Morning Glories
Fandom: Akatsuki no Yona Ship: HakYonaSuwon Rating: Between Teen and Mature, depending on who raised you Notes: Modern AU. Takes place in the same universe as the Lush AU. More like a college-ish AU now. Should be noted that Yona and Suwon are nooot related in this AU. Oh buddy. I posted this on AO3 a million years ago
“Do you think we knew each other before?” Yona asks wistfully from where she’s draped partially across Suwon’s form, sprawled comfortably in the center of the mused bed, “like, in a past life? Or something like that.”
“Past lives are bullshit,” Hak murmurs against her shoulder in response, arm tightening around both his partners as he’s denied sleep yet again by Yona’s question. The redhead can’t help but scoff at his remark, rolling her eyes. “It was just a question.” She grumbles, trying to wiggle away from him, “you don’t have to be so negative.” Hak just curls himself into her back more. “You asked and I answered,” he replies, trying his best not to grin over the noises of disdain Yona makes at being effectively trapped between the two men.
“I think we could have,” Suwon finally chimes in, rolling onto his side to face his partners. “I mean, why not?” “Because stuff like that is stupid,” Hak replies, giving a quiet oof as Yona elbows him in the stomach. “It’s not stupid” Yona snaps, “and besides, what’s wrong with just imagining it, in any case? Why do you have to be so sour.” “I’m just being realistic-”
“Anyway” Suwon butts in, before Hak can dig himself into an even deeper hole with the princess. “Yona’s right- if nothing else, it’s at least fun to imagine.”
Hak grumbles some kind of unintelligible non-agreement, but doesn’t bait Yona further. “Right?” Yona chirps excitedly, more than pleased that Suwon is siding with her (as per the usual), “I mean, wouldn’t it be cool if we were, like, related to the old Kings or something! I mean, I am named after Empress Yona.” She says smugly with a flip of her hair, making sure to smack Hak in the face. He gives a quiet chuckle, opting to play along. “Ah, yeah, I could totally see you being related to Empress Yona. Wasn’t she a dragon or something? You definitely have the temper to match a dragon.”
“She wasn’t a dragon!” She swats at his hand, which was creeping its way down her thigh, “she commanded The Four Dragons of the legend!” “Hak wouldn’t know that, though,” Suwon chimes in, tugging Yona closer, “because he only ever got through our History classes by copying my notes.” The raven haired man groans and pulls himself up to lean on one arm, looking over his partners. “More like Mythology classes- you know that shit was all made up. You don’t even believe in it yourself, Suwon.” “Well, maybe there weren’t real dragons,” he agrees, “but Empress Yona was definitely real. And she had her followers called The Four Dragons. And they did wonderful things for our country.” “Forget the Dragons.” Hak comments, “the Thunder Beast guy was the coolest. Super strong and he got to get with the Empress. He had the good life.”
Yona can’t help but roll her eyes, glancing over her shoulder to look up at Hak. “That would be all you care about. Strength and sex.” He frowns and tugs on a lock of her hair. “Don’t forget food. I care about food, too.” “Ugh,” Yona huffs, and finally moves to sit up, moving herself out of Hak’s immediate grasp. Her hair- an absolute mess, as usual- falls over her shoulders and tumbles over her chest. Both Hak and Suwon catch each other’s eyes and pout behind her back. “If you’re going to be like this I’m going to leave,” she threatens, already shifting to climb over Suwon to get out of the bed. But the blond sits up to stop her, surrounding her with his arms and pressing a kiss to her forhead. “You know he’s just kidding,” he tells her with a smile. “You would make a great Empress. And you’ll make a great Queen one day.” Yona can’t help the blush that colors her cheeks at Suwon’s flattery. She tucks herself against his chest, embarrassed, and gives a soft mumble of “and Suwon’s going to make a great King one day, too.” He can’t help but laugh softly, adjusting their position to settle the redhead in his lap, wrapping his arms around her. “And we’ll have Hak, too, to always protect us.” Suwon comments, glancing back at the man who’s slowly rising to join them. “Hak can be our dog,” Yona grumbles, making Suwon laugh again. “Your dog, huh?” Hak questions from right behind Yona, making her jump. “That doesn’t sound so bad.” He says, nuzzling into her neck as his hands find her hips. “So long as this dog still gets to sleep in the royal bed.”
Yona moans softly as Hak nips at her skin, one of his hands moving to tangle in Suwon’s hair, tugging lightly. “And so long as good dogs get lots of treats from their royal owners.” “Don’t be gross.” “You started it.” “Guys.”