Hmmm I don't know but I found Weaver stopping the bullet very interesting. I do like that Upendo named his daughter Peace, and that she was all too willing to kill Weaver.
Oh, Weaver didn’t stop the bullet. The bullet stopped, but it wasn’t Weaver who did it. It was someone who has a vested interest in keeping Peace from killing Weaver.
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It just hit midnight for me here and I am so excited to post this. Merry Christmas @burningprim! I have a (hopefully) cute little Hak x Yona fic for you here--I figured a little christmasy fluff was just what you needed for this holiday :D I hope you enjoy it, and that you have a fantastic Christmas! May everything go just right for you, as it does for Hak and Yona in this fic.
Title: Will You Dance With Me?
Ships: Hak x Yona
Word Count: 1,574
Yona watched the snow fall soft and thick on the fields. Behind her, the village festivities filled the night with music and laughter. Firelight sent dancing shadows across the snow. People sang and clapped their hands, but from here, the sounds were muted.
She breathed in the cool air, trying to calm herself.
They’d arrived in the village a day before, just in time to help the people finish their preparations for their winter festival. Yona and the others had been delighted to help. The festivities were a nice change of pace after traveling and fighting for so long. At the time, Yona had also been busy making gifts for everyone. A scarf for Zeno, a hand-painted bowl for Yoon, snow proof boots for Jae-ha, a necklace for Shin-ah (as well as some nuts for Ao she’d bought), and warmer hand wrappings for Kija. The only problem was she wasn’t sure what to get Hak.
Hak, who’d been by her side from the very beginning. She’d already given him the Lazurite necklace and wished for him to be happy, but she felt like that wasn’t enough. He deserved more—he was special, after all.
When she first thought that—that Hak was special to her—her face had gone red.
Why? Why was he so special? Why did she get this feeling whenever she talked to him?
Was it…? But it couldn’t possibly be. This wasn’t at all like what she felt for Soo-won. This was warm and quiet. This had been there in her heart for a long time—she had only noticed recently how much this feeling had grown.
What else could it be?
Yona shook her head and hugged herself. Her feelings had confused her and she had gone and done something stupid. She wanted to give Hak something unique. So, she thought, why not herself?
She’d asked him to dance.
The first thing Hak did—the first thing Hak always did—was laugh. He’d given her that telltale look and he’d laughed. Yona remembered the heat filling her cheeks as he said, “Good one, Princess.”
What else could she do but run away? She couldn’t stand that teasing look on his face, the sarcasm in his words. Her question had been genuine but he’d treated it like a joke.
Stupid! Why didn’t she just make something for him like she did with the others?
Yona felt tears prick her eyes and hated herself for the weakness. She shouldn’t have expected Hak to feel the same way about her, so why did his refusal to dance hurt so much? It felt like someone had ripped open her heart.
The snow muffled the footsteps behind her, and Yona was so focused on trying not to cry that she didn’t notice Hak until he spoke.
“Do you ever plan on coming back?” he asked, making her start. “The others are pretty worried about you.”
Yona swiped at her eyes, blinking away the tears. She didn’t turn to face him—she didn’t want him to see her face at that moment.
“Hak?” she croaked. She cleared her throat. “I—I’ll be back in a minute. I’m just…just…”
She heard him take a few steps toward her and tensed.
“Princess? Is everything alright?”
She hated the concern in his voice because it made that warmth stir in her heart. She tried to beat it down, but failed. Taking in a deep breath, Yona turned and forced a smile.
“I’m fine,” she said, her fake cheer filling the air like static.
Hak didn’t smile. He scrutinized her, and after a moment, he reached forward and put a hand to her forehead.
Yona blinked at him. “Hak? What’re you doing?”
“Well, you don’t have a fever,” he murmured. He didn’t take his hand away as he looked into her eyes, and Yona couldn’t help but lean into its warmth. Her face flushed under his stare.
“I’m fine,” she repeated, her voice wavering. “I just feel bad about making you feel uncomfortable.”
Hak raised an eyebrow, and leaned in. He was so close she could feel his breath on her face. “Me, uncomfortable? What are you talking about?”
Yona looked down at her feet. “When I asked you to dance. I’m sorry, it was gonna be your Christmas gift but I didn’t think it’d make you feel uncomfortable. I should have just—”
She was practically blubbering now and she squirmed under Hak’s wide-eyed stare. Her eyes were damp again but she didn’t move to dry them. After a moment, she stepped away from him and forced a smile again.
“I’ll go back now,” she said, starting to walk around him.
Hak caught her wrist. “Don’t.”
Yona looked up at him in surprise. Hak wouldn’t meet her eyes—he looked down at the snow, scuffing his feet.
“I don’t want you to go.”
Her heart fluttered at the words. She opened and shut her mouth, not sure what to say.
Hak cracked a smile and laughed, but it seemed to be at himself this time. “I should have said yes.”
“What?” Yona asked.
“To dancing. I should have said yes.” He finally met her eyes and Yona’s heart jumped to her throat at his words. “I thought you were joking, but you weren’t, were you?”
Yona shook her head and looked away. “I thought it would be a good Christmas gift,” she mumbled. “But I can see why it wasn’t—”
“No, it was.” He took her other hand and placed it on his shoulder. “I’d be happy to accept it.”
Yona’s breath hitched in her throat as Hak wrapped an arm around her waist. The hand that held hers was warm and covered in callouses. It was a hand she knew well, a hand she trusted. As he took the first step, following the rich notes of the villagers’ music in the distance, she followed. They both moved hesitantly, their steps careful in the snow. Their arms were stiff, their bodies rigid with tension. But as the music swelled, Yona felt herself relaxing into his lead. She trusted Hak, more than she’d ever admitted to him. His warmth, his voice—these were familiar to her. Dancing in the snow felt right.
Hak didn’t meet her eyes as he danced. Under the moonlight, Yona thought she saw a hint of red in his cheeks. Hak was smiling as he led her, and this made Yona smile too. She twirled through the snowflakes, and laughter bubbled from her lips as Hak spun her faster and faster.
Step, step, whirl. Their eyes met and they grinned at one another. Fire raced through Yona’s veins and her breathing was rapid, but she didn’t care. How could she possibly care when Hak was the one holding her and dancing with her?
Hak took a step back, pulling her toward him. But his foot slipped in the snow, and suddenly he was falling over, pulling Yona with him. Before she knew what was happening, Yona found herself on Hak’s chest, looking down at his startled face. She froze.
Hak blinked and then laughed. It sounded cheerful, but Yona thought she detected nervousness underneath. Still, the sound was so Hak that she couldn’t help but smile in return. She was happy to see him laughing again…At that moment, as his eyes crinkled and his laughter filled the air, Yona thought of something reckless.
Was she ready for this? Was she ready to love again? More importantly, after everything that had happened, was Hak ready to open up to someone else?
Would he love her back?
Everything he’d shown her that night said yes. Yona was still afraid, but she didn’t want to leave these questions unanswered.
She leaned forward and pressed a hasty kiss to his cheek.
Hak stiffened under her and Yona pulled away, feeling her heart skip a beat as she looked down at Hak’s frozen face. His mouth was slightly open, stuck in the middle of his laugh. He gazed up at her with a searching look in his eyes.
All at once the heat rushed into Yona’s cheeks. She shouldn’t have done that. Why did she think that was a good idea? She’d just ruined everything, she should have just—
Hak’s hand found her face, cupping her cheek.
“Hak?” she said. I—”
Before she could say anything more, he leaned up and pressed his lips to her mouth. Yona felt something spark in her chest and her heart started to pound. Hak’s kiss was gentle but electrified. She leaned into it, closing her eyes and devouring his passion.
She wanted it to last forever. Yona never wanted to let him go. But, inevitably, they broke apart.
Hak held her gaze for a long time, his hand still resting on her cheek. His eyes were bright and she felt her heart swell at the warmth she saw there. She wanted to kiss him again. She wanted to hold him and lay in the snow with him forever.
“That’s my Christmas gift,” Hak murmured.
After a long hesitation, Yona managed to stutter out, “I’ll treasure it.”
Hak’s mouth tugged upward in his usual mocking grin. “Perhaps you’ll need another so you’ll remember it better.”
It took her a second to understand what he meant. The blush returned to her face, but in the dim light it didn’t really matter. She met his lips eagerly, determined to make their next kiss unforgettable.
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I do love Flax's obliviousness to Baltimore and Beam dating.
Flax has trouble picking up on romantic stuff, honestly, when she’s watching a movie or a TV show and two people kiss, she’s probably shocked that it “came out of nowhere” regardless of how much buildup or tension there is, and it helps that she has a tendency to get caught up in her own little world of thought that makes it easy for her to miss things right in front of her face.
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Raquel is Ariadne isn't she OH MY GOD HOLY SHIT but wait how does Weaver know where they are
First, Ariadne’s crew is all orphans and runaways, and most of them have very good reasons for not wanting their parents to find them. Weaver’s intel is good, the former Raquel Ramos is on Ship Trap Island, although at this point neither Weaver nor the Ramos parents have any reason to believe Raquel and Ariadne are one and the same. As far as any of them is aware, Raquel is not there willingly, but has been captured by the notorious pirate Ariadne.
Second, isn’t it obvious how Weaver knows where they are? They were followed from Highwater. You saw it happen! The Divoratori ship that was following them was destroyed and sold for scrap, but not before the Divoratori saw the station and the ship. Ariadne’s crew has had multiple encounters with the Divoratori, so they recognized her ship and her station when they saw it, and since they all share a common mind, the Divoratore head in Weaver’s office was able to pass their location on to Weaver.
Note: no one outside Ship Trap Island knows that Alicia is there, and no one in the Earth government knows which member of Ariadne’s crew is the real Ariadne, as they all use it as a public alias to cover their tracks.
