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oooo you wanna read “in life and death” soooo bad oooo my hypnosis is working ooooo

this is peak fiction for getting Dokja the love he deserves AND making him extremely confused and worried in the process <3

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Kim Dokja x Reader/Original Character

Summary:

In which a reader finds herself tossed into the pages of her favorite web novel after her untimely death. A novel of a novel within reality. It's a reader's dream, right? Well, this reader vows to bring the right epilogue to her beloved character, Kim Dokja. She will give him the happiest of endings. Or she will die trying. ...Good thing death isn't always permanent in this new world.

Read the polished version on AO3! [Note: chapters are ahead by 4 on ao3 with different titling]

Tags: isekai + transmigration, fix-it, AU canon-divergence, inaccurate religion and lore, moral ambiguity, friends to lovers, slow burn (?), angst, fluff + humor Warnings: strong violence, sexual content, and language. Brief suicidal thoughts (Chapter -2). Implied/ref sexual assault. This work is Mature (18+)

A/N: This is going to be a long one! Two chapters of prologue (-2 and -1) and a friends to lovers romance starting from 1. It's essentially an indulgent, self or reader-insert, but I don't like using "y/n" so her/your name is Choi Yeona. Please mind the warnings

⚠️MAJOR SPOILERS FOR ORV WEB NOVEL AND MANHWA!!!!⚠️

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Table of Contents

Ep I. Beginnings : [-2] [-1]

Ep II. Interlude : [0]

Ep III. A Ruined World—Round Two : [1] [2] [3]

Ep IV. Motion Picture Soundtrack : [4] [5]

Ep. V. Reapers and Revelations : [6] [7] [x] [8] [9]

Ep. VI. Gone Fishing : [10] [11]

Ep. VII. A Kingless World : [12] [13] [14] [15]

Ep. VIII.

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Bonus

⟡ fic playlist

⟡ character description

Inspired by fics

⟡ My moment in time by @azaleasbloom [HSY x OC]

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My moment in time

summary

Han Sooyoung’s feelings have always existed in a bubble outside of everyone else’s bonds. She’d never understand their emotions, the connection they shared, as they would never understand her’s.

She doubted this moment would be any different, but that didn’t stop her from hoping.

tiny oneshot (~1k words) and some hcs at the end for my fav ship ever bc Dokja can’t handle all of Yeona. (Apparently no one can)

PLEASE read “In life and death” by the sweet @snowfieldstories , as it is AMAZING (and Choi Yeona is from there)

NOVEL SPOILERS!

5 am writing needs no beta, this shit is the prototype we’re never getting out of the vault

Han Sooyoung knew she loved Choi Yeona. She also knew that there was no timeline where Yeona loved her back—where Yeona even existed. So she loved her quietly from afar, filing away every observation under the things she loved about that woman.

She’d notice her typing into her notepad app, murmurs of interest as she mentioned something about “this scenario wasn’t covered…”.

She’d be endeared when Yeona would come up to her to ask if a sentence sounded “good” for her story. They always did.

And she’d notice the brightness radiating off of her smile, and the twinkling in her eyes whenever she finally figured something out.

And Sooyoung would always be amused whenever Yeona would act excited as her luck struck, as if it wasn’t her ability which caused this fortune. (Sooyoung had a slight hunch it was more than just her ability at play, though.)

A memory carefully creeps up to the forefront of her thoughts. A memory about such luck.

“Sooyoung! Two four leafed clovers!” Yeona enthusiastically turned around, holding the two clovers in her hands. “What’re the chances?”

Sooyoung lip twitched to a smile far more genuine than she’d ever let on. “Oho, it seems this scenario will be passing without a hitch.”

“Mmhm,” Yeona paused, looking down at her hands. “Take one, that way you’ll have some luck too.”

“I think you have enough luck for the both of us.”

“All my luck combined couldn’t possible combat your unluckiness.” Yeona insisted dryly, stretching out her hand to give Sooyoung the clover. Upon noticing Sooyoung had zero intention of taking the clover, she sighed.

“You’re so stupid.” Yeona mumbled, gently pushing Sooyoung’s hair behind her ear, placing the clover in the raven hair. “Now you’ll definitely be safe.”

Sooyoung laughed, voice hoarse. “Sure will be.” ‘As long as you stay with me’ is left unuttered.

She wouldn’t dare admit it out loud, but she’d kept that clover, tucked deep into the recesses of her dimensional pocket.

Her favourite thing about Yeona, though, was how she always seemed close by. Just within her reach. Always there when she needed encouragement. As if Yeona knew her success was an unchangeable fact of this world.

It made Sooyoung’s chest tighten. Having someone believe her to this degree was unfathomable. But she supposed Yeona was an unfathomable being.

Sooyoung was stupid, she’d admit that. Stupid for thinking this closeness she felt wasn’t just a placeholder for Yeona as she waited for her next round. The squeezing ache everytime she’d hear the name “Dokja” fall quietly off of Yeona’s lips was proof of that.

It was worse when she met him. She understood why Yeona had spent so long waiting for him, obsessing over his arrival. He really was the type of guy she’d fall inlove with. He was nothing like Sooyoung.

Han Sooyoung loved Choi Yeona, however she was nothing but a blip in her life.

Discoloured crimson splattered across the ground, and Yeona’s body followed swiftly after. A worn murmur of the name “Dokja” came from her.

“Yeona!” Sooyoung panicked, her voice so strained it came out soundless. Rushing to her side, steps wavering as she got closer.

The burning within her chest from the betrayal just one minute prior disappeared, replaced with a crushing weight.

Red stained her white suit, a gnarly wound seared into Yeona’s side, half open and half molten. The smell of charred flesh wafted through the air, and Sooyoung felt sickened. Knees buckling as she arrived right next to Yeona, she quietly struggled to breathe.

She couldn’t be angry at her, angry that she’d ruined her plan—ruined the eternity she was foolishly hoping to spend with her.

“No please, everything else can fail just—“ She let out a strangled wail, overwhelmed by the sequence of events that had just rushed by, hands desperately pushing against Yeona’s scorched wound to stop the immense bleeding, “Please, not you.”

Blood sprouted over Sooyoung’s shaking hands, yet Yeona remained strangely peaceful, her eyes flitting around and searching for another’s despite Sooyoung being right infront of her.

Couldn’t she see her, pathetically holding onto her collapsed body?

Dokja came rushing to Yeona’s other side, and Yeona’s eyes slowed their movement upon finding his own. Sooyoung could barely hear his words, bitterness clawing its way out her chest.

‘Look at me! For once!’ She wanted to yell,

‘Yeona I’m here too!’ She wanted to cry,

‘Don’t leave me alone.’ She couldn’t say it.

Yeona smiled at Dokja, fucking smiled at him, and it might’ve been the most beautiful thing Sooyoung had ever seen. She felt resentful, though. That smile wasn’t directed at her, it never had been, and she couldn’t understand the message it conveyed. It was their emotions after all, and she had no part in it.

Dokja’s panic was evident, frantic. It was a surprise to see the calculating man become so desperate. He asked her, begging to see her again in the next round, and she replied.

“…yes.” Rolled slowly off of her parted lips, losing strength in the muscles of her face. As if to reassure him. Sooyoung is sure that’s what it was. Did their bond mean so little that she wouldn’t even call out to her?

It wasn’t fair to Yeona for Sooyoung to be this bitter as she passed, her blood slowly trailing further away from her body. It wasn’t fair to Sooyoung either, though. Why did he get to be with her?

Small pieces of Yeona’s charred flesh began melting into specks of gold. They flew up among the empty backdrop of the night sky, and with haste began increasing in amount.

She figured out how to regress, it seemed. Dokja was panicking, but relieved. Sooyoung was conflicted, watching her dearest person wither away like dandelion seeds swept by the wind.

So this was it. Yeona would go to whatever round Dokja was from, and they’d be happy. They’d be happy. She’d be happy. And Sooyoung was alone.

She let her head go limp, tightly closing her eyes to make the burn stop. Yeona’s hand was right next to her own, yet she couldn’t bring herself to grasp it.

“I wish you could take me with you.” Her last whispered words to her withering bloom.

The words never reached Yeona.

Sooyoung is always left out of everyone’s duos GODDAMNIT my heart aches for you girl

More stupid hc’s that I didn’t get to add

⁃ HSY (3rd) sees CYN in her dreams at times, but it’s always a red water coloured mess.

⁃ HSY, while writing TWSA, would describe many of the background characters with features similar to CYN

⁃ HSY feels jealous of KDJ, yet she understands why CYN chose him. She wouldn’t have been writing TWSA if she didn’t, yet she still hates that she does.

⁃ CYN got super worried about HSY during one of the rounds and hugged her tightly when she came out (relatively) unscathed. HSY couldn’t stop feeling the tingling warmth of her touch until days later

⁃ CYN considered staying with HSY and the others, but (sadly) her love for KDJ outweighed her love for them. HSY feels bitter that she wasn’t enough for her, but doesn’t blame her.

⁃ (This might be timeline inaccurate but idc) when HSY ran to the station to find KDJ (and failed to call out to him), she’d noticed a familiar face among the others. It was CYN. She thought maybe if she couldn’t reach him, she could reach her. Calling out her name, HSYs eyes widened as noise came out of her lips. CYN turned around, but was confused as to who this person was, and sheepishly excused herself and went onto the subway. It was CYN pre transmigration. HSY story was extinguished as she tried to call out CYNs name one last time

⁃ UGHHHHHHHH I HATE THEM

⁃ I should write that last hc as an actual ficlet

⁃ I like the idea that CYN was so out of it when she died during the 1863rd round that she didn’t even realise HSY being desperate, she was just searching for KDJ. Worried abt KDJ. GOD. I HATE YOU KDJ.

⁃ I like the idea of HSY and KDJ perceiving CYNs last “yes” as a reply to something KDJ said, instead of her confirming to use the system or whatever, mmmmm unreliability

⁃ HSY gave KDJ her coat but kept the clover bruhhh

⁃ HSY AND CYN ANTHEM IS “All I Need” by Radiohead FROM HSY POV

⁃ Notice how HSY was by CYNs fleshy wounded side and KDJ was by her healthy side?? Yeahhh…