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[aishiteru-kenshin]

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Fanfic: Dawn and Dusk, by VannahFanfics

Fandom: Akatsuki no Yona / Yona of The Dawn

Pairing: Su-Won x Yona

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

[sorasan000]

Got my annual doujinshi haul. Mostly Kaccako but also got what's likely the only SuYona doujinshi in existence.

[vannahfanfics]

Dawn and Dusk Part V

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

Category: Romantic Fluff, Angst

Fandom: Yona of the Dawn

Characters: Soo-Won, Yona

Requested by: @lilc77​ (Tumblr)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Soo-Won spoke as she headed to the door. 

“You were crying.” 

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

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

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

“It’s better.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Enjoy this oneshot? Feel free to peruse my Table of Contents!

[voltagegirl]

I’m just gonna post this here and squeal by myself in a corner! The tables have turned and now Yona is comforting Suwon. T_T

[kimi-ni-todoke]

ｓｏｏ－ｗｏｎ ✖ ｈａｋ  - parallels compilation 

[vannahfanfics]

Hi! Can I please request 1) Physical Touch w/ YonaWon & 2) Quality Time w/ YonaWon for your Languages of Love event? Thank you!

Absolutely! Always happy to provide some good AkaYona content and quench your YonaWon thirst! :)

Forever

She hated when he got like this, and there was nothing she could do. 

Soo-Won shivered underneath the sheets, sweat slicking his straw-colored hair to his forehead. Pained groaned bubbled from his lips as he scrunched up his face in agony, breaths leaving his body in ragged gasps. Yona dipped a rag in cold water, saturating the soft white fibers, and then wrung it out. The water cascaded back down into the small wooden tub like rain, gradually dwindling into a few drips. Yona then gently draped it over his forehead, hoping to alleviate the heat from his fever just a little. 

Yona’s fingers skimmed down Soo-Won’s clammy face, lamenting the hot flush painting his cheeks. The rest of his skin was comparably pale, sweaty and sunken with illness. His attacks were coming more and more frequently, and growing more severe. Very soon, he would become bedridden. It was a tragic end, even for the man that had caused her so much confusion and grief. She was no closer to discovering the truth of their twisted little tale. 

“Oh, Soo-Won,” she murmured, petting his cheek softly. In his feverish stupor, he turned into her touch, nosing against the tips of her fingers. “What is to become of us?” 

“Don’t worry about that.” 

She jumped slightly, realizing that the barest sliver of his teal eyes were hazily gazing up at her. A small smile curled at the edge of his trembling lips. She hadn’t realized he was awake. He turned further into her touch, his cheek perfectly cupped into her palm. “I don’t want to think about that right now,” he said, voice hoarse from pain. 

“All right,” she said softly. Soo-Won continued to nuzzle into her hand, relishing the coolness it offered compared to his inflamed flesh. “Just rest,” she told him, knowing that he was fighting to stay awake. She could see it in his expression, the grimace painting his face as he tried to cling to consciousness. “I’ll take care of you, Soo-Won. Just rest.” 

“Forever?” he whispered. Her heart fluttered in her chest, but she could see from the glaze over his eyes that he was slipping into delirium. Tears bubbled up in her eyes as she nodded, swallowing thickly as the words lodged in her throat. 

“Yes, forever,” she forced out. Soo-Won released a relieved sigh, his eyes fluttering closed. His face slumped into Yona’s hand, but she didn’t mind; she continued to stroke his cheek with her thumb, soothing him through the thrall of his fever fit. She tried not to think about how short that forever could be, just focused on easing his pain as much as she could because that was her duty right now. She took his hand in her free one, squeezing the fingers tight. 

“Forever,” she whispered, the tears slipping down her cheeks as she squeezed her eyes tight. 

Enjoy this drabble? Feel free to find more on my Table of Contents!

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A Gift, Not a Given

They kneeled in the garden together, the afternoon sunlight shining down on their small shoulders. Yona’s pudgy fingers-- being only five years old sure made delicate tasks hard-- shook slightly as she tried to weave the flower stems together into a suitable crown. Try as she might, though, they kept slipping free and falling down into her lap. Soon, the bent stems would begin to fray and peel, and she would have to go find fresh flowers to try and build her crown. 

“I’m sorry, Soo-Won,” she pouted as she picked up the flower and tried weaving it in again. “This is taking so long, I’m sure you’re getting bored.” 

“No, it’s okay, Princess Yona,” the boy smiled, turning to face her. His blond hair swished around his shoulders, catching the bright sunlight to shine like pale gold. He really was a handsome boy, so much so that it brought heat to little Yona’s cheeks. “I enjoy spending time with you! Plus, it’s such a nice day to spend in the garden, don’t you think?” 

“Yeah!” Yona smiled, buoyed by his pleasant attitude. She went back to weaving the stems, twining them around each other so the bright pink blooms faced the front. “I like spending time with you, too,” she chirped while still looking down at her work-in-progress. “Father is so busy all the time... It’s nice to have someone who’s willing to spend time with me.” 

“It’s a shame,” Soo-Won tutted. She looked up to find him reclined against the trunk of the tree they were sitting under, staring up to observe the way the light played through the leaves. “You never know what might happen. He should enjoy his time with you while he can.” 

Yona blinked, confused by his statement. Her eyes then flooded with tears. 

“D-do you think something bad will happen to my father?” she asked, voice thick with fear and sorrow. Soo-Won hurriedly jolted upright, waving his hands in a placating gesture. 

“Th-that’s not what I meant!” he sputtered, and Yona calmed down a little, sniffing loudly as her nose was now stuffy with snot. Soo-Won smiled wanly, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment. “I just meant that every day is a gift, not a given, you know? You can’t take anything for granted.” 

“Oh,” she said with a small nod, even though she really didn’t get it. Soo-Won chuckled and patted her head while she looked down, putting the finishing touches on her crown. She stood up to put it on the older boy’s head, but she’d overestimated a little-- it drooped down, one end sliding over his eye. “Aw... I’m sorry.” 

“It’s okay,” he laughed while pushing the flower crown back up. “I love it because you made it for me, Princess Yona.” She smiled bashfully, fisting her dress and turning her body from side-to-side. She definitely wouldn’t take these carefree days and Soo-Won’s company for granted, not ever. He was her most special friend. 

Enjoy this drabble? Feel free to find more on my Table of Contents!

[sorasan000]

Offers egg to Kusanagi to get some good SuYonas this arc

[sorasan000]

That absolutely gorgeous SuYona doujinshi will be mine soon.