Since I wrote the last one-shot, several small scenes has popped into my head and, just as annoying as Hak can be, they refuse to disappear before I write them down. So you see my dear readers, I had no choice in the matter. As each one is not much more than a drabble and thus way too small to post as a complete fic, I thought I would gather them together in a one-shot collection focusing on Hak and Yona and their relationship. There will be fluff, angst and everything in between.

Ps, I do not own anything but my own imagination, and I most certainly do not profit from writing. So be kind to a poor penning-less writer and let me know what you think: review, follow, favourite! Whatever floats your boat.

First Out: Tea Party, or as I like to call it: The one time Hak ended up in a pink outfit. Oh yes I did… I should feel ashamed of myself.

Tea Party

Royals…

After spending a single afternoon in the royal castle in the capital, Hak could with great confidence conclude one thing: royals were a pain.

Young, annoying princesses with pretty eyes even more so than the rest of the irritating bunch.

Now that he had turned nine, his grandfather, the great Son Mundok, General of the proud Wind Tribe, had decided he was old enough to come with him on one of his trips to the capital city and the Hirjuu Castle. His adopted fathers' figure had thought it was time that he saw more of the world and learnt to know the royal family since he was destined to lead the clan when he grew up and his grandfather retired.

He had waited for that day to come for years! He had always wanted to see the capital and all its wonders, to try new foods, to meet new people and to learn new things.

He had not expected to be tackled upon arrival by a tiny, pink, fluff ball who had excitedly announced that she had waited foreeeever for him to arrive, because: "All the grown-ups are so boring; daddy and mommy are always busy doing boring ceremonies. You will play with me, won't you Hak? Daddy told me you and uncle Mundock was coming today and it's been foreeeever since I have someone my own age to play with." The energetic little girl stated before letting go off the rather stiff boy in her arms in favour of reaching out a small, feminine hand to grab his own.

A gesture he reciprocated with just the slightest hint of hesitation.

A girl? He had no clue how to play with girls, and even less with princesses. When he played with his friends in the wind tribe they usually started playing ball, and ninety-nine per cent of the times it ended up with the boys wrestling each other, and albeit Hak did not have the most extensive experience on the matter, he figured it was probably not exactly how girls usually played together. He desperately begged his grandfather with his eyes to help him but the old traitor just smirked at him with a smug look on his face and nodded for him to follow the tiny, fragile girl in the massive pink dress as she dragged him away to her quarters.

Hak mentally grumbled at the old treacherous geezer who had so unsympathetically left him to his fate as he was dragged through unimaginable huge corridors decorated by carefully hand-picked matching luxurious interior. He really wanted to stay and look at the ancient looking armour that flashed by in his periphery vision but realised clearly that such a simple wish would not be heard through the young princess' plans for him.

What had he done to deserve this?

And that's how he ended up in the most luxurious, girly room he had ever seen. It was filled to the brim with bright coloured toys and pink fabric. Hak could not help but wonder why it all had to be pink? But being here would not have been so bad in itself if he had not been talked into joining the young princess's tea party. The attendees consisted of the young princess, two of her carefully decorated dolls and him. And if that was not humiliating enough in itself, she had also somehow, how he could not quite put his finger on, managed to talk him into changing into something, "prettier than his traveling clothes." Because: "When you go to a tea party you are supposed to have pretty clothes on." The little girl with the flamingly red hair had insisted eagerly before turning around to ask the maid for something pink for the slightly older, black-haired boy sitting next to her looking utterly morose.

If any of his friends back at the tribe mansion saw him now he would never be able to show his face in public again.