach. Had he always been like this or was just because the stakes were so damn high? He'd made it to episode five, no small feat, so even if he was booted off the show Bin would exit with a bow and a gracious smile, supporting those who would be left.

This performance, he hoped, would showcase a different side to him and prove that he was just sunshine and rainbows, that he could perform darker themes and convey them well. "As above, so below. Hello, we are Styx." It was a different greeting, not bright but still full of charisma as his lips wore a small smirk as they introduced each member individually. "I embody Dionysus, god of wine, revelry, and theatre, here to make sure you have the time of your lives." Bin gave the audience a wink and was pleased to see at least a handful of girls giggle into their signs that they'd brought in.

Jei started off the song, sitting on the floor of the stage with Doyeon's head resting in her lap. On cue Bin followed up with his lines, moving in as if to snatch Doyeon away from her protector. His voice flowed with hers as they danced, hands almost touching as they led up to the chorus where they broke into the original choreography before slipping back into the story. Despite the new way of dancing, Bin's singing was stable and he was able to follow every move that they'd laid out without missing a beat, keeping his face dark with flashes of desperation as he saw his lover snatched out of his grasp time and time again.

Bin hit his high note, feeling the energy course through his body as he continued dancing, almost forgetting that the audience was there. As a team they brought the song to a close, his last lines half spoken half sung as he once more closed in on Doyeon who writhed with every word until the song faded into silence. After the ending he offered her a hand pulled her to her feet letting her exit the stage before him, his nerves positively singing from the performance high.

"Hey, gods and goddesses, a very well done. I think we were simply—wait for it—divine~!"

If this was the performance that got him cut then so be it: he was proud of what he had accomplished.

#rkmga4 #rkmga4mashup #rkdoyexn #rkjei #haknyeonrk #rkxmnho #( 1k words )#( oof here take it )#( also !! I know that is hongbin in the outfit and not moonbin shhh!! )

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whereisvanderwood · 6 years

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Glass Butterflies.

Yona of the Dawn | Akatsuki no Yona

Jealous!Shinah x Reader - Modern ! AU

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The ice-cream dripped down the sides of her cone as she eagerly took the cold desert from the ice-cream man's hands. "Thank you!" she said cheerfully. Skipping back to her friends, they continued to walk down the street of the town. Though there were many cars and people walking by, it still seemed quiet.

"It feels really eerie today..." Yun pointed out. "We should just go back to the library now. It's too hot anyways."

"He is right. We need to keep studying for exams if we want to pass-"

"You're such a goody-two-shoes, White Snake."

"If you didn't call me 'White Snake' I might have taken that as a compliment."

"That would've been horrible."

"Will both of you cut it out? You're ruining my good mood," (Y/N) said as she stood in between the two 'friends.' "Why do you have to bicker so much?"

"Isn't it obvious, dearie? They both clearly have a crush on our dear Yona of the group," the flamboyant Jeaha spoke, sounding as though he was the most mature out of everyone there. But quite the contrary; the others believed him to be the most juvenile out of all of them.

The crimson-haired girl started blushing profusely at Jeaha's remark, and Hak shortly after started bursting into laughter. "You look ridiculous when you're trying to hide your face like that, Princess."

"W-Why do you call me that all the time? It's so annoying...!"

"Because you're small and helpless just like every other princess in fairy tales."

"Princesses are pretty, too~!"

The bickering further continued, not ceasing until Yun made it clear that he had had enough by giving everyone an earful. And after Kija's relentless complaining about their lack of productivity, which is what the hang out was originally designed to be for, they headed back to the town's main library and looked over their subjects.

"(Y/N) ... What are you studying?" the quiet one of the group, Shinah, asked shyly.

"Oh, I've got a History exam coming up. Geography, too."

"Well well, it just so happens that I have those exams too, (Y/N)-dearie. Should we study for them together elsewhere?"

"You're such a perv! But... that might be better actually," (Y/N) admitted. "Okay then, why don't we go look for some books and meet up with the others later?"

"Lead the way, my dear," he said as he bowed down like a gentleman. On that note, the two friends left the rest of the group to go and study on their own.

"Is it just me... or do Jeaha and (Y/N) look like they've been pretty close lately?" Yun pointed out.

"Droopy Eyes always wants to spend time with (Y/N) and Yona," Hak brusquely replied, choosing not to care about the brought-up topic.

"Zeno wants to spend more time with the girls, too..."

"But you hang out with us all the time, Zeno!" Yona quickly replied before he could feel any more down than he had suddenly become.

"That's true, you're like a brother to us, and we'll always be with you-"

"Okay, that's enough philosophical talk for one day." As they continued to talk about why Jeaha almost seemed desperate to be with (Y/N), not only Hak, but Shinah also stayed very silent. His expression came across as one of disinterest, but it truly meant the feeling of dejection.

(Y/N) and Shinah weren't super close, but she seemed to be closer with everyone else in the group. The blue-haired boy wanted to change that, but he was so shy and quiet by nature that every time he tried, it wouldn't get very far or meaningful. He couldn't pinpoint it exactly, but it was like his gut didn't like the idea of (Y/N) being so friendly to everyone else.

"Shinah, aren't you going to study? You haven't even opened up your books yet," Yona pointed out.

"Ah... right," he timidly replied, embarrassed about how he must've looked just now.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"Zeno needs to study more, because I couldn't sit still long enough," he pouted with a childish face. "I'm going to go home now. Zeno will see you later!" He smiled and waved as he jogged in one of the splitting directions at the intersection they all stood at.

"Yeah, I'll head off, too. Say hi to the old man for me, Princess," Hak said as he too, departed in another direction. One by one, each of the friends began to part ways for the evening, bidding their 'see you laters' until they were to meet up again in the near future.

The sun drowned in the horizon, its rays of light glimmering in the darkness of the faded clouds and the pale moon shining from the stars. The only ones left standing at the footpath of the intersection were Shinah and (Y/N).

"Did you study a lot.... with Jeaha?" Shinah started.

"Yeah, kinda... He wasn't paying a lot of attention to what I was telling him, and he just kept on telling me how cute I looked when I was focused. I swear, he's such a creep sometimes." A stillness followed after (Y/N)'s words, like they were both thinking about what she just said. "You don't think... he has a crush on me, do you?" she asked in a quieter voice, as if she were to be asking the question to herself.

Shinah stiffened at her question, not sure if she was looking for an answer or just thinking aloud. But those words, they felt like they had morphed into some sort of unseen force and tore his heart in two. All the possible scenes played in his mind; the two holding hands, going out to cafes and having the time of their lives together. His broken heart yearned for such pleasure, but this was the reason it was broken in the first place.

"Because if he did have a crush on me, that would be a little annoying to try and deal with."

"N-No, I... he doesn't," he unknowingly blurted out quickly.

"Well that's good. I hope that's not the case..." she trailed off as she heaved a sigh, admiring the night's beauty she was so envious of. She only wished she could have that kind of beauty for herself. "I guess I should get going too, then." She began walking off in the same direction as Zeno did before.

Before completely vanishing in the dark of night, she turned around, her hair dancing like waves during the low tide in slow motion. The star-struck Shinah felt his worries dissipate in the atmosphere as her smile shone brighter than the full moon in the galaxy above. "I'll see you later!" she waved back as she finally disappeared.

Silence. Nothing but the sounds of swaying leaves on the evergreen trees close by. His breath was taken away by one simple action, the gesture of friendliness by the person he wished to be closest with. With the night sounds resonating like an orchestra in his mind, he gathered his thoughts and headed home alone.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Shinah early next morning heard his phone buzzing like crazy, and so he sluggishly picked it up from his bedside table to check the notifications. He saw that the group chat with all his friends, 'The Dark Dragon and the Happy Hungry Bunch', was active and so he watched the messages flash up on the screen.

Zeno: Zeno wants to hang out again today!! :3

Hak: But we were together all day yesterday. Aren't we all tired of each other?

Yona: No! I love being with all of you all the time! ^_^

(Y/N): Well... I doooo need to study some more today. I'm falling behind ^^;

Kija: I told you this would happen! If only you had all listened to me in the first place!

Yun: No one listens to you on purpose

(Y/N): I'm gonna got to the library again today. Anyone wanna join me?

Kija: I'll join you, (Y/N)

Zeno: Yaay, Zeno too!!

Hak: Can't. Spending the day with Princess and her family.

Jeaha: Oh my, meeting the parents now, are we? ;)

Hak: Shut up, Droopy Eyes

Yun: I'm busy too. Soz (Y/N)

(Y/N): That's fine. Kija and Zeno, meet at the library at 12:30?

Zeno: Yup! Zeno will be there :D

Kija: I will see you then, (Y/N).

That same feeling from yesterday returned. (Y/N) was going to be with not only one of the other guys, but two this time. His fingers rested over the top of his phone's keyboard, wanting to type something like "I want to come, too." But he couldn't bring himself to do it. It was like his gut was holding him back from speaking up his feelings.

(Y/N): Great! It's a date then! :P

He sighed to himself and silenced his phone. He had never felt this way before, and so he had no reason to feel this way now. But it was as if a wind of change suddenly blew over him. He felt something scurrying up his back as he stood up, and little Ao plonked himself on his shoulder. Scratching his chin and giving him an acorn from a jar he kept beside his bed, Shinah began to talk to himself.

"I want... to be with her, too..." he said softly. The small creature looked up at him with beady eyes as he stuffed the acorn in his tiny little cheeks, tilting his head. Shinah gently put him down on his bed as he got ready for the day, deciding that he needed to clear his head of these unknown thoughts and feelings.

By chance, Shinah found himself walking past the library they were all at yesterday, and by chance he saw his three friends walking inside. Like his feet had their own goal he walked through the entrance, careful to keep his distance so he was not to be noticed. He saw all three find a place in a corner where there were several free tables for study, and began watching them from behind books on a bookshelf in front of him.

"I did History and Geography yesterday. So why don't we do maths?" Shinah heard (Y/N) ask.

"Alright. I need to work on my maths too, actually."

"Zeno's really good at maths!"

"Really? Do you think you could maybe help me then?" she timidly asked the playful yellow-head. Seeming very eager to give her a hand, (Y/N) showed him her textbook and one by one, he went through the questions step by step. At one moment, they accidentally touched hands and laughed at each other's awkwardness, despite already being best friends.

Shinah didn't like it. He wished that that could've been him helping (Y/N) study, just the two of them with no one else around to be disrupted by. Kija was in his own world focusing hard on what he had to do, but meanwhile Zeno and (Y/N) continued to muck around and have fun.

Unknowingly, he wished they weren't there in the first place.

And suddenly, he felt like he had completely transformed into something alien. A monster. He never thought to wish anyone away before; all he wanted in life was friends. And yet after he realised what he had begun to think to himself, he was shocked and at a loss for what he was meant to do then and there.

Concluding that this was indeed a bad idea, for his own sake, he left the library as silently as he could. He was good at that; being unnoticed. He thought that all changed when Yona invited him to be a part of their group, but now it felt as though nothing had changed in the first place. But before taking the next step to lead him outside, he stopped and clenched his fists... before running out as fast as he could.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"So I have to expand the brackets, and then that becomes..."

"9x – 6 + 8 = 4x + 3"

"Right. And then I collect the like terms?"

"Uh huh! So that becomes-"

Suddenly a loud noise came from directly in front of the threesome, and saw Shinah plonking down stacks of books on the table in front of them. "Sh-Shinah! What're you doing here?" (Y/N) asked, surprised yet glad that another one of her friends had come to join her in her study session.

"Just... passing through." He sat himself down in the chair directly in front of (Y/N), and started reading through his own math textbook.

"Oh! You're studying algebra too?" Kija and Zeno continued to stare at Shinah, instantly picking up on his unusual behaviour only moments after he made his noisy entrance; quite the contrary to his quiet personality. Shinah himself, wasn't currently studying algebra in his maths class; (Y/N) and the others were all in different classes from him. But he didn't want her to have help from any of the others. He wanted to be the one sitting next to her right then and there, right where Zeno was sitting.

So he took it upon himself to learn what she was learning, too.

"Yeah..."

"Well then maybe we can help each other?"

"Sure..."

The atmosphere was tense with every response the blue-haired gave to every question. It wasn't until Kija and Zeno started helping each other, as well as (Y/N), that the air was easier to breath in. Shinah remained quiet, yet straining his ears to listen for the perfect moment.

"Hmm- what about this question-"

"What's the equation?" he very suddenly jumped in. Not expecting it, the three looked at him in a strange way.

"Uhh, it's (x2 - 16)(x - 3)2 + 9x2 = 0."

"Here... let me try." He reached out his hand to take her book, and started using his pencil to write down a step-by-step guide to solving the equation. In a mere ten seconds later, he handed the book back to her and studied her face carefully. She read through it with eyes of surprise, and checked the answer in the back of her book.

"Wow... you're right..! How did you do that so quickly!?"

"It's nothing..." he brushed off quickly, playing it cool. "I just wanted... to help."

"I had no idea you were so good at maths, too! Why is everyone so good at maths..." she pouted, being half serious at the same time.

"Zeno thinks you're good!"

"Don't worry, (Y/N). We'll just help you," Kija reassured like the too purely-hearted person he was.

"I want to help..." Shinah said quietly. "Me... only..." he said even quieter, but not quiet enough.

"Z-Zeno, I just remembered that, uhh, we need to-"

"There's a bug on your textbook, Kija~!" Instantly Kija vanished from the scene and Zeno was chasing after him, leaving the remaining two alone.

"That was... random..." She could hear the blood in her ears. He could look at his veins silently pumping blood. She could close her eyes and go into a dream. It was too silent for anyone's liking. "Shinah, you're acting a little bit... weird," (Y/N) finally cut the silence free.

He only remained silent, thinking about what his actions had lead him to do up to that point, what they had lead him to think about his own friends.

"Is something the matter...? You can always tell me, you know."

"No... I just..." he fearfully began, anxious about what she'd say. He stayed quiet, sinking down into his seat ever so slightly and his head low, covering his eyes.

"You're not... jealous, are you? You started acting differently since I brought up Jeaha yesterday."

It hit him, the word to his feelings he couldn't understand. He was relieved of a weight he felt on his heart from not knowing the unknown, but he was just as ashamed of himself and what his mind had begun etching into him.

"Come on, let's go somewhere else. We'll meet up with Kija and Zeno later..."

"Okay..."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Walking through the green painted, iron-wrought gates there was a concrete pathway stretching out in front of the two students like a grey ribbon winding through the green shrubbery. The beauty of the midday sun shone so brightly and scattered its warmth to those who urged to feel its comfort, and Shinah and (Y/N) stood underneath a strong-standing oak tree.

"Is everything alright, Shinah? Why are you acting like this?" (Y/N) started, wanting to know why her friend was far from himself.

"...I don't know. It just... happened."

"When?"

"Yesterday... when you were with Jeaha..."

"That soon?"

"I'm not sure why..."

"I think I know, Shinah..." He looked at her with searching eyes with such a deepness, it caught (Y/N) off guard slightly. "Do you think that maybe... you have feelings?"

"Feelings...?"

"For me..."

He wouldn't have known; he couldn't have known. The feeling was so unfamiliar, and it was alien to someone like him. Up until these people came into his life, his heart was void of emotion and meaning. He was lacking the sensation of how it felt to be this way towards another person. In that very moment, he wished he were Ao. He could've easily sat on (Y/N)'s shoulder, be given all the attention he wanted and get away with it all.

But what was there to get away with? His thoughts he had towards the people that accepted him for who he was? So much confusion clouded his mind in a thick fog, he couldn't see what was right in front of him nor see what he thought was true.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I haven't spent a lot of time with you, and I'm sure you feel as though we've been brushing you aside..."

"No... it's not that-"

"That's not what friends do. We should be including you in everything we do, and be making sure you feel part of this group. Because you're one of us now, you belong with us."

Shinah had no idea where this was coming from, and was expecting nothing more than questions about his unusual behaviour. "It's not your fault, though..." he tried to reassure.

"But it's not yours either." (Y/N) breathed heavily, as if to keep her emotions in check. She grabbed her hair with both of her hands and yanked on it a little. "But Shinah... you should've told me you wanted to spend more time with us. It's not fair that you feel like this."

It wasn't hard to tell that she was feeling hurt, but more for him than by. He tried telling her that it had nothing to do with her, but he was so quiet spoken that this had become a misunderstanding. Not sure how else he was to show his sincerity, he took baby steps towards her, and lightly hugged (Y/N) around her neck.

"I wanted to spend more time.... With you."

"M-Me? Just me? Why?"

"Because... I... You're a good person." She took a deep breath, relaxed, and slowly put her arms around his body as well. "And... I like you."

"You... like me?" Shinah felt his face get hotter, and he buried it deeper into her shoulder so she wouldn't see. (Y/N) felt it, and let out a barely audible giggle. She lifted her arms so they wrapped around his back, and she snuck in a small peck on his cheek. Feeling herself blush, she too buried her face in his chest.

Both a red hot blushing mess, they stood still for as long as they felt they need to. (Y/N) pulled away first, feeling like she couldn't make eye contact. "I-It's okay to feel jealous, Shinah. But next time, don't keep it to yourself."

O-Okay..." he said with a muffled voice in her shoulder. "Thank you... for liking me, too..."

"I've always liked you, you know..." Shinah pulled away with eyes larger, and sparks of joy enlightened his mystical stare. "But, I think I... like like you..."

"Me... too..." Butterflies' wings flapped to the beats of their hearts. They felt strong and easy to feel, like the cold touch of fragile glass in winter. Looking at his eyes, the ones she fell for so easily, (Y/N) was instantly reminded of the previous night where they both stood at the intersection alone. She specifically recalled that the night sky was much more beautiful than usual, as well as wishing that its everlasting beauty could be hers.

And now, it was.

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crlese · 7 years

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Trying To Make You Understand

Pairing: HakYona Anime/Manga: Akatsuki No Yona/Yona of the Dawn Prompt: Years of unrequited love made Hak question every single affectionate gesture from Yona. Suddenly courageous, she goes ahead and tries to make him understand about her feelings. Rating: T A/N: A little tongue action;) Also, I would really appreciate a reblog or like - it makes me motivated to write more fics, and know what you guys want! I usually write naruhina fics (I honestly love them sm, I’m never gonna stop writing about them), but I would also like to write about my other OTPs. But I don’t want to do it if you guys don’t like the pairing, so make sure to give some recognition <3

Yona was sitting on the rocks, Hak was next to her, silent. The sky was dark and the light of the moon weaved in and out from the clouds. A gust of wind kissed Yona’s cold ears; she quickly put up her hood.

“So,” Hak spoke. Yona’s face flushed and she peeked at him, but he was staring at the moon. Upon closer inspection, she could see a slight tint of pink on his cheeks, but she didn’t know whether it was just her imagination. “What was that kiss for, Princess? Are you in love with me?”

His voice was teasing, no sign of sincerity crossed through his words, but Yona spluttered out a hasty reply. “N-no! Hak, you’re stupid. I just wanted to show you my appreciation... as a friend.” She said her next words a little louder. “Because you’ve done so much for me.”

Yona wanted to smack herself. What kind of friend kisses another on the lips? She doesn’t even do this to the dragons.

However, he was right. Yona was in love with him. Before they sat on the rocks, she kissed him on the mouth, suddenly. Yona didn’t know why she did it, but watching his solemnity at rare moments like these made her want to kiss away all the pain. Hak has endured through so many tribulations just for the safety of Yona. The kiss was quick and clumsy but it made Yona’s heart beat out of her chest, nonetheless. He didn’t reciprocate with the same pressure - well, he didn’t reciprocate at all. Yona doesn’t blame Hak; they were childhood friends after all.

But it still hurt Yona.

Hak sighed, suddenly. All signs of his joking demeanor completely disappearing. Yona raised her eyebrows at stared at him. His right hand was rubbing the side of his face, disappearing beneath the strands of his hair. His eyes were dark, and Yona felt her heart shatter at the look of his eyes. Hak appeared even more dejected than before.

“Hak, what’s the matter?” Ignoring the butterflies in her stomach, Yona moved closer. She rested a hand on his thigh, trying to look at him in the eyes. However, he evaded them by casting his gaze towards the horizon. Hak slowly shook his head.

“It’s nothing,” he whispered. The tone was rough and low, completely contrastive to the meaning of his words. Yona placed both her palms on the sides of his warm cheeks. The air was cool, but his skin burned underneath her fingertips. Yona swallowed, her face becoming red. She shook her head, internally - Hak was in pain, this wasn’t the time to act like a lovesick puppy.

Despite her words, when her eyes met his, Yona felt her breathing become uneven and her body became tense. Something about his gaze was different from the ones she witnessed whenever Hak was in this state. His eyes were somewhat predatory, and - Yona figured she was imagining things again - a lustful agony. Her cheeks flushed at the thought and she quickly shook it out from her head. Her eyes were wide with concern as she watched him, tilting her head in confusion when he tightly shut his eyes and breathed in, harshly.

“Princess,” his voice was ragged. She started to rub his thigh to indicate that she was listening, but Hak’s firm hands quickly grasped her wrist. His breathing was uneven and his chest heaved at every inhale. “Don’t touch me like that - and don’t kiss me like that, anymore.”

Yona felt her heart drop. She starting cursing herself when she felt tears trying to escape from her eyes. Hak’s grip loosened and her hand felt onto his lap; then he placed his face into his hands. Yona felt her lips tremble and she bit on them, angrily. She didn’t understand why she became so emotional, but at every second that passed, the throbbing in her chest didn’t subside. Suddenly, Yona blurted out without a thought:

“Do you not like me?” As quickly Yona emitted those words, regret also quickly covered her expression. Hak’s shoulders tensed, but then it started trembling. Yona’s remorse deepened as she stared at his quivering torso.

“Hak, I’m so sorry,” Yona choked. “That was really inappropriate for me to say. I kissed you suddenly, without knowing if you’re comfortable with it or not. And I -,”

Her voice trailed off when Hak uncovered his face and started laughing. Yona gaped at him in astonishment as he continued chuckling. Despite the situation they were in, his smiling face brought a bit of happiness towards Yona.

“W-wait, why are you laughing?”

Hak gave her a lopsided-smile, full of mischief; but also pain. “Princess, you have no idea how much I like you.” Then he brought his face closer towards her, the shadows on his face becoming closer. The heat of his gaze trailed down her body, which made Yona shiver. Hak’s nose brushed alongside her neck and Yona resisted the urge to gasp. His lips suddenly made contact with her ear - it was wet and soft. Yona didn’t try to suppress the noise this time.

“But too bad your definition of like and mine are different,” his voice was silky against her ear, and it made Yona’s body heat up. The warmth suddenly disappeared as Hak moved back, his face back to being nonchalant. Yona’s eyes widened, a thought escaping into her mind.

“What do you mean,” she started, not believing his words. “Your definition of like is different from mine?”

Does that mean...?

“It means...” Hak commenced, tilting his face towards her. His dark eyes glinted against the moonlight. But then he shook his head. Yona gripped his sleeve, determination set on her features.

I like you, Hak. But not the way you’re thinking. Please Hak, believe me. You like me too, right? Hak?

Yona opened her mouth, but then closed it. She squeezed her eyes shut - no matter how much she wanted to tell him, she couldn’t bring herself to say it.

“Tell me, what do you mean?” Yona’s voice was barely above a whisper. She couldn’t believe what was happening. Does Hak like her? She stared at his face, scrutinizing for confirmation to her thoughts, but his face was aloof.

Silence.

“Hak...?”

He began to stand up, but Yona followed his movements. Behind him, she fisted the fabric of his blue overcoat. She rested her forehead on his back; feeling his muscles tense. “Hak, I like you.”

No, not like. She loves him.

“I think we already established that,” Hak’s tone was surprisingly sardonic. “Since you’re feeling so affectionate, why don’t you go wake up the others and say how much you like them, too?”

“You’re wrong!” Yona yelled, but her mouth was muffled by his back. “You’re wrong, Hak...”

Suddenly, he swirled around, gripping her shoulders. His face was tense and his eyes were fiery - Yona felt the warmth of his body surrounding her, blanketing her from the cold air. They were so close, Yona could almost feel the silent exhales from his mouth. The ridges of his muscles were hard against the curves of her body. Hak tilted Yona’s chin, so their gazes met each other. Intense emotions swirled in his eyes.

“What am I wrong about? It’s the truth.”

No.

“Go back, I don’t want to see you. You’re going to get sick from the cold.”

No.

Mistaking Yona’s desperate expression as a sign of her being offended, Hak gave her a chaste kiss on the forehead. “I’m sorry for being rude, princess. It’s in my nature; go back to sleep. We have a long day tomorrow.”

“Hak, I was lying about before,” Yona suddenly whispered. He froze, staring at her. “I didn’t kiss you as a sign of friendship. I love you.”

Pause.

Hak bellowed out with laughter; tears formed at the corners of his eyes. He wiped them off with his knuckles. “That was really funny. Okay, enough time for jokes, go to sleep.”

“Hak, I love you,” Yona uttered, more forcefully. Hak’s eyes widened at her serious tone. He stumbled forward, clasping his hands on her wrists.

“Yona, are you okay? Are you sick?”

What can she do to make him understand?

“I’m not sick,” Yona spoke, quietly. She leaned forward, her nose brushed against his. Hak’s eyes suddenly became hooded and his breathing became ragged. He wasn’t the only one - Yona also became flustered. “I love you, Hak.”

“Is this a dream?” His voice was low, and he licked his lips. Yona followed the gesture with her eyes and the shine of his saliva on his lips made her toes curl.

“No, Hak. I love you,” she said, then repeated with a giggle. “I love you, Hak. I love you, I love you.”

Saying those three words made Yona’s heart soar. She dropped her wrists from his hold and held his face; staring into his confused eyes. “I love y -”

Her words got cut off by the crush of his lips.

She emitted a noise of surprise, but she slowly relaxed into the kiss. It was soft and gentle, and it made Yona’s eyelashes and heart flutter. Hak trailed his right hand up her arm; leaving a path of scorching heat as it grew closer to her neck. All Yona felt was him and him only. The kiss suddenly became more heated, and Yona moaned into the kiss, which made Hak freeze. She quickly pulled away, not because she didn’t like it, but the kiss was too intoxicating. It was too intense - she didn’t know if she would be able to handle it.

“H-Ha -,”

“I want to hear you moan more,” Hak’s tone was suddenly dangerous and seductive. His predatory expression suddenly appeared again, and he looked down at her with lidded eyes; his hair masking of them. He looked incredibly sexy, and it made Yona feel overwhelmed. Suddenly, she registered his words.

“S-Stop, Hak,” Yona whispered. She tried to escape, but Hak pushed her lower back so she was pressed against him. Yona felt everything. She felt his muscles, she felt the pounding of his heart, she felt his warmth. Everything about him was heady and rousing.

And that’s why she needed to get away - she doesn’t think she’ll be able to handle him and his come-hither gazes and animalistic looks.

“I love you, that’s all I needed to say.” She stated, pouting. Yona put her hands on her hips and with unwavering passion - she started to walk away before she could change her mind.

“Oh, no you don’t,” Hak grabbed her elbow and pulled her into his chest. He pressed his lips against her ear; Yona felt the familiar feel of them - wet and soft. A shiver trickled down her spine, making her body tense He mumbled, his tone sultry. “I said I want to hear you moan again, you’re not leaving until I hear it.”

“Hak, you’re so mea - ah!” Yona gasped as she felt him bite her earlobe. Her legs gave out, and Hak quickly supported her petite body against him. Suddenly, he started to suckle on it, making Yona pant. All she could hear was the wet sucking sounds of his lips and the patterns he was tracing with his tongue. Despite this, she felt her mouth quirk up into a trembling smile as she heard him whisper in her ear.

“I love you, too, Yona.” Hak muttered, then softly kissing the tip of her ear. “I always have.”

Yona looked back to give him a sincere smile and a response - but it was met with his mouth rising into a slow, lewd smirk. His gaze was dark under his eyelashes as he stared at her. Yona’s smile dropped and she gave him an unimpressed look.

“Hak, we were having a loving moment, why do you have to look like that? I don’t like it.”

Yona didn’t know why she lied, but she didn’t bother correcting her mistake. She had enough of his teasing.

“Hmm, you don’t like it? Let’s see about that.” He said, then he kissed her ear again. “Shh, just enjoy it.”

Yona listened.

Hak pressed his thumb on her chin and tilted it so their lips could make contact. Yona closed her eyes, waiting for the pressure of his soft lips. But nothing came - so she annoyingly opened her eyes and he was staring at her, smiling. Yona opened her mouth, but the glint in his eyes made her close it back. Hak leaned forward and his tongue peeked out, dragging it on her bottom lip. Yona tried to open her mouth to kiss him, but Hak squeezed both her cheeks to keep them closed. He bit her bottom lip, earning a gasp from Yona, and began sucking on it like he did with her earlobe.

“Hak,” Yona moaned.

Hak groaned. “Ah, say it louder.” Then he thumbed her bottom lip, so her mouth opened all the way. Unconsciously, his own lips parted, breathing on them. Yona shivered; both their breaths meeting each other in the open air. “Say it while you’re panting.”

Yona felt her cheeks flush. “Wha -.”

Hak gave her a seductive grin. “I guess I have to make it happen.” Then he spoke, softly. “Not that I mind.”

“Oh, hey, Yona dear!” Suddenly, a bright and deep voice emerged from behind Yona. Hak broke his gaze away from the princess, and when he looked behind her, his happy mood instantly deflated. Hak gave the interloper an irritated glower as he grew closer. Yona blinked in surprise at the sound of the voice and looked back.

Jae-Ha was smiling from ear to ear, and his hand waved in the air. “Oh, look it’s Thunder Beast, too! What are you both doing here?” Then he winked. “I’m joking, I’m joking. A little endeavor of love, I see. Shall I leave you to it, then?”

Yona spluttered. “No, no, w-we were just talking.” Then she looked at him in confusion. “Wait, why are you here?”

“Just a night piss,” Jae-Ha grinned, then he leaned in towards Yona. “Can you tell Thunder Beast over there to stop glaring at me, he’s scaring me.” He pouted, but then gave the glowering Hak a wink.

“Jae-Ha, I’m going to kill you.”

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korkisobsessions · 4 years

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The Oath

VII. The Truth (part 2)

She can’t sleep that night. Every time she closed her eyes, she had nightmares. It wasn’t bad dreams, it was quite opposite. It was dreams about things she loved and what she probably never see or feel again. It was endless sky, touch of wet soil full of life with little sprouts. It was sound of floating river, with golden colour from setting sun. It was Yeongshin’s arms around her full of warmth and safety. It was his voice and that tingling sensation every time she saw him.

But all she had now was dark, lifeless ground and loneliness. She was tracing pattern of her scar across the palm with tip of her finger. Image that Yeongshin had same scar and maybe he will sometimes remember her when he sees it, give her hope she will not just disappear from this world.

Morning comes and Sang-Ho with it.

“Are you ready?” His voice was cold like ice. He lead her from dungeons to courtyard where she should be judged.

Magistrate of Sangju was seriously looking old man. Every case was just report on the paper. He was doing his job long time and didn’t like drama.

Nilah must wait before he gets to her. There were lot of cases he must resolve. She was standing next to Sang-Ho and he didn’t even looked at her.

“I know you hate me, but I’m not the villain. I give you the order, and you did not listen. So you must be punished. Don’t be mad at me.”

She was quiet and looking at the back of the man before her, who stole a piglet.

But she wanted to tell him something.

“I’m sorry I can’t love you.” Just single tear left her eye. “But I love him and I must have at least tried to found him.”

Sang-Ho looked shocked he almost forgot where he is. Nilah made her steps forward in front of judge who was sitting behind table.

“Desertion?” Magistrate looked at her with raised eyebrows.

“Yes sir.” Sang-Ho answered, with shaking voice.

“Punishment for desertion is death.” Magistrate looked at her hardly.

Nilah was expected it, but still she felt like she will throw up. It was buzzing in her ears and she felt lightheaded.

“My Lord! Please don’t!” someone yell from the crowd.

Magistrate looked annoyed. “Who is that?” he was searching that man who shouted. It was Yun Lee.

“Please sir, don’t kill her. Nilah is one of the soldiers who fight in Hanyang with crown prince. She made mistake but she don’t deserve death.” He was pleading for her life.

Judge of Sangju looked angry. He threw papers away and pierced Yun Lee with death glare. “I was asking, who you are, that you are so insolent to interrupt the trial.

“Yun Lee, get back to your place!” Sang-Ho barked. Nilah was pleading her friend with her eyes to let it be. She didn’t want him to get punished because of her.

“My Lord! I’m soldier of Sangju. Nilah served with me.” Yun Lee ignored Sang-Ho’s order and spoke directly to judge. “She was at Hanyang when the plague was spreading and fought with infected. She was badly injured...”

“It doesn’t matter soldier!” Judge growled. “She is soldier and soldiers follow orders. We need stability after war and disease. If every soldier runs away just because he fought somewhere, we will be without army!”

Nilah saw thick vain on his forehead pulsing with anger. She knew that she is doomed, so she at least smiled at Yun Lee with gratitude. He fought for her.

“I should punish you, just for calling yourself soldier! Woman in army? You should be home nursing children!” he was humiliating her. Nilah felt her cheeks turning red with anger.

“My lord! She is probably deserter, but she didn’t deserve such insults!” Another soldier stood up from the crowd. “She is one of the best soldiers. Lord Ahn Hyun knew that.”

“Yes! Nilah is our sister at arm.” Came another voice.

“She didn´t deserve to die!”

Men were shouting at judge. Nilah felt tears in her eyes. She never thought that other soldiers liked her that much, to stand up against the law. She hid her face in palms and cry. Her own family, her blood would let her die without blink of an eye. Her brother would be probably the one who would end her life. She runs because she loves another man more than him.

And there she stands, in front of magistrate and strangers were fighting for her life.

“ENOUGH!” Old judge yield with red and sweating face. He was holding edge of his table like bird of prey, his knuckles white. “It’s true that you are plague veteran and hero, but you made big mistake, we can’t tolerate. Sangju is city of law and law is hard.”

Her heart was beating so fast that she thought she will faint.

“How many days she was on the run?” judge turned to Sang-Ho who looked shaken.

“It was thirty days my lord.”

Judge stood up with calm and serious face.

“I sentenced you to fifteen lashes with switch...” men around gasped. It was unusual punishment for woman. “You wanted to be a soldier? you must take punishment of soldier.”

“I take it my lord.” She lifts her head with dignity.

“I’m not done yet. Fifteen lashes with switch and fifteen years in prison.” He waved his hand and sit down, taking another case.

Nilah felt like a she was falling. Her head was spinning and all she can focus was Sang-Ho’s tight grip on her forearm.

“Fifteen years...?” she can’t believe it. She will be locked up fifteen years. She knows that almost no one can survive so long in prison. She will die in the hole like a rat.

“Be glad. You could have been dead.”

He led her to small courtyard and she almost immediately fell chill running down her spine. She knows what day it was.

One day in a weak came executioner and executed all the convicted prisoners. He did all the punishments all day. Before it all began, and she runaway with Prince and Yeongshin, she hated when she had service here. Stood on the guard and listening painful cry and wet slashing. That terrifying sound that make man’s head, when fell to the ground separated from body. Her father would love it here.

Smell of blood and painful cry twisted her insides like invisible fist. They passed piglet burglar, who was holding his bleeding arm closed to his chest, his hand missing. His face was white and sweaty.

Sang-Ho pushed her forward and gives papers to executioner. It was tall and strong man with blank face.

“She is a woman.” He had a dull voice. He nods towards Nilah with confusion.

“You noticed?” Sang-Ho raised his eyebrow with mean smile. “She is prisoner in first place, so do your work.”

Executioner led her to thick stake and tie up her hands. Nilah wanted to fight it, but she was shaking with fear. Fifteen lashes was nothing. It will hurt, she knew that, but she was through much worst things. He ripped the back of her shirt and takes the switch.

First hit surprised her. It stung like touch of fire. She yelped, but when she saw Sang-Ho’s pleased smile, she bite her tongue and closed her eyes. Every hit was worst than the previous. Sweat and tears were running down her face and she felt rivulets of hot blood on her back. After tenth hit she cry out loud and when came fifteenth she lost consciousness.

~o~

Nilah woke up on the ground in the cell. She lay on her side, try not to move too much, but even breathing was painful.

“So you love him?” came voice from dark corner. She can’t saw him, but knew it was Sang-Ho.

“Leave me alone.” She cried and curled up in a small ball. She had no energy to fight with him. Her back was like on fire, she was humiliated and sentenced to prison for fifteen years. She wasn’t in mood to face him.

All she wanted to do was lie on the floor and cry.

“You still don’t get it? Even if you would found him....He hate you Nilah. And he always will.” He tilts forward and light of torches illuminated his face. He looked like demon. “You still don’t know why, don’t you?”

“Stop talking! You get what you wanted. Just leave me alone!” She pleaded desperately.

“He will never forgive you, that you served the man who murdered his family.”

Nilah froze. Her heart beating painfully hard.

“I was there. In the war. Sangju should have fallen. There were too many enemies. But then came Cho Hak Joo with his magic flower...resurrection plant.” Something dark was in his face. Darker than his anger. “They wanted to use it on our dead soldiers, but they were ‘too dead’ to be brought back.”

“Please don’t! I don’t want to hear it.” She covered her head with her arms, like a child. It was too much and she can’t run away.

But Sang-Ho continued. “I was just common soldier, so I wasn’t there. But I know what happened. They needed fresh corpses. Lord Ahn and few other soldiers invaded into Sumang...”

“No...That cannot be true!” Nilah heart was falling apart. She lifted herself on her hands and knees and tried to get away, but Sang-Ho caught her and threw her on her back. She cried and tried to kick him off her, but he sat on her tights and held her hands down.

“They were weak because of leper, so they killed them all easily and bring them back, like a monsters.”

“No!” Nilah screamed. It was much worse than the pain from lashing, broken leg, pierced side, burned hands, all together. It was breaking that part of her that cannot be treated. Her soul.

“You worshiped murderer of innocent sick people. And Your dearest master and friend Deok Sung was the one who strangled little brother of your dear Chakho!”

She turned her head to the side and throw up. She cannot scream and cry. It was too much.

“So, do you think, he will ever wanted to see you again? Even if you survived the prison, he will probably kill you by himself.”

He turned her head to face him. His eyes were full of anger and hatred they almost looked like hungry pits that wanted to swallow her soul. He growl like animal and roughly kissed her. She was too weak, too hurt, too broken to fight. It all doesn’t matter anymore. Everything she was fighting for was rotten lie. His heavy body was suffocating her when he pressed her to the ground. Dirt was digging into her bleeding back, but it was nothing against dreadful feeling clouding her mind.

Sang-Ho pulled down her pants. She wanted to kicked him off, but he was too strong and her body too weak and injured. He hardly pushed himself between her tights.

“I don’t need your love you pagan bitch.” He thrust in her painfully. “You refused me like a man, and like your captain, I can’t get over it!”

She can’t fight him, she was too devastated from the truth that she didn’t even cared what he is doing to her. She cannot heard his moans because in her head she heard Yeongshin shouting over and over again.

“He should protect people who needed protection! Not me! He betrayed his people in Sumang!”

“I’m so sorry...” She whispered quietly. She would give anything for he can hear her.

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mtyami · 6 years

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Would I Become Her

Oneshot

Fandom: Akatsuki no Yona/Yona of the Dawn Rating: Explicit Relationships: Son Hak/Kija Teaser:

Despite the fire rising in his cheeks, Kija let his robes slip from his shoulders to expose milky white skin, almost pearlescent in the moonlight, and held Hak’s dark, unreadable gaze.

“So therefore, to preserve Hime-sama’s most precious honor, I must ask you to consider holding me...in her stead.”

He always waited until it was his turn at watch, Yona and Yoon curled up tightly in their makeshift beds surrounded by a circle of slumbering Dragons. Only then would his dark figure move with swift and soundless feet into the night, the deep thicket masking his intentions. There, in the shifting moonlight, he began.

And that night, like every night since he first witnessed it, Kija’s blood burned.

Differently, than it did when he first met Yona. This was something primal, thick and honeyed, not the omnipotent magnetism that drew him to her as servant to master. This was desire in its rawest form, cut into the shape of a tall, dark-haired general.

His robe was pulled open haphazardly, his glistening chest laid bare to the cool night air. He sighed as he reached down and touched himself, grasping and stroking almost desperately, his eyes squeezed shut, his mouth a tight frown.

Kija bit back a sigh of his own, mesmerized by the sight of him. The splendid Raijuu, lost in his own pleasure, alone in a clearing on a moonlit night.

He had never participated before in his nightly acts of voyeurism, but that night, it was as if Kija could taste the ache in the other man’s heated breaths, a lust that had suddenly reached a fever pitch. Before long, he found himself unable to stop his hands from wandering down to the throbbing center of his own desire...when had morbid curiosity become desire?

Had something happened recently to stoke the flames of the general’s lust? Was the princess awakening to his carnal needs? Why, on this particular night, did Kija allow himself to fantasize about those strong hands and that sharp tongue, repurposed from insults into wantonness, mercilessly commanding him to reach his own climax—

A strangled cry announcing the peak of his pleasure left his lips before he could stifle it, and Kija froze.

The dark-haired man looked up, hastily covering himself and raising his hands in a defensive stance. “Who’s there? Show yourself!”

Kija hesitated, his mind racing. If you do this, everything will change.

But what hadn’t changed recently? When did his favorite insult start to feel like a pet name? Kija couldn’t even remember the last time Hak’s taunts felt like barbs instead of butterflies.

What was left to be afraid of?

“Hak?” he offered, holding his hands up in surrender. “It’s just me.” Kija stepped out of the shadows, and watched the expression on the general’s face turn into one of utter confusion.

“Shirohebi? H-how long have you been standing there?” Hak stammered, panic evident in his voice.

“Ah...some time.” Kija’s ears pinked with the admission, and he saw Hak’s face redden in response.

“So, you’ve been watching me.”

Kija shrugged, refusing to meet his intense blue gaze.

“But why are you here? It’s not your turn to be on watch.”

The white-haired Dragon took a deep breath and sighed, long-suffering and resigned. “No, but I am merely performing my duties as a servant of my master.”

Hak snorted, despite himself. “How is that? Wandering around the forest at night peeping on people doesn’t exactly strike me as Four Dragons business.”

“Well,” Kija shot him an indignant look and huffed, crossing his arms, “I know that you desire Hime-sama and want to do lustful things to her,”—Hak’s expression indicated that he was not wrong—“and this I cannot abide by as her loyal Hakuryuu, who has sworn to protect her from all things.” He regarded Hak with fierce aquamarine eyes as he spoke, his jaw clenched tight with nervousness.

“But...I know that you are her important Raijuu, and that you must stay by her side as she commands it.”

He drew a shuddering breath, and steeled himself for what he had resolved to do—no, wanted to do. Despite the fire rising in his cheeks, Kija let his robes slip from his shoulders to expose milky white skin, almost pearlescent in the moonlight, and held Hak’s dark, unreadable gaze.

“So therefore, to preserve Hime-sama’s most precious honor, I must ask you to consider holding me...in her stead. To stave off your wanton needs, so that you can better serve her without distraction.”

Kija bit his lip then and burned with shame. Surely, the Raijuu would mock him for thinking that he could even begin to compare to the beautiful princess—

He barely registered Hak drawing closer, a swift movement that left him a mere breath away. The sudden crushing force of the Raijuu’s lips on his left him stunned.

“What a generous offer, shirohebi. So, I can just think of you as her?” Hak smirked, his voice teasing.

Kija averted his eyes and gave a sullen pout. “Don’t be a bully. Are you fine with laying with a man or not?”

“Ah, it’s not as if I hadn’t considered something...like that before.” Hak’s expression darkened for a moment so fleeting that Kija couldn’t be quite sure what it meant. “Stop talking then, and let’s get on with it. After all, aren’t you only a substitute?”

Kija regretted his bravado immediately, but nodded, unable to let pride subdue his overwhelming desire. Suddenly the night air felt cold, the tiny hairs rising on his exposed shoulders.

That is, until Hak’s fevered kisses on his bare skin spread fire from point of contact all the way to his toes.

He had lain with men before, and plenty of women as well. In the isolation of the Hakuryuu village, he was considered the epitome of beauty, and finding a willing partner had never been difficult. But Kija had never allowed himself to truly want for anyone, short of the ancient desire to seek a master.

I’m sorry, Grandmother. At this rate, I will never find the partner you’d always hoped for me.

“Hey, if you’re going to bravely offer yourself like that, then you should pay attention to me.” Hak’s voice was teasing but gentle as he leaned down to press his forehead against Kija’s.

Kija nodded absently, his hands coming up to tug at Hak’s robes, sliding them off of the taller man’s shoulders. Hak flinched when ivory scales brushed his bare chest, and Kija’s stomach lurched.

“Ah…sorry.” That’s right, he didn’t grow up in the Hakuryuu village. He must think my claw is ugly. “You’re probably not used to...that, so I’ll try not to touch you with it.”

Hak shook his head. “No, it’s not that, it’s just a little cold.” He took Kija’s right hand in his and pressed a kiss to it. “I think it’s beautiful. Your scales are almost iridescent in the moonlight.”

“Hakuryuu-sama, your scales are so pretty! You are more beautiful than any Hakuryuu before you, so please, let me be yours.”

“You don’t have to flatter me, Raijuu.” He shook his claw free and continued to open Hak’s robes, chasing the trail of his fingertips with his lips. When he came down to the ties of his pants, Hak grunted and pushed him away.

The split second of hurt passed when Kija realized that Hak was actually fumbling at the ties himself, his impatience evident. Kija knelt, rocked back on his heels, as Hak finally ripped the ties loose, his manhood once again standing at full attention. Kija’s breath caught at the sight of it, rising proudly from dark curls and flushed dark with arousal. It was one thing to have seen it from far away, but to be this close...was just too...

In his daze, he became aware of Hak’s hands tangled in his hair, silvery in the lunar glow, spilling out from between his rough fingers. Warm, they feel so warm, was all that Kija could think, the scent of Hak all around him growing thick and heady. He pressed his lips to the pearl of liquid at the swollen tip, his tongue a gentle swirl.

The general’s appreciative groan sent Kija’s blood running backwards in his veins, punctuated by the pain of Hak’s fingers tugging none-too-gently on the roots of his hair. Hak began to thrust into his mouth, a steady rhythm that throbbed in time with the need burning deep in Kija’s belly. Tears formed at the corners of his eyes, his vision blurring until all he could sense was the relentless heat between his lips and the maddening sounds of Hak’s pleasure somewhere above his head.

“Enough!” Hak pulled Kija off of him, chest heaving, his face red and sweat-soaked. “Hakuryuu, you go too far.”

But the quiver in his voice betrayed his reluctance to stop. Kija wiped his mouth on the back of his long white sleeve and chuckled softly. “Not nearly far enough.”

Hak almost looked angry, with himself or with Kija, the white-haired Dragon would never know. He drew a deep, staggering breath as his eyes darted over Kija’s body, the muscles in his neck tense and corded. “Take your robes off.”

Kija obeyed, his clothing already pulled loose from his earlier seduction. When it was a puddle of white around his knees, he saw Hak swallow visibly, his hands shaking.

“Turn around.”

He turned on all fours without a second thought, and almost immediately regretted it. Kija winced as he could feel Hak’s eyes staring intently at the deep scars on his back, the question hanging silently in the air. The frustration he had felt from the other man not moments before instantly softened, the tense atmosphere shifting.

“Kija...what are these?”

“A reminder that I robbed my own father of his powers.” And it killed him. Kija held his breath and trembled, but was only met with tenderness, his eyes widening as Hak pressed soft kisses along the tense bow of his back.

“It must be difficult,” the general murmured, with no trace of his usual teasing. “To be the Hakuryuu.”

“Sometimes.” Kija allowed himself a faint smile as Hak’s hands, large and calloused, slid down the bare skin of his sides to rest on his hips. “Hakuryuu, huh...what happened to shirohebi?”

Hak chuckled lowly, steadying Kija with one hand and rummaging through his pocket with the other, producing a small jar of salve. “Not at a time like this.”

“Where did you get that...ah!” Hak’s fingers were cold and slick at his entrance, and Kija whimpered.

“Yoon has some very interesting items in his bag.” Hak smirked. “I swiped it for myself, but this is a far better use for it.”

“Just get on with it then,” Kija growled, pressing his cheek to the cool grass beneath him. “Nnn...Hak!”

Hak slipped a finger into him, two, then three, their movement too-full and uncomfortable, but still somehow incredibly arousing. “Just bear with it. I know enough to know that if I don’t, I’ll hurt you, baka.”

As Hak prepared him, Kija reached down to stroke his own aching member, his eyelids fluttering closed. “Hak, I can’t take any more, I’m ready, please—”

The full feeling of Hak’s fingers was replaced by a different pressure, rock-hard and hot, and Kija let out a soft moan of anticipation. This seemed to unsettle Hak, who then seized him hard by the hips, thrusting forward without restraint. Kija bit back a yelp of surprise and clenched down, digging into the soft earth by his head with his dragon claw.

His strangled cry clearly tempered Hak’s excitement, as he slowed his thrusting to an agonizing slide, inching further and further down to the hilt with every beat.

“Hey,” Hak said from between gritted teeth, “how do you like it? Hard, fast, rough? Or do you want me to be gentle?”

The question seemed so straightforward, but something about the quake in Hak’s voice made Kija’s stomach uneasy. Or was that from Hak’s rhythmic thrusting? He couldn’t be sure.

“It doesn’t matter what I like,” Kija panted, his hips rutting into the ground with Hak’s weight heavy and sweat-slick on his back.

Hak paused for a moment, and Kija craned his neck around to look at him. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” the general murmured with a shake of his head, his strokes quickening. “Feels good.”

This isn’t for me, Kija thought as a cry of pleasure escaped him. He gripped the ground harder, feeling Hak’s rigid length brush up against sensitive flesh deep inside, each rub an electric thrill. Pressure was building within him, low and white-hot.

They rocked together for some time, Hak’s soft groans and the slap of skin on skin the only sounds filling Kija’s ears. Hak gripped his hips hard enough to bruise, his considerable bulk pressing Kija further into the dirt with each thrust.

I make this sacrifice for you, Hime-sama.

Deep down, Kija knew even that was a lie.

“Hak...I’m…ah!” He groaned, arching up into Hak, his body ablaze. “Please, Hak…”

A searing tightness gripped low in his belly like a vise, threatening to overflow, and Kija gasped, his mind going blank-white. Somewhere far away, he heard Hak speak, voice choked.

“Nn, Kija...I’m close too…ah, Kija!”

The shock of hearing his name nearly robbed Kija of climax, his distracted release coming in disjointed, muted waves, pooling beneath him on the grass. Had he expected him to say her name in the throes of his passion?

After all, Hak is a kinder person than I thought.

The Raijuu came with a shout, still buried to the hilt inside him, his body trembling violently. He collapsed onto Kija’s back with a woozy grunt, their sweat-soaked skin slippery on contact.

“Get off, you’re heavy,” Kija muttered, almost fondly. Hak slipped out of him and rolled onto his back, chest heaving and eyes squeezed shut. It wasn’t long before his shallow gasps for air quieted into the deep, rhythmic breathing that signaled sleep.

Kija gave Hak’s sleeping figure a wry look as he watched him, the wetness between his thighs sticky and growing cold. He curled up onto his side, drawing his knees close to hide his nakedness.

Will he want to touch me again?

The thought materialized in Kija’s mind and instantly bathed him in guilt. In his mind’s eye, he imagined a future where his beloved princess would ascend to her rightful throne, undoubtedly with Hak as her king consort. What followed were visions of stolen kisses in palace corridors, disheveled ceremonial robes, and declarations of “this is the last time” in a cycle of pain and hurt he feared far more than being alone.

He sat up with a deep sigh, pulling his robes over his shoulders. There would be plenty of time before then to tamp down the tight, uneasy feeling in his chest that grew ever more complicated as the minutes passed.

After all, it was now his turn at watch.

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How We Got Here

The complete story from Hak/Yona Week 2018 in 1 post. 9K Words

The battle over Kouka kingdom was finally over and while back at Hiryuu Castle, Yona and Hak reflect on their lives while awaiting the next step of their journey to begin. This story starts off at the present but jumps back through time in a progression of age before coming back to it; Hak & Yona POV’s. Some portions are taken from the anime/manga while others are totally made up.

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It had been 3 years since Yona or Hak had been forced to flee and now they were back at Hiryuu Castle surrounded by their friends, supporters, and the Generals of the 4 other tribes of Kouka Kingdom in the great meeting hall. Anyone related to the assassination of Emperor Il were either dead or in prison awaiting their punishment.

But to move swiftly towards reestablishing a sense of normalcy and peace in their kingdom, the Generals immediately approve to reinstate Yona as the Queen. However, according to their laws, the Kingdom could not be ruled solely by a woman and so it was necessary for her to be married, and soon.

“My husband has already been selected,” Yona states matter of fact, “Hak will be the King. Does anyone disprove of my choice?”

The four generals look at each other and it’s Tae-Woo who speaks first. “We already figured that out, so when’s the wedding?” The crowd snickers and cheers.

“Little miss,” Zeno speaks up, “might I suggest a month from now? That should be enough time for preparations to be made and enough time for guests to travel here.”

“That’s true,” she taps her chin, “because I would like to invite Captain Gi-Gan, and Princess Kouren, and Princess Tao, and…”

“We get it,” Geun-Tae laughs heartily, “if there are no objections from the other Generals, I move to set the coronation and wedding to be held one month from today.” No one objects…

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For as long as he could remember, Hak’s grandfather would drag him to Hiryuu Castle for visits, some time’s lasting days, other times a few weeks at a stretch to train the Sky Tribe’s soldiers or for other official duties as the General of the Wind Tribe. At first, he didn’t understand why, considering it wasn’t necessary for him to be there, but when he’d question it, was simply advised to do as he was told and to go keep the Princess company.

They were close in age, she being 2 years younger than he was, but she would often get on his nerves. Yona could be a spoiled brat and yet other times, sweet and caring. She’d want to play games, then throw a tantrum if she lost. She was good at playing the cutesy act to get what she wanted and most of the time he would give in, but not always…

Stalking the young Princess, Hak, crept around the bushes he knew his friend was hiding behind ready to make his move. The young boy of 7 grinned, as he sees her crouched into a ball and reaches out… “Gotcha!”

“Ahhh!” Yona jumps up, turning around at both the sound and the way her friend’s fingers jabbed at her sides. “Hak!” screaming at the boy who surprised her from behind. “Don’t scare me like that!”

“Then Y-you shoulda…” clutching his stomach as he doubled over in laughter at her flushed and puffed out cheeks, “…hid better!”

“Omph!” pushing him onto his butt, “you’re so mean to me,” flailing her arms at him in exaggerated swings.

Hak looks up a bit surprised at Yona’s burst of physical retaliation, “Princesses shouldn’t be hitting people.”

“And Princes shouldn’t be mean to Princesses,” crossing her arms in a huff.

“Then it’s good I ain’t a Prince,” he stands up, brushing off his pants with a smug look, “Princess.”

“Oooh, y-youuu!” shaking she’s so angry. “I really… hate you sometimes!” Yona storms away furious at Hak for making fun of her while he just laughs even harder.

“No, you don’t!” he calls after her. “You’ll be begging me to play again!”

Too bad for the young boy that his grandfather had seen the ending of their argument and after a long-winded chastising and a few good cracks, dragged him to Yona’s room to apologize…

Being cooped up behind the walls of the castle, Yona didn’t have any other children her age to play with or talk to so visits by her cousin and or Hak were really the only times she got to just be a kid. Her relationship with the young Wind Tribe boy was a love hate relationship, sometimes he was nice to her but most of the time loved to tease and toy with her and it drove her crazy.

She would complain to her father, but he would just smile and tell her to be nice. Hak was a boy and boys were often rough and tumble, it was just their way, but he meant no harm. Yona would still whine and her father reminded her that him being around would always keep her safe and sound. When she asked why, that was how she learned Hak was training to take over as General someday and that information did make her feel a little better…

Yona woke up with a start in the darkened room. It was another nightmare but like always, she could never remember the dream, only the feelings of abandonment or being left all alone, were all that remained in its wake. Getting out of bed, she walks to another part of the castle, seeking out the only friend she had. “Hak,” kneeling next to his bed, pushing on his shoulder, “Hak?”

“UghHuh?” the boy turns over seeing the Princess sitting there, he rubs his eyes. “What are you doing in my room?”

“I had another nightmare,” she sniffles and wipes the drying tears from her cheek, “I don’t want to be alone, can I stay here tonight?”

Conflicted at how he should respond. He was pretty sure that it was not proper for a girl, let alone a Princess to be sleeping on the same bed as him, but if he told her no and she complained to his grandfather, would he be the one who gets yelled at for making her cry? “Um, I guess so,” closing his eyes to go back to sleep.

“Thank you.” Yona slips under the covers, lying on her back next to the boy. It was a little weird to be sleeping this close to Hak, but she also felt safer, like he was going to scare away her bad dreams. She turns her head and notices he’s already closed his eyes.

“Go to sleep,” he mumbles.

How did he know she was looking at him? “C-could I hold your hand?”

“Ugh,” he grumbles but seeks out her hand and grasps it, “happy now?”

“Yes,” blushing as he squeezes slightly, his hand was so warm, his touch, gentle despite his grumpy attitude, and yes, it made her feel a lot better. After that first time, Yona would often seek Hak out whenever nightmares plagued her…

As they grew up, it became harder and harder for Hak to be around Yona. Call it adolescent hormones, but every time she was close by, no longer was she just the childhood friend he’d play games with or make snow angels with during winter. Still a spoiled, whiny brat, but as each year went by, her beauty grew along with the feelings bubbling inside him. Problem was, he also knew her heart belonged to another.

It didn’t help that his grandfather would often make comments or not so subtle hints as to whom he’d love to see together. Pushing, dragging Hak to visit Hiryuu Castle, forcing him to stay for long periods of time under the guise that Yona needed a friend. ‘Get used to it,’ Mundok would say, because soon enough Hak will take his place as General and be one of the protectors of this empire, and of her.

But adding fuel to that fire, he is asked of by Emperor Il to become Yona’s bodyguard. Was the Emperor conspiring with his grandfather to drive him into an early grave? Hak had declined but Emperor Il was not deterred, ‘think about it,’ was the response as he walked away. What was there to think about? Yona didn’t need a bodyguard, she needed a baby sitter!

Speak of the devil but who came running up to complain about the Fire General’s son, claiming he was harassing and trying to court her. First off, Hak found it amusing, second why did she come to him, as he yelled at her to go tell her cousin and maybe he would help her before skulking away. Okay that response had a tinge of jealousy, but he knew the clueless girl wouldn’t figure it out.

This was why he told the Emperor no, behaving professionally around the Princess always went right out the window, and any other person would be punished if they spoke to her in that manner. But, even after she apologized and bribed him with fruit, that only made his head spin more. No, what he really needed was a place to hide and calm down…

‘Tae-Jun is at it again…’ Hak closes his eyes trying to tune out the escalating argument. He hears a couple of guards talking nearby, that’s the Fire Generals son, he’s grabbing the Princess, we can’t do anything against him, someone go get Emperor Il… ‘Damn it… I need to leave it alone otherwise from now on I’ll always… Exhale.’ The memory of her apology… He hears Tae-Jun call her cute and that he wants to touch her…

Hak stands up.

“No! Stop!” Yona cries out for help, desperately trying to pull away from the older boy...

It was hard enough to listen to, but the moment he sees Tae-Jun being handsy and rough with Yona, Hak is even more furious. He knows that kind of reaction would be no good, so as he swiftly strides over, formulating the only plan he could think of, or rather use the one emotion she always created in him.

“That’s enough,” Hak swoops in, pulling Yona away from the man’s grasp. “Who gave you permission to touch My Princess?” Both Yona and Tae-Jun are shaken. “The Princess and I made our life-long pledge to each other when we were kids. Right Princess?” cuddling her close and teasing her hand, “What’s the matter Princess? Don’t be so shy.”

She laughs nervously with an honest blush, partially caressing his chin, “Not in front of other people.” And when she is asked if she loves Hak, responds with a straight face clutching at his arm, “Yes, I love him. I really love him.” Now Hak is the one blushing in surprise at how serious she sounded, almost wishing it had been true.

But Tae-Jun refuses to believe it could true, stating his own position with the assumption this boy was nothing special, and demanding to know who he even was. “I am the Wind Tribe’s next General, Son Hak,” he asserts with more authority in his tone. But, even after Hak states that the Emperor himself asked him to be her exclusive bodyguard, Tae-Jun challenges him and pulls a sword. Thank the gods that the Emperor showed up at that moment and forced the Fire tribe’s son to back down and make a hasty retreat.

Now Emperor Il turns to address the two kids now parted and standing several feet away from each other, questioning their true relationship. Of course, they both deny it, Yona with just denial and Hak his usual indifference that he thought the idea would keep the suitor at bay. Now with Hak in a vulnerable state of mind, Emperor Il asks again, and the boy finally accepts the position formally, promising to always protect Yona.

Hak reflects on that afternoon later in the evening when he is all alone. Despite their protestations, did the Emperor now believe that his daughter and the future Wind Tribe’s general may have feelings for each other? He couldn’t tell by Emperor Il’s expression what he thought since he always maintained a smile. But one would think that if he didn’t want Yona to be so close to someone like him, he wouldn’t have offered the position again, right?

‘Ugh,’ this was exactly why he didn’t want it in the first place! Yona’s presence always flustered him, made him loose his focus, and his mind. The first time the Emperor had asked it was just him and his grandfather present but when Yona was around, he didn’t think twice about accepting. It was bad enough that the girl he loved, was in love with another man, and now he had to live in the castle, watching over her. Yup, he had lost his mind alright.

Hak flopped onto his bed with his arm over his face, grateful that his grandfather had returned home shortly after hearing the news. The old man had been over the moon that his grandson was getting even closer to the royal family, not just because of nobility gains, but simply because it warmed his old heart. Yona was like a grand-daughter to him, and to know that Hak would be there to protect her made him feel so much better.

Not that it made is grandson feel happy. Hak had been trying to bury his 15-year-old’s emotions and hormones for the Princess and now, that was going to be ten times harder than it had ever been before.

Once he had taken the position at the castle, and pledged to protect Yona, that promise became both his curse and his salvation; if he could manage to keep his emotions in check. Sarcasm became his way of dealing with the Princess. Hak knew she hated it, but what would be his alternative? Admit to being desperately in love with her and when she turns him down shattering his heart into a million pieces, run away to commit suicide, maybe jump off a cliff or run his own blade through his chest? Sounds drastic, yes, but a possibility when you know deep down there will never be another woman for you like her.

This situation was the ultimate torture that you could ever put any man through and not expect them to go insane. Every day, week, year that goes by and you are forced by your title and position to be around the one person that your heart desires and the one person you believe you’ll never have. To sit back and watch them fawning over another that wasn’t you, have to listen to them talk about it, ask you about it and why, because you are the only one they’ve told this secret to.

Hak told her that he would be happy for them, would serve them for as long as he lived, and said that enough to where he had tricked himself into believing it too. Her cousin wasn’t a bad guy, a little strange and airy, but they had all grown up together, played together on the castle grounds, and if it made Yona happy, then that was all he wanted for her.

Most days he could keep his heart in check, and then there were days that the cliff sounded like a better alternative. It was like being in an out of control carriage on a very hilly road and you wonder should I jump now, then talk yourself into believing that it will eventually get better. He wasn’t sure what Yona saw him as, maybe a big brother by the way she behaved around him, but when she would act all cute and innocent, say things that could be misconstrued… Yeah, those were the days he wanted to jump…

After Hak helps Yona to get on her cousin’s horse, she makes a comment about his handling of women and that he must be entertaining many at home… “Don’t get the wrong idea,” Soo-Won tells her. “We’ve been discussing who I’m going to be engaged to. But, let’s stop talking about this, I can’t talk to you about this sort of thing.”

‘What!!! And he’s still treating me like I’m some little kid!’ “Well,” trying not to seem flustered, “I’m about to be engaged too.”

“Huh? To whom?”

“To Hak.” ‘Did that just come out my mouth! And Hak needs to stop staring at me like I’ve gone crazy, even if it’s true!’

“That’s great! Congratulations...”

Once the horseback riding is over, and her cousin leaves them alone, Yona is sulking with Hak standing nearby. “To think he’d believe such a lie,” she drops her head onto the railing.

Hak mumbles to himself, “You’re the one who’s cruel. And annoying…” She has no idea how much those kinds of statements hurt him…

“But father this hair! Why is it so red? Even my mother had flowing black hair. It makes me look weird.”

“It’s not true. Right Hak?”

“Yes, Emperor Il, nobody has said that the Princess’ hair is strange. But if I may be so bold to say, there’s definitely something wrong with her head.”

“Shut up servant! Father do something about this guy! Even though he’s my servant, he’s so arrogant!”

From all the work she put into preparing for her cousins visit, being harassed by Hak at every turn, being told by her father that she couldn’t marry who she wanted, scared by some strange stalker, and being somewhat rejected by the person she loves, Yona retreats into her room for the evening. She was confused, angry, conflicted, and frankly tired that everyone was treating her like a little girl, ‘I’m turning 16 in less than 5 days, I’m not a little girl anymore!’ Flopping onto her bed, part of her wants to cry, maybe scream, definitely scream but that would only bring people running to check on her.

What her father had told her had scared her as well, being the Princess, she would always be a target so whomever was around her could get hurt too. Could she have been seeing things when she thought there was someone following her? Maybe her father’s words were still messing with her mind? Yona curls her legs up, this was easier to deal with when she was younger, because whenever she was feeling scared she’d run to Hak and crawl into bed with him cause he would hold her hand and make her feel safer.

‘Hak!’ Speaking of that man, ‘how dare he say I had a strange head?! He’s always making fun of me, teasing me, taunting me… Why is he so mean to me when we’re supposed to be friends! I just don’t understand it. I mean, he’s always been blunt and never holds back what he says, but the older we get the worse it became and now he’s such a sarcastic ass!

Ugh and now Soo-Won thinks we’re engaged no matter how I tried to say otherwise. Okay, I guess I can see how it seems believable because Hak’s always with me, but that’s because it’s his job! Great, that makes two men that think Hak and I are in a relationship, not that I care about what Tae-Jun thinks… That’s totally not the point! He didn’t even try to disagree when I said it, just stood there with his mouth hanging open catching flies! Where was his stupid comments when I needed it?!’

She sighs, and closes her eyes, there was nothing more she could do tonight but hope that things will change...

In all his short 18 years, through fighting, political bickering, and battles with his own heart, never had anger or pain risen to the level of pure hatred, and all he could see was red as swords pointed at the girl he lived for. It didn’t matter that these were soldiers he had fought with, trained, or that the man ordering their execution was the one betraying them all because in that moment, all that mattered was her. The girl he had sworn to protect, she who held his heart, and more than his own life… he would kill for.

Every, last one would die by his hand if need be, because Yona was the only one that mattered, the only thing so precious in his life that if she were to die here and now so would his soul, withering away like a dying flower in winter. By the luck of the gods they still had at least one supporter and he managed to spirit the Princess away to the forest.

“Princess Yona, do you need to take a short break?”

She sits down to rest. “Hak, did Min-Soo die? I wonder will I die too? Will Soo-Won kill you too?”

“I’ll never hand my life over to that asshole.”

“Don’t die, Hak…” her eyes slowly closing, “because if you die, I will never forgive you…”

But now what? As he watched the broken girl resting against the tree, Hak needed to focus on his survival instincts to get them through this, but his own heart was aching. He loved Yona, but he thought he had loved Soo-Won too, and the Emperor. He may have felt the Emperor Il was a little weak or naive but such a kind soul and to have been assassinated, in front of Yona. ‘Leaving her all alone, you good for nothing King!’

Part of the aching was the guilt that he hadn’t done his job of protecting the castle. The King had been killed and Yona was left unprotected. Why hadn’t he investigated sooner when things started to seem uneasy around the grounds, the unsettling quiet that had descended. ‘I promise you,’ he wipes her dirty, tear stained cheek, ‘one day we’ll be back at your castle…’

‘Yona…’ The Princess was what he needed to worry about, especially since she had become a doll simply being led along with no mind of her own. Told when to eat, to sleep. If there were ever a time he was needed, it was now. Hak clenched his fist. Is this what Soo-Won had wanted? Had he planned all along to draw her in close only to kill her and her father to take the throne by force?

He was all she had in the world, the one semblance of normal still left in her life and he’ll do everything he can to protect the last of her innocence.

“Fire at the Princess!” Upon those uttered words Hak stepped in to block, taking an arrow to his back.

“Hak!! Hak! Are you alright?! Hak…”

“Please don’t concern yourself, it’s making me uncomfortable.” Leaping away, he takes her to a secluded bush. “Hide here, and please stay perfectly still.”

“Hak,” seeing blood, “You’re bleeding.” ‘He was injured protecting me…’ Yona waits but, overhears that they are going to kill Hak. She is torn as to what to do until she remembers why she left Fuuga… It was wrong to expect Hak to always protect her, she needed to do something.

Rushing out of hiding she slams into the soldier aiming for Hak and confronts Tae-Jun with a renewed fire in her soul. All the domino effect of pain that Soo-Won’s actions had started, and now seeing Hak, a man she had once thought invincible being struck down… Yona grabs a sword and frees her hair from Tae-Jun’s grip before rushing to confront the soldiers with Hak dangling from the cliff.

“Get Away From Hak!!” swinging at them. He screams at her to run away but she refuses, clutching at his arms. “No! Never! Hak… If you die I won’t forgive you!!” Tears stream down, dripping onto his face and it stops his resistance, but as the soldiers close in they slip off the cliff… falling…

The next thing Yona knows, she is waking up in a house of some sort, bandaged. “Who are you?” she asked the boy sitting next to her and is reminded of the cliff. ‘Cliff… Hak!’ “Hak! Where is Hak?!”

As she listens to boy named Yoon prattle off Hak’s injuries, what he has done to try to mend him, and that tonight will be critical to see if he even survives, Yona prays. “Please save him!”

“That’s what I’m doing… Don’t you think that helping you is what I’m supposed to do? You still haven’t given a single word of gratitude…” Yona sits glassy-eyed as Yoon berates her. “…Have you ever even said a word of thanks to this guy? Even though he goes this far to risk his life to protect you?” Yona thanks Yoon and apologizes, but even with Ik-Su’s assurance that this wasn’t Hak’s time to die yet, it left her worried…

She awakens in the early morning hours to find Hak missing and in a panic runs into the forest searching for him but trips. Sitting up, tears rushing down her face, he finds her screaming about him.

“…You seem fine,” he smiles, “what happened? Did you have a bad dream?”

But she was too furious with him to deal with his sarcasm. “Even when you’ve been hurt badly you still over do it! I thought you were going to die! Please,” more tears pooling, “don’t just leave on your own!” Wiping at her face, “You’re the only one that must be by my side…”

And she meant what she said. It may still be selfish of her but Yona never wanted to be without Hak. She knew she didn’t understand what was going on, her naivety meant she needed him more than he needed her just to survive but frankly, it would feel strange not to have him around anymore…

“Hak!”

“An earthquake!” Hak jumps to his feet as the wall of rock tumbled down, blocking the entrance to the tunnel. ‘Crap!’ He had heard her call out his name seconds before the collapse. True and ultimate fear gripped his entire mind and body, no soul at the realization that Yona was trapped behind the cave in of solid rock. ‘No, No, NO!’ This can’t be happening, after all they’ve been through till now for her to die from suffocation because of these backwards thinking mountain folk!

Damn it, if, no, when she’s safe and sound she’s never to leave his side again! He was an idiot to listen to her commands, this girl was great at getting herself into danger and he just let her do it this time like the good servant that he was. Hak pounded his fists on the boulders, dug stone after stone, swung his spear at it only to be laughed at by the unyielding force of nature.

He prayed, begged to the gods, ‘Please don’t take her away…’ to the Emperor to bring her back to him. He couldn’t lose her, just couldn’t even stand the thought of not having Yona by his side. She was finally starting to grow, standing up, becoming the Princess he knew laid dormant inside, and his promise to get her home again, it wasn’t fulfilled yet! Even after all the harrowing events that had led them to this point, this was the first time that Hak couldn’t breathe.

Why couldn’t he foresee these kinds of events? Why can’t he seem to protect her when she needs him the most, first at the castle, the cliffs, and now here? All he could ever do right was deal with the aftermath and consequences. Yes, he’ll find a way to save her and he didn’t give a damn if anyone tried to stop him. He’d cut them down too.

Hak unleashes his anger at the stone as soon as the villagers tell him where to dig and by god he was going to get to her in time! ‘Hold on Princess!’ It was like an inhuman strength fell into his body as he bashed at the rock, swinging and destroying the wall that separated him from her and his friends. No matter if it was a few inches or several feet of rock, it would bow to his will.

And when he finally broke through, the relief at seeing her unharmed let all the anguish drain away. His ailing and aching body was heaving from the extraneous work, but it was over. “Princess!” Hak drops the axe, rushing up and grabbing her, wrapping his body around her tiny frame holding so tightly she couldn’t move if she wanted to. He didn’t even have the strength left to cry. She was safe, that was all that mattered.

Each day that passed by on their journey through the Kouka Kingdom, she noticed that the way Hak was behaving slowly began to change. He was always the sarcastic pain, teasing her and annoying her whenever the opportunity presented itself but still, the thing that confused her was his clinginess. In the past, it seemed he did anything he could not to touch her or be too close and yet now, sometimes she couldn’t get rid of him.

Sure, after the incident at the Blue Dragon’s village and his promise to stick by her side, it made sense, but it had begun before that. And what about the way he touched her, grabbed her? Like at the entrance of Fuuga when he had asked if she was ready to pay with her body, though she had no idea what he meant. Or how about the cliff’s when he’d pinned her against the wall and she thought he was going to kiss her.

The list could go on and on and slowly she began to understand what some of it meant, or at least the weird feelings it was triggering in her. In Awa, as he licked the honey from her hand, looking as if he was enjoying it way more than just for the sweet taste… Her body heated up and maybe deep down she was enjoying it too. No, she shakes her head, Hak was just her friend, someone that protected her. He was staying close just to make sure she was safe, that’s all.

Yona couldn’t fully grasp why he was behaving this way. The others would sometimes make comments about it, they, even strangers asking, assuming she and Hak were together. But she would deny it, and so would he, most of the time. She remembered his reaction to Kija trying to pay him to leave, furious that the guy dared to separate them. But things only worsened after Jae-Ha joined their little travelling band. That flirty pervert really got on Hak’s nerves anytime he got too close to her.

But the one thing she did understand was if this was his way of showing he cared for her life and for her safety, at least it was comforting. She knew that no matter what lay in their path, nor battle they needed to fight, Hak would always be there to protect her. And if that meant putting up with his bizarre behavior, well then it was a small price to pay.

Okay, and maybe it wasn’t so bad to have his attention focused on her. She may not know the ways of the world yet, but she was starting to see the way that women looked at him, or even looked at her with jealousy.

Hak was getting tired of all of Jae-ha’s teasing. Yes, he gets it, everyone can see how he feels about the Princess, except apparently her, but it’s something he’s been dealing with for… let’s just say too long. It was all complicated, they had grown up together, practically their entire lives spent around each other so maybe it was simply a matter of convenience that he had fallen for her while she on the other hand still couldn’t get over her pining for the man who had tried to kill her.

That was a lie. There were other pretty girls around him, willing to throw themselves at his feet but none of them had ever gotten him to turn his head in their direction. He didn’t even know why he had fallen for Yona in the first place. A childhood felicity turned crush became a deep seeded yearning for the Princess even though most days, she acted like such a spoiled brat. Yona was beautiful, no doubt, probably the most lovely female ever to grace their kingdom.

God help him every time Yona said something that could be misconstrued like oh I’ll just nestle closer to you if it’s cold, if only she knew what such words could do to a man. But he couldn’t get upset over it when she was saying it with the childlike innocence that made her the sweetheart that she was. He wished she could understand without changing that side of her.

On the flip side, as much as he loved the purity, as her courage grew, and her individuality and strength increased, have mercy, this only served to drive his arousal up tenfold. It was getting harder to hold back those feelings. Hak was a man of action after all, and it only made sense that such métier would peak his interest, especially coming from her. And what he wanted, was to help her see her dreams through of serving her people. To become the true ruler of Kouka with the grace that her father had instilled in her coupled with the fire her ancestor bestowed upon her by the Gods. A balance, a force from heaven so to speak to restore order and peace in their lands.

It might have been fate that brought them together. The orphaned boy who because of who had adopted him led to his meeting the Princess. A boy who became a general and tribal leader with the skills worthy of being deemed the protector of said Princess. Did the Gods know she would need someone to guide her, care for her until she was ready to meet her destiny? If one believed Ik-su, their lives had been pre-destined long before their births.

Either way, be it providence or simply luck of the draw, what was done was done and it boiled down to one simple fact, this boy was in love with this girl.

Yona wasn’t sure at what point Hak was no longer just her friend or bodyguard but something else entirely because there was no dramatic shift in their relationship, at least not one single point in time that she could say, there, that’s when it happened. But it did change during their travels and by the time they had made it to Shisen, Yona was seeing him in a different light, one familiar and yet so completely unlike the feeling she was used to.

With Soo-Won it was almost as if she had convinced herself of being in love with him. Fawning in a juvenile longing over a boy that really did nothing to reciprocate her feelings only treating her like the little sister he never had. Maybe she had swayed her heart towards him, he being the only other royal she knew, and when you grow up being told you needed to marry a royal, it made sense to latch on to a convenient choice.

Hak on the other hand was always around too, just as much and more than Soo-Won. Why hadn’t she considered him? Well, he wasn’t a royal as he had so bluntly pointed out in their formative years, but he had always been in line for General, the highest position in a tribe, wouldn’t that be similar, she had once thought so.

Of course, he was always picking on her, making fun of her or teasing her… but then again… he still looked after her, made sure she was okay, safe, even kept her secrets. Hak would whine and then do what she wanted, they would fight and then make up again. Neither seemingly capable of turning the other away. And, he was the one person she would always run to, even as a child…

She didn’t want to admit he had been right, what he had said at the gates of Fuuga, that once they became fugitives and he was no longer the General of the Wind tribe, he had no obligation to protect her. She had forced herself onto him, but he could have refused, slipping away somewhere safe and sound, and yet he continued to put his life on the line for her.

And now look at the situation, the one she had first given her heart to, killed her father and ordered her execution, but the one who deserved her heart, who showed time and time again how much he had earned it, was the one she hadn’t chosen. Until now. Her soul warmed to the realization that Hak was the one who truly deserved her heart and she was ready, at least on the inside, to give it to him.

But now she wasn’t sure what to do about these newly found emotions. She wasn’t ready to tell him how she felt yet, when they had so many other things to focus on, like surviving. Yona knew she was already a burden on Hak, and no, this just wasn’t the right time. Eventually she’ll have to, when she was ready, maybe, even if it had to wait until their Kingdom had been restored.

She knew it was necessary for them to go their separate ways, it would be faster in order to stop the attack on Xing, and it’s not like she wanted to be away from Hak, nor would he like the idea either. If something were to happen to her he would no doubt tear this Kingdom apart in his grief. But she couldn’t take him in case she ran into the one person she knew Hak wanted dead.

“Hak, you go ahead over to the wind tribe first. I will slow-down Soo-Won’s, the Sky tribe’s army’s.”

“You know you’re not going anywhere without me, right?” Min-Soo offers to accompany her and Algira but that isn’t good enough. He reaches out, “Wait a moment, you think I’m going to let you go alone?!”

“Just go. The Wind tribe is surely waiting for you Hak. I might not be able to do much, but I’m going to try doing what I can so that I won’t have any regrets. And, then we’ll go and meet with the four dragons, Yoon, and Ao. Okay?” smiling big. “I’ll just be gone for a little bit!”

“I,” lowering his head, “understand. I’ll be waiting.”

“Hak…” clutching at his hood, Yona pulls him down for a quick kiss. Hak is so surprised that he can only stare down at her wide eyed, even after it ends, his mind blank. “Well,” she blushes, stunned with herself, and turns to leave, “I’ll be going now…”

As soon as she was in the carriage heading to seek out Tae-Jun’s assistance, Yona puts her head down to mull over what she just did. Something in her body propelled her forward before her mind could even process why, she had reached out and pulled Hak into that kiss. What was she thinking when she saw how sad he looked, that in case she never saw him again, he would hopefully know how she felt? That she didn’t want to leave, and it was a promise to come back to him?

In all the years she had been in love with Soo-Won never once had she even considered acting upon her emotions and yet today with Hak, she had done just that. The inclination to want to feel his lips against hers flowed so smoothly and easily that after it was done, and her brain had caught up with her actions, only then did it hit her. ‘Oh my god I kissed Hak!’

What was Hak thinking now? She hadn’t stuck around to find out but based on the stupefied look on his face, his mind had probably blanked out. He was always the one to tease her, touching her, and doing other perverted things, but when the act was committed on him, he reacted strangely. What if he didn’t like it? He had pulled back didn’t he, ‘maybe he’s gonna be mad at me now!’ Clutching her face in horror, ‘No! I need to focus right now but, please don’t let him be mad at me because I…’

Why was it so hard to admit it, to get the words, ‘I want to say out of my mouth?’ Maybe that was part of the reason for the kiss, to act without words, to convey how much she wanted him to always be with her, in any way, shape, or form, for the rest of their lives…

“Hak I’m sorry about yesterday!”

“Why are you apologizing?”

“I’m sorry… I overheard your conversation with the people of the Wind tribe. I’ve always felt like I stole you away from the Wind tribe, and what’s more you have, you have a fiancée.”

“Fiancée? Ahh, you mean Ayame. I see, that’s why you were pushing me to go back, and said that stuff about returning my freedom?”

“Yeah but, I don’t think that you’re unneeded or anything like that, it’s just that, you’re very precious to me, so, stay with me…”

‘I can’t take this anymore!’ “What’s with that, I told you, didn’t I? Many times! I won’t leave you! Like hell I’d leave you!! And that’s not because I feel obligated not to. Get that through your head already!! The place I go home to is here!!”

“I’m sorry…”

“I accompanied you, was overwhelmed by your strength and passion, and decided to live for you. The pride of serving someone… The one who taught me that was you!!”

“Hak…” wiping away the tears. “You might have been exasperated by all the things I’ve said but, can I ask you one thing?”

“Yes?”

“What will you do about Ayame?”

“Ugh,” running his hand over his face. “Look I don’t like being at the center of misunderstandings, so I’ll just say this…” Facing her directly once more. “The one I like is you damn it!!!”

“Eh?”

“Don’t ‘Eh’ me!! I said Ayame has a partner already. I like you and I don’t have a fiancée goddammitt!! I'm tired out for today!! Have you understood everything?”

“Y-yes…”

“Great! Ahhhh! Much better.” Hak walks away standing tall and feeling lighter than he ever has after releasing all that weight from his heart leaving a bewildered and bright red Yona sitting there to process what just happened.

After wolfing down dinner, Hak settles onto his bedroll and closes his eyes. He felt so much more relaxed that the burden of hiding his feelings for Yona would no longer be necessary. It was out in the open, with witnesses, she heard him loud and clear, and it looked like she understood every word he had spouted. Sigh, he had buried those emotions down for so long… Would he be able to carry on as if nothing had changed?

He still wasn’t sure what her opinion was or how she may feel now, even that kiss back in Saika, was there a meaning behind it? Yona has kissed him so smoothly, casually… He wanted to be angry that she had pulled such a thing on him but, it also didn’t make sense since she wasn’t one to act in that manner. How many times over the years he would tell her to just confess to Soo-Won how she felt and yet she was too embarrassed.

How, when did the Princess develop the courage to up and kiss him? He could ask her, but chances were greater that she would clam up in embarrassment again. That girl, so innocent and childlike and yet for all his physical strength she was so much stronger than he. In a relatively short time, he watched her go from broken to a force of the heavens and it only made him want to be with her, in whatever capacity he could take, for the rest of their lives…

Things couldn’t be more dangerous as they were right now for Yona and the growing opposition to Soo-Won’s position. It seemed as his master plans slowly fell apart and the Princess’ supporters grew in both number and title, so too did the attacks in order to maintain the power he had taken by force. And this latest battle was no different, with the resistance force defeating and pushing back the royal army but not without casualties… including Yona.

She had been hurt before in fights, but never this grave, and that left everyone on high alert for if the Princess were to die, so was the hope of saving Kouka Kingdom. Yoon did his best assuring their group that she was by no means at deaths door, but it would be tenuous for some time, and that her unconsciousness was due to her bodies attempt at healing. And so, they waited, the dragons taking turns guarding her tent and their campsite, Jae-ha, surprisingly falling back into a leadership role like he served in Awa. It helped to keep their spirits high, and their progress from slipping but Hak was beside himself and refused to leave Yona’s bedside.

Two days later, Yona finally opens her eyes and turns her head to see Hak sleeping next to her, still clutching her hand, and a weak smile crosses her face. All she can tell is it must be nighttime and if it wasn’t for the moonlight, Yona may not have known it was even him. Who was she kidding, sighing in her head, who else would it be? Slipping her hand from his grasp, “Hak?” she whispers caressing his face with the small amount of strength she can muster.

His brows furrow and eyes pop open. “Princess?!” Hak’s so happy to see she’s awake, he forgets himself and hugs to her prone body, repeating her name over and over as the tears he had been holding back finally stream down his face.

“Hak…” she repeats, cradling and caressing the back of his head as tears of her own pool in her eyes, “it’s okay Hak…”

“No!” sobbing aloud, “it’s not okay! You shouldn’t have gotten hurt, this is my fault, I didn’t protect you…”

“You know that’s not true,” voice soft and serene, “Hak you can’t be everywhere, I should have protected myself better.”

“Yes, it is. I know Zeno did his best, but there were too many attackers, so I shouldn’t have left your side,” clutching at the bedding and burying his face deeper into the fabric. “What if… There’s no way I could go on if I lost you…”

Yona’s heart skips and her body flushes, but unlike before, a sense of peace washes over her. She stops caressing his head, “Hak, please look at me…” A few seconds pass, but he finally lifts his face to look at her and what he sees is such a tranquil expression, it calms him instantly. She smiles and places her hand against his cheek, “I love you.”

“Prin…cess…”

Like a repeat of their first, Yona clasps both of his cheeks and pulls the dazed man closer and settles her lips against his in a soft kiss, repeating those three little words upon their release. Hak props himself up and rolls to his side, still stupefied, touching where her lips had left their lingering warmth. Yona lightly giggles at seeing her tough man acting like a confused little boy. “Hak, you’re not dreaming,” taking hold of his hand, “I said I love you, I have for awhile now, I just couldn’t get the words to come out.”

He looks at her, “You waited until you almost died to tell me this!” Face palm, “I swear you enjoy torturing me.”

Pouting, “I do not,” growing into a grin, “well maybe sometimes, and that’s only because you do it to me!”

Laughing, “we’re both kind of idiots aren’t we,” sigh, “you know if we hadn’t been pushed out of Hiryuu Castle, I would have taken my feelings to the grave.”

“And I would have never realized that it’s you who I should have given my heart to, not him. I don’t know if I deserve you, but Hak, you definitely deserve me, a thousand times over for everything you’ve done for me.”

“Princess…”

“Yona.”

“Y-you want me to call you Yona? But…”

“Hak, if we do take back Hiryuu Castle, and if I regain my position, will you… be my King?”

“You’re serious?” she nods. “You can’t be… I’m not King material...”

“Oh, so would you rather I marry someone else?”

“No.”

“Well then, I guess you have no choice.”

“Why do I feel like I was just blackmailed?”

“You don’t need to decide now, Hak…”

“Idiot, of course I’d marry you! King or not, I don’t want anyone else to have you!”

“Then it’s settled,” patting his arm, “now go back to sleep.” She closes her eyes, a smile on her face.

Hak narrows his eyes, ‘this little…’ “Yona?”

“Hmm,” peaking at him. “Did…” before she can say anything more, Hak had swooped in and crashed his lips roughly against hers, gaining a small squeak out of the young woman. After the initial shock, Yona melts into the kiss, lifting her head to add pressure, and her fingers threading into his hair while Hak cups the back of her neck to lend support and keeps himself propped up to her side.

A deep rumble in his chest breaks the still of the air, to be answered by a purr of her own and when they finally break from the kiss, Hak keeps his forehead leaning against hers. “Should we tell the others?” she asks quietly.

“We can worry about that tomorrow, but since it was droopy-eye’s turn to guard, he probably already knows.”

They hear a ‘Tch’ coming from outside and Yona giggles, “You’re probably right.”

“Now,” he gives her a small peck, “time for you to get more rest,” settling on his side and closing his eyes. “Good night, Yona.”

“Good night,” yawn, “Hak.” As she closes her eyes, Yona utters a small prayer of thanks to the Gods for the angel beside her and for some reason, she knows everything is going to be alright.

“Yona?” there is a knock at her door, “Are you ready to go down to the temple?” Her mind is jostled out of the memories she had just been daydreaming about, their childhood, all the struggles, how they’d finally overcame their hearts…

“Oh, yes I am Yoon. Is Hak on his way?”

“Yes, Jae-Ha is escorting him.”

“Alright, I’ll be out in a minute…”

And now here they were, about to be married, a new Queen and her King. Everything was ready for the wedding and coronation ceremonies happening that afternoon. Guests had been arriving over the past week, all the food was being prepared, flowers and decorations set up. But as excited as they both were for their future together, Yona and Hak were also nervous. They each sit in separate rooms, their kimono’s on, Yona’s hair and makeup done, now all that remained was to wait until they were called upon.

This had been such a long journey for the two, if you counted back to the beginning. So many memories stemming over their lifetimes starting as childhood friends and ending at the beginning of their adulthood. Good times, bad times, hardships, and times of happiness. And while they sat in their rooms, awaiting the next step of this journey, the memories of how they got here flowed through like an endless river.

Their childhoods filled with playing on the castle grounds, oh how Hak loved to tease her when they played, like that time he scared the hell out of her during hide and seek, and yet whenever she was scared, he was also the one she ran to for comfort. It wasn’t until she was older that she realized how improper it may have been to sleep next to him, but at the time, if it helped the nightmares to go away, so it didn’t seem like that big of a deal.

It must have been inevitable that her father would choose Hak to be her bodyguard considering they were often with each other, and even from a young age, he had proven himself to be a skilled warrior worthy of protecting a Princess. But if you counted the fact they also bickered constantly, no, back then it didn’t make a whole lot of sense to her and it was much later after the promise was made that she found out, Hak had originally turned down the position. If he had said no once, what made him say yes, the second time? Had that encounter with Tae-Jun made such a big impact on his decision?

All Yona knew, was that if Hak was a pain before that moment, she could have sworn his sarcasm and teasing only escalated after it, and it drove her crazy. He was so quick witted, making fun of her looks, her size, her intellect, nothing got past him, and wasn’t afraid to say things even in front of her own father, the Emperor! She had no idea why he would act that way. Well okay, so maybe she fueled some of it, taking advantage and using him for her own devises. Hind sight is easier to help one see why things may have happened a certain way.

But if there was one thing she was sure of now, is that when she needed him most, Hak was the only one to take her side, no questions asked, with a fierce loyalty that was unmatched even by the Dragons born to protect her. That night of her father’s death, and when her innocence was shattered forever, Hak was the dark angel who saved her. When the Fire tribe soldiers had them cornered on the cliffs, again, he put his own life before hers, and it ignited a blazing virtue in her own soul.

And yet, the first time she saw Hak truly get scared was not during an actual battle but when they were looking for the Blue Dragons and the tunnel had trapped them. She herself was afraid of never seeing him again, but the look on his face when he broke through, and the way he hugged her so tightly afterwards, he really had been terrified. It was a new side to Hak that was starting to draw her in closer.

Yes, somewhere along the way she had started to look at Hak through the eyes of a lover. She wanted him, craved his company and attention. She would get irritated if other females were around or made any moves to get close to him, and when he’d turn them down it made her feel better, relieved.

Having those feelings bottled up only made situations start get a little awkward or it would cause them to behave in ways that confused each other. Like the first time she kissed him or when he confessed his feelings for her. Actions triggered by raw emotions that bubbled in their hearts waiting for freedom.

Too bad it took a long time for them to adjust to these feelings. You could blame inexperience, naivety, just the circumstances that surrounded them as the reasons. I mean, it is difficult to worry about liking someone when you need to put more effort into simply surviving. Now she can laugh about it, but it was a weird timing to tell a guy you loved him after you almost died.

But, looking back at it all, Yona, Hak, neither would trade those precious moments or memories for anything in the world. Their lives before her Sixteenth birthday were fun times despite the bickering and the tragedy that came afterwards had led them to the greatest gift either could have ever asked for. Lifetime friendships, adventure, and a love that will stand the tests of time.

~~xx~~

“… I have waited so long for this moment little miss,” Zeno whispers, smiling as he guides Yona towards the man she was about to marry. “I’m glad you are my new Queen.”

“Thank you, Zeno,” taking a deep breath, Yona smiles at how regal Hak looked in his ceremonial kimono, flanked by the dragons and Yoon that is was all so surreal. “It’s almost too good to be true but we made it here…”

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