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izartn · 7 months

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I'm craving good het romance, as one does from time to time. Where do I find good fantasy not only romance het pairings. Where is my queer het plot!!!

Has anyone some book or manga recs? Preferably something finished please, I don't want to suffer waiting to the author to complete or abandon the story or of they're gonna be canon XD

EDIT after list is written: Okay. This post has officially become my list of what kind and why of het pairings I like. You've been officially warned. (Also a rec list of what to read/watch?) Trying to avoid spoilers.

Also more than half of this list is about teen me readings, I really need to seek out books and Manga bc wow. Very teen me, and I think that I've outgrown their canons even if the ship dynamic is also that still compels me.

I like:

CANON

El/Orion from the Scholomance. Whenever Orion gets a bit of focus I'm just. Oh wow (if you read between the lines he's so simple and so fucking unhinged at the same time). El extremely denying any vibes until last moment, but also falling extremely hard. Them both being such a battle couple/pair in general.

Whatever you can call what Agatha has going on with her two beaus in Girl Genius. They're all three of them so crazy competent and gone for each other too.

Yona/Hak and her vibes with Soo-won too (that foils thing she has with him is perfect and usually handled to male charas only, I'm biting my arm) (the loyalty thing with Hak and the way he pulls her higher too) (just the frustrated ot3 vibes of it all).

Jang Uk and Naksu|Cho Yeong in season 1. Their devoted and unhinged vibes destroyed me, I loved them. They were perfect, they only needed a bit more physicality. Season 2 defanged Yeong way way too much (in favor of uwu and blegh, let the woman cut off heads) and I didn't like the postponed angst and romance without knowing her identity.

Iron Widow OT3, which look. Wu Zetian rules even when she misses and nukes a city and everything is fantastically creepy and the guys lovely developed charas too with very different personalities and backstories

Tana and Gavriel from the Coldest Girl in Coldtown. (and this one also has threesome vibes with Aiden, uh) I like it when she is driven to do whatever it needs doing be it save her ex or her sister, or killing an ancient vampire in the company of another midly crazed vamp who is also very devoted to her and rediscovering life. Also the whole aesthetic and vibes of this one fucks.

Kate and August in Monsters of Verity duology. Dark dystopic urban fantasy and monster/human plus tragedy plus narrativelt active morally complex fem protags? I was obssesed with it when it came out.

Kaguya and Shirogane, but specifically if they weren't so innocent. Their chemistry is super fun, but I want something a bit more grown up and less teen panic. See also, me at 11 being obssesed with Blair/Chuck vibes in season 1 and 2 of Gossip Girl.

I'm on a roll. I loved Gilbert/Anne both in the 80's series and in Anne with an e. Obvious rivals to lovers where the guy respects her intelligence and she also has to have a whole arc about herself before realising she likes him.

I remember being bewitched by Lyra and Will once upon a time when I read the Golden Compass trilogy. Same re:Nathaniel and Kitty from Bartimaeus despite these two never having comfirmed anything just tragic unfulfilled potential.

Bipa and Aer from La Emperatriz de los Etéreos de Laura Gallego; theyre my fave pairing of hers and one of the only ones I didn't grew distant from as I grew out of her books. She's so practical and also kind and warm hearted, and he has the head on the clouds and is also completely out of this world in a familiar way. (this is me identitying with the guy who only appears like. A quarter of the whole novel bc he has been trying to give himself over to a lovecraftian alien soul-eater blue star while Bipa has to do all the journey to bring him back and destroy said blue star). Laura Gallego is wild.

NOT CANON

Younger me also enjoyed Artemis/Holly, not sorry at all for that one. He's so gone for her as a person and she's so out of his league (bc of their ages, bc of their species, their incompatible moralities up to the last books, etc, etc). Unfulfilled longing that makes you want to be a better person, the ship.

Soul/Maka on the other hand have super married vibes despite nothing ever being official and I love them and want to set on fire all the fic there's is about them bc it's general romcom / modern setting without that battle partnership and soul trust + domesticity I love. Also extremely teen but alas.

Yatori from Noragami bc I love tragedy specifically and human/gods relationships are fascinating. Even if it's unfinished. Even if it's out of focus somewhat.

Bellamy/Clarke from the 100 for all of the three seasons I saw before abandoning the series. The plot was unsmokeable but their relationship perfectly done. I was resigned to a boring romance with Finn and bam. Complex relationships, Clarke being bi with Lexa, parallel leaderships arcs, etc. Oh wow.

When someone bothers to write Aredhel/Celegorm on her PoV and it hits incredibly HARD. Damn. Whether aroallo or full-romo. Let post rebirth Aredhel be wild and Celegorm reckon with the knowledge of what wrong he almost brought to Luthien given Aredhel. Aredhel loving Lomion despite everything and loving disaster Celegorm, but not forgetting what they did, the awkward bonding between Maeglin and Celegorm as two former bad guys. Or them avoiding a bad ending and dying together fighting on the First Age before the Second Kinslaying. Playful times in Valinor pre-darkening.

ESPECIAL MENTION

I loved Laini Taylor characters and worldbuilding but her love at first sight kind of romances left me cool which is sad given I liked like everything else about her stories. Including the two characters involved on the romances, but not the romances per se. I guess I'm too aroace to believe first sight as anything reasonable in a serious plot even with the fairy tale vibes her stories have lol.

I also love Reylo vibes and symbolism but hated what they did on the last movie with them and I'm weirdly unable to read much fic of them. So...

#my thoughts #recs #but also me ranting about my fave ot3 with het or otp het pairings #and discovering it's either extremely ruthless driven and morally grey fem chara who is tired of this shit #x her equally driven and ruthless partner who is also so so tired of this shit and all in with her shaneaningans #(maybe he's a bit softer than her having already tried it the hard way but he still loves her and they're both driven crazy by the world so)#or either book-ish and intellectual girl x her rival or childhood friend with whom she has a mutual understanding despite themselves #they adore each other but they realise it later #lmfao #my two sides: very angry at the world VS very intellectual and a bit passive-aggressive. FIGHT #also some exceptions but they mostly follow some of these archetypes which. yeah.

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mara-xx217 · 2 years

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My Partner's Thoughts on Dbd Killers

I asked my girl's opinion on all our favorite stinky boys and girls. This was her responses.

Evan Macmillian/The Trapper

"Ohh... nice butt and legs!"

Adorable

Wait... He's name is Evan?! 😂

Philip Ojomo/The Wraith

Okay, I love how awkward he looks

He looks stronk

I want those dainty legs 😔

Max Thompson Jr./The Hillbilly

"I wanna have a beer with him, King of the Hill style."

Idk what that means 😭

Sally Smithson/The Nurse

"She just wants to be pretty"

Looks proud

Good showmanship

"Sally must see herself as a misunderstood angel..."

Anna/The Huntress

"She would make a lesbian happy. She would make me happy!"

"Carry me!"

Appreciates her mask

Michael Myers

"I was rooting for him in Halloween kills."

Lisa Sherman/The Hag

"I wanna dress her up!"

Wants to feed her and treat her like a pet

Herman Carter/The Doctor

(In his Anger Management costume) I LIKE HIS POCKET WATCH

"He's very dapper!"

Hyde and Hannibal mix

Bubba Sawyer/Leatherface

"Give that boy a Mountain Dew and an Xbox!"

"Let him be a kid!"

Freddy Krueger

"Ew."

We both hate that they made him a you-know-what in the remake

Amanda Young/The Pig

"Babe! She reminds me of YOU!"

Me: ???

Would like a more put together costume

"Imagine a saw killer coming at you in their McDonald's uniform SMH 😒

Kenneth Hawk/The Clown

"I love his face."

Goofer

Should have been a male dominatrix

Gut is adorable

(in Mr. Puddles costume) notices the ass is ripped out "HA! I bet he had to take a shit in it! I hope he learned a valuable lesson lol"

Also hopes he uses a voice in Puddles getup

(loves the chicken suit and adds) "It would be funny if he scratched his ass in front of a KFC"

Rin Yamaoka/The Spirit

Sad :(

She tried so hard

Doesn't deserve to suffer

Feels bad all around

Legion/F.J.S.J. (it's a fucking mess lol)

Ships Susie and Huntress

Julie wants to be with Susie but can't and just tags along awkwardly

Frank is in it for himself and tries to have the most fun

Good design

Joey always the friend on discord (with Frank)

Joey and Frank are bros

Joey wants to be with Julie

Adris/The Plague

"It's hard imagining her wanting to kill people."

Thinks the Entity forces her to do it

Thinks she doesn't want to do the killing

No intent on her behalf

"She's the Entity's puppet"

Danny Johnson/Ghostface

"He totally made a deal with the Entity"

Likes his in-menu animations

"I think he wants to be found (when stalking/killing)"

Plays mind games

Has too much fun

Demogorgon

A good boy

wants to fuck him

Kazan Yamaoka/The Oni

Least fleshed out

Likes the cut of his jib

Caleb Quinn/The Deathslinger

"I love a good hunter"

Admires his showmanship

Embodies the West

"The best bounty hunter"

Talbot Grimes/The Blight

"HE'S FUCKING HYDE!"

"AND I'M ANGRY ABOUT IT!!"

"AND OFFENDED!"

Should have just called him "Hyde" SMH

Charolotte & Victor/The Twins

Would love to see them in a sitcom

Enter "two and a half people" joke

Only a killer because they are conjoined twins

Ji-Woon Hak/The Trickster

"A perfect 10/10"

Women would let him kill him

Carmina/The Artist

"I feel a kinship with her."

She is my dysphoria

@prettycutebunny

@randomyklol

@kennbb

@furanshinufuransu

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unpeumacabre · 4 years

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my kingdom for a horse: epilogue

the year is 1601, a messenger has been sent to dongnae, and he has not returned. lord cho-hak-ju advises the joseon king to send crown prince lee chang to dongnae to investigate, but the plot he unravels there threatens the safety of the entire kingdom, and the stability of the dynasty.

a rewriting of kingdom, and lee chang finds love.

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Lee Chang/Yeong-shin

Read on AO3 (bc tumblr might mess up the formatting + more extensive author’s notes on the story)

Count: 4k

<-- previous

(included my author’s notes at the end this time since this is the epilogue, and i had a lot of feels lol)

“He was a brave man,” Lee Chang says softly. The girl stares quietly down at the square of blue fabric, slightly stained with blood – even though he had scrubbed and scrubbed, the guard’s blood had not faded – and she says nothing.

The guard’s wife has her hands around the girl’s shoulders, and she herself shakes with the force of her crying.

“He was a brave man,” he says again, more gently, and the two of them look up at him. There are tears trailing down the face of the girl, now, and she grips the talisman tightly in her chubby hands. “We found his body again from where we had buried it, and we would like to arrange the funeral for him. He will be given every honour that befits him, for he died to save my life, and I will be eternally grateful to him for his sacrifice.”

“Your Highness,” the woman says, but she cannot continue. Tears choke her throat and render her next words unintelligible. Lee Chang waits patiently for her to compose herself.

“Your Highness, thank you,” she finally whispers, throat hoarse with her tears. “Thank you for bringing Mun-pyo back to us. Thank you for your generosity.”

“Don’t thank me,” Lee Chang says uncomfortably. “It is the least I could do. You have lost the breadwinner of your household, and so it is only right that I give you enough to support yourself and your family. Please – no - ” He catches onto her forearms as she attempts to lower herself in a bow.

“Take it as the fulfilment of my debt to your dear husband,” he says to her, as she lifts her tear-stained face to his in bewilderment, “for I owe him my life.”

***

When he returns to his chambers, he is exhausted, both physically and mentally. The day had been spent meeting and speaking to the families of the three guards who had died to save his life, all those weeks ago when they had been journeying to Dongnae. The men had left behind two wives, two daughters and one son between them, and an aged mother who had broken down completely when told of her son’s death. Lee Chang had arranged for gifts of gold and silk to be given to the families, in compensation for the loss of their men, and for the old lady, he had given her care over to the girl who had given him information in Naesonjae. She was an orphan, all alone, and the two women had taken to each other immediately. The girl herself he had given employ in the palace, under the eye of a lady-in-waiting he knew to be kind and just.

Lee Seung-hui had been found in the dungeons of Hanyang, in one of the dark, damp cells buried deep within the surface, with the basest of criminals as his cellmates. Eventually, under strict and torturous questioning by Commander Min, he had cracked, and finally admitted his motivations for spreading the disease. It turned out that, three years ago, the event that had ended the war had been the formation of a large corps of monsters from the sick people of Sumang village – a plot devised by Cho Hak-ju, and carried out by Lee Seung-hui. It had been fear of exposure of the part the physician had had to play in such a dastardly plot, that Cho Hak-ju had used to coerce Lee Seung-hui into beginning yet another epidemic that had eventually devastated the south.

“One of the men was desperate, and ate the flesh of one of the monsters I was conducting my studies on,” Physician Lee had told the commander. “Then we found that it was eating their flesh that transmitted the plague far more effectively than infecting them manually. Lord Cho wanted to use that to his advantage, to create a distraction in the south that would draw His Majesty’s attention away from his plans in Hanyang. And he had hoped…” Here, the physician’s eyes had wandered towards Lee Chang, who had been standing unobtrusively in the background and watching the interrogations. “He had hoped that one of the monsters would keep the Crown Prince occupied in the south, far away from Hanyang, and that eventually, he would be killed.”

Lee Chang had exhaled then. Finally, the pieces were falling into place. Finally, he understood all.

He had granted Lee Seung-hui the mercy of death, a quick, private death at the hands of Commander Min’s sword. It seemed the thing to do, for the physician no longer wanted to live, and indeed, seemed to have gone half-mad with anguish and self-flagellation at having been the cause of so many deaths. He did not tell Seo-bi of anything he had learned in their interrogations, choosing to spare her the cruelty of the truth, and told her instead that he had died in prison from exhaustion.

He rather thinks she knows something of the truth, but chooses not to pry further. She is perfectly happy in her ignorance.

Lord Ahn Hyeon had also been implicated in the events of the war by the physician’s testimony, and at first, Lee Chang had not known what to think of his former master. The news had brought him anger and betrayal, at first, terrible anger, and a feeling that he had not truly known the man to whom he had looked up his entire life. That this man had been capable of such brutality and mercilessness towards his fellow countrymen had been something Lee Chang had been unable to reconcile with the gentle but stern guardian figure of his youth.

Then, after his initial grief, he had calmed himself, and thought more rationally. It was likely that Cho Hak-ju had been the mastermind of such a scheme, as he alone had the sly, ruthless mind that would have thought of such a plan. Furthermore, reading between the lines of the physician’s testimony, it had apparently taken days for Lord Ahn Hyeon to give in to Cho Hak-ju’s wheedling, and for him to agree to sacrificing the villagers of Sumang village. It had clearly been something he had been unwilling to do.

Lee Chang had forgiven him somewhat, then. He knows that he himself knows nothing of war, real war, despite his experiences in the south – the desperation of fighting against an enemy they had had no chance of triumphing over, the terrible choice they had had to make – sick villagers in Sumang, or the lives of the rest of the Joseon people.

Besides, it turned out to be a moot point in the end. Lee Chang had received a missive a few days after his coronation that had informed him that Lord Ahn Hyeon had passed peacefully in his sleep, the day prior. He had collapsed from stress and overwork, and it was found that he had been suffering from a chronic disease of which the cure was unknown. It had been a quiet, pain-free death, by all accounts, and a fitting end to the dignified and noble man whose only stain on his perfect reputation was something that two people in the entire world knew.

Speaking of ghosts from the past, Beom-pal had turned up in the capital the day before the coronation. Lee Chang remembers the encounter with a kind of resigned amusement. The man had had an unlucky encounter with a troupe of monsters, which had forced him to live in a cave behind a waterfall for weeks until he had been rescued inadvertently by soldiers sent from the capital to clear out the remaining monsters in the south. Beom-pal had emerged a hardened man, lean and fit, with little of the spoiled naïve Haewon Cho scion he had been before still in him.

Lee Chang had promoted him to Minister for Taxation, and summarily fired the previous one on the spot.

“I need support from those who once supported Cho Hak-ju,” he had explained later, drinking tea with the Minister for War, now a good friend and staunch ally of his, “and who better to bring them on my side than the last remaining member of the Haewon Cho clan? Besides, Minister Han was not to my taste. It was as good a reason as any to dismiss him.”

The man is indeed a far better minister than his predecessor, for he learns quickly and now knows how to carry out his duties in a manner that pleases Lee Chang. He still chases after Seo-bi, however, something that never fails to amuse Lee Chang whenever Seo-bi visits him and, with extreme confusion and worry, describes a new malady that Beom-pal has acquired in the past few days and needed her assistance with.

“First it was an infection of a cut on his hand, next a burn on his thigh, and now gonorrhoea,” she reports with obvious distress. “I worry for his health. He must take better care of himself!”

Lee Chang wonders how someone can be so intelligent, and yet so dense at the same time.

For she is indeed bright, and using her intelligence to great ends. Using their experiences in the south and the select few live monsters the soldiers had been commanded to bring back for her, she has been studying the disease that creates the monsters.

Lee Chang misses her dry wit and sharp tongue, honestly – for the past few days she has been gone, visiting the Yalu River to investigate a potential breeding ground for the resurrection plants, but he reminds himself that she is due back any day soon, and that reassures him.

Mu-yeong and his wife are now living in the palace, happily caring for their child, and spending all their days in oblivious marital bliss. It is almost impossible to be around Mu-yeong these days, for all his attention is – rightfully so – completely and wholeheartedly devoted to his wife and child. And so Lee Chang has been forced to take on another, lesser personage as his guard, a younger man who had been Mu-yeong’s protégé and good friend.

He is finding the lack of petty thievery of his daily desserts strangely vexing. Perhaps he will pay a visit to Mu-yeong’s rooms one of these days, and brave the infuriating cloud of marital bliss that hangs around his chambers, just to see his old friend. They had had beef cakes for dessert the other day, after all. Lee Chang remembers that it is Mu-yeong’s dear wife’s favourite. Perhaps he will pay them a visit, one day soon.

And as for Yeong-shin…

A lump rises in Lee Chang’s throat as he thinks of Yeong-shin, and he takes another drink from his cup. The soju burns its way down his throat and brings a pleasant buzz to the edge of his senses, but it is not enough to wipe his memory.

Not that he would want to.

The past two months without Yeong-shin have been… difficult, to say the least. At first he had felt nothing, thought nothing, and busied himself entirely with the running of the country. It had been easy at that time, after all, for there were always power-hungry officials trying to latch on to the throne, and petty land disputes, and aid to be delivered to the south, to occupy his attention. His days had been packed with his duties, and so he had had little space in which to think on his lost companion. Even in the nights he had had little effort to drag up his old hurts, for exhaustion overtook him the moment he fell into bed.

But as his position became more secure, and things began clearing up in the south – and elsewhere, where he was working on resolving the famine that had been plaguing the other parts of Joseon – there came more time to think, and more time to brood.

He regretted nothing, of course. Yeong-shin would have left anyway, with or without the kiss, and Lee Chang had not wanted him to go without at least taking some piece of Lee Chang with him. But it still hurts, to know that he is not wanted.

All his life, he has felt nothing like this, and he likely never will. Their bond is one forged through the flames of death and destruction, and any other romance seems insipid and lifeless in comparison. The officials parade their daughters in front of him often, attempting to find just one who will take his fancy and force him to break his vow, but it is to no avail. The more they flutter their fans and turn their skirts and peek out demurely at him from under beautiful eyelashes, the colder he feels.

A younger him would have appreciated the attention, he supposes. A younger him would have leaped at the opportunity, would have begun a harem like his father, and his father before him, perhaps. But now he is older, and he is tired.

This will likely be his life until he dies, he thinks, and it is not an unhappy thought. He has his friends around him, and a son to coddle and teach when he grows older – and, he has sworn to himself, he will be present for this boy in a way his own father had never been for him. He will give the boy all that he wants, and if that includes his time and his love, so be it. There can be nothing too good for his son, the boy who will be the heir to his legacy.

Yet despite all that, he realises suddenly, he is painfully and terribly lonely.

The thought brings him peace, as if giving voice to his feelings is an absolution in itself, and he looks down at his cup as he fills it once more.

“To loneliness,” he says, with a bitter smile, and his voice echoes around the empty room.

“To not being lonely,” comes a voice from behind him, and a hand reaches out and takes the cup from him.

Lee Chang jerks around, his hand flying to the hilt of his sword, a thousand thoughts running through his mind. It is impossible that someone could have broken through the guards in the palace, not to mention the guard at his door – why, he’s going to kill Mu-yeong when – if – he manages to get out of this, for leaving him to be guarded by a mere youngling of a man who could not even stop one bloody intruder from breaking in –

Then he stops, and blinks. He cannot believe his eyes.

Yeong-shin throws back the drink, and wipes his mouth. He nods approvingly at the cup, and sets it back down on the table. It makes a soft thud as it makes contact with the wood.

Lee Chang’s tongue lies leaden and heavy in his mouth, and at first he cannot speak.

“You - ” he finally manages, and stops there.

Yeong-shin sits down across him, and Lee Chang’s eyes follow him, unbidden, against his will, watching as if to make sure he does not disappear on the next blink. But he remains very real, and very much not a dream.

“You need better security,” Yeong-shin says seriously, picking up the jug of soju, and pouring himself another full cup. This he downs again with a flourish, and Lee Chang watches his throat bob with the swallow. He feels a thin layer of sweat begins to form on his skin.

“You grew a beard,” Lee Chang manages, a particularly asinine contribution to the conversation.

“So did you.”

Lee Chang fingers his beard self-consciously, and does not reply.

“It suits you,” Yeong-shin says abruptly, and makes an abortive moment as if to reach for the jug of alcohol again, but he draws his hand back at the last moment, and sets the cup aside instead. There is a beat of silence.

“Where did you go?” Lee Chang asks lowly, and the rasp of his voice is grating in the silence.

Yeong-shin turns his head, so his face is cast in shadow, and all that Lee Chang can see is the line of his profile, silhouetted against the dim light from the lamp.

“Back to Sangju. To my village. To find my brother.” His knuckles are white where his fingers grip onto the wood of the table. “He is not alive,” he says bitterly. “First I searched Gongju, but the magistrate said they’d never caught a boy stealing a jade hairpin from his wife. At first I thought him to be lying, but the guards’ stories aligned with his. And so I went back to Sumang.”

Sumang, Lee Chang realises, and he feels something horrible coil up in his gut.

“What did you find?” he asks, his voice quiet.

“Nothing. I found nothing.” Yeong-shin’s voice is toneless; there is no expression on his face, and somehow that makes it worse. “All I was chasing were ghosts. Beom-il lied – ah, I was a fool to ever believe him.”

Lee Chang feels his fingers twitch, and before he is able to stop himself, he has reached over the table, and his hand closes over Yeong-shin’s own. There is a roughness to his skin that Lee Chang finds foreign, calluses that mark him as a rifle-wielder, cuts and scars of a history Lee Chang does not know. But his hand is warm, and it feels familiar in his grasp.

Yeong-shin looks down at their hands, clasped against the grain of the wood – one dark and scarred, one paler but no less hardened. Something in his body softens, then, almost unnoticeable, were it not for the fact that Lee Chang knows his every, subtle movement by heart. Under the weight of Lee Chang’s palm, Yeong-shin’s hand relaxes, and the tension bleeds out of him – although he still carries himself ramrod-straight and alert.

“I am sorry for your loss,” Lee Chang murmurs, and the words have never felt more hollow. Yeong-shin side-eyes him.

“Do you remember what you said to me two months ago?” he says suddenly, standing up. He crosses to the window and stares out into the darkness. He remains motionless, calm, steady as a rock in the face of a snowstorm – and abruptly Lee Chang feels a wave of irritation wash over him at his composure. It is simply unfair, Lee Chang thinks furiously, that he is the only one so affected by Yeong-shin’s presence, when Yeong-shin is so clearly unperturbed by his!

So caught up is Lee Chang in his inner train of thoughts that he does not answer, and he only realises that Yeong-shin is waiting for a reply to his question, when the man turns and looks questioningly at him. Lee Chang blinks, and comes back to himself.

Then he notices how tightly Yeong-shin’s jaw is clenched. Sees how the tip of his forefinger is beating an agitated rhythm, ever so slightly - but still detectably - against the wood of the windowsill.

“I remember,” he says carefully, weighing every word, for every syllable he utters drops heavily into the silence of the room, “that I confessed my love for you. But I also remember that I asked for nothing in return – that I expected nothing in return.”

“And I told you that I needed time to think,” Yeong-shin says.

“Yes.”

“It has been two months.” There is something in his voice that Lee Chang cannot quite place, and Lee Chang feels a vice begin to clench around his heart.

“Yes. Are we going to keep exchanging statements of fact, or did you come here with something else to say?” Somehow, he keeps his tone light.

It startles a sudden startled harsh bark of laughter out of Yeong-shin, and the sound is surprisingly bright. The snow drifts quietly past the window, piling up on the windowsill, and lending a soft glow to the light that suffuses Yeong-shin’s skin. He looks almost regal then, despite his tattered clothes and rough features, as if he belongs there in Lee Chang’s quarters, and the vice tightens.

“You are a prince – no, the king of Joseon,” Yeong-shin says softly, running his fingers absently on the windowsill, but his eyes are intent on Lee Chang. “And I am a chakho. Nothing more than a commoner.”

Ah. He thinks, finally, he sees where Yeong-shin is going with this.

Something begins to unfurl in his chest, filling his body with a warmth he has not felt in months. Lee Chang stands, slowly, and makes his way over to the window – quietly, gently, as if approaching a wild animal with hand extended, an animal which could either bite or flee at any moment. But he does not think Yeong-shin will do either of those things.

“And so, in our time apart, you have thought of all the reasons why we should not be together,” Lee Chang says lightly, “and you have convinced yourself that these reasons are unsurmountable.”

The stubborn silence from Yeong-shin is enough. He does not make any move to reach out to Lee Chang, but his eyes follow Lee Chang’s movements as he crosses the room, and there is an almost hungry light in his gaze that urges Lee Chang on.

Lee Chang reaches his side, and lays a hand on his arm. The man startles in reaction, just a minute tremor, but because they are connected, Lee Chang can feel his every movement. They are so close that he can feel Yeong-shin’s body heat radiating against his skin, and hear every quick shallow breath he takes.

“I have not, however,” Lee Chang says, “heard anything of what you feel for me.”

“You have not married in the last two months,” Yeong-shin says, looking away and out of the window again. The snowfall is deeper today than it had been all those weeks ago, when Lee Chang had stood by the same window and refused to look at the door till his room was empty. The footprints the palace maids and guards leave – they stay in the snow, now, and remain even as fresh snow falls.

“Yes,” Lee Chang replies, suddenly losing patience. “It is unlike you to be so unsure, Yeong-shin. What is it you wish to say to me?”

“When I lost my brother,” Yeong-shin says jerkily, his gaze blank and unseeing, “The pain was… like nothing I’d ever felt before. I’d sworn to protect him, but in the end, my promises meant nothing, and still he was taken from me. Yeong-ryu… he relied on me, and I could do nothing for him still. Even with all my strength and weapons, there was no one I could save.

“And you…” Yeong-shin’s eyes drift shut, as if he can no longer bear to look out the window. “I can protect you, for now, but there is no guarantee that I can do so indefinitely. The officials will not let you live without a wife, and they will plot and scheme until they can take control of the throne, and if you died… if you died, I do not think I would be able to go on living.”

Lee Chang feels as if he has just been struck by lightning.

Finally he sees Yeong-shin laid bare before him – unsure of their future together, unwilling to be the reason for Lee Chang’s demise, and yet, warring with that fear because of his desire to protect. At the core of this bright, shining, powerful man is someone who is afraid of loss, for it has been his constant companion all these lonely years.

But Lee Chang is different. Yeong-shin will protect him, and he will protect Yeong-shin in turn.

Gently, Lee Chang lifts his other hand to Yeong-shin’s face, and cradles his cheeks in the palm of his hand. Yeong-shin’s eyes open, slowly as if hypnotised and against his will, and he fixes his gaze on Lee Chang’s face.

“I am the king,” Lee Chang whispers, and every word is infused with conviction, for his words come from the heart. “What I want, I receive, and if I want you, there will only be one thing that can stop me – you. You know I will not let the ministers or the people have any say in my private affairs. If I am to be allowed some, occasional, arrogance – why, I have been a good king, so far, and I have done nothing deserving of complaint. I have named my heir, and he is under great protection here under my roof. There is no one who I will allow to have any say in our relationship.” He grips Yeong-shin tighter to him, as if it will stop the subtle tremors that have begun in the other man’s body. “Be mine to treasure,” he murmurs, his head lowered, their foreheads brushing feather-light against each other. “And I will be yours to protect.”

There is a long silence for a while.

“I did miss you,” Yeong-shin says quietly. “Every day. I missed you fiercely. At first I thought I missed the loss of a fellow warrior, someone I respected and loved as a shield brother. Then my longing became more terrible, and I thought it was because I missed you as my charge, as someone to protect. But the truth is not so simple.” He turns his hand, palm-up, so that his fingers intertwine with Lee Chang’s.

“I love you,” he says simply, and Lee Chang must forgive him for not meeting his eyes as he makes his confession.

“And I, you,” Lee Chang sighs, as he leans in for a kiss.

There are many problems as yet unresolved. Lee Chang knows that this will not be the last time their insecurities and inner demons – both his and Yeong-shin’s – damage their relationship, or set them back. There is as yet so much unknown about the resurrection plant, and out there, somewhere, monsters may still be made. The officials wilfully persevere with their scheming and plotting behind his back, and he must continue to strengthen his precarious hold on the throne, all while keeping safe the people who matter to him.

But those are problems for a future him, and a future them. Right here, right now, with Yeong-shin in his arms and the snowflakes falling on the footprints in the snow, Lee Chang feels invincible, and he feels like a king.

A/N: ahhhh it's finished!!! thank you to everyone for sticking with me all the way (readers both old and new) - this has been my first experience with the kingdom fandom and i have to say i've enjoyed every single moment of it. y'all are seriously such gems and it's been amazing hearing your thoughts, speaking to y'all etc ahhhh <3 this was my first (and probably last) kingdom fanfic unless inspiration suddenly seizes again, lol, but this pretty much covered all my kingdom feels.

(shameless self-promotion) and i'm currently writing another monster fic for mdzs/cql so if you're in that fandom i hope to see you again!! please talk to me here on tumblr and seriously, i love all of you so much, thank you!!

read on for long rambly thoughts on this monster:

writing this was sort of a cathartic purge for me, after binging kingdom... i loved lee chang's character so much, honestly, and i wanted to give him a proper love story. i have to be honest, it wasn't till i went onto ao3 that i even considered changshin as a pairing, but after i read a few fics i was like, i'm in too deep ;;; and i wound up wanting to write a story that was a slow evolution of their relationship, from reluctant acquaintances, to brothers-in-arms with unconditional trust, and then slowly, to love. which is why it took yeong-shin so goddamn long to realise he loves lee chang, sksksksksk

but yeah i thought it was far more realistic to write this kind of love story rather than one in which they fell in love at first sight, especially in the (somewhat) au i built, where it probably never even occurred to either of them that (1) they were possibly attracted to men, and (2) that they should even be thinking about love in this period of time wtf ;_; but yeah i thought what would draw them to each other was sort of a more intellectual, spiritual attraction, rather than one based purely on lust (even though they're both very good-looking, i fully admit)...

at first i was dissatisfied with the ending, because it seemed a bit lukewarm, but then on reading it again i thought it had the kind of hopeful, tender feeling which i wanted to conjure... although y'all might feel differently?? I KNOW, I WOULD HAVE WANTED A MORE FLESHED OUT KISS SCENE TOO AHHHHH in my head i was like wtf is this, is it a barbara cartland novel??? what's with that shitty regency-esque kiss description??? but in the end it didn't feel natural with the style of writing and the flow of the chapter to write more into the kiss, i'm sorry, i think i'm just a coward T.T but yes!! please let me know your thoughts!! (and thank you for reading all the way, i know i always ramble lmao)

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vannahfanfics · 4 years

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Heard Part II

Before you read, here’s Part I!

Category: Hurt and Comfort, Mild Romantic Fluff

Fandom: Yona of the Dawn

Characters: Yona, Hak, Jae-Ha

Requested by: Snow3bunny (Ao3)

Hak absentmindedly twirled his weapon in a circle in his hands as he sat hunched on the steps leading to the grand palace doors. Before him, the rain pattered steadily over the stone walkway and garden grass; it had been raining heavily for about an hour now, and the water had begun to saturate the courtyard, forming an inch-thick layer of liquid over the ground’s surface. Hak had been restless in his room, and so he had meandered out into the night to watch the rain fall from the heavens. It was soothing, but not soothing enough; he could not shake that prickling at the base of his neck, those waves of shivers that made goosebumps rise across his skin and adrenaline sing in his veins- that feeling that something was wrong. Hak’s instincts were tempered steel and made very few mistakes; if he was reading the atmosphere of the castle accurately, his very soul scenting the minute change in the air like a prized bloodhound, then something was most assuredly afoot. However, he had no idea what, nor how to figure that out.

He was almost certain, however, that it had to do with the princess.

His hand snapped around the staff of his weapon as loud splashing resounded amidst the consistent pebbling of the raindrops. One splash, then another, then another, and then there he was, the green-haired dragon with that damn smug smirk he always wore on his long face. Hak narrowed his eyes as he appeared before him but resumed lackadaisically twirling the weapon around now that it was apparent there was no threat.

“Out for a midnight walk? You’ll catch cold like that, dragon or no,” he scoffed, propping his elbow on his knee so that he could lean his cheek into his hand. Jae-ha’s mouth curled further into a leer, but Hak tensed when he saw the dullness in his normally mischievous eyes. He could see it in the lines in his face; something was up. “What is it?” he asked, straightening up to stare at him intently.

“It’s Yona.” Nightmarish scenarios immediately began flashing through Hak’s mind and he captured the staff in a white-knuckled grip as a cold flush blasted through every vein in his body. “She’s very upset,” he added quickly before Hak could devolve to quickly into mania. His dripping jade green hair flopped around his shoulders as he took hasty looks around, before he hurriedly stalked over to Hak and held a hand up to cover his mouth as he murmured, “Something is wrong with the king, apparently. She’s tight-lipped about it; no doubt, it’s something that can easily get you and Yoon killed.” Hak’s mania had petered out into a consistent cold pulsing, but it spiked again- frustratingly so- at the mention that something was the matter with Soo-Won. He had never imagined it possible to hate someone so intensely but still never wish them any sort of harm, but that’s what he felt about his once best friend. His eyebrows dove down into sharp peaks, considering what he was about to do.

It was stupid, and reckless, and dangerous. All parties involved could get in deep trouble. Whatever Yona had been scheming against Soo-Won in her private time could effectively go up in flames.

Still, his princess needed him, and he be damned if he wasn’t there in her time of need.

“Take me to her.”

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Her dress was a puddle of pink around her as she kneeled down beside the window, face buried into her hands as she cried softly. She didn’t notice the shadow of Jae-ha and Hak’s forms follow her as they landed lightly in the windowsill. She whipped around with a gasp as Jae-ha lightly tapped his fingertips against the cold glass, and when she realized it was the two of them, she jumped forward to scramble and open the latch.

“Hak!” she cried as he hopped down into the room. She immediately latched herself to him, burying her face deep into his soaked robes. He leaned down over her as he gently embraced her, stroking her soft dawn-colored hair. Before his face could soften into an expression of affection, Jae-Ha coughed loudly behind him.

“I feel like such a third wheel,” he griped loudly. Hak felt Yona heat up in a body-wide blush at his obvious remark, and Hak glared at him over his shoulder. Smug bastard. Hak looked down at Yona to find her teary eyes staring up at him, wide and hurt and pleading, but also alight with weak happiness.

“Hak… I’ve missed you so much,” she whispered. His face wasn’t sure what expression to make; though normally he would’ve been overjoyed to hear her say such a thing, with Jae-ha there, it was incredibly awkward. The dragon was currently playing with the curtains with an amused look. He was blatantly enjoying making Hak shy, apparently. Hak made a mental note to give him a good whack upside his head later. Right now, the princess demanded his immediate attention. He swept his thumbs across her reddening cheeks to wipe away her tears.

“Don’t worry, Princess. I’m here now,” he assured her softly. His hands stiffened against her face as he recalled why Jae-ha had brought him there in the first place; Yona was upset about something concerning Soo-Won. His mind immediately flew to dastardly possibilities; could the king have done something to her? What more could he do to add to Yona’s suffering? It was already bad enough that she was mostly forbidden from interacting with them. He felt his jaw tensing in ire. Soo-Won… You bastard… She doesn’t deserve any of this! “Princess,” he stated firmly, “tell me what’s wrong. Did Soo-Won do something to you? I swear, I’ll kill-“

“No!” she interjected quickly. With a meek whimper, she buried her face back into his chest, her small hands twisting the fabric of his clothes further. “No… It’s nothing like that…” Her soft whisper was so muffled by his dense clothes that he could barely hear her. Hak stared down at the distraught princess. He felt so powerless. What burden was she bearing that she couldn’t even tell him? With a gentle sigh, he grabbed both her hands to guide them around to his back, allowing her to squeeze him in a desperate hug. Her shoulder shook with wracking sobs that she was desperately trying to keep quiet. “Hak… What… What should I do?” As she shook her head against him, her tears smeared in glittering lines across his upper chest. “I don’t want to lose anyone… Not even… Not even Soo-Won. I can’t forgive him for what he did, not ever, but… I also can’t bear the thought of him dying. Every time you two fight, it pains me so deeply. Do you hate me for that?”

Admittedly, Hak did feel a deep, sharp stab of jealously cut through his heart. It made every cell in his body pulse at once. Yet… He wasn’t angry. How could he be? He himself was unsure of how he truly felt about his childhood friend. If it really came down to it, even after everything… Could he really allow Soo-Won to die? He talked a big game, but if it came down to it, could he really kill Soo-Won himself? If he was truly, brutally honest with himself, he didn’t think he could.

“No. Of course not, Princess.”

“How did things end up like this?” she lamented woefully. “The three of us… Used to exist so peacefully under the same sky, but now… Everything is so confusing. I don’t even know anymore if Soo-Won was ever with us in the first place. Did we ever know him at all? When we laughed together and played together, what did he really feel? Were any of those smiles honest?” As she further dissolved into misery, Hak could feel his heart clenching in his chest. He didn’t know what to do. Why did he never know what to do? He could lay all her enemies low, but when it came to the things that really mattered, Hak never really knew what to say.

Soo-Won was always the one who was really good at that.

So, he didn’t say anything. He enveloped her in a tight hug, forehead falling into her short waving tresses of bright red hair. “Was I wrong all this time? Should I have done something differently? Hak… I’m sorry… I got you in this mess…” she croaked weakly.

“Don’t say sorry,” he growled. His arms locked tighter around her, as if he could forcibly purge all the ill feelings swirling around in her body. “Never say sorry to me. Never bow your head to me. You are the princess. Where you go, I will follow. Whatever decisions you make, I will honor. It’s that simple. I do these things not because I feel obligated, but because you are my princess which I am proud to serve. Don’t forget that.” At first, his voice had a hard edge to it, but as he went on, it gradually softened. “Princess… I know it’s overwhelming right now, but what you must do is think of what’s best for your kingdom. You are not alone in this. You have me, and Yoon, and your dragons. If you told us you wanted to raze this very castle to the ground, we would do it gladly,” he whispered into her crimped curled of hair. He felt Yona exhale deeply and slump against him with crushing relief. Good… She heard me.

“Yes,” she breathed into him. “You’re right, Hak. Thank you.”

It took her a few minutes to detach herself from him. He didn’t begrudge her for it. He didn’t know when the next time he would see her would be, so he allowed her to soak up as much as his presence as she could to get her through the trials ahead. When she finally did pull away from him, she wiped the lingering tears from her puffy red eyes before giving him a confident smile. That determined sparkle was back in her eyes. She would be all right.

“We should get going. They won’t react kindly if we’re caught,” Jae-ha quipped nonchalantly from behind him. Hak continued to stand tersely in front of the princess; honestly, he didn’t want to leave. It was hell, not being able to see her, to know she was safe. He knew he had to go, though. She stared expectantly up at him, waiting for him to turn back. Before he did, he gently took her chin between her thumb and forefinger, tilted her face up, and pressed a light kiss to her forehead.

Then he let Jae-ha take him away before he could get embarrassed and make a fool of himself.

The dragon brought him into the palace garden. The rain was still falling in a steady drizzle. Within a minute, his black hair was slicked to his forehead and his clothes slightly heavier from the amount of moisture they soaked up. Jae-ha dropped him down behind the sturdy trunk of a sprawling tree that provided ample protection from any prying eyes. Jae-ha went to say his good-byes, and that’s when everything hit Hak like a cannonball; groaning, he slumped heavily against his side and laid his head down on his shoulder. His legs felt like jelly, shaking violently as his knees did their best to support his warrior’s bulk.

“Droopy-Eyes, just… Just let me… For just a minute.” He hated the obvious tremble in his voice, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. His hand screwed into the area above his heart, twisting the fabric there like a whirlpool. It felt like someone had stabbed him, really. It wasn’t often that Hak’s emotions got the better of him; for the princess’ sake as well as that of his pride, he kept a tight lid on all those inconvenient feelings. However, he wasn’t infallible. Every once in a while, they would bubble over, boiling and intense. His face scrunched up in agony, teeth bared like fangs as he tried to shove them back into the box he had buried them in. Now was not the time. He was grateful for the rain streaming down his face, because it masked the prickling tears brimming in the corners of his eyes. He was grateful for Jae-ha, too, who just silently supported him without offering a sarcastic barb or teasing quip. He could be a nice guy when he wanted to be.

“It’s cruel,” the green-haired man remarked suddenly. Hak lifted his head to see him staring off into the distance; he followed his gaze to a high tower window, where he could just make out Soo-Won sitting in the window watching the rain fall over his kingdom. Hak could almost think that he looked lonely and sad as he was doing so. The spiteful part of him snarled that it was no less than he deserved. “Yona, you, the king… The fate of the country all lies with you. It’s a heavy burden for anyone to bear.”

“Yeah, well,” Hak huffed as he forced himself back into a standing position. “I’ll take the weight of the world if it means I can see the princess smile again.” His eyes narrowed as Soo-Won rose from the window and wrenched the curtain shut.

Yona heard him. She had the strength to keep going, to find out how all of this would play out. That’s all that mattered right now. Now, Hak just had to wait for his princess’ orders.

Waiting was something he could do well.

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harleyquilt · 5 years

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Guardian Of My Dreams

Summary: The memories of that night still burden Yona, day and night. Even so, she's never alone when she wakes up. Not anymore.

Words: 2570

Notes: A small hakyona fic based on my headcanon. I like hakyona. I like supportive hakyona. I like soft hakyona Nothing else to really say, I think. Hope you enjoy.

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The night was still. Yona was alone and she wandered around the castle grounds. Neither guest or guard could be seen. The air was thick with humidity, the discomforting heat adding to the nervousness Yona already felt as she neared her father’s quarters. Her excitement, however, was enough to encourage her to keep going. No matter what she felt at this very moment, she was determined to tell her father that it was Soo-Won she wanted. She’d convince him to change his mind, somehow.

When she neared his room, she took a deep breath and she mentally planned out what it was she was going to say. With a smile, she opened the door. She was about to speak, but she instead paused at the sight of two dark silhouettes that stood before her. A shallow gasp. The sound of something spilling onto the ground. And, finally, a loud thud as the figure of her father fell to the ground. Blood poured out of the wound that cut through his chest. His face was deathly pale, his eyes rolled back. Yona’s eyes widened, her own complexion fading to a sickening white.

She knelt down, calling for her father, tears rolling down her cheeks. He remained silent and she called for him again, her hands clutching at his blood stained clothes. The image itself was almost too much to comprehend, so much so that she was certain that what she saw was nothing more than an illusion. However, with the sound of approaching footsteps, she slowly looked up to see her beloved Soo-Won. He stood with a blood stained sword and a haunting expression, one she had never seen from him before. His eyes were so cold. So dead. Her father’s blood was splattered across his clothes and face. This wasn’t Soo-Won. It couldn’t be, she thought. She shook her head, now weeping. Her pleads, however, seemed to no longer matter to him and he instead raised his sword, ready to cut her down.

“You will see you’re father soon.” He spoke, his voice as empty as his eyes. “Yo-”

“-na!” Yona gasped. Her eyes opened wide and she saw the faces of Yoon, Hak and the other dragons looking over her. They were all watching her with concern as she sat up and she rubbed her sore eyes. Her heart was racing and at first, she felt quite disorientated. She was in her tent, not the castle. Soo-Won wasn’t here.

Right, it must have been a nightmare. One of many.

“You gave us quite a fright, miss!” Zeno sat next to her, giving her a tight hug. “You were tossing and turning in your sleep, so we thought to wake you up.”

“Ah, I see.” She sighed, rubbing her head. “I’m sorry everyone-”

“Don’t be sorry, princess!” Kija, with his tired eyes, insisted.

“Nightmares are to be expected.” Jae-ha added with a smile. Shin-ah, all the while, handed Ao to her, and the small squirrel nudged Yona with her fluffy head.

Yona felt tears once again fill her eyes, though this time, it was tears of overwhelming happiness. Her nightmarish memories often intruded into her mind unexpectedly and each and every time, she was left harrowed with immediate sensations of painful loneliness and heartbreak. Her feelings for Soo-Won have long since faded, a bitterness now left behind, but his betrayal, along with the death of her father, still stung like fresh wounds. She wanted to move on and not be held back by these tragic memories that lashed out against her, yet even now, months later, she was struck with the same pain she felt back on that night of her birthday.

She looked up to see Hak standing just outside the tent. He saved her that day. Without him, she’d be dead alongside her father. Even so, he too suffered the tragedy of that night - that in itself shouldn’t be ignored. And by the look of his grim expression, she knew he understood what it was to suffer from such memories.

“How do you feel?” Jae-ha asked, Yona now fully awake. “You look quite pale.”

“I’ll make some warm milk and honey.” Yoon declared and he quickly left the tent before she could protest.

“Ah, well,” Yona let out a small laugh, “I guess I’m okay. It was just a bad dream.”

“Does the miss want to talk about it?” Zeno squeezed her tighter, his hug as warm and as comforting as his voice.

Does she want to talk about it? She wasn’t sure. What happened that night was already well-known by everyone here. Her father was murdered and her and Hak were forced to escape - what more is there to say? Perhaps that wasn’t the point, though. Still, at least at this moment of time, Yona saw no real point in indulging her own sorrows.

“I’m fine, I promise.” As she spoke, she noticed Hak grimace before he turned away. “Thank you for your concern. I didn’t think it’d wake you all up.”

The others remained silent for a moment. “Well,” Jea-ha smiled, “if it helps, I used to have a lot of nightmares after I escaped my village.” Yona and Kija turned their head to one side, clearly curious, Zeno smiling discreetly. “You see, I used to be chained in a little hut, a way to prevent me from escaping.”

“That’s terrible!” Both Yona and Kija said in unison, gasping in horror. Jae-ha chuckled and nodded at their shocked reactions.

“But I always tried to escape, breaking one chain after another. I’d always be caught, though. However, after a while-” He paused for a moment, looking between the dragons and then at Yoon, who entered the tent with Yona’s drink. “To put it simply,” he continued, “I escaped for good eventually. It was strange. The whole of Kouka was now free for me to play in, but I had no idea what to do. It was overwhelming. So overwhelming that I often suffered from nightmares of waking back up in that hut, my feet chained once again.”

As he spoke, Ao offered him an acorn, which he politely declined. Shin-ah remained silent, though he too thought back on his own experiences in his village. He may not have suffered from the nightmares Jae-ha spoke of, yet he would often dream of his elder, Ao. Sometimes, when he would eventually wake up from these dreams, he’d find himself teary, unsure whether he was upset that Ao was long gone or if he was regretful that he couldn’t give Ao the freedom he wanted whilst he was still alive, even if he never admitted in wanting it himself.

“Nightmares really are scary.” Yoon mumbled to himself. Yona nodded and she took a sip of the drink he made for her. It was delicious and already, she could feel a smile return to her face. “Moreso when it’s linked to bad experiences. I wish we could do more to help.”

“Really, you don’t have to worry.” Yona insisted with a wave of her hand. “Besides, this drink is enough to heal any wounds I may have.” Yoon blushed and offered a confident smile filled with pride.

As the night continued, they talked about their past lives, both the good and bad moments they have experienced across the years. It was relaxing, in a way - Yona could find comfort in the fact that they have all struggled every now and again, reassuring her that perhaps one day, hopefully, she too can find peace in her life and her past, just like the others have. With time, she eventually drifted back to sleep, the presence of the others enough to take away any tension or fear that burdened her after the dream.

A few nights later, she was left helpless in her own dream once again. This time, it wasn’t just Soo-Woon. Before he could strike her with his sword, Hak stepped forward. The walls crumbled away, as if the force of Soo-Woon’s blade destroyed all that was around them. Hak, however, blocked the attack with his glaive. His scowling face was shrouded with a fearsome and dark anger that consumed him whole.

As Yona remained stunned on the ground, she noticed their lips moving. They were speaking, yet Yona couldn’t understand anything that was being said. They were nothing more than unpleasant sounds, like metal being dragged across stone. She tried to cover her ears and she shook her head, desperate to push away this sound that boomed inside her head.

To her surprise, the noise abruptly came to an end and when she looked up, she found herself lost in the dark woods that stretched across the mountains. Hak, too, was here. Along with the continuous stench of blood. His body was slumped against a tree, his body covered in wounds. Blood seeped through his clothes and puddled onto the ground, Hak’s breathing coarse as he gave her a weak, wry smile. She ran to him, not knowing what it was she was supposed to do. How was she supposed to help? What was she to do? There was nothing here - no one to help them. She wanted to cry, but that wouldn’t solve anything. Not at all.

She couldn’t save anyone and it was all her fault.

Yona’s eyes opened slowly and what she saw now was the top of her tent. Yoon was asleep next to her, completely undisturbed. As she sat up slowly, careful not to wake him, her body felt incredibly heavy, as if she was being pulled down with a weight of sorts. It was clearly late into the night and she wasn’t entirely awake. She could just simply go back to sleep, yet she was somewhat disturbed by the dream she had just experienced. It wasn’t so bad that she wanted to wake up Yoon, but…

She decided that all she needed was some fresh air and so she crept out her tent, hoping the campfire wasn’t completely out yet. To her surprise, what she found instead was Hak, who was sat some distance away besides a great, big oak tree. Of course, she thought, it was his turn for watch duty tonight. He didn’t seem too surprised to see her. Maybe she wasn’t as quiet as she thought she was. She stood awkwardly for a moment, not knowing what to say.

“Another bad dream?” Hak’s voice was quiet, but not so much that she couldn’t hear him. She replied with a small nod and he sighed, moving himself so that he was closer to both the fire and her. He patted the log he sat on, telling her to take a seat next to him.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked once she sat down. She thought for a moment and looked up to his face. His voice was as soft as his somewhat tired expression. In her dream, he was on the brink of death, his face contorting to the pain of all his wounds. The relief she felt - how could she even describe it? She was simply happy to see him, here with her at this very moment. If anything, the reality that was her nightmare made her all the more afraid of losing him.

To say such things, though, was something that also frightened her. After all, the last thing she wanted to do was jinx everything. No, she was happy just to be by his side. It was enough to remind her that her dreams were not reality, regardless of how real they were to her.

She shook her head eventually and she leaned her head against Hak’s arm. His body remained still and he frowned, not knowing how to react. He looked at her, then at the fire, then back at her. Some colour returned to her face, but she still looked exhausted. She blinked slowly, a slight pout to her lips and her brows somewhat furrowed. She said she didn’t want to talk about it, despite looking so displeased. It was possible that he simply wasn’t that approachable for such things. It wouldn’t be so surprising; last time she woke from a nightmare, he couldn’t help at all. He could only watch from afar, her screams that called for him ringing through his ears. He wasn’t as comforting as Zeno, or as sympathetic as Kija. He wasn’t as practical as Yoon or Shin-ah, or as good at talking as Jae-ha. He was her bodyguard. But he couldn’t do anything for her in the end - nothing that mattered.

“I…” Yona began, her voice small and quiet. It was enough to pull back Hak’s attention. “I’m glad you’re here with me, Hak.” His stomach turned at the sound of her words, his brows raised. She sat up and panicked for a moment. “I-I mean, I’m happy that everyone is here. That wasn’t to suggest that I don’t appreciate the others, it’s just…” She seemed to calm down and Hak remained silent. Silent and surprised. “You saved my life that night on my birthday, I never thanked you for that. And since then, you have nearly lost your life several times protecting me. S-So, I j-just wanted you to know that- that I really am happy that you’re here.”

Her cheeks were smeared with a bright red blush, her hands clumsily clutching at her skirt. Even so, her words were clear and her eyes remained on his. She still looked incredibly tired, yet she sat up tall and told him the words that he didn’t deserve. Again and again, she amazed him. She took his breath away, over and over, always surprising him in a way he couldn’t describe with words. She burned as brightly as the campfire, her eyes flickering with so much beauty and courage. No matter how worthless he felt, he remained forever grateful that someone as dazzling as the princess continued to show her remarkable kindness to him.

He broke into a smile and without saying a word, he pulled her closer to him, her body leaned against him once again. “Don’t get all mushy on me. You’ll make me cry.”

“When do you ever cry?” Yona yawned. His body was surprisingly warm, she thought as she curled up next to him. “Hak,” she yawned again, “do you ever get bad dreams?”

Her eyes were closed and her breathing slowed. She was so small against him. “Sometimes.”

She clutched his sleeve. “You should…” Her voice faded off. “You should say something...then…”

He never responded and after a while, her grip loosened, her expression softening. With a small smile, he carefully picked her up, careful not to wake her up again. She looked so peaceful in his arms with her head rested against his shoulder. After tucking her in, he knelt beside her and he brushed away the strands from her face. To see her so peaceful and calm - it was enough to soothe his own guilty thoughts. After all, all he ever asked for was her happiness.

“I'll protect you, princess. From anyone and anything. I'll scare away any ghosts that haunt your dreams.” Her face scrunched up for a moment and she sighed his name. He leaned down and kissed her cheek. It wasn't good to hear her call for him like that; it only made him all the more greedy. Sighing, he stood, ready to return to watch duty. “Always.”

#hakyona #hak x yona #son hak #yona #yona of the dawn #akatsuki no yona #fanfic #my writing #angst #ish #fluff #i guess #akayona

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rollzerox · 5 years

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Hak’s Birth

Continuing the prompt from angst week about Jae-ha’s village, this time Hak’s birth~

Ayumi whimpered at the sight before her. Her seven-year-old child was asleep on the cold stone floor, chained to the wall and bruises covered his face, obviously having gotten another beating from Garou. She bent down, caressing the child’s head as she cried every time she saw him in this condition. She left him a blanket and some food like how she often snuck in the middle of the night every few months she could pick the lock on the door to come in and see him… She sighed again, rubbing her pregnant stomach.

“I wish I could tell you how much I love you Jae-ha… But they never let me see you.” Ayumi sobbed. “If only I could stop your suffering. I won’t be able to see you for a while because your little brother or sister will need me… But one day I wish you’ll be free of this. I won’t give up on you like Jubei did…” She swore she saw the young boy’s eyes open hazily to see her, her blue eyes meeting his amethyst for just a moment before the angry adult Ryokuryuu yanked her away.

“Stupid god damn woman how many times do I have to tell you to get the hell out of here!” Garou smacked her as he dragged her out of the hut. “Forget that blasted brat already and beat it!” he tossed the gingered haired woman into the mud.

Ayumi sighed as she lay there until she felt warm arms lifting her up, she looked up to see it was her husband. “Raiden?”

“… I really wish you wouldn’t have snuck out like that Ayumi, at least let me help you when you do this.” Raiden sighed, taking her back to their place. “… I understand you want to see your son but you could get hurt really bad if Garou were to…”

Ayumi shook her head. “This isn’t your burden to bear. Jubei may have given up on our son but I won’t… Besides with our child coming I know I won’t be able to do this much more, just that Jae-ha nearly got away last time so I thought as one last time I could help him…”

Raiden blinked. “What did you-“ he then gasped when he heard a horn that the villagers used when Jae-ha had escaped again. “… You picked the lock on his chains again didn’t you?”

“… He deserves to be free, and away from his village.” Ayumi sobbed, looking into the sky and catching a glimpse of her child running for his life. “As much as I wish he could meet his sibling we both know that will never happen. At least if I know he’s away from here that would be something… Actually Garou has lasted longer than any other Green Dragon in a long time…” she frowned.

“Yeah, honestly I thought he’d be gone by now as most Ryokuryuu only like 4 years at most after the new one is born.” Raiden twisted his mouth. “I had hoped once he’d be gone it would be easier to get Jae-ha out of there, as otherwise he can track the boy down easily. Not that I want to wish the death of another just… After seeing how he treats that child I wish I could beat the living hell out of him for doing that to a child.”

“Don’t.” Ayumi grabbed his arm. “He nearly took your head off that time you tried to stop him from hitting Jae-ha the last time he dragged my child back here. You can’t fight that dragon leg.”

“Ayumi that child is as much my son as he is Jubei’s. I still find it hard to believe he gave up on you both but when he disappeared that night…” Raiden bit his lip, still remembering the day Jae-ha was born and the last conversation he had with his childhood friend. “Ever since you two asked me to be the godfather of your child before Jae-ha was born I wanted to protect him, I don’t care he’s the Ryokuryuu. He’s still part of our family. No child deserves to go through that.”

Ayumi smiled at that, but then suddenly her hands went to her stomach and she whaled in pain. “R-Raiden! I-I think the baby is coming!” she gasped, panic in her eyes as she was feeling the ripping pain inside her.

“Oh no….” Raiden growled, worried Garou smacking her around helped trigger her labor but he couldn’t focus on that now, instead he needed to get her to a healer.

It was hard to find a healer during Ayumi’s pregnancy let alone anyone to agree to be a midwife for her. Most people treated Ayumi like dirt for giving birth to the Ryokuryuu and the rumor was spread that her husband left her because of what their child was. But luckily Raiden was able to get one healer to agree to help when Ayumi would go into childbirth. Raiden stayed by his wife’s side as after several long hours through the whole night as dawn broke. The cries of their black-haired newborn came, the healer cleaned the child off and handed him to Raiden who helped Ayumi hold him.

“It’s a boy Ayumi, another beautiful son.” Raiden smiled, seeing Ayumi’s bright blue eyes on the boy. But he panicked when he saw Ayumi only smile weakly at her newborn and panting heavily. “Ayumi? Are you alright?”

“Raiden… Please… Protect our son…. If you ever see Jae-ha please tell him I love….” Ayumi’s words fell silent as her head slumped to the side, Raiden caught their child before she dropped him.

The healer quickly checked over Ayumi and frowned, shaking her head. “…. I’m sorry Raiden, she’s gone. She bled out terribly during the birth, there was little we could do. I barely was able to get your son out of her before he suffocated.”

“Ayumi… No…” Raiden sobbed, holding their newborn tight as he slumped back into a chair. He then heard screaming outside that he walked out for some air as he saw Garou had just returned with Jae-ha, tossing the child back into his hut as the villagers just watched. Raiden looked to his crying son and frowned. “… One day your brother will be free, I won’t let Ayumi’s dying wish go in vain…. Once that bastard dies Jae-ha can get as far away from here as possible and I don’t care if I have to die doing it I’ll get him out of here.”

That’s when the elder approached Raiden, a scowl on his face. “I hear Ayumi tried to help Jae-ha escape again, Raiden. Where is your wife?”

“…. She’s gone, elder.” Raiden just returned the glare at him. “She didn’t survive the birth of our child. So she won’t be causing you trouble anymore.”

The elder looked over his shoulder seeing the healer speak with the undertaker, but nodded. “… Then there’s only one loose end. Drown that child.” He declared.

“WHAT?!” Raiden shouted, clutching his newborn against his chest. “This is my son! How are you-“

“That child came from the same womb as the Ryokuryuu, he carries the cursed blood in him possibly.” The elder reasoned. “We have been trying for years to rid that cursed blood in our village so that we stop having these Ryokuryuus born. They are nothing but a burden to the village. People that seek the power of the dragons have killed and tortured our people and it needs to end. That child is cursed don’t you see? Don’t make me force my hand, Raiden.” As he spoke, several of the guards of the village gates surrounded Raiden, their spears pointed at him.

Raiden bit his lip at that, he knew the elder wasn’t going to listen to reason. But how was he going to save his child? This was all he had left of Ayumi, and was their precious son they had together. “… At least let me give him a proper send off at the lake just outside the village.” He attempted to reason, if only he could find a way to get his son out of here…

“… Go with him.” The elder said to one of the guards. “Make sure he rids us of this cursed child.”

Raiden tensed as the one guard followed him to the lake, sighing as he looked at his crying son in his arms. “Ayumi…. What can I do? I can’t lose our son too…” he muttered.

“Hurry up and get rid of the brat.” The guard said, holding his spear tight. “Or else the elder will have us both killed.”

Raiden was about to retort as he kissed his son’s forehead, deciding fighting this guard was his only chance. If he died trying at least he attempted to get away, but where would he go? Obviously the elder would send scouts out to find him, much what he suspected happened to Jubei. He often believed Jubei went to get help and that was the real reason he left the village, but the elder had him hunted down… At least that’s what he had hoped his lifelong friend did, as he just couldn’t believe Jubei really walked away from his wife and son….

But Raiden was snapped back to reality when the guard was suddenly knocked out from behind, an elderly man with an injured eye had saw them and approached quietly. Son Mundok had just been on his way back to his tribe after a visit to Hiryuu Castle, as fate were to have it.

“Are you alright?” the Wind Tribe General asked, looking at Raiden and his crying child. “The nerve of some bandits, attacking a man with his son. Was he trying to rob you?”

Raiden was completely dumbfounded by his luck that a passerby just happened to see them. “… Thank you.” He leaned his head forward into the man’s shoulder, as everything happened so fast he had to piece together what to do, and this was his chance. “But that wasn’t a bandit. He was from my village trying to make me drown my child.”

“Who would do such a thing?!” Mundok growled.

“It’s complicated. His mother died giving birth to him this morning so he’s considered cursed.” Raiden pulled back, frowning as he held his son. “… I never even got the chance to name him…. Sir… Please.” He held out the child. “Take him. If I don’t return to the village they’ll hunt me down thinking I didn’t do the deed. He needs to live, I’m begging you.”

Mundok looked at Raiden like he was crazy. “Why don’t you just come with me? Surely this village must be terrible to have this kind of law… Look, I’m with the Wind Tribe I can protect him there, I could protect both of you.”

Raiden bit his lip, as much as he believed this man… He couldn’t leave Jae-ha in that village. He owed it to Ayumi to try and free her son… Their son. “I have one more son in the village, I need to free him too. He’s a prisoner. But they might kill me as I try to get him out. That’s why I’m begging you to help me save one child. Don’t ever let him know where he came from as I’d never want this village to find him, they’ll kill him immediately.”

“A child is a prisoner?!” Mundok looked even more angry now. “Where is this village? I’ll go there myself and-“

Raiden grabbed his shoulder. “No please! Just please take my son and get him as far away from here as possible. Please before they send more guards to check on me.” He frowned and kissed his baby’s forehead. “Please let him live.”

Mundok frowned, but nodded. He couldn’t stand the thought of letting this baby die because of some bastard’s superstitions. “… Alright. Are you sure you don’t want to name him before…? I mean he kind of has eyes of a hawk.” He chuckled, looking at the newborn.

“I’ll let you decide that, please find him a good home just as long as he’s safe.” Raiden smiled, going to pick up the guard and drag him back to the village. “… If I ever free my other son, I’ll come see you in the Wind Tribe sir. Thank you….” It then dawned on him where this passerby said he was from. “… You wouldn’t by chance know Jubei, would you?”

Mundok blinked. “Jubei? He was a friend of my son Sor-on, why? This is the village he came from?”

“He… Was my friend. Just he disappeared seven years ago, I just had wondered if you had heard from him.” Raiden brought up, removing the blanket he had wrapped around the baby.

Mundok shook his head. “Sadly no.” he frowned at that. He was going to ask more details when he heard people coming from the village.

“Go now!” Raiden hissed, tossing the blanket into the river to make it look like he did the deed. “Please!”

Mundok nodded, covering the child in his robes as he immediately got onto his horse to leave… Though he couldn’t help but look back. “Don’t worry, I’ll raise this boy as if he were my own grandson… I wonder if Sor-on would like to take him in…”

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darthsuki · 5 years

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Alright, apparently it’s time for another anime review since I just finished watching through Akatsuki no Yona (Yona of the Dawn in english releases).

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Short version: This is an extremely well-written story. It combines a complex plot with very lovable and distinct major and minor characters throughout. Yona starts as an ignorant, cowardly and meek person, but over the course of the series learns not only how to be independent and strong, but also how to be the leader that her friends and country need her to be.

The antagonist of the series is extremely morally gray, up to the point that even I don’t know if I can fault him--even Yona questions it when she comes to learn of all the shortcomings of her father in how he ruled the kingdom and the suffering brought upon its people.

Also?? Pretty gay, like, without explicitly being tagged as a queer series. I’ve only seen the english dub of the series (and it’s seriously amazing, love the voice acting) but if it’s anything like the original voicing then it’s hella gay. Several characters talk about their romantic feelings for others that uh....there is literally no heterosexual explanation for.

Longer version (with as few spoilers as possible)

I went in with the understanding that this was going to be a bishie anime (ie, containing a bunch of pretty boys). Though it certainly follows with that aspect, I was pleasantly surprised to find a great sense of depth within the series as a whole--each character has a role to play and I honestly loved the dynamics between each and every one of them.

In short, Yona is the princess of the Kouka Kingdom and the daughter of King Il. She is turning 16 and soon comes the expectation of marriage so that her husband will take on the throne--but there’s one little problem: Yona has a very deep crush on Soo-Won, her cousin, whom she has known and been friends with since childhood. Though her father forbids her to marry him (so don’t worry, someone has sense enough to question it), Yona decides that her heart is set on it--until one night she walks in to find her father murdered by the same man she wanted to marry.

From there the series gets quite complex, far more than I would have expected of an anime filled with hot guys who the creator definitely made hot with purpose. Yona is tasked with seeking out the four Dragon Warriors, people who have the blessing of the four dragons from many generations before who had protected the first king of Kouka. She is accompanied by Hak, a childhood friend and also her guardian who has sworn to protect her.

Right away you’ll likely be annoyed by Yona, as she’s everything you’d expect of a spoiled princess--she’s loud, bratty, impulsive and without understanding of the world beyond the palace. Over the course of the series, however, she is forced to confront her shortcomings and learn to be someone who can take care of herself, but also rely on the help of her friends--she becomes very mature over the course of the 24 available episodes and you can tell that this series was written by someone who understands the mind of a girl going through these hardships, moral dilemmas and questions about herself.

Since this is a bishie anime of course, there’s also the male characters accompanying her. Each one of them is wonderful as a character, and their interactions with one another is heartwarming. A stupid detail that I like in the series is that the word ‘love’ is used so often between one another--whether it’s friendship, family or actual romance, nobody pulled punches when they said that they loved other people, and it really made it seem more heartwarming to see these sorts of genuine interactions.

In fact, I was surprised to see how un-filtered these character interactions were? There were so many times that I saw or heard something and turned right to my fiance and just said ‘that’s so gay’ because it honestly is. Soo-Won has made it explicitly clear that he feels romantically for both Yona AND Hak, to the point that me and my fiance are genuinely curious if he just straight-up wants a polyamorous relationship with both of them.

The dragon warriors are just as interesting, and there’s even another companion named Yuun that, while around Yona’s age, seems to be very content with his gender ambiguity? There was a moment, for example of several, where a character referred to him as ‘a beautiful girl’ and he simply rolled his eyes and said ‘i’m a beautiful boy, get it right’--I’m still not sure how to feel about it (if I’m reading way too deeply) but it’s very different from other series that would otherwise make it into some joke about gender presentation--it was refreshing to say the least, and something I found more amusing and cute than offensive.

In terms of plot and conflict, I was extremely surprised to find it way more complex than I’d ever expect of an anime of this genre. Soo-Won is, in short, a very morally grey character. Though he did murder the late King Il, Yona learns later in the series that her father’s rule had put much of the kingdom’s people into sickness, poverty and misery--she begins to question if what Soo-Won did was a good thing, and it’s a humbling moment to see a protagonist begin to see the perspective of what we’d see as an antagonist.

Did I mention how much screen time Soo-Won gets? Because he gets a lot, at least as a supposed ‘antagonist’. He’s showcased to be a genuinely good ruler, intelligent and headstrong--it’s a little misty for WHY he killed the late king outside of to take the throne, but there’s some mystery going on about his father, King Il’s brother, and his death. Either way, I’m left genuinely questioning Soo-Won’s place as the new king right along with Yona, as she has seen first-hand the ills her father had done to the kingdom and how she can go about making those things right again.

It almost feels like Yona and Soo-Won are both protagonists, we’re just watching Yona’s version of the story and only occasionally get to see Soo-Won’s, and I’m really happy for how it’s written and paced out.

Also?? Very gay. Soo-Won is pretty explicit that he loves Yona AND Hak, and that he ‘want[s] to rule with the two people [he] love[s] by [his] side’ (his words, not mine). This isn’t a one-time gag either, there’s a LOT of subtext and sometimes straight-up-text for those very biromantic feelings. As long as you can get past the fact that Soo-Won and Yona are first cousins (don’t know why they couldn’t have been related in some other non-familial way but go off I guess) it’s a very interesting dynamic between the characters.

The four dragon warriors? Also gay, so gay, or at least they were given heavy enough subtext that I’m 300% sure that the first four dragon warriors were part of this huge poly relationship with the first king (of which Yona is a descendent). The dialogue is very explicit and very....open? Like I swear, compared to how censored and filtered older anime was, this is....really nice, honestly, and combined with all of the other amazing aspects of the series (story, character development, plot, pacing, design, MUSIC OH MY GOD THE MUSIC) I can absolutely see why nearly-everyone has rated it five stars on both crunchyroll and funimation.

Like, for real, if you haven’t seen it yet then you totally need to go see it--I swear to god it will surprise you in the best way possible for a bishie adventure anime.

#anime #sukiwatchesanime #yona of the dawn #akatsuki no yona #anime review #review #oh my god it's great #if you can read the full review please do #i give ya all you need to know with no spoilers i promise #i also promise explanation on a lot of gayness because this show is rly queer #without being a queer labled or focused show #but enough that as a queer trans man myself this was #amazing!!#also oh my go #its good enough i want to make a blog #writing blog #so you know its good shit

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astharoshebarvon · 5 years

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Ship Game

I was tagged by @eb-byestelle . Thank you dear !

First of all, why? I can’t just choose ten pairings. I feel as if I am betraying my other favourite pairings. I love them as much as the ones I’ve mentioned. But nothing I can do about it.

Well, here we go.

Shipping and Fandom Ask

Embrace your inner shipper! Answer questions about your favorite ships or fandoms. Reblog to participate and let your ship flag fly!

1.What are your top 10 manga/anime ships of all time?

Top 10 anime/manga:

1. Maria sama ga miteru / Marimite/ Maria watches over us : Shimako and Sei

2. Inuyasha : Inuyasha and Kagome Higurashi

3. Tsubasa reservoir chronicles : Sakura and Syaoran Li /Clone Sakura and Syaoran

4. Tokyo Babylon, X : Seishirou and Subaru

5. X : Kamui and Fuuma

6. Cardcaptor sakura / TRC : Yukito and Touya

7. Junjou romantica : Nowaki and Hiroki

8. JR : Misaki and akihiko

9. Akatsuki no Yona : Yona and Hak

Vampire Knight : Kaname and Yuuki

3.What gif or screenshot most sums up your ship?

Well, I choose yume for this and the above two images represent their relationship pretty well. They are my favourite illustrations and one can actually see the love they both have for each other. It’s like no one else matters. You can actually see the tenderness in their eyes, how much they care for each other.

4. Describe your favorite ship in seven words or less.

InuKag : they were born for each other.

Sei and Shimako : sensitive couple. Adorable and sweet.

Sakura and Syaoran : love that transcends time and space.

Touya and Yukito : meant to be together in every world.

Seishirou and Subaru : they are meant to fall for each other.

Kamui and fuuma : just admit you love each other.

Akihiko and Misaki : meant to be together.

Nowaki and Hiroki : sometimes second love is true love.

Yona and Hak : always there for each other.

Kaname and Yuuki : eternal lovers.

6.What’s your go-to episode or scene when you need ship feels?

Well, this one is difficult because there are tons of scenes which I love but I’ll do my best.

Inuyasha and Kagome :

When Naraku reveals who he is for the first time in ep 21. Any episode with Koga, that really shows inuyasha’s jealousy. The movies…god. First and second movie. All scenes I guess.

Sei and Shimako :

Season two episode 6. Though there are scenes in many episodes of season 1 too.

Sakura and Syaoran :

When Yuuko gives them new bodies and real syaoran is born. In the beginning when sakura is planning to tell she loves him but in the end couldn’t. When syaoran fights kamui. When Syaoran is killed by his son and his greatest regret is that he couldn’t hear those words. I guess I should stop. At this rate I am going to end up with an essay.

Touya and Yukito/Yue :

When touya gives his power to yue. I ship yue and touya and yukito and touya. The last scene in original cardcaptor sakura manga where they are together in the kitchen. When touya corners yukito in school, he knows something is up.

Seishirou and Subaru :

Of course the scene in which seishirou dies. Goddammit. I can’ t think about it. Subaru loses his senses [ in Tokyo Babylon] when seishirou’s eye is gouged out. This is getting too painful for me. I’ll stop.

This pairing reduces me to tears. They belong together. They should’ve been together with hokuto and kakyou.

Kamui and Fuuma :

Little fuuma helping little kamui in one of the extras. Well, just read X. The whole thing is unresolved sexual tension between the two. The creators said it themselves they are soulmates, I mean even in TRC one can see there is something going on between them. Subaru and seishirou is blatantly obvious.

Misaki and Akihiko :

When haruhiko kidnaps misaki, when akihiko comes to pick up misaki from his brother’s house, the train scene. There are many scenes especially the ones with Ijuiin Kyou.

Nowaki and Hiroki :

Again, there are many scenes. The library scene. Goddammit. It reduces me to tears every time. When hiroki spies on nowaki, then sends him flowers. Aww. Just remembering them brings a stupid smile to my face.

Yona and Hak :

Episode 24 of the anime, in manga when that festival happened in one of the villages and yona danced in the village garb. There are many scenes throughout the manga.

Kaname and Yuuki :

Well, volume 11 and 12 scenes. Then the scenes after yuuki sees kaname’s past, end of volume 13 and beginning of volume 14, all the scenes in which yuuki says she needs to go to her kaname. When yuuki takes kaname’s blood after being awakened. There are many scenes.

7.What song or songs remind you of your favorite fandom, character or ship?

Hmm, as such no song in particular.

I did read a fanfiction though which had, “I am watching you” for seishirou and Subaru and I couldn’t help but find it hilarious.

And I think, A Thousand Years by Christina Perri suits yume. It’s true after all.

8. If the creators of your favorite fandom asked you to write the ship canon-confirmation episode, what will you write/how will it happen?

Hmm. Well, I hope yuuki gets reincarnated somehow and she and kaname live a long happy life together. Maybe kaname is going somewhere and he bumps into a girl, who has long brown hair and when they look at each other he realizes it’s the girl from his memories. And that’s it. After that kaname never sees the butterfly familiar because yuuki is with him now.

X is never gonna end but I always had a feeling that both fuuma and kamui would die. Because fuuma said that only kamui can grant his wish. They both die.

Then they are shown together in another alternate universe.

I always thought fuuma and kamui suffered equally. You cannot weigh their suffering. Fuuma lost everything because kamui made one choice. Their story is too tragic.

I’ll come back to this question later.

9.Do you prefer to indulge in (consume or create) fanart or fanfic of your favorite ship?

Sometimes I sketch and I create edits for my favourite series. And I enjoy seeing fanarts and manga colourings. I write fanfictions too. I love reading fanfictions.

10.Smut or fluff? (VERY IMPORTANT QUESTION xD)

Both. Both. I love both.

11.What ship are you embarrassed to admit you like?

Not one. They are all great ships. Nothing to be embarrassed about.

12.What task are you most likely to procrastinate so you can indulge in your ship or fandom?

I sacrifice my sleep sometimes. That’s about it.

13.How many hours of the day do you spend reading fanfic or looking at fanart or other media?

When there is nothing to do, quite a lot of hours. But when exams are there, I see how the preparation is. But I usually spend quite a lot of time on it.

14.How many memorabilia’s do you own of your favorite fandom or ship (clothes, plushies, etc.)?

Well, I’ve got lots of volumes of each series and artbooks too. And I’ve also got drama CD’s of some series and magazines.

15.If you could own one authentic item from your favorite fandom world, what would it be?

Hmm. Not anything in particular.

16.What fandom have you found to be too toxic to deal with?

Ah. The best question. Well, I haven’t been in inuyasha fandom but I know it’s pretty weird because for some bullshit reason kagome is shipped with sesshoumaru and inuyasha is portrayed as a person who violates her. Yikes.

Now, I have got nothing against shipping characters who aren’t together. I do that a lot but when the same people come onto inuyasha/kagome and sesshoumaru/kikyo fanarts and spout shit, well I get angry then. Because I adore sesshoumaru and kikyo. It doesn’t happen but I still like it and it has the most gorgeous fanarts ever.

If sesskag and rinsess, which is weird no matter how it’s cut, shippers come and say this would’ve been better if it was sesshkag fanart / fiction, well I get angry then. Sesshoumaru is my favourite character ever and I really don’t like seeing people think he only belongs with sesskag shippers. What the hell?

He is no one’s property. The only character he remotely showed something for was Kagura. And I am not gonna open Sesshoumaru and Rin thing. That is....well. Let’s just leave it.

Clamp fandom. I dunno…I am not particularly in it but I read some comments on some sites and it’s pretty annoying when some people say you must acknowledge kotori and kamui thing.

Sorry, there was no thing.

Kotori was obsessed with kamui. Did she deserve to die. Hell no. But kotori and kamui just doesn’t exist. I mean the creators themselves said : don’t call kamui and fuuma brothers. No. They are soulmates. Fuuma is all what kamui thinks about. Even in colour illustrations which shows the group, Kotori is always seen glomping kamui like some weird obsessed fangirl. It’s disconcerting. Kamui is always shocked or surprised. Well, whatever kamui and fuuma belong together.

And now the most toxic fandom. Vampire knight. I stopped posting in the tags quite a while back because I am just tired. I’ve had enough.

Zeki shippers : unable to accept yuuki loved kaname way more than she loved zero. It’s blatantly obvious if you read the manga. But the shippers are not only rude but they also get personal and insult the blogger. They mock the other shippers and keep on ranting and raving about abuse and whatever nonsense that was prevalent in the forums between 2010-2014. Now the same thing happens here on tumblr.

Zeki shippers are unable to accept that not everyone worships zero’s character. Honestly, I never hated zero. I was always like, I want kaname and yuuki together, zero can be with someone else. But his fans and shippers are just nasty. I’ve never encountered a single decent member of this ship. They are rude and insulting and love to send anon messages.

18.Do you have or would you consider getting a tattoo depicting your favorite ship or fandom?

Nope. Not fond of tattoos.

19.What is the strangest thing you’ve done to honor your favorite fandom, ship or character?

Nothing.

#tag game #anime #manga #anime couples

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queenofmoons67 · 6 years

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HakYona Week 2018: Future

@hakyonaweeks

Summary: Weak with a terminal illness, Yona spends her days in bed with Hak.

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Word Count: 468

Yona lay in bed, limbs heavy and weak. The sickness had taken its toll. Yoon had diagnosed her as terminally ill months before, and Zeno had tearfully proclaimed it the same illness Hiryuu had died from.

Jae-ha had jumped far and wide, Lili had asked all of her contacts, and Tae-jun had poured over books, all of them searching endlessly for a cure. Kija and Ao doted on her hand and foot. Shin-ah rarely left her door, always watching over her.

The care of Kouka and their territories had been largely placed in the hands of her generals. Yona did what she could, but as the months passed, she had only grown weaker. And of course, her husband and king refused to leave her side. He had always been stubborn like that…

"Hak," she whispered, struggling to sit up.

"Stop, Princess! Let me help you," Kouka's Thunder Beast admonished.

"Silly Hak… I've been 'Queen' for more than a decade now."

An arm slipped around her shoulders, lifting her malnourished body easily before resting it back on newly placed pillows.

"You'll always be 'Princess' to me, Princess," Hak murmured. "And you mustn't push yourself so hard. Yoon will have both our heads if he knows you moved by yourself."

Yona giggled and patted his hand. "Everyone else would save us. He'd be vastly outnumbered, and he would know it."

Hak didn't respond, simply squeezing her hand in his own. Yona took the chance to study him. Her husband did that a lot, now. He had always been a quiet person, preferring to suffer silently instead of asking others for help, but it had grown worse ever since the diagnosis. She would have to talk to the dragons and Yoon about that; Hak would need someone to bully him into self-care once she was gone. But for now…

"Sleep with me," she ordered, and patted the space beside herself imperiously. "I'd scoot over myself, but apparently that's against the rules, so you'll have to do it for me. Then lay down next to me so we can nap together."

Hak remained quiet for a moment, but then he sniggered, "Yona-hime said 'scoot'."

Even over the fever, Yona felt the blush turn her entire face red. If she could move well enough, she would have been running out the door from embarrassment. But since that wasn't an option -

"Hush, you! And what have I said about calling me 'Queen'?"

"Yes, yes," Hak drawled, a smirk covering half his face. Still, though, he carefully moved her body to the edge of the bed. Within seconds, he was laying next to her. Picking up her hand once again, he gave it a squeeze.

"Is this to your satisfaction, my Queen?"

Yona squeezed back with all the strength in her arm.

"Always, my King."

Thank you for reading, and a special thanks to everyone who has come so far with me this week! Considering I only joined tumblr recently, this is hopefully the first of many events I'll participate in.

I hope you all enjoyed, and please let me know what you think!

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howwelldoyouknowyourmoon · 5 years

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The two captors of the Dutch family held for 9 years had both been members of the Family Federation or Unification Church

Published October 17, 2019. Updated October 18 - 22, 2019.

‘John Eagles’ is Gerrit Jan van Dorsten – who ‘imprisoned’ six of his own children on a farm.

Police have rescued six young adults (four women and two men, aged 18-25) of the van Dorsten family living at a remote Dutch farm. Police were alerted when Jan Zon van Dorsten, a 25-year-old man, walked into a local bar. He looked dirty and was wearing old-fashioned clothes. He said he had not had a haircut in nine years. The bar-owner raised the alarm with police after Jan revealed he had never been to school and said he had run away and needed help. He said he wanted his lifestyle to “come to an end.” Jan said he was the oldest of the six children.

The Police came to investigate on Tuesday and found a hidden staircase behind a cabinet in the living room of the farmhouse. At the point when they were discovered, the five other siblings thought that they were the only people left on earth, the broadcaster RTV Drenthe reported. According to reports, they could barely speak and communicated in a “fantasy language” parts of which were “incomprehensible.” The father of the six young adults, Gerrit Jan van Dorsten, 67, was found bed-ridden. He had suffered a stroke about two years previous.

Josef Brunner, 58, who had rented the farm was arrested at the property. Reports say the farm was equipped with motion detectors and security cameras. Locals also claimed Brunner locked the gate and kept watch using binoculars. He’d reportedly chase away anyone who came too close to the secluded property.

After the young adults were released and living in a safe place, the former ‘prisoners’ were observed to be taking part in frequent rituals where they moved in circles. They were then taken to a more private safe location where they are being given appropriate care. The police want to understand what happened over the past decade, but are being considerate of their psychological needs.

Josef Brunner appeared before an examining magistrate on Thursday and was detained for 14 days on suspicion of unlawfully depriving the children of their liberty and money laundering. Later, Gerrit Jan van Dorsten was also arrested.

Brunner was born on March 3, 1961 in Waldhausen, Austria and was one of five peasant children. He completed a carpentry apprenticeship with distinction, but while enrolled in the army in Linz he joined a sect.

He met a Japanese woman who introduced him to the Unification Church (now the Family Federation for World Peace). He had two children with her. Through the ‘Moonies’, Josef Brunner came into contact with Gerrit Jan van Dorsten in the late 1990s. Gerrit Jan had been a member of the Unification Church in the 1980s. He left in 1987 but to this day he still embraces many of their ideas. LINK

Together Joseph Brunner, known as the Austrian, and Gerrit Jan moved to the farm in 2010. Joseph was a carpenter and lived in a caravan behind his workshop. It was some four miles from the farmhouse. Neighbors saw him regularly visit the farm in his Volvo where he dropped off groceries and supplies.

Joseph Brunner’s brother, Franz, claims Joseph became delusional after joining the Unification Church. He said, “Josef has a very strong persuasiveness.”

Franz said Josef had been married to a Japanese woman.

“In 2006 or 2007, Josef left his wife and children behind in Austria and went to the Netherlands.” Franz told NL Times.

“Josef regularly visited Gerrit Jan van Dorsten with his wife and daughters.”

“Josef’s daughters, now adults, tried in vain to get in touch with him in 2017.”

The two arrested men had close business ties. Brunner paid the rent on van Dorsten’s toy craft store in Mepple and another storage unit nearby – as well as the rent for the farm.

According to a van Dorsten family statement. “Eight years ago, three older children of Gerrit Jan – Dino (Endino), Shin and Marjan, 29 – fled the family in Hasselt and contacted their brother from a previous marriage, their grandparents, uncles, aunts, and cousins.”

"The family has taken notice of the events in Ruinerwold with dismay," the statement, translated from Dutch, says.

"Mr Gerrit Jan van Dorsten broke all ties with his immediate family in the 1980s. He told us not to make any attempt to find his place of residence."

"At present, it is the express wish of the family to support the discovered family," the statement said.

Gerrit Jan’s children were never registered with local officials or went to school.

Janny Knol, North Netherlands deputy police chief, said "on the farm there was actually a separate, closed-off area and its main aim was to keep the outside world out," she told Dutch TV.

She said the imprisoned family were kept in an 'enclosed space' that was 'divided into small compartments.' The room was hidden behind a staircase, behind a locked door. Daylight was allowed inside, and children were occasionally allowed into the yard but they didn't go beyond farm's perimeter fence during nine years of captivity. She said, “We are investigating whether a certain religion or philosophy forms the cause of their living situation.”

Police found “tens of thousands of euros of laundered money” hidden on the property.

Jan Zon van Dorsten, 25, stated that his mother died in 2004 and “every day we are happy to take care of Dad”.

Gerrit Jan was initially believed to be one of the victims of Josef Brunner, but he has now been charged as “co-perpetrator of unlawful deprivation of liberty and of abuse, in the sense of prejudicing the health of others and money laundering.”

When Gerrit Jan and his brother, Derek, both joined the UC in the 1980s, their devoutly Protestant parents were very much against it. The father was a prolific author of Christian novels. Gerrit Jan was active in the UC in Amsterdam.

Gerrit Jan van Dorsten was a member in 1984. He worked as a Munich correspondent for the New York City Tribune at that time.

Gerrit Jan left the Unification Church in 1987. His estranged brother Derek van Dorsten, a long-time member of the UC said, "I have not heard from my brother since 1984."

A Church spokesman, Willem Koetsier, said “Sometimes people with spiritual inclinations found their own church or movement. I think this was the case with him. It could be that he thought he had a special mission.”

After a few years in the UC Gerrit Jan appears to have become ill at ease. According to reports in the Dutch media, he retreated from the church after announcing that he had begun “receiving signals” from Moon’s son, who is regarded as a prophetic figure within the faith. That son was Heung Jin Moon who had died in a car accident on January 2, 1984.

Heung Jin was buried in Korea on January 8, 1984. A week later, Rev. Moon proclaimed that his son had a new mission and that he was free to travel between his spirit world and our physical world. Rev. Moon also proclaimed that Heung Jin became a leader to Jesus in the spirit realm and that he had assumed the role of “the commander-in-chief” to those who are unmarried in the spirit realm.”

▲ Sun Myung Moon wrote this calligraphy for his son: “Absolute Victory of Moon Heung Jin 文興進 as Commander-in-Chief of Heaven.”

On February 28, 1984, Heung Jin was married postmortem to Hoon-Sook Pak, the daughter of Colonel Bo Hi Pak, one of Moon’s top aides.

Colonel Pak was the president of the Washington Times at that time.

▲ At the wedding Julia Hoon-Sook Pak held a photograph of her new husband.

Colonel Pak stated that his son-in-law’s sacriﬁce “carries far greater importance then the cruciﬁxion of Jesus Christ.” According to Rev. Moon, his son needed to be married in order to move from prince to king in the spirit realm. Hoon-Sook was positive about her unusual marriage. “I will never forget in my whole life and for eternity this greatest honor of being Heung Jin Nim’s bride, which I do not deserve.”

Shortly after the death of Heung Jin, Uniﬁcationists in different parts of the world claimed to be receiving messages from him. Most of the alleged revelations took place in 1984, and in 1987 and were published in book form under the title The Victory of Love.

Revelations are also claimed from St. Francis, St. Paul, Kierkegaard, and Jesus. The last speaks both of his submission to Heung Jin and the True Parents. “I will show them that the Lord of lords and the King of kings and the king of glory is our precious Lord Sun Myung Moon and his beloved bride Hak Ja Han. They reign as king and queen of the entire universe. I, Jesus of Nazareth, known as the Christ, bow in humility before them. Any who will follow me must do the same.”

From 1984 Gerrit Jan also received messages from Jesus and Heung Jin Moon.

According to Algemeen Dagblad, Gerrit Jan ascribed “supernatural powers” to himself.

Older Unification Church members who knew Gerrit Jan in the 1980s had described him as a very "ritual" person who had set up his own group with his family.

Gerrit Jan’s wife, the mother of nine known children, died in 2004. It is possible he has even more children, the newspaper reported.

In an interview with De Telegraaf, a cousin said, “Gerrit Jan broke with the rest of the family a long time ago,” the 32-year-old cousin said.

“About thirty years ago anyway. There was a lot of disagreement between my parents and my uncle, and between my uncle and the Unification Church. At a certain moment he ran away angry. That was before I was born.”

Joseph Brunner and Gerrit Jan van Dorsten lived next door to each other in Hasselt, south of Ruinerwold before moving to the farmhouse in 2010.

Shortly after Brunner moved in next door to the van Dorsten family, they removed a fence that separated their backyards, according to a neighbor, Sandra Soer. Brunner left the block first, and then in 2004, Geert announced his wife had died of colon cancer, which came as a shock as no one knew she had been sick, Soer said. The family left not long after.

In an interview with the Netherlands' English language news outlet NL Times, the older brother of Josef Brunner said he was not surprised to learn his brother had been arrested.

Franz Brunner described Josef as "greedy, calculating and unpredictable" and the pair had not been in contact for a decade. "He always wanted money and was always after his own advantage.”

The brothers quarrelled over their parent's farm and fell out with Joseph moving out.

In Austria, Josef's brothers told the Kronen Zeitung website that he had joined a sect and had not turned up for the funerals of his parents in the past four years. "He thought he was better than Jesus," brother Franz told the paper. “We've had no contact with him for 10 years. I told him to get lost when he wanted me to become his financial guarantor.”

Police have admitted going to the farm in the past, following up reports of a cannabis farm on the property, but say they never entered the building.

A team of 30 police are now trying to solve the mystery of the farm at Ruinerwold. The farmhouse is still being investigated and other properties have also been searched.

Police will question Gerrit Jan van Dorsten why he reported to Dutch immigration in 2009 that he had emigrated.

A large white board found pinned to a wall had a series of mysterious drawings and numbers in black felt ink. They went from top to bottom, side-to-side and ran across each other without making any sense. The board, and a set of books and records kept by the two men, have been taken away by detectives for analysis and forensic examination.

Police have brought in thermal imaging cameras to search under the soil of the fields around the farmhouse and sniffer dogs to examine underneath floor boards.

In a statement the police said, “We are investigating whether a certain religion or philosophy forms the cause of their living situation. Currently, a great deal of new information is received by us every day. It is our duty to verify the veracity of this information, and its relevance for our investigation. The circumstances the suspects and persons involved lived in require that we be extra careful when conducting our investigation.”

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‘John Eagles’ is Gerrit Jan van Dorsten – who ‘imprisoned’ six of his own children on a farm.

John Eagles video: “Each Soul is a Mirror”

Gerrit Jan van Dorsten, ‘Father Moon’ and the Divine Principle in his providence

Suspected of sexual abuse, ‘John Eagles’ aka Gerrit Jan van Dorsten is father of all nine children

Rev. Young Whi Kim testifies about Gerrit Jan van Dorsten

Jessica Villerius is making a documentary about the van Dorsten children of Ruinerwold

“Five beers and a plea for help is all it took” – Frank F

January 21, 2020 Gerrit Jan van D. sexually abused two of his children in Ruinerwold

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Black Heung Jin Moon – Violence in the FFWPU

The FFWPU / Unification Church and Shamanism

Hong Soon-ae, the mother of Hak Ja Han, was jailed for killing a young man in a shaman ritual

The FFWPU is unequivocally not Christian

A Korean perspective on Moon and his ‘Fall of Man’ teaching

How “God’s Day” was established on January 1, 1968

Rolling Stone: Children of Recluse Dutch Family Thought They Were the Only People Left on Earth

https://wikimili.com/en/Heung_Jin_Moon

#FFWPU #prisoners #Unification Church #Moonies #Netherlands #Gerrit van Dorsten #Family Federation for World Peace #Ruinerwold #Josef Brunner #John Eagles #captive children

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petri808 · 6 years

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Beautiful Dreamers

@fic-writer-appreciation April prompts: 1, 2, 6, 7, 8

Shock, confusion, fear, she felt paralyzed, blood so much blood, all she could see was red. The room swirled in varying shades of gray, her cousin, her father, all colorless except for the bright red. It was splattered on her cousin’s clothes and face, it pooled beneath her father’s limp and lifeless body, flowing… Red. Closer to her feet… Red. She couldn’t breathe. Never fond of her unusual hair color, for the first time in her short life she hated it.

How could he kill her father? She thought he loved his uncle… Her feet needed to move but they were glued to the floor. He betrayed them, the man she loved, still held the sword dripping, his expression so cold, affect flat, she couldn’t read it, no all she could see clearly was the red blood. Oh God was she next? Would he really kill her? She was a witness to treason.

She ran for her life, it’s all she could do, blinded by tears, everything was a blurry mess. Soldiers pursed by order of her cousin, chasing her into the cold night…

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He heard the light whimpers coming from her tent and went to investigate, why was his Princess crying? She had been quiet ever since their encounter with Soo-Won, unusually quiet and requested to sleep alone tonight. But now she was crying. Hak pulled back the flap to see Yona asleep, squirming, fidgeting through a nightmare; was she reliving that night again? It had been weeks since she had suffered that memory and that bastard brought it back! His fists ball up at his sides, just the mere sight of her in pain makes him see red.

That bastard. Soo-Won had hurt them both that night, betrayed them, not only by killing their King, but destroying their friendship forever, had his deception known no bounds? They were so close, a whole childhood shattered by one horrible act. He didn’t see the king, but he saw her. Kneeling, swords pointed to her throat, her red hair glowing like the blood he was about to shed. Everything else was a blur of colorless gray shapes as he fought the soldiers. Red everywhere… It was a memory he longed to forget, and it killed him inside that she was still being haunted by it all.

With an exhale, Hak stoops down and brushes a few stray hairs away from her face. She was shivering despite the warm night air and thick blanket covering her. He strokes her cheek, gently…

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… She tripped, no her ankles were lassoed, she screams. This is the end. Too afraid to fight anymore, on her knees she awaits her fate. And he just stares at her with those cold dead eyes as he orders her execution. Her body trembles, father, mother… Hak…

There’s a blur, she blinks, more red littering the ground as soldier, after soldier falls around her, she looks up… Hak. More tears blind her vision but there he was standing before her. Never had she seen such fury in her childhood friend, but she wasn’t scared, not of him. A stilling of the air…

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…wishing away her tormented mind, praying to his king to give her soul peace. He loves her so much, trying to convey all those feelings through his hand as it caresses her cheek. Her trembling ceases under his tender touch, unconsciously pushing more firmly against it as if accepting it. His breathing slows, even though she is asleep, it makes his heart flutter wildly and then he hears the name, wispy, as delicate as strands of silk from her lips…

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… Hak. He was protecting her as he always had, but it was different this time. Oh Hak… The scene shifts and suddenly she is staring at him from a short distance as he walks towards her. No longer was he just a childhood friend in her eyes but a man, and a handsome one at that. The skipping of her pulse, her cheeks are red now for sure. Hak. She had been raised from birth to think that her husband had to be of royal blood but maybe, was Hak the one her heart truly desired?

He reached out and pulled her to him and all she could do was stare up in wonderment as an overwhelming sense of tranquility fell over her, a peace that only being within his arms could bring. She was nervous, she felt weak as his gaze softened and lowered so close to her own. He was the first man she had ever trusted with her body, and now, maybe she could trust him with her heart? Oh God his lips were so close to hers…

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… His name uttered from her lips, those dainty, beautiful little lips... A brief smile, and now her face was a light tinge of red, can you blush when you’re asleep? Had his wish come true? Had her nightmare disappeared? But then why had she said his name, why was she blushing! Oh God, she said it again, his name so soft it was barely audible, but it was there. So spellbound was he, as she gently pulled his hand closer to those lush lips… She was asleep, but she… she kissed his hand! What the hell was she dreaming about!

Or hell, was he dreaming this whole thing up? Had his carnal desires spilled over and now manifested in this dream? She tugs on his hand again, hard, pulling him… Well if this was really his dream shouldn’t he be lying down beside her? Obliging, facing her, scrutinizing her expressions that still held such an adorable reddish hue, he wanted so badly to replace the hands she held dearly with his lips, but he doesn’t dare, instead watching, gazing with a flush to his own cheeks. His Yona had finally settled back down with such a contented look…

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… She cupped his cheeks, ever so mildly tinged of red, and completed the gap between them. No big fireworks, just a filling of her heart to the brim, and a realization that all those times her father had smiled on them together, this is probably what he had wished for, that happy, blissful little girl that all fathers hope for their children, and a man that would treasure her beyond life itself, not just as a Princess or Queen, but as a woman, a wife, and a mother...

It felt heavenly, Hak’s arms around her were perfect and the nightmare could become a distant memory…

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Once she had relaxed back into a peaceful slumber, he too could find solace and drifted away into sleep with her hand still clutched tightly around his own… his sweet little Yona…

A twitching next to her face wakes her and she sees Hak, it was his hand, still held in her own that had moved. He was sleeping peacefully parallel to her body, his face soft, serene, handsome… like in her dreams. Had he come during her nightmare? Was he the source of tranquility that had washed over her, breaking her out the pain? She smiled as she gazed lovingly over this man who had always been beside her, reaching out to caress his cheek, followed by her lips…

Crystal blues pop open, met with sparkling violet. “Yona?” Though more like a murmur against her lips still pressed and humming against his own in response, the hand she has over his cheek moves to cup around his neck as his finger weave their way into her tresses. Is he still dreaming?

#veraspromptchallenge2018 #akatuski no yona #hak and yona #petri808 #beautiful dreamers

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another-miracle · 7 years

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Breathe, a Hakyona fic

It is only when the dust settles that Yona remembers Hak’s quiet plea to her in the midst of battle.

Soldiers litter the battlegrounds surrounding her as they wait in trepidation for the meeting between the royalties of Kouka and Xing to be over. Her dragons are being cared for by the Wind tribe under the tight surveillance of Yun, and Yona worries tirelessly over their well-being. Perhaps a trip back to Hiryuu castle - or near it - will be good, just to get their immunities heightened once more.

Beside her, Hak sits in solemn silence, hands clenching and unclenching endlessly over the sweat of his brow. Jaw tightened, he seems to be fighting something, and Yona wants desperately to massage the tension pulling at his lips away.

She places a hand over his. “...it’s okay, Hak.”

He lets out a whimper, his fingers tangling in hers. And Yona’s chest hurts from the way he holds onto her, as if she is redemption. She is not redemption; Hak does not need redemption. He is loyal, and good, and kind, and so, so strong. Tears prick at her eyes as he begins trembling.

She tugs at his hand, he immediately lets go, and that’s- that’s not what she wants. When did he become so proficient in simply letting her go?

And she knows - because it is in every allowance he gives to her, to bring herself to new heights, to push her limits, to challenge her boundaries. Because it is in this freedom, she has found the courage to love again, to love anew - beyond anything she can ever hope to dream.

All she wants is for him to know.

Yona grabs his hand again, and Hak looks up this time. There are no tear tracks on his cheek, nor is there any semblance of the brokenness he exudes. But there are horrors in his eyes that Yona shies away from, depths of pain she hates herself for noticing too late. And knowing Hak, he will simply put an arm around her and say he doesn’t notice anything, and everything is fine, Princess.

“Come on, Hak,” she says, pulling at his arm. “Let’s go somewhere.”

Hak stands. “But the meeting-”

“We’ll be back shortly. They won’t be done before then.” She motions for him to follow her. “Let’s go.”

They reach a clearing in the middle of the forest next to the battleground, away from prying eyes. It is within Wind Tribe territory, so Yona figures they will be safe, considering anyone within the vicinity should know of ex-General Son Hak.

Hak trails behind her quietly, as he always does. Yona turns, and stops to face him. She watches as his look of confusion caves in on itself, and his fists loosen. Taking a step closer, Yona witnesses a flash of fear cross his face, and stops.

She ducks her head, a sad smile playing on her lips. She reaches out once more, ignoring the flinch that startles him as she takes his hand. Her thumb brushes over calluses and wrangled fingers, her palm aligning with his. He is precious, so precious to her.

She hears him exhale shakily.

“Princess-”

“Hak, you have to tell me what’s wrong,” she mutters. “Or when you feel bad, or upset-” she looks up, “-or when you are hurt. Hak, you have to tell me.”

His eyes narrow and he looks away, teeth clenched. Yona’s heart sinks.

“...or you can tell anyone, it doesn’t have to be me. But Hak, please, please don’t suffer alone.”

Her voice breaks and there are tears threatening to spill from her eyes. There is frustration, and disappointment, and sadness beyond belief. This is the man who has listened to her every whim, who has followed her through country after country, who has found alongside her, a new family to belong to.

And through all that, not once has she thought to listen. Maybe if she paid attention, she would have heard his heart tearing at the seams, would have noticed the clawing of betrayal against his skin. Even during her first witness of his tears, he was the one to comfort her - this stupid, stupid man who gives too much of himself and forgets to unearth his need for healing too.

“I-” Hak bites out and she startles. “I can’t.”

The knuckles of his other hand are bordering white.

“...why not?” She takes another step closer.

His hand goes up, stretching over his face like a mask. The end of his mouth peeks out underneath, revealing an almost gruesome grimace.

“I’m- I’m not good enough for you, Princess. Please. I can’t-” he steps back. “I can’t say- or tell you. You’re-”

He breaks off on a choke, a deafening sound of defeat. But all Yona hears is a soldier attempting to fight battles he is not trained in, trying to grab at weapons he does not know how to wield, piling on armour after armour to defend himself without realizing that they are rusty at the edges. Hak is not proficient at words, she knows. With every gesture, every hug he gives, there are a million words left unsaid. And now, he is only left with broken arrows and dented shields.

But Yona will not let him lose the war.

“Shh, it’s okay.” She reclaims the step he took back and turns his head towards her. His expression is lost, his eyes finding hers. His eyebrows are furrowed, and Yona lifts her hand to trace them. She gives him a small smile.

“Hak,” she says, “Breathe.”

His chest rises and falls, breath whooshing over her hair.

“Okay,” she tells him, wrapping her arms around his torso and laying her cheek on his chest. “Now, tell me.”

Immediately, his form crumples over hers. Strong arms lay heavily over her shoulders as he buries his head in her neck. His exhales are loud in her ears, and she waits for him to find ground in the midst of the unknown.

“...I’m not good enough for you,” he rasps lowly. “I don’t know how you do it- how you and Droopy Eyes do it. To keep your anger in check. I hate it. When someone hurts you- hurts anyone of those guys, I hate it. And-” he chokes, “I want to hurt people for it.”

"But you guys,” he hugs her tighter, “you know how to stay calm. How to say the right words, how to think straight. I can’t- I’m not a good person, Princess.”

“I want to forgive, but I can’t,” Hak whispers, and Yona feels wet drops land on her skin.

Leaves rustle around them as the wind takes the baritone of Hak’s voice with it. Yona hears it being carried through the quiet, despite its volume, and her heart swells. If only it can travel to the tent where Suwon is, she wonders, will he be happy? Will he be burdened? Or will he simply brush it off?

Neither of them know who Suwon is anymore. But she is reminded through the hands in her hair and the warm air passing over her neck, that she is not alone. They are not alone.

“...you are not alone,” she says, her voice muffled by the overwhelming amount of tunic on Hak’s chest. He releases her a little and makes a questioning noise.

“You are not alone, Hak.” Yona runs her hands up and down his back, trying to soothe him.

“Not having the words to say does not make you a bad person. Being overwhelmed by your emotions does not make you a bad person.” She leans back and looks up at him. “We have been hurt in ways that most people don’t experience in their lifetimes. To not be able to forgive, it’s natural.”

“But Hak,” her hand goes up to cup his jaw. “You want to forgive. And that makes you the strongest person I know. Even when you want to hurt, you try your best not to. Yes, you’ve done some damage before, but you know it’s wrong and you want to change. And that’s something you don’t see in people like General Soo-Jin, in Hiyou, or in any other person we’ve encountered that was so caught up in their ideals, they forget they are hurting the people around them.”

She takes his face in both hands and smiles through her tears. “Son Hak, you are the strongest person I know- the best, the kindest. And I love you.”

A hitch in breath is all she receives before his lips crash into hers. Closing her eyes, she feels tears fall down her cheeks, but their tracks are interrupted by the thumb catching them. Hak holds her face gently, despite his lips passing over hers again and again, almost relentlessly. Between kisses, she hears him whisper over and over, I don’t deserve you, to which she responds as fervently, you deserve the world, you deserve the world. He chokes between a broken groan and a keen, wrapping his arms around her. The distance between them is non-existent as she clutches at the cloth at his chest.

Soon, their kisses slow. Yona relaxes her grip and Hak loosens his hold on her. She opens her eyes to stare at him, bruised lips and all. And for the first time in a while, she feels...happy.

Hak looks at her like she has hung the stars, and she can’t help but let out an embarrassed laugh at that. She ducks her head, feeling her cheeks burn.

“Don’t look at me like tha-”

“I love you.”

Her head snaps up. Hak’s eyes are wide, but soften instantly, as if relieved. He then grasps her hand in both of his and brings it up to kiss her knuckles. Her hand is then rested on his cheek, and he noses her palm, a grin on his face.

Her heart is going to burst out of her chest.

Yona pinches his cheek, and Hak laughs. She smiles.

“Shall we go back? They might have finished the meeting,” she says.

“Mm,” Hak replies, interlacing their fingers once more. His hands are trembling, she notices.

Yona squeezes. “I’m here, alright?”

“Yes, Princess.”

“You’re not alone, okay?”

Hak chuckles. “Yes, Princess.”

Yona gives a huff of satisfaction, and proceeds to bring back the Thunder Beast to where his-their demons lurk, and where humans, instead of monsters, are feared. But they return as comrades-in-arms, trusted companions with each others’ backs. And Yona does not feel fear - she does not need to.

Instead, she tastes victory. Sweet, like honey.

#hakyona #hakona #hak x yona #Akatsuki no Yona #yonak #yona #hak #yixin's fic #hakyona fic

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Yona ch.147 spoilers

Akatsuki no Yona chapter 147 “Awe” summary

Please don’t repost/reuse my scans and translations without permission. Tumblr reblog is fine.

Right after the ethereal dragon appeared to protect Yona, we see bewildered looks from both sides. The dragon warriors apparently used the last of their strength and lost consciousness. Gobi is trembling... so these are the four dragons from the legend... The other priest-assassins (?) all heard the rumors but didn’t think they were true. One of them asks if they belong to King Soo-Won.

Gobi gets suddenly jealous and thinks it’s very unfair for Soo-Won to have the powers of the gods at his disposal. But it looked like they were protecting Princess Yona, who is currently helping the anti-war faction. He wonders what kind of relationship Soo-Won and Yona have. Still lost in his wild thoughts, almost crazed with bloodshot eyes, he adds he wanted to marry Tao to the King, but now that the dragons have appeared he wants to know more about them (and use them for himself). Ah, but he also needs to kill Kouren... There’s so many things to do! (it’s interesting to note that here he doesn’t use any honorifics for Kouren! He must really hate her, or he has a deeper bond than we thought)

Yoon calls the four dragons and begins to panic because they won’t wake up. He asks Hak what they should do. The soldiers on Gobi’s side poke Shin-Ah and say he won’t move. Gobi fears they’re dead, but the soldiers tell him they’re only unconscious. They began to touch Zeno and inspect him, marveling at the gods’ powers made flesh. Yona demands they let them go, as they’re very weak right now. The soldiers won’t accept: how come this power is Kouka’s alone? Would said it should be Kouka’s in the first place? The founding legend is already suspicious and they don’t know how much of it really happened. This is not a power a brutal country like Kouka should hold.

Gobi is happy, the stupid citizens are taking his side without him having to do anything. He wanted to surrender Princess Tao to Soo-Won as a hostage, but now that he has the dragons he no longer needs to suck up to the King. He pretty much believes the dragon warriors appeared here for him to use as he pleases. The high priest asks his soldiers to carry the dragons away so they can try to invoke the dragon god again (I believe he’s talking about the shield).

Yoon catches hold of Jae-Ha and says they can’t. Don’t they understand? The four dragons aren’t a tool for this war! As the soldiers try to pry him away, Yoon starts crying. Jae-Ha and Kija were badly injured. He doesn’t know what happened with the surge of power back then, but what if it meant the dragons will never wake up again?

One of the soldier is about to punch him, but Hak pretty much flings Yoon out of reach and cuts the ropes holding the dragons back with his spear. He hoists Jae-Ha on his right shoulder and carries Kija with his left arm despite his own injury, then starts walking to take them to safety. While some soldiers are trying to stop him, others take Shin-Ah and Zeno away to hide them.

Flashback to one of Tao’s informants telling Yona about the dragon warriors facing off Yotaka and Mizari in town, unwilling to fight back, then of Yona answering she won’t help them win the war since she doesn’t want people from Kouka or from Shin to suffer again. This is probably what Hak is reminiscing, because after that he silently asks Yona and Jae-Ha how they’re able to get rid of their hatred like that.

Hak: I want to kill everyone here. Soo-Won too. I want to kill each and everyone who hurts the people I care about. *angry look*

Just as he is about to swing his deadly spear (sorry about this sentence - this isn’t an M-rated fic ^^;), Argila appears to kick some ass. Voldo cuts the remaining ropes from Shin-Ah’s and Zeno’s necks and tells the citizens to wake up (and they began to wonder what the two of them are doing here). Argila thanks Hak. He knows the bodyguard has been holding back on fighting to free his companions because it would bring about the war, so he promises him he’ll give them a good beating in his place.

Gobi: Argila! Voldo! Aren’t you two members of the anti-war faction too?!

Argila: Shut up, old man! I will protect Princess Tao and little kitties’ happiness!

He adds the four dragons actually saved Tao’s life. Voldo says he will never forgive Gobi for what he did to Neguro. Gobi pretends he doesn’t know what this is about. Voldo notices Yotaka’s absence and asks the priest if he did something to him too.

Tao intervenes and tells Gobi he’s not worthy of the anti-war faction. He’s just a fiend poisoning people’s minds. Gobi replies her words have never reached them in the first place. Nobody is even looking at her right now.

Author notes: Thank you to everyone who went to the signing session on August, 26th! I’m quite shy so I couldn’t properly chat with you, but I’ve still enjoyed it a lot~!

Yona says she’s heard Tao’s plea, and she will definitely become the bridge between the two countries. She tells her about Soo-Won’s agreement to open negotiations with Princess Kouren. Gobi disagrees: he should be the one to take part in the negotiations if they wish for a peaceful resolution, not Kouren. That’s why Kouren should die right this instant, for the sake of this country!

The archers are pointing their arrows on her. Voldo shouts Kouren’s name, but Kouren simply calmly says to Gobi: “Above your head, watch out.” Mizari appears in the air and strikes down at the assassins, provoking quite a bloodbath. He stops when he sees Kouren and asks her how she knew he was there. She tells him she recognized his peculiar stealthy footsteps and bloodlust (how poetic!). Gobi is visibly annoyed to see Mizari is still alive. Kouren asks him to step back, he’s done enough. Mizari answers with an angelic smile that he promised Neguro he’d kill all her enemies for her so he came back to protect her.

Back in the Wind tribe camp, Yotaka wakes up to the sound of Tae-Woo cleaning (?) his spear. He asks where he is and tries to get up once he got his answer... but collapses from pain (he’s shown crying chibi-style). He asks the General if he’s their war prisoner, and Tae-Woo simply tells him they’ll return him once he’s nursed back to health. Once again, Yotaka stands up and tries to run away, then collapses right outside the tent he was in. Ayame who saw everything comments he’s a troublesome fellow. Other Wind tribe girls appear and start touching Yotaka’s hair, marveling and saying they’d love to make a fluffy scarf out of it. Yotaka somehow starts to panic, then becomes strangely interested as soon as they say they’ll give him oil to make it all pretty again :P.

Then we see Nobu running to Tae-Woo to warn him that Soo-Won and the Sky tribe have arrived.

Hisa’s thoughts on the chapter:

Turns out we won’t learn anything about the dragon shield yet since our dragon warriors are out of commission. I can’t say I’m fond of Gobi’s new crazed side. I thought he would be an interesting character and contender, but his reaction to the dragons’ powers makes it look like he just took a shot of Nadai or something. Which I would be fine with if I didn’t believe it’s probably not the case. Come on Gobi, I still have hopes for you, show me that you’re not just another disposable villain like the Sei rulers!

We already had an inkling Hak wouldn’t be so forgiving from his thoughts in the previous chapters, and now we know he might actually endanger the peace negotiations. It makes it very likely he’ll tell Yona he won’t be there during the talks with Soo-Won.

Next chapter: Tae-Woo gets his ass kicked by Soo-Won, Gobi becomes the new worship-Hiryuu-through-Nadai lord and the Princess-trio must face him alone, possibly to be saved by Prince Charming Soo-Won on his white horse.

#Akatsuki no Yona #Mizuho Kusanagi #Hana to Yume 20/2017 #chapter 147 #spoiler pics #my AnY scans

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heyymonkey2 · 6 years

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First Night Back in Fuuga Ch 45: To Fight Your Own Army

AO3 Link to Chapter 45

Summary: Yona discovers the root of all the fear at the palace and faces it head on; Soo-Won returns to Kuuto

“Here’s one my grandfather taught me,” Hak nods for the soldier he’s been training with this afternoon to take note. “When they come at you like this,” he swings his blade downward, “cut like this--” Hak instantly switches positions, then acts out how the opponent should pivot and do a surprise swipe at the legs.

Se-Jun, a Sky Tribe warrior with brown eyes and a long scar on his left arm who happens to be the recipient of this lesson, holds his gaze on Hak in amazement. Here they are in the middle of the training grounds amidst dozens of other warriors working on technique, but Se-Jun hasn’t felt like just one warrior out of many for a single second. He’s felt like… a brother.

With a love for the art of war gleaming in his eyes, Hak continues to explain. “Knowing exactly what to do in a moment like that is the difference between--”

“--life and death?” Se-Jun raises his brows at how severe that attack looked.

Hak clarifies. “Between dying with honor -- or going home and living with your family with honor. Everything you do for Kouka matters. But if I can help it, you’ll live a long, honorable life,” Hak nods toward the field of men working. “All of you.”

General Joo-Doh calls for Hak from across the field.

Se-Jun watches the soon-to-be-king walk away. And he can’t help it anymore.

Hak is washing his face at a basin when he hears it. He straightens his back, grabs a towel to dry off, and gets right to it: “What is it, Se-Jun?”

The Sky warrior stands behind him, nearly shaking.

It’s only the two of them in this quiet moment, but Hak can sense Se-Jun’s anxiety. It's loud.

“Lord Hak…” his voice almost a whisper. “There’s something I must tell you.”

Hak turns around to face his warrior. He doesn’t need words to know this exchange needs to be somewhere private.

“Then we need to go to her,” Yona comforts Min-Soo about his mother. “We’ll all go with you.”

“No!” Min-Soo gasps for air, still catching his breath after getting here so quickly.

Yona, Min-Soo, Jae-Ha, and Kija are all back at the palace gate. They heard enough from Min-Soo to know his mother is at the home of Soo-Won’s mother -- Lady Yong-Hi.

“Lady Yong-Hi,” Min-Soo continues desperately, “is too dangerous.”

At first Yona can’t even absorb those words… “What?”

But as she locks eyes with Min-Soo and sees how very serious he is, the sentiment slides into her heart like a sliver of glass. “What do you… ? That’s impossible. Soo-Won’s mother, my aunt… she’s sick. She’s been nearly on her last breath for…”

“--over a decade?” Min-Soo says sadly. "Or so the story goes."

“Min-Soo…” the sliver of glass in Yona’s heart expands into a shard that cuts.

“Lady Yong-Hi is alive and very well. I saw her, I heard her,” Min-Soo lowers his head. “I had no idea either… until the day I translated the message the Sky soldiers who attacked you were carrying. Where they were headed… the concern over the pregnancy and request for next steps… I had to check. It’s the same code Soo-Won had me use before," Min-Soo shakes his head like he doesn't understand. "But Soo-Won is...”

Jae-Ha places a hand on Yona’s back. “Are you OK?”

Min-Soo looks up and continues. “Lady Yong-Hi isn’t just healthy, Princess. It looks like she’s planning something… terrible.”

Yona accepts the other hand Jae-Ha offers her. He gives her pale palm a gentle squeeze of support.

“Princess,” Kija can’t hold himself back. “There’s no way you can go there.”

“Sky soldiers are there?” Yona asks.

Min-Soo nods. “I had been visiting my mother to get information on what Lady Yong-Hi is planning. But when I was leaving this time, I heard mother cry out like…”

Yona doesn't need to hear any more. “Then we need to hurry.”

Kija turns whiter yet. Jae-Ha’s grasp on Yona tightens.

“They’re right. Like I said, it’s too dangerous, Princess,” Min-Soo confesses. “I didn’t come here for help. I came to warn you now that there’s nothing more I can do.”

“I won’t give up on your mother. And if my aunt really is the root of all the fear in the palace, we need to catch her now in the act -- before whatever she’s planning happens or she has a chance to hide it. I ran away from the palace once. I won’t do it again.”

Jae-Ha can’t help but smile with a little pride in her, if even sadly. “Then… if you want to see, allow me to be your wings.”

Yona looks up at him, his offer healing a corner of her broken heart. “You’re not stopping me? You... trust me?”

Jae-Ha kneels before her. “More than anyone else in this world.”

Yona has never felt his support so fully before. And suddenly with that, despite the pain of her most recent revelation, she feels safe. And remembers her strength. She looks up to her comrades.

“Kija… please find Hak in case Zeno hasn't yet and tell him to catch up with the rest of us. Let’s go put an end to this,” then she turns to Min-Soo. “I’ve never been to Soo-Won’s family home before. Can you show us the way?”

Zeno moves thoughtfully through the palace. Though his assignment was to find Hak, he's not heading toward the training grounds. It's to somewhere long-awaited.

When Kija arrives at the training yard, he looks out over the sparring fighters. Hak’s towering figure isn’t there. Though General Joo-Doh’s is.

Once Kija gets the general’s attention, Joo-Doh starts asking his guys, “Who was Hak working with… was it Se-Jun? Then, where are they now?”

The men look around like that’s actually a very good question.

“This is unlike him,” Joo-Doh admits.

Kija is feeling an overload of anxiety when he notices a number of the Sky warriors falling back toward the stables.

“A large faction of the Sky Tribe never stopped being loyal to Lord Yu-Hon,” Se-Jun looks ashamed as he reveals it to Hak.

Hak stands across from the soldier in an empty clearing well outside the palace walls.

“Interesting pick for king. He’s dead.”

“But Soo-Won isn’t.”

Suddenly Hak has lost his humor. Three words. What he was waiting to hear. Dreading to hear. A near confirmation Soo-Won has been behind everything.

Hak knows Soo-Won is alive. But no one else is supposed to. “I need you to tell me exactly what you know.”

Se-Jun nods. “Lady Yong-Hi always believed the throne was her family’s. For a long time she's had powerful allies to get others to believe she had a chance at bringing Yu-Hon’s strength back to Kouka by making Soo-Won king.”

Hak’s eyes darken from their beautiful blue to something black and distant. Yu-Hon’s “strength” is something he’d never like to see again if it’s innocents’ heads being tossed over walls. And powerful allies? He spits out the disgusting word, “Keishuk.”

Se-Jun nods at the truth. He tries to explain. “The country had been suffering under King Il. This movement for a new ruler seemed well-intentioned at first,” but his defense now switches to a desperate warning, “... but this now, what she’s planning... it’s no longer just returning the throne to Soo-Won. It’s... vengeance.”

Hak’s mind jumps three steps ahead from that alone. He doesn’t want to hear the rest out loud.

“Exhile won’t do this time. Lady Yong-Hi won’t rest until King Il’s line is gone forever.”

Yona. Our child.

Hak immediately looks toward the palace.

“Wait here.”

At the gate to Soo-Won’s family estate, Jae-Ha lifts Yona into his arms. They nod at Min-Soo before Jae-Ha pushes off the ground.

WIthin seconds, Jae-Ha and Yona are on top of the wall. Jae-Ha looks down over what it hides within. He doesn’t let go of Yona.

Yona sees the worry on his face, then follows his eyeline to witness: Min-Soo was right. Sky soldiers. Dozens in the courtyard before them. This family estate looks vast -- how many courtyards must there be? And no one can see in here because of these walls...

The warriors walk carrying weapons toward a large building in the distance. So many soldiers. So many weapons. Are they stockpiling them?

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say they were preparing for a battle,” Jae-Ha admits, clearly put off by this operation.

Yona feels such an awful mix of emotions. Anger, betrayal, fear, sadness… but most of all, “I don’t want Hak to come here.”

Jae-Ha nods. “I could rush back to stop him. ...but I won’t leave without you.”

“Then... I’ll send Min-Soo.”

Jae-Ha’s heart begins to hurt. “That’s not going to work.”

Yona’s worries mount. Her expression hides nothing.

Jae-Ha tries to clarify. “Dear, there’s not a soul Hak will listen to if he finds out you’re here.”

Yona knows he’s right. But… she looks out over the soldiers prepping and wonders about Min-Soo’s mother inside. And about her aunt somewhere here, too. Soo-Won’s mother. A woman she was only ever in the presence of when she was too young to remember. And yet her aunt hates her even so? What has caused this…?

“Please, let me take you back. We’ve seen. We know it’s real. We need to be able to stop this from the palace.”

THUD. Both Yona and Jae-Ha look down at the gate that just closed. Min-Soo is led in by two guards.

“Shit,” Jae-Ha blurts.

Yona is flooded with empathy as she watches the scene play out below them. “He couldn’t just leave his mother. He probably got too close and they caught him.”

WHACK! A guard hits Min-Soo.

Yona throws a hand over her mouth to keep from making a sound. Jae-Ha holds her tighter yet.

Then, as Yona watches the guards drag her friend toward what appears to be the main building, she whispers with certainty, “We need to get him out.”

She feels Jae-Ha freeze. “Yona… going in there. You’re walking into a hive of fury against you. They’ll try to ki--”

“--I can’t just leave him trapped in there to die. The reason Hak and I are alive today is because he risked his life for us. He faced the same danger. He got us out.”

Jae-Ha battles within himself. If only he could go in alone to save the boy. If only she would just-- “Think about your baby.”

Yona looks at Jae-Ha with determination. “I can barely explain it… but I am. I have a feeling about this, Jae-Ha. I need to face this. Right now.”

Jae-Ha closes his eyes, full-well knowing it will get much uglier before it gets better.

Then he opens his eyes with clarity. Because he already made that promise to her today. And to himself for the rest of his life. “I’ll be right beside you.”

FWOOP! An arrow hits Se-Jun in the chest. He stumbles backward.

Hak lifts his glaive in the clearing and cuts down the next arrow that flies their way. Horseback archers are coming at them from the palace. Arrows firing rapidly.

As Hak protects his wounded ally, “Well then, this saves the explanation on why you didn’t speak up sooner.”

Hak continues to clear the air around them with his glaive. “Although,” he blocks two more arrows, “I am curious why today was the day you did.”

A group of horseback soldiers go flying off their steeds by a hit from behind. Se-Jun’s eyes go wide at the sight.

Hak smiles wryly. “Show off.”

Kija appears on horseback, catching up to the remaining soldiers. They’ve now stopped firing arrows and are terrified to get away from the monster claw -- but to no avail. Kija takes them out within a couple more swipes.

With no more enemies about to be left, Hak turns to Se-Jun to help him with his wound. And he’s immediately glad he hadn’t looked before. It does not look good at all.

“Don’t move. We’ll get you to a doctor right away. The guy with the claw hand headed over here is really good at carrying people. ...one of his few talents.”

Se-Jun still looks terrified.

“He’s a friend. A good one,” Hak’s serious face from seeing Se-Jun’s wound relaxes into a soft smile of encouragement. He begins to look more closely at the punctured area to see about breaking the arrow.

“This is why.”

“Hm?”

“I decided to tell you because you’re good," Se-Jun looks anywhere but at his wound. He tries to focus. "Good. Anyone who wants to kill you and your family… now I know what side they must be on.”

Hak keeps his head down as he inspects the arrow, allowing his hair to be the mask it often is over the emotions he’d rather hide. He’s touched.

“Yona is in danger!”

Hak whips around to see Kija who’s just arrived at them.

“She’s gone to Soo-Won’s family estate.”

Hak’s eyes go wide. What. The. Hell. “How did this happen?!”

“It was her own choice, but we need to catch up to her before anything happens.”

Kija hands the reins of a horse to Hak.

Hak takes strips of leather. “How quickly can you get us there?”

“Me? Haven’t you been there?”

“Fuck!” Hak is on the verge of losing his mind.

“I know the way,” the sound is frail, but exactly what they needed to hear. The white and dark dragons look down at the wounded Se-Jun whose voice has become so weak, his breathing labored.

“Let me… guide you.”

Jae-Ha lands he and Yona at the front entrance to the main building of the estate. Where Min-Soo was taken. Where Yong-Hi must be.

“Walking straight in?” Jae-Ha is so damn impressed.

Yona knocks on the door. It opens. The shock on the servant on the other side’s face is incredible. The woman might as well have become a statue.

“Could you please tell Lady Yong-Hi that Princess Yona has arrived? She’s expecting me.”

The servant can only nod, then slowly recedes backwards into the great lobby before turning and walking hastily away.

Jae-Ha steps in and then offers Yona a hand. “I believe she meant to say ‘right this way.’”

As the pair continue through the building in the most logical path toward the great room, the guards within hardly know what to do at the sight of Princess Yona. She uses this to her advantage and continues walking forward.

Jae-Ha holds blades between each of his fingers like claws as he walks at her side.

Some soldiers retreat and scurry to warn Yong-Hi or gather backup.

When Yona and Jae-Ha reach the door to the great room, a male servant steps forward -- clearly someone of some importance to the household. “Welcome, Princess Yona. Lady Yong-Hi will be delighted to see you.” He opens the door and motions for Yona and Jae-Ha to enter.

They proceed into the center of the grand expanse that looks oddly like a throne room and has a balcony that goes around the entire perimeter.

There she is at the end of the room, sitting beautifully upon the Queen’s throne next to an empty King’s seat at the center. Lady Yong-Hi.

Her long blonde hair is an exact reflection of Soo-Won’s. Her big eyes and pale skin are striking in resemblance to the man Yona once loved. And the way her mouth hides whatever it must honestly want to express with instead a disarming smile… Yona instantly both loves and hates her aunt. Everything she ever felt for Soo-Won is twisted up in this strange and beautiful mirror image of him. It's very emotionally confusing.

“Princess Yona. ...how beautiful,” Yong-Hi finally says in a sweet, high voice.

Yona wants to cry. The way any child with so little family would. She feels betrayed by how badly her heart with that bloody shard wishes those sweet words could make the pain disappear. But Yona knows: this woman is anything but beautiful inside.

Lili rides horseback on the outskirts of Kuuto with Shin-Ah, Tae-Woo, and Soo-Won. She's exhausted from their relentless journey.

But her nerves about what will transpire over the few hours -- everything that this mission was for -- have given her the motivation to stay awake. That and…

...watching Tae-Woo in front of her. He wanted to ride behind her so he could be in the position she is, but she insisted she keep an eye on the entire party. They’re her responsibility. And she wouldn’t have been able to stop thinking about him anyway. Might as well have the view.

She’s mused on every piece of him to pass the time. Those hips and everything that touches them. The look of those strong arms that reminds her what it feels like to have them around her. The cute headband he still wears. His lips. His heart. Did he really mean what he said the other night...?

Wait -- Lili notices Soo-Won is turning away from the city.

“This isn’t the right way. What are you doing?” Lili demands, her suspicion now on high.

“I said Kuuto. I never said the palace.”

Lili kicks her horse to speed up and moves in front of Soo-Won’s. “This is no time for games.”

“I’m happy to tell you where we’re going, Lady Lili.”

She scowls at him. “Now? Where was this information over the past two days?! Forgot to mention it?!”

Shin-Ah and Tae-Woo both ready their weapons.

Soo-Won remains calm. “I understand why you’re upset. The reason we’re headed this way is not because I’m a threat to Yona. My mother is.”

Lili stares at him, dumbfounded. Finally, “Your mother? You said you’d most likely die.”

Soo-Won’s expression shifts slightly enough to reveal a real sadness. “I didn’t deceive you.”

“I don’t understand…”

“She has an army.”

Yong-Hi smiles when Yona doesn’t respond to her. Then she rises. She gracefully glides toward the center of the room where Yona and Jae-Ha stand.

It’s now when Yona and Jae-Ha notice the soldiers appearing on the balcony. They're moving into the room along the perimeter along the first floor, as well.

Yong-Hi stops at Yona. She stands a few inches taller. Despite her age, her skin is equally as fair. Her elegance in the elaborate gown she is wearing is intoxicating. She truly has the look of a royal.

Yong-Hi slowly raises a hand and brings it to Yona’s cheek. Jae-Ha watches with hooded eyes. Yong-Hi studies Yona’s face as she draws her long fingers down the line of her chin.

“Didn’t your parents teach you to respond when your elders address you?” she asks with raised brows.

Yona continues to stare at this aunt who is foreign to her, more sad and confused than anything else. And then Yong-Hi’s smile fades into a frown.

WHAP! Yong-Hi’s slap across Yona’s face brings the princess to the ground.

Jae-Ha catches Yong-Hi’s wrist in an instant and pins it behind her back while moving a blade to her throat with his other hand. “I wouldn’t try that again.”

Bows are pulled back in the balcony. Swords are drawn on the first floor.

Yona sees a drop of her own blood fall to the floor. From the ground, she looks up at Yong-Hi and Jae-Ha.

When Soo-Won and his escorts arrive at the gate to his home, it opens without a word. They ride right through. Soo-Won stops on the other side and glances to the nearest guard.

“Is she here?”

The guard slowly nods. “Princess Yona is inside.”

“NO!” Lili screams out from behind.

She, Tae-Woo, and Shin-Ah immediately dismount and draw their weapons as guards and soldiers approach them.

Soo-Won has already dismounted and walks calmly ahead, all the armed forces parting like a sea for him to pass and then closing again behind him.

Lili chases after him and makes it some distance, but is ultimately held back by the guards.

Soo-Won turns and calls back with sincerity, “I’m sorry, Lili. This is something I must do alone,” then directly to the soldiers, “Do not harm Lady Lili.”

And as quickly as that, Soo-Won is gone.

Over fifty warriors now stand between the trio and the way to Yona. The soldiers pull their weapons on Tae-Woo and Shin-Ah.

Lili steps in front of both of them and pulls out her sword, shaky but determined. The soldiers stand unsure of how to proceed.

Lili announces defiantly, “We’re going in there.”

“How much further?” Kija looks back toward Hak and Se-Jun as they ride from the city.

“It should be straight ahead from here,” Hak shares before glancing down at Se-Jun once more. He’s gone unconscious now. Hak shared his horse with him so he could keep him from falling… but this… it’s majorly slowing them down -- and Se-Jun is in very dire condition.

Kija pulls his horse to a halt. “We need to go faster. And this man needs a doctor.”

Hak stares for a moment, then-- “We leave him here, he dies. I’ll keep him with me. Go, get to her as fast as you possibly can. Faster than that even.”

It’s a charged moment between the two men. “She’s your wife. I would understand if you wanted me to in--”

“--she’s the reincarnation from the prophecy and she needs her dragons,” Hak had trouble saying it, but he meant it. “I’ll be right behind you.”

Kija accepts the full weight of this honor and responsibility. He nods, then turns and rides off at full speed.

Hak watches for a second, tears in his eyes. That was damn near impossible for him to do.

He knows it’s what she would have wanted. He looks up to the sky with a curse on his mind and hope in his heart. Wishing for a prophecy to be true?

He runs a hand through his hair in frustration, then kicks his horse onward.

#akatsuki no yona #first night back in fuuga #yona of the dawn #fanfic #hak x yona

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