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Hello are there any #Joongdok fic writers who would be interested in filling a dropped prompt? You do not have to have signed up for ORV Gotcha. The prompt is essentially canonverse ORV except Joongdok are exes. The minimum word count is ~1000 words. Please DM us if you're interested and we will tell you more details! Thank you!

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A fic of Yoohankim High School AU written by RStar6709 on AO3, for @sarcasticmirage's prompt! Thank you so much for donating as part of ORV Gotcha for Gaza!

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 전지적 독자 시점 - 싱숑 | Omniscient Reader - Sing-Shong Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Han Sooyoung/Kim Dokja/Yoo Joonghyuk Characters: Kim Dokja, Han Sooyoung (Omniscient Reader), Yoo Joonghyuk Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Scenarios (Omniscient Reader), High School AU, Fluff, bickering. because these guys are annoying af, dynamic based off a tumblr post, mostly pre-relationship, i did add a brief snippet of them Together at the end, i'd say crack treated seriously but like. as if this dynamic isn't just Them, Pov swaps midway because I decided its funnier

Summary:

“Why are you writing Yoo Joonghyuk fanfiction?” Kim Dokja asked, getting straight to the point. Her cheeks puffed and her jaw clenched. “His name is Yoo Joonhyun.” “Still too close.” “Whatever. You keep talking about him every day, so I’m writing out the fantasies I know you’ve been having about him.” He gagged.

or: 3 times Hankim discuss writing rpf of YJH while he isn't around, 1 time YJH is around, (and then a bonus)

(read it on ao3)

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Asuka and Izumi for @featherxs, for the @orv-gotcha-for-gaza!

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'cause my love will be fierce (and your love will be missed)

my other prompt for @orv-gotcha-for-gaza for @evelinadodge! i am SO sorry about how long this took. i have no excuses except for uh. underestimating law school OTL. i hope this is even slightly what you're looking for!

Sometimes Yoo Joonghyuk thinks that the whole traveling mercenary thing leaves much less to be desired than advertised. Then he steps into a court again and remembers the alternative.

“Lord Yoo,” someone says, and he resists the urge to grimace. He turns around, and a woman with auburn hair smiles at him, bows. He nods back, not responding. 

The woman doesn’t seem to be bothered by this, eyes scanning over him. It’s not the look he’s used to getting from young noblewomen, the one that wonders whether he still has enough pedigree to be worth marrying, or, at the very least, a night of fun (the answer to both questions is and always has been an empathetic no). Rather, it looks like she’s looking him over for something, some quality or characteristic that makes him feel oddly seen. It is not an especially comfortable feeling.

“What do you want,” Namwoon scowls at her from behind him. Yoo Joonghyuk resists the urge to sigh - he really should’ve known better than to bring him to these sorts of functions by now. Though, on the other hand, the alternative option would’ve been leaving him without supervision, which was equally risky.

On Namwoon’s side, Jihye punches him in the shoulder, which is no less rude but does the job. “Stop embarrassing Master!” she hisses, not quite soft enough to be discreet. Yoo Joonghyuk tries not to close his eyes against the incoming headache.

Thankfully, Hyunsung steps forward then, more affable than their entire party combined: “It’s a pleasure to meet you, my lady,” he says with a knight’s easy charm. “My name is Lee Hyunsung. May I have your name, and what your business is with the lord?”

Yoo Joonghyuk barely manages not to grimace at being called a lord. This night was really getting worse and worse.

The woman glances at them, then shares a look with the woman beside her, clad in knight’s clothing. “My name is Yoo Sangah,” she says. “This is Sir Heewon. And we...may be in need of your assistance.”

--

The story is a typical one: a tyrant who went too far, an uprising, a queen who is deposed alongside her husband, a prince in a dungeon. A line of executions.

“And you want me to stop the executions,” Yoo Joonghyuk says. They’re on a balcony now, away from prying ears. 

Yoo Sangah shakes her head. “I want you to save him.”

“Just him?”

A hesitation.

“Just him.”

“Why?”

She smiles, slight. “He was my betrothed,” she says.

He considers her - she doesn’t seem the kind of person who is easily taken in by sweet words or false gestures. “So it’s because of love?”

“Not- the way you think. We were not...romantically involved. But he was...unlike the rumors. Kind. He was a good friend, and would have made a good partner, if nothing else.” there is no sign of a lie in her voice. “He was my best friend, and-”

“He was my brother,” Sir Heewon says. “In all but blood. He cared for his people, even when his ma- the former king tried to force him not to. He was the only reason the revolution succeeded. But now-” her fists clench. “He told us that it was better for them to all be executed, for the story to have a clean ending. He pretended- he pretended to hold Lady Sangah hostage, so that she would not be seen as complicit. He bade me go with her to make sure she was protected. He got every one of the innocent castle staff to escape. It’s unjust, for him to die. I am his knight. I can’t allow it.”

“We can compensate you,” Lady Sangah rushes to reassure him. “My family - my dowry is still intact, so I can give you as much as you need.”

It is a startling story, an almost unbelievable one. What kind of prince gives up his power, his title, his life, just for the sake of a story? He looks behind him, and meets the eyes of his companions. They understand each other.

“...alright,” he says. If nothing else, he wants to meet the person who inspired such loyalty.

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It is, he will admit, a very neat ending that Kim Dokja had orchestrated.

The commoners in the yard, holding weapons made from improvised tools. The bodies already piled up, dressed in royal blues, the blood staining them closer to violet. The prince, plain but for the strange calmness of his expression, the almost excited glint in his eyes, standing atop the execution stand.

“And we will finally be free,” the lady-knight in front of the stand says, steady hand on a leather-wrapped sheath. “From the tyranny that the Demon King has held us under, the cruelty of their progeny- let us live, now, as we were meant to. Let us live as people, rather than cattle.”

A cheer echoes down the crowd, the sound like a church bell or a horn -- something like change, like revolution. And in the centre, the prince that nobody knows has orchestrated all of it, hemp woven in a loop along a pale throat in a noose he wears like a crown.

“You sure we actually wanna save the guy?” Namwoon mutters out of the side of his mouth, cloak thankfully covering his fidgeting. “It feels kind of like a bummer for these guys. They’re probably gonna throw a party after this.”

“Shut up,” Jihye’s voice, echoing in their ears via Uriel’s carefully-maintained communications spell, says before Joonghyuk can say the same thing. “I’m ready, master.”

Yoo Joonghyuk nods slightly. The signal. He sees her begin to move from the corner of his eye, the slight slide of her palm to unsheathe her shield-

- and then an arrow pierces the air, cutting through the noose. The lady-knight draws her sword, swings it towards him - good instincts - but it is stopped by a shield the size of a man. Hyunsung, always quicker on the draw than people would assume of his stature, meets her sword with a clang of metal on metal. Defending, because this revolution was not wrong, even if the one they’re executing may not be the man they thought he was.

Yoo Joonghyuk is moving before his mind catches up with his steps, a hand slipping around the no-longer-prince’s waist and hauling him over a shoulder. He isn’t sure why he’s moving so quickly, except that something about the resignation in his eyes feels familiar, irksome.

“If you want to hold someone hostage, I must warn you now that I have few around willing to pay any ransom,” Kim Dokja says, strangely placid for the situation. If it weren’t for the momentary tenseness of his body, the flash of confusion in his expression before it disappeared over Yoo Joonghyuk’s shoulder, he would’ve been fooled into thinking that  the former prince had predicted all of this.

As it is, he replies: “You are worth more than you think.” it seems to startle Kim Dokja into silence, until Kim Namwoon joins them, a smirk on his face: “Your girlfriend paid us a pretty sum for saving you -- I hope you’re ready to be a concub- argh!”

Yoo Joonghyuk removes his palm from the back of the teenage boy’s head, rolling his eyes. Strangely, this makes Kim Dokja even more tense. “My-”

“Lady Sangah hired us,” Yoo Joonghyuk says, not mincing words. They weave through the back of buildings, commoner-knights and determined farmers and soot-covered revolutionaries beating footsteps fainter and fainter behind them. It is a shame- their determination brought them victory against their leaders, but it is not quite enough against Yoo Joonghyuk’s team. Or their magic.

“Where are you taking me?” Kim Dokja says, as they go further and further towards the outskirts of the city. Instead of answering, Yoo Joonghyuk runs faster towards their meeting spot, where Jihye and Hyunsung will meet them before they go back to the location Yoo Sangah gave to them. After a few moments of quiet, realizing that he was not being given an answer, Kim Dokja continues: “I see that the rumors about Lord Yoo becoming a renegade were accurate, though I admit I would’ve imagined you to be taking more noble jobs then this.”

“Bold words for the one who’s keeping you alive,” Yoo Joonghyuk says, without thinking. He blinks as he catches the edge of a smirk out of the corner of his eye. He was trying to get a reaction, he realizes. That little-

“Jihye!” His attention is snapped back by Namwoon’s shout, and his feet stop sharply at the sight of his student, standing where they were supposed to meet.

A knife at her throat.

“I would thank you to put that boy down,” the one holding the dagger says evenly, their clock wreathing them like a shadow. Yoo Joonghyuk’s eyes sweep over her face, tense but carefully calm. To Hyunsung beside her, a hand hovering over his shoulder, where a bloom of red is spreading from an arrow sticking grotesquely out of his shirt. He hesitates. Holds out an arm to stop Namwoon from taking a step forward.

“Who are you?” he asks instead, keeping his voice level.

The figure makes a sound like a scoff. “You’re in no position to ask.”

“But I am,” Kim Dokja says. Yoo Joonghyuk hisses as he feels the tip of a foot dig into his waist, as if he were a horse that Kim Dokja were trying to put to heel. “Put me down, you stupid sunfish.”

“Do you want to die?”

“Well, now that you’ve ruined my first plan, no. I don’t plan on dying in a random place outside my former kingdom, felled in the midst of strangers. But that’s not what’s going to happen. Trust me.”

What an absurd thing to ask, of a person you’ve just met. A person you yourself have no reason to trust.

He cared for his people.

He was a good friend.

Trust me.

He puts the former prince down.

“What-” Kim Namwoon begins to protest, but Kim Dokja’s voice cuts him off, steady and with the words that Yoo Joonghyuk may have least expected.

“What are you doing back, mother?”

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ORV art of fan designs of the Journey to the West arc characters for @mouseofsciences , done by our wonderful artist Daphne! Thank you so much for donating to Palestinian fundraisers as part of ORV Gotcha for Gaza!

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I've posted my first fic!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63392044#main

well... it's not exactly my first. I've posted before but those were promptly deleted and then I stopped writing for a while...

please, enjoy and tell me what you think! (I also noticed some typos. do tell me if you notice some ridiculous mistypes)

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My second fic for the @orv-gotcha-for-gaza event!

Title: The Thoughts of Yoo Sangah Words: 1,226 Characters: Yoo Sangah, Gong Pildu, Olympus Nebula, Lee Gilyoung Theme: Angsty but kinda bad ass Yoo Sangah

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In a small corner of Gaza, where the lights fade and darkness falls, Mahmoud sat alone, thinking. He was a young man like any other, dreaming of a better future, a safe home, and a job that would provide him and his family with a decent life. But the dream turned into a nightmare, and life into a daily struggle for survival.

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