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I was gone all day I almost missed saying it’s the birthday of the biggest loser

HAPPY YOO JOONGHYUK DAY

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“Why do bad things always happen to mediocre people who are stealing other people’s identities?”

-Kim Dokja, probably

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THE MOST WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR

It is Christmas, which fills Danny with hate.

He’s hated it for years

and he’s fed up to his ears.

So it’s time for this holiday to abate.

Under the cover of the early night,

When frosty air had the most bite

Danny stood in the square

Wind in his white, ghostly hair.

He waited for the whispers

To travel down the fork in the road

Spreading between missus and misters,

Reaching the least humble abode.

Inside, a pair geared up

To destroy this Phantom running amuck.

Setting aside their qualms

About Santa, to crush a ghost in their palms.

And so our heroes meet,

The villain ready to greet,

In his hands a bag of red cloth

A large figure bulging its swath.

He cackled and snickered

Whilst the parents bickered.

“Santa’s bag, it cannot be!”

“Don’t you see Maddie, he’s come for me!”

With one unsure

And the other joyously pure

They both watched on

As the hand in the bag had withdrawn

They both dropped to the floor

Agape

The figure before them a shock to the core

Santa, his neck sliced with a scrape.

“Santa is real!”

The ghost’s words made them reel.

“And Santa is dead.”

This would stick forever in each parent’s head

And their hearts, filled with dread

Creating nightmares that haunted their bed.

However Danny

Upstairs in his own cranny

Was laughing and smiling with giddy

Because he didn’t really kill Santa, did he?

No, it was an illusion.

A Frosbite-plus-costume fusion

What a delight it had been

For little ghost Phantom to finally get his win.

Author: Writer, Ghost

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happy birthday!

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Vlad Plasmius, legal guardian extraordinaire

[dpxdc] (I guess this is somewhat of a series: Other 1, Other 2)

Vlad hadn’t not considered the possibility of the bats becoming suspicious of his legal ward, but he’d sort of thought they wouldn’t try to bypass Danny and go to him, the eccentric rich billionaire. As one himself, Bruce Wayne had ought to know to keep to himself. Or at the very least, keep to his demographic of impressionable young teens with black hair and blue eyes.

Maybe it was the fact that Vlad had already claimed guardianship of the boy, however reluctant Danny had been to let him do so.

Either way, he was not pleased. Like the spinoff prequel of a media starring the most unlikeable antagonist with a sleazy sob story—Vlad should have been left on his lonesome to be only glanced at with disdain on the odd occasion he became relevant.

He wasn’t.

-

A letter greeted him at his doorstep.

He could tell just by the mode of passage and the cartography on the envelope that this was from ‘Bruce Wayne’ and not Batman.

Why must…

Vlad groaned and left the letter on one of his extravagant tables. He would deal with it tonight.

-

I fear I should’ve prepared.

Vlad hadn’t prepared any assets, any counterattacks—anything at all, because of all things, he didn’t think Danny would become the Wayne’s enemy. Certainly not when the boy didn’t even know who they really were.

Wait…Vlad thought of the boy’s occasional grumpy, tired personality. Actually, it could be possible. Still, the kid always meant so disgustingly well, surely a bunch of heroes wouldn’t hate the kid.

Now, he was presented money on the table, like some popular drama show. Or rather, a large investment into Vlad’s business.

“And this is all for free?”

“Friends don’t count favors,” the burly man guffawed. Underneath his glowy, billionaire exterior, Vlad could see the rougher edge.

He felt quite threatened by how unsubtle the man was being. Was he simply that confident in his abilities?

“Of course you’ll accept it, so why don’t we have a drink at my place tomorrow night? I know you’re aware WE supplies all of the resources for your business here, but I would love to connect you with some of my people, as well.”

Oh, so it was like that.

Vlad slid the thin agreement over, signing it with a stiff smile. So what if he was threatening him for making any wrong step? He didn’t even know what Danny had done or gotten involved in—and surely gotten involved in by pure accident. He’d just tell Danny to shut his mouth. Danny would probably tell him to shut up, and that he didn’t want anything to do with hero-business anymore.

Win-win.

-

“What do you mean, sometimes?” Vlad spat through gritted teeth.

Danny rolled his eyes, flipping through a plethora of copy-paste home makeover shows. “What, if I see an old woman on the street, I’m not allowed to help?”

“I mean if you see a man with a bomb, don’t deep-throat it.”

“That’s lewd,” Danny accused in a disgusted voice, pointing his stubby fingers at him.

To Vlad, he still looked like an amateur fourteen year old, not even an adult. He knew Danny wasn’t, but it was hard to remember when he acted like this.

“Why am I even housing you if you’re just going to complain and watch tv?” Vlad asked himself, looking up at the sky for answers.

From the couch, Danny chimed in.

“‘Cause my parents are dead, and so are all my friends.”

He said it in a neutral tone, but Vlad couldn’t help the shiver that went down his spine.

“Let’s not talk about that,” he said, eloquently.

“Sure.” Danny finally chose a tv show, turning it on at a low volume. The stuff was on constantly when he was home ever since he’d run out of Great British Baking show seasons.

“Speaking of talking,” Vlad began.

Danny didn’t respond, but the atmosphere grew tensely curious. Vlad took his time, pouring hot water out of a kettle and steeping his bag in it.

“I’ve recently chanced upon an investment from Bruce Wayne, in which he threatened to take away access to any of my in-region suppliers if I didn’t agree to it. The contract included not doing…other things.”

“So this is why you were talking about what I’m doing in my free time.” Danny’s tone was cold.

“I don’t care what you do, but don’t fuck everything up with the strongest people in this city,” Vlad hissed.

Danny appeared in front of Vlad, his show still playing in the background. “I don’t care what you do, Vlad. And I would suggest you don’t fuck around and find out with me,” Danny’s voice morphed into ghost speak, grating at Vlad’s ears.

He held one hand up to them, clutching his head. Danny regarded him blankly, plucking the tea out of other hand and taking it back to the couch with him.

Vlad’s hands were shaking. He really needed to remember that Danny wasn’t a teenager anymore.

I’m the billionaire, so why does it feel like I’m on the bottom rung here?!

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the universe, my chrysalis

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Not to pit 2 queens against each other, there's no point in this poll at all, but just for funsies...🫣🤭

(edit: added more pics to refresh on the scenes😮‍💨)

bonus:

(can they stop actually... 😭😭😭 ENOUGH-

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made a meme out of my drawing

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Danny was doing fantastic at his new job. Sure, nobody at his job liked him. Sure, some…incidents…concerning large plants had left his manager questioning one particular night’s garbage load. And sure, a very suspicious young adult/possibly teenager was continuously showing up after said incident.

At least the manager thought he was Danny’s boyfriend, and not a stalker.

No reason to make others worry or anything.

“Hey…uh, Pheobe?” Danny asked, sneaking a glance at his coworkers name tag. (So what if he isn’t good at names? He’s got enough energy to do his damn job, and his job isn’t making friends) ��Could you help this customer real quick? I really gotta go to the bathroom.”

His coworker looked up from the burger she wrapping and fixed a mighty glare on him. He could see the warmth leaving her eyes as she stepped forward, towering over him.

“What’d you say, Daniel?”

Daniel. Right. That’s my name. Nobody calls him that, except his coworkers and one senile old man.

He swallowed, shuffling his hat downwards so he didn’t have to directly face her piercing brown eyes.

“Nothing.”

“‘Kay,” she said in a much more easygoing voice.

Danny rubbed his sunken eyes and turned back to the register, facing his new regular customer. How can somebody always be there during his exact shift?

Maybe ‘cause you work 40 hours a week?

Yet, was it really silly thinking that one person showing up every day at this exact time wasn’t a coincidence? They were here on the dot, and they always got the same thing.

You know, people have timed breaks at work. You would know.

Yes, it was true this young adult could have a job and happen to always go here for lunch breaks, but it had been two weeks! Who came to Batburger every day for two weeks? Danny’s stomach churned at the thought. Even he could only shove down so many free lunches from this place.

“The regular?” He sighed, not even bothering to look up at the other teenager.

His hair and eyes were the same color as him, but that’s where their similarities ended. His face was more angular and scrutinizing, while Danny’s had been sagging like a fucking old man these days.

“Yeah,” the teenager said, passing over his card silently.

Danny rang him up and presented him with a burger not two minutes later. They were slow today, because usually people don’t come to Batburger for lunch on a Friday.

“Something the matter?” The guy asked,

“No,” he answered sharply.

The guy looked at him weirdly and walked away, seating himself in the far back. With nobody else inside the restaurant, it was uncomfortably awkward. Danny turned, pretending to make himself busy. Occasionally, he could feel someone sneaking glances at his back.

Twenty extra nicely folded napkins later, the bell at the entrance finally rang again.

“Welcome to BatBurger, how may I help you?” Danny asked, grateful to have real work to do. Out of the corner of his eye, he kept tabs on the man in the back.

“…just fries,” the man mumbled, then pulled a shaky fist out of his pocket.

“Sir?”

His fist unfurled, revealing a small, black object with two colored wires around it.

Ah.

Danny pocketed it, offering the man a customer-service smile and nodding. “Is that all?”

The man looked horrified and shocked. “Y-yes?”

“Your order will be out in just a minute,” Danny said curtly, urging the man to go on. The man practically ran out of there. So much for letting him get away easy. In the corner, the teenager raised his head and made to follow him, when he suddenly got a call.

Danny sighed, pulling the bomb out quickly. It was clear the man who had given it to him was only a messenger, so there was no need to make a big deal about anything. At least this way, the man had a higher chance of surviving to be interrogated. He brought it up to his mouth, holding it above his head. It was awfully small. Honestly, he was apprehensive about just shoving this thing down himself, but he had a better shot surviving—

“You there! Wait, don’t put that thing in your…”

Danny dropped the bomb in surprise, letting it slide down his throat. He coughed as he felt fireworks go down his throat, but he managed to keep his mouth closed—and the explosion contained. His throat throbbed.

“Shit, shit, shit!” The man waved his fists angrily. Danny just stared, catching his breath.

“A-Are you okay, sir? If so, get away from the counter. This is employees only,” he croaked, his mouth on fire.

“Okay? Am I okay? Do you know what you just swallowed?! We have to get you out of here—I have to contact Babs.” The man appeared not so okay.

Danny was tired, plus he had just swallowed a bomb, but the guy reminded him of himself, just a bit. He patted the man’s shoulder comfortingly.

“It’s okay, dude. Breathe.”

He looked at him like he was insane.

Message received. Danny felt a little hurt, actually.

“Ba—“ The man looked up at him and lowered his voice, not that it mattered with Danny’s hearing. “I need you to get me protection, and fast. There’s a man who just swallowed a bomb—huh? You’ve intercepted a what now?” His expression became even darker.

The other employees were starting to turn their gazes on them curiously. Danny could hear one start recording. He frowned, interfering and stopping the recording. Hopefully nobody else would be stupid and start recording, he couldn’t handle all of them…

“It’s supposed to happen at 1:30? But it’s 1:31 right now!” The man shouted into the phone, his breath ragged.

He turned his attention onto Danny in a panic, pocketing the phone. Without another word, he grabbed Danny and ran at a shocking speed out of the restaurant. And while he was short, he still had a solid heft, so he was in awe when he found himself being unwillingly dragged around.

They turned a hard right into the parking lot, but they didn’t stop there. He led Danny into the empty construction sight beyond it, which had only just begun laying foundation.

“Let go of me. I don’t wanna be fined for trespassing, or whatever corporate bullshit they’ll accuse me of,” Danny snapped, tugging his arm.

The stranger does let go of his arm, only to wrap his body around him. Almost like a hug but more…suffocating.

“Um…”

Above him, he could hear the guy’s heart beating a million miles an hour, and his brain thinking even faster. His current plan was very touching and self-sacrificial, but perhaps a little too heavy on the literal touching aspect.

“I swear to god if the bomb goes off and we both die…”

“Dude, chill.” Danny pushed him away. “Look, the bombs not gonna go off. If it was, it already would have.”

“What if it’s delayed…?” He was back to muttering to himself, doing anxious calculations. “From what little information I have, the person who organized this is inexperienced and doesn’t specialize in tech, so there could be a mistake…”

Since the guy seemed so concerned, Danny decided to do him one better. Pretending to rummage in his back pockets, he reached inside himself and presented the broken bomb.

“I don’t think there was.” Danny pointed to the bomb, which was a mess and had clearly gone off.

The teenager looked at it, going through all the stages of grief and relief simultaneously. His face dropped and rose, as did his hands. He stood up, clutched his hair, then fell to his knees and mumbled something about not getting enough sleep. The wind whistled, and the man went quiet for a bit. Next, a sigh. Finally, he arrived at his conclusion. “Fuck me.”

Danny needed to get back to his shift, but he couldn’t leave to poor guy hanging. He patted the guy’s back. “It’s okay, we all have off days.”

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Yoo Joonghyuk and Kim Dokja get together and announce it to KimCo one by one, but everybody has their own timeline.

-

Kim Dokja: Han Sooyoung, I have something to tell you.

Han Sooyoung: And? Go on.

Kim Dokja: …me and Yoo Joonghyuk are—

Han Sooyoung: Really, Dokja. It took you this long to tell me? I can’t believe you. I bet Yoo Sangah knew before me. Stupid brain library.

Kim Dokja: What? No. We only…er, came to this ‘agreement’ a month ago. Then, I wasn’t sure it’d even stick…

Han Sooyoung: Agreement? A month ago? Don’t lie to me, I heard the noises coming from your tent three months ago.

Kim Dokja: ??? What noise??

Han Sooyoung: tsk, tsk

Kim Dokja: WHAT NOISE???

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Lee Jihye: Master? What’s going on?

Yoo Joonghyuk: Kim Dokja and I are now partners.

Lee Gilyoung (eavesdropping): WHAT?! NO!

Lee Jihye: For what it matters, Master, I have been supportive of this longer than you know.

Yoo Joonghyuk: What are you talking about?

Lee Gilyoung: How can you say that? He doesn’t deserve Hyung!

Lee Jihye: Jokes on you, Ugly-Ahjussi already has a child with my Master!

Lee Gilyoung: …w-what?

Yoo Joonghyuk:

Yoo Joonghyuk: That is not what I said.

-

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soda pop

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Jackson Drake? Yeah, he ain't human. Bruce is sure the man is a meta. Maybe a poor alien in disguise because Bruce knows he's a disaster sometimes but Jack takes the cake. 

The Drakes were their neighbors. Archeologists. Famous for bringing rare artifacts home and are the largest donors to the Gotham Museum. 

Then the accident happened.  

Jackson Drake had a serious fall while getting their latest artifact. A certain ring and crown that belong to an ancient king. He was rushed to the on-site medics and had to be air lifted to the nearest hospital. He had been in a coma for two weeks. A nasty bruise to the head and when he had woken up it was as if he was a different man. The media was all over it. It got worse when the change in attitude resulted in the divorce. 

Timothy Drake ends in the custody of Jack Drake.  Timothy knows that the man that woke up from the coma is not his father. But the new jack treats him so much better than old jack. The new jack actually listens to Tim. Actually helps him out with homework. Doesn't yell. Doesn't hit Tim. He lets time babble about everything. He even FEEDS Tim. He NEVER leaves him home alone. 

Tim knows that the new ring on his father's hand (that he had never taken off since that expedition) is the cause of it. Or maybe it's the floating crown that sometimes appears when new Jack shows him a ‘trick.’ he likes New Jack. He doesn't want New Jack to go away. 

Which is why he has to keep Bruce Wayne- (THE batman) away from his new father. The detective would suss new jack out immediately.  Because new jack treats Timothy well but he sucks at being human. 

It would help… if New Jack would stop calling the Waynes for every minor inconvenience that happened to Timothy that a regular person should know. 

Ex. 

Jack: tim is sick. 

Bruce, handing the phone to Alfred. : any symptoms-

Jack: he's green, but thats normal because im green sometimes.  But he's not doing all the things I do when im green-

Alfred: such as…?

Jack: well he hasn't learned to walk through walls yet. And he hasn't gotten ice breath though he is a bit cold. His hair isn't white yet.

Bruce, overhearing this: what-

Alfred: nausea perhaps? Has he eaten anything to make his stomach turn?

Jack: we did have some seafood from that new place by Mr.Freeze

Bruce, louder: W H A T

Alfred, writing down a list of supplies and recipes: we'll be there in a moment. 

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Just Phantom.

“Danny?” Sam asked, clutching onto the arm of her best friend.

Danny cocked his head. “I’m Phantom, silly.”

Sam dropped her hand.

How had it come to this?

-

Sam and Tucker pulled up to Danny’s house after yet another day where he hadn’t shown up to school. The taught cord of concern had long since frayed, and they were anxious to get some semblance of reassurance from the boy. Tucker stepped forward, knocking loudly on the door.

“Danny?” Tucker hesitantly called out.

Nerves vibrated in the resulting silence.

“Oh, uh, coming!” A voice responded from inside, proceeded by a series of crashes and thumps.

Tucker and Sam both blew out a breath of relief, and shared an amused smile with each other at their friend’s clumsiness.

At the swing of a door, they saw a disheveled Danny giving them a “what-can-you-do” smile.

Their friend wasn’t going to get off that easily.

“Sorry…” Danny admitted, glancing between both their stern gazes. “I slept late again. The ghosts have really been on my tail, so I’ve been doing my best to keep up with them.”

Tucker seemed somewhat quelled by this explanation, but Sam wasn’t. “Save at least a little room for school. The ghosts can wait enough for you to make it to pre-calc.”

Danny sighed. “Does it matter?” Before Sam could respond, he continued, “But since you’re so worried, I’ll be there tomorrow. I’ll even ask for makeup assignments!”

“Thanks, dude,” Tucker said, bumping lazy fists with him.

“Wanna play Doomed?” Danny asked, smile back.

Sam pushed him further into his house. “Finish your homework first!”

-

Danny did show up to school the next day.

-

“What is this, the third time in five days?” Tucker asked exasperatedly, trudging down the same hall while the siren blared. He glared up at the red little device on the ceiling responsible for the cacophony.

“One of those days was the weekend, so it’s actually three ghost attacks in four days,” Sam sighed, glancing behind them.

“Is Danny…?”

“Yeah. He was in the bathroom five minutes before it even started.” Sam turned away from the hallway, a hint of guilt stinging her. Danny had warned them the ghosts would follow him, but she hadn’t thought…

“At least if Danny gets there earlier, he can minimize the damage…?” Tucker said optimistically.

“Class, be quiet during the evacuation!”

“I’m not so sure about this anymore…” Sam quietly admitted.

Tucker frowned. “What did you say?”

“Foley!” The teacher scolded from the front.

Tucker didn’t ask a second time, and Sam didn’t explain.

-

“You’re leaving again, Danny?” Sam asked in disbelief.

“I’m only putting you in danger.”

“But what about school? Education? Your future?” Sam demanded, snatching his arm. “You can’t be a hero forever, Danny.”

He froze, slowly turning his head toward Sam. Sam sucked in a sharp breath. His eyes were bright green. "Whatever you say, Sam. But I'm dead forever. I don't have a future."

Danny broke from Sam’s grasp, and she didn’t have the heart to follow him.

-

Danny’s attendance became inconsistent once more, each time showing up more cold, more distant.

-

Jazz came to them. For the second time.

“Are you sure you haven’t seen or heard from him at all? I don’t care if he told you not to tell me, I just need to know if he’s safe!” Jazz’s voice was desperate and hoarse over the phone.

“No…we haven’t heard from him in a whole month, just like you,” Sam said softly, Tucker sitting behind her with his head in his hands.

“I don’t know what to do,” Jazz pleaded. “It’s summer—do other teenagers do this? Do they run away for fun?”

Sam swallowed. “I don’t think Danny ran away for fun. I’m really sorry Jazz, I hope you—“ Sam stopped mid-sentence.

“What is it? Are you cutting out?”

Sam couldn’t believe her eyes. Jazz’s voice became distant as the phone clattered to the floor.

“Danny?”

“Danny? I’m—well, whatever. I came to drop these off. Look how cool they are! Anyway, catch you later,” Danny said in Phantom form, his appearance like a mirage in Sam’s tear-blurred sight. Something fell from his hands, and then he was gone with a grin. Like smoke.

“What…” Tucker whispered, confusion written all over his face. He scrambled to pick up what Danny had dropped.

“What is it?”

“They’re…postcards. From the Far Frozen.” Tucker’s voice was haunted.

Sam’s stomach dropped.

-

To the rest of the town, Danny was now considered dead. Sam supposed they weren’t far off from the truth.

The Fentons mourned. Jazz moved away from the town for college, unable to handle the pain.

Sam and Tucker were graduating, too, but it was difficult for them to let go, knowing Danny was still out there. They’d told Jazz they hadn’t seen him, so it was ‘easier’ for her.

Danny almost never came around. When he did, it was on important dates, and he was always confused. He didn’t understand why he had come, and he only saw them as habitants of his haunt, now.

They only ever caught glimpses of him, grinning as he fought off intruding ghosts with increasing ease. He was undefeated.

The last time Sam ever saw him, she didn’t tell Tucker about it.

He’d flown in to save her from an unfamiliar ghost, his face stretched in a mirthful smile. He froze the creature and portaled it away, having long since lost use for his Fenton thermos.

“Hey, you okay there?” He asked lightly, glancing at Sam’s pale face.

Sam froze stiff. Concern brushed his features, but without any reaction, he shrugged and began to move away.

No, Sam, this is your chance, your chance to finally get him back—get your friend back—

Her voice was unfamiliar, raspy, as she croaked his old name.

Phantom smiled and tilted his head inquisitively like an owl. “I’m Phantom, silly.”

Sam staggered back, those green eyes taunting her vision. Her friend was unrecognizable, a shell of who he used to be.

Or is he?

What Sam didn’t want to admit to herself, what kept her up at night, was that genuine smile she’d only seen so few times on Danny resting easy on Phantom.

Tears streaked down her face.

That boy was happier, not knowing his past.

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I got the stupidest idea that the Infinite Realms does pro bono work like a large law firm has to. Naturally, Danny—the rookie of the realms—gets the short end of the stick, so he has to offer free ghost-related consultations. The issue is “ghost-related” is a really broad term, and that’s why no one wants to do it.

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Danny: so you, uh, are having ghost troubles…?

Man: oh no, obviously not. Well not that type. I’m here for legal advice on my divorce.

Danny: you know I can’t help with that, right??

Man: what? But aren’t you a ghost consultant?

Danny: But aren’t you having a divorce?!

Man: yeah, with my ghost wife. And I’m arguing that she can’t just take half of my stuff when she can live in the Infinite Realms for free!

Danny: oh

Danny (speechless): that’s…um, that’s, that’s that, it certainly is.

-

Danny (exhausted): You actually are a ghost, shouldn’t you know how to deal with any ghost related problems?

Ghost: What do you mean?! I’m trying to go on a self-discovery journey in one of the living’s universe’s—

Danny: You’re trying to what? You know what, never mind-just continue.

Ghost: —yet everytime I tell one of humans I’m trying to “find myself”, they invite me to these disgusting parties!

Danny: Disgusting?

Ghost: They do that, with a whole group of strangers.

Danny:

Ghost:

Danny: I’m sixteen.

Ghost: I-I’ll get advice somewhere else...

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 전지적 독자 시점 - 싱숑 | Omniscient Reader - Sing-Shong Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kim Dokja/Yoo Joonghyuk, Han Sooyoung & Yoo Joonghyuk, Han Sooyoung & Kim Dokja, Demon-like Judge of Fire | Uriel & Kim Dokja 

Kim Dokja is off to a resort, enjoying a week of relaxation with Uriel.

Han Sooyoung has no beta-reader, and in a desperate move, must bribe Yoo Joonghyuk. Yoo Joonghyuk is not prepared for the job, nor Han Sooyoung's crazed-author behavior.

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Wrote this to get through writers block, but I thought I’d share in case anyone’s interested ❤️ (it’s just fluff)