I want Cale to use the skills he had as Kim Rok Soo more because like I get that he isn't physically strong now, but he also wasn't for a long time before and would have had to compensate. Also he was on like the most bamf teams apparently. Now imagine a time of peace where cale is truly relaxed and someone like Choi Han or Ron accidently sneak up on him and he just like judo flips them. It would be hysterical
Choi Han looked up from his blade to locate the whispered voice calling for him, only to find a young familiar redhead covering his mouth.
"Hi Hong--"
"Cale-nya fell asleep by the tree again! Raon isn't here to help with magic, so can you help us carry him to bed?"
The black-haired swordsman nodded and sheathed his sword before following the happy cat-son of his liege. They walked the manor grounds until Jour's rose garden, and there he was, among the low branches of the giant (and very much moving) red tree. It was rare for his liege to fall asleep outside, but peace was all around them and the weather was perfectly warm for an afternoon nap.
Choi Han and Hong walked up to the tree, finally realising Ron was standing by with a cart of lemon tea and some apple tart. The branches lowered further, allowing Cale to be within carrying height. The black-haired swordsman bow slightly in thanks and reached out to pull the redhead's arm.
The world spun and Choi Han blinked up at the clouds in confusion. The cat-son soon came into view, worry evident in his small face, then Cale appeared within view.
"Choi Han. Never startle me again."
"Cale-nya flipped Choi Han!!! It was so cool!!"
Choi Han sat up from the grass, back tingling after landing hard, looking at his liege rolling his thin shoulders with a grimace. 'Cale-nim... flipped me?' he thought, then shook his head at the incredulity.
Two days later, Cale fell asleep again. Something instinctual stopped Choi Han from disturbing the same deep sleep, so he called his nephew to carry his liege. Jung Soo refused. So Alberu it was....
Choi Han watched his student, the Emperor of Raon, got flipped, and could only suppress his laughter from the shock.
Yes, there probably is a RoFan manhwa that already has that name but this is for TCF-LCF so it does not matter. Just straight copy-pasting from discord.
BeaCale / VicCale with Fem!Cale.
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It is a typical rofan, contract marriage thing, but there is no regression or isekai. Just fem!cale trying to leave Henituse territory because she is tired of Deruth's ignorance and neglect (even with the spying maids) and the fact she cant travel as she likes. She comes across Vicross's spouse selection ceremony etc etc and reaches out.
On the Molan side, there are usually two marriages, first one as a trial and the second as a proper marriage with heirs and stuff. the spouse from the first marriage will undergo tests and trials befitting an assassin household (hence a second marriage because the 1st spouse typically don't survive). If the first marriage survives and passes the trials, there is no second marriage unless infertile. Then the heir will be via contractual second marriage.
So the Molan family already has a very small selection circle (the nobles don't want to send their children to the death), so they accepted to hear Cale out and accept the deal.
Cale adapts well enough, somehow picking Ohn and Hong on the way. She is ignored, as expected and so much to her preference, until test days. the Molans are confused as to how she does not suffer as much as the others (thanks to Hong neutralizing the poison) but still is considered a fail anyway. Vicross mother adores Cale though.
Cale meet up with the family and she (since it is FemCale) proposes to alter their marriage agreement. Since of Molan first marriages typically last from three to four years, she suggested that if she still fails their tests but survive, Vicross and her have an amicable divorce. They agreed thinking she would not last anyway, even if Vicross's mother was sad to have a daughter leave
Fast forward to the third and last year, Cale survives as expected and is looking forward to the signing on their divorce (and the paycheck because she will not be supported by Henituse territory due to not wanting to let Deruth know and force her back to the territory)
Betrayal hits on the day they sign the papers as one of the vassal and rival family attacked the Molans. There were many casualties and fatalities. Ron and Vicross ask Cale to stay back because she has failed her tests and therefore not to join the fight.
She walks in after a while and see her (ex) Mother-in-law get struck down as Ron and Vicross were also unconscious behind her. The Molan servants were in disarray and low morale, she becomes furious and takes over command. Ohn and Hong also attacks the assailants, using techniques taught by Cale and learned in secret from the training halls
Unbeknownst to her, Ron and Vicross were awake and aware of what she did, only going fully unconscious when they see Cale's heel step into their line of sight.
Anyway, Cale girlbossed to victory, and took over paperwork and servant management (while focusing on her ex mother-in-law) while the three Molans slept their wounds away.
Hong took to torturing the prisoners with his new poison stuff while neutralizing any poisoned patients Ohn helped in managing the wounded, using her fog to cool fevers, and making sure Cale ate and slept
Ron woke first, extremely impressed with her efficiency and the two kittens she picked up. But he took over the paperwork as it is less strenuous for his still healing wounds
Vicross woke next and had healed faster than his father (factoring his age he guessed) was also very impressed with Cale, Hong and Ohn. He then took over running the household from Cale and even taught Hong new torture methods and supplied poisons.
Mother-in-law took the longest to wake up, taking on too many injuries defending Ron and Vicross. Cale dutifully cared for her, impressing Ron and Vicross even more, to which she reminded them of the divorce agreement that was signed weeks prior. Vicross tried to void it by tearing it. But then, Cale brought out hundred of magical copies that she kept in a spatial bag on her person at all times. Emphasizing that she will only stay until the Madam wakes up
Eventually, after a few more days, Lady Molan does wake up, surprised to see Cale sitting by her bedside. The first thing that Cale tells her is that Vicross tore their divorce agreement causing the son to cringe away from his mother's anger
She (Cale) then informs her of the number of casualties and fatalities, the and compensation/funeral arrangements that she had made and completed. A servant then runs in to announce a delivery from Henituse territory: 3 crates of high quality healing potions, enough to heal all the injured and have spare in stock.
Cale is immediately on the alert because she did not write back to the territory, though it turns out Ron did as a formality.
So now the whole of Molan's household know the Cale saved their lives, turn the tides of the attack, providing healing and care to the injured while running the household. Which means she is uhhhhhhh, I forgot the word
Anyways, the healed staff were ready to plan a party to officially welcome her as Lady Molan, but she reveals the divorce agreement and immediate fucks off to somewhere with Ohn and Hong
By now, Vicross is certain he wants her as true wife (doing away with the second marriage with another lady not that it matter) and is obsessed to make her his wife (not in a yandere, black flag male lead way because his mother adores Cale and will put him and father through the wringer if they tried forcing her hand)
So, with Ron's permission and Mother's very strict warning. He tracks her down and follows her around most of the time (only leaving because a new weapon / torture method / potential gift caught his interest, and then he has to track her down again)(edited)
Finds out she is a serial adopter for the unfornate children (while making them very loyal to her) and therefore makes arrangement for said children to live within the Molan territority... and also alot of toys for said children. Mother is pleased
He also buys and makes her gifts. Wooden carving of a cat, a pretty dagger, etc etc
And Cale is annoyed by the courting because it is working. She finds herself charmed by the gifts and the care he provides the children she unintentionally adopted. Hong and Ohn calling him father in their human forms and curling around him in their cat forms also help paint a parental picture that is so her type
One night of too many alcohol, Cale makes a mistake and Vicross uses it a chance to have the marriage for real. Cale agrees but still doesnt move back because she want to see an once in a lifetime event happening in a few weeks time. Vicross writes to the family and goes with her.
I would like to amend that the "mistake" was a perceived mistake nothing actually happened that night, aka they got drunks took off some of their clothing but knocked out the moment they hit the bed. The pregnancy was the result of them doing it during the mentioned once in a lifetime event thing. Because they had the assumption that they already did it drunk so no need to wait for their wedding night
Cale moves back in, they have their wedding while Cale is pregnant (not so visible until one is up close and staring at her stomach)
Few months later Vicross faints at the news of twins because ultrasound wasn't created yet but Ohn is very smug about being right over some magic hand mcgee
He also sleeps in a separate room because that pregnancy was extra hard nearing the end. Mother just laughs because she also did that to Ron.
Reblogged on my main but I just got a spark of inspiration so here is it
Warning: unoriginal names...aka Archer and Artist. Some homophobia, cursing, etc etc
They/Them for both as they have no specific genders for you to slip your own OCs into.
I dub this musing as The Three A's to Love
Anger
A thunk sounded as arrow struck wood, followed by another arrow swiftly behind.
"Archer? You okay?" Artist asked worriedly, holding a cup of their lavender mint tea.
Silence as the other notched another arrow and let it fly, only for it to miss its target. Archer growled, set down their bow and let free hand grip into fistfuls of hair.
"Oh, Cupid-love, is this about yesterday?"
"SHE DIDN'T DESERVE IT!" Archer turned to face Artist, face and tone red with anger "THAT BITCH CHEATED! EVERY OTHER COMPETITOR SAW IT BUT THE JUDGES DIDN'T SAY A THING."
"Yes, yes. And now the organiser's reputation is dragged across the mud and your rival-buddies, not to mention your idol, are boycotting any event that came from them," Artist placed their tea in the table nearby, together with the arrows and gingerly cupped Archer's face "so I know for a fact that is not what you are angry about. So? Spill."
Archer mumbled something, before pulling Artist into a tight hug. The latter hummed
"She called me and you a freak..."
"Oh, cupid... But you are a freak," Artist teased "I still have your bite marks on my calf of all places.. OW! ARCHER!"
"Nom" Archer grins, knowing of how their partner is trying to direct their rage. "But it's not her calling me freak that I'm angry at, it's her also calling you that..."
"Cupid my cupid," Artist runs their hand through Archer's hair, "you know I don't care for that. However, thank you..for getting angry on my behalf."
"Can we cuddle now?"
"Oh no, buddy bow, you bit my shoulder, you can cuddle Skippy."
Artist detangles themself for Archer and skips out of the hobby room with a bright laugh. Archer pouts, but a smile breaks it.
Accuracy
"Like this?" Archer asked, posing with their bow. Only their years of training allow them to hold it without the shaking.
"Higher." came a curt reply, followed by cursing because 'lines not lining' as what Artist likes to say.
"This is unrealistic, you know that right?" Archer asked, but still adjusted to Artist's request.
"But, it looks cool."
Archer made a face, unable to rebut the statement.
"Shoot it"
Archer let the arrow fly and it missed the target completely.
"Well, at least you can draw it hitting the bullseye right?"
Artist made a sound, stuck in their drawing shrimp pose. Archer proceeded to pack up their archery kit, knowing that the other already had their base sketch done.
A few hours later
"I'M DONNNNEEEE!!" Artist threw up their hands in celebration, and immediately curled in after a sharp pop along their spine. "Ow, my back."
"Welcome back, you skipped lunch and I made beef stew for dinner."
At the sound of food, Artist's stomach growled on command. They grinned sheepishly and follow their significant other to the kitchen after a short stretching segment.
After the lovely dinner, Artist showed Archer the client's commission request and the finished product: a simple full body of an archer, in black and white and-
"Woah, is that why you wanted me to use the simple bow? Is that really the scale?"
"No, had to scale it down."
"Point for point, well don- why is the drawing arrow on the floor?"
"Accurate to the real life model-"
Archer swatted (lovingly) at Artist's reply.
Articulation
"Why?" Joanne asked in a dead tone, staring at Archer and Artist...and their poorly splinted wrist.
"It hurts." Both replied simultaneously.
"I'm a doctor, I love my work. I'm a doctor, I love my work" Joanne chanted under her breath, before taking a deep inhale and going "you both have carpal tunnel and YET" Archer and Artist flinched at the sudden volume change "DID THE THINGS I SPECIFICALLY TOLD YOU NOT TO DO!"
"I-" Archer tried to speak
"Don't 'I' me! I'm saying this as a doctor and your friend, and I will splint each. individual. finger so that they cannot bend."
"But-" Artist cuts
"Don't "but" me either! I know you two met in the Tunnel of Love fair ride by pure chance and pretty much explore each other's 'love tunnel' but for fuck's sake, don't make me theme your wedding as the fucking Carpal Tunnel of Love- Do. Not."
Joanne continued to grumble as Archer and Artist attempted to control their laughter. The laughter immediately stopped when both of them realised their fingers were splinted tight and cannot bend.
"You can articulate your fingers again when the swelling goes down. So," she points at Archer, "no archery," then she points at Artist, "no drawing," then gesturing to both of them "and certainly no handsy fun time. Or learn with your other hand, and Do Not tell me for fuck sake. Capiche?!"
Archer and Artist could only nod in fear of their doctor friend
"Fucking reminded me of the stupid glove and the love tunnel. I can call your wedding the carpal tunnel of glove and no one but us will be none the wiser of the other meaning- Artist, no."
This spawned from @murasaki-cha's post on X/Twitter
Ship: mentioned polysoo and (og)CaleHan
The barista stared at the familiar name on the cup, dreading calling out to the customer. Don't get them wrong, the customer is a handsome man, polite to the service staff (except the cashier, and his orders can be slightly worrying) but the gosh-darn name... Kale, with a small scribble of a vegetable, for one day; Honey, with a bee for another day; then Cabbage for another day with a ball of cabbage in green pen scribble. They turn to the cashier, Jung Soo, smiling and charming while taking normal orders from the unassuming customers.
"One Large Iced Americano with 3 extra shots to go for," a pause as the cafe barista squinted at the name written on the cup. They turned to the snickering cashier then back to the waiting customers and called out "for Kale Honeylettuce!"
The cashier, Jung Soo, busted out in laughter. The customer victim in question, a slender man with styled crimson hair and fancy clothes straight out of fashion magazine, stared at Jung Soo with a careful poker face. The barista grumbled under his breath, they ain't paid for this weird family teasing-fest, why did they agree to switch shifts.
"I am telling Han about this." then proceeded to take a photo of the cup and texted someone on their phone.
Not a minute later, Jung Soo's phone sounded its ringtone and the labrador-like man pouted sadly after reading the message.
"Can't believe you got my uncle involved"
"I am dating your uncle, he has to know his nephew is bullying his boyfriend, even if he is only 2 years older than you."
The barista stood shocked then relaxed at the small age gap.
"I'm also telling Rok-hyung." and a call tone starts ringing
"Don't you dare!"
"Rok-hyung? Hmm, yeah. Yes. Yes, hmm, Jung Soo called us Honeylettuce. I don't know what pet names you have with as a triad but can it not affect me?" a pause, then a brilliant blush appeared across the redhead's face. "t-that's different!! Y-yes he is treating me well. No! Enough, goodbye!! Hot Mocha latte with 4 shots and extra chocolate yes, yes, yes, bye, yes, bye, bye I know, BYE. "
The barista placed the to-go order in front of the redhead. "Hot Mocha latte with 4 shots and extra chocolate for Jung Soo's boyfriend out of Jung Soo's paycheck."
Both sputtered in shock for different reason but the barista took out their apron and went to the kitchen.
It took some weeks, but they did eventually learn that the redhead is Cale Henituse, a chaebol of Silver Shield Medical, and their only thought was why is the man named so closely to food.
Pair: Ohn/Hodori (Original Tiger beastman), Multi-POV. Background AlbeChoi and BeaCale, no beta read, sorry for the errors, I had to type through tears and sickness, Molan Heiress!AU,
Summary: Ohn gets married, and many tears ensue.
Inspo: Beautiful in White by Shane Filan
[TCF Masterlist] [Ao3 Link]
Italics - Lyrics (though I did change some of the wording)
Hodori’s POV
Hodori stands at the altar, fiddling with his tie and cufflinks, waiting nervously for the visage of his soon-to-be wife, who was so far out of his league. Today is the wedding of him and the only and one Ohn Henituse-Molan; the treasured daughter and the dual-heiress both families; the one they called the Silver Rowoon Princess (a term coined by the Dark Elves because of Alberu Crossman).
Not sure if you know this
But when we first met
I got so nervous I couldn't speak
His brother, and best man, gives him a comforting pat on his back and his mind brings up the memory of first meeting Ohn Henituse-Molan. He was a young tiger cub of 10 years old, only younger by 2 years, when first meeting her in her human form. He remembered running through Harris Village, playing catch with the tiger cubs his age, when he bumped into her arm. He had immediately turned to apologise but got stunned by her silver hair and the yellow eyes glowing under the sun. Hodori remembered the teasing he went through under his brother and older cousins when they found him stuttering with a red face and staring at her running towards a shorter red haired boy she called dongsaeng. The next time he met her, she still looked beautiful even with blood staining her dress and the cold bloodlust swimming in her golden eyes that earned her the nickname Silver Princess. Silvery-grey like the fog she wields with ease, the daggers dancing with her finger, her hair glittering under the moonlight. He reminisces on her adorable blush as he nervously asks to bring her on a date. A dumb smile comes to his face as year after year of date rush past him like a run through the Forest of Darkness.
In that very moment
I found the one and
My life had found its missing piece
He remembers last year, the fear as he stares at her precious family, to officially ask for her hand in marriage. Her dongsaengs, the Dragon Lord Raon Sherritson-Henituse, lounging on the backrest, looking down at him as if he was undeserving of his precious noona; The Poison Knight, Hong Henituse-Molan in his human form, sitting beside his father, the glare rare on his usually cheerful face. Hodori did not fear them and their rejection, he knew how to win them over. However, his tribe’s saviour; the Crimson Commander; the one Loved by Dragons and Gods, Cale Henituse, and the Assassin Duke that can rival his tribe leader in strength and speed. The one who could ruin his tribe if he slighted Ohn in any way (Beacrox) and the one whose one word can destroy the western continent (Cale). Despite all that, they were there as the most important person he had to ask, her fathers. They were just sitting there, Beacrox nonchalantly inspecting his really sharp knives; Cale staring at him with long red hair fluttering as the unseen elements weaved and played between strands.
He flinched as the Revered One stood and walked towards him. He remembers physically looking down at the human, possible demigod, but felt so very small under the piercing gaze. He recalled opening his mouth, blacking out then waking up in the healing section of Henituse Castle. His shoulder shook as he recalled Hong’s laughter and Ohn’s less than subtle attempt to subdue her laughter. Hodori shakes his head vigorously, dispelling the memory, and turns towards the door that she will walk down.
Alberu’s POV
Alberu listened intently to his dongsaeng’s voice, thinking of the small silver cat that once barely reached his waist. It felt like yesterday when Ohn finally called him Uncle (not cookie prince, not king, not emperor) and hugged him, or when she held his hand in a weak limp when she was sick, begging him not to leave because the others were also sick and had to be kept away from her. He blinked away that memory and another one surfaced: Ohn in a beautiful lilac dress, commissioned by him, during her debutante and suppressing the tears as she asked for the first dance to be with him. The same night, dancing away happily with her family and the beastmen. Her first foray into politics and followed him to a meeting, then verbally eviscerating one of the counts. He recalls the assassination plot that cemented her as the silver princess of Roan, and as his little moonlight.
So as long as I live I love you
Will have and hold you
My girl, my precious silver light
He blinks his thoughts away, looking at Hodori and the rest of the tiger tribe, and the sea of people anticipating the greatest wedding since his own to Choi Han. He shook his head, it was Ohn’s time to shine, not to reminisce about his own wedding. The blond looked down the aisle, towards the door when his beautiful grown-up niece walked down with Cale. He takes a deep breath, willing away the tears, he will cry later. He coughs to cover up the emotions and plaster one his winning smile. He takes a deep breath to address the groom and the audience. The music fades slightly and the trumpets blared to announce the arrival of the bride.
General POV
And from now till my very last breath
Each day I'll cherish
The music starts to swell, Cale’s voice takes on an audible emotional twinge. Two young wolf tribe men open the door separating the house and the courtyard, revealing the Cale the Crimson Commander in his black regalia and Beacrox Molan, current Duke of the Molan household of the Endable Kingdom. And, between them, everyone gasps at the visage of Ohn, in the middle. White off-shoulder A-line wedding gown, her dress and train decorated in flowers made of multiple dragon scales, courtesy of Eruhaben, Rasheel, Mila and Dodori; long silver hair done up in an elaborate hairstyle, contrasted with black scales of Dragon Lord Raon seen through the veil. Deruth and Lily sniffled softly, like they can’t believe how time has flown past, while Basen and Violan gave them a comforting pat on their backs. The rest of the northern alliance were also crying in their corner near the families table.
You look so beautiful in white
My light
Hong and Raon’s POV
Hong stared at his noona in her dress, elegantly walking down the aisle, and to his usually inexpressive fathers forcing their tears to stay in place. He always knew she was beautiful, both inside and out, despite having to be rough just to protect him. He thought about the past, before Cale found them, when he saw Ohn looking at beastmen or human wedding ceremonies with intrigue that turned into longing as they had grown older. He did not understand the whole pomp of it but imagining her older and laughing in a wedding dress was quite a sweet dream he used to have; There was even one point where he thought he would never see his noona get married, either due to her responsibilities as the dual Molan-Henituse Heiress or the die during the multiple event that is his father’s unfortunate favour with the gods. He chuckled at the depressing thoughts of the past as he looked at the starstruck groom, seeming to only hold back tears by sheer will power. ‘And yet, here we are.’ he thought, ‘Ohn chose a good man… Well, it would be easy to get rid of him if he isn’t.’’ He looked past the veil and into his noona’s golden eyes as she smiled at her siblings, immediately bringing tears to his eyes and he wiped his tears. ‘Ahh, I’m a Poison Knight and yet I’m here crying like a kitten’
What we have is timeless
Our love is endless
And with this hand I say to the world
Raon, in his dark elf form, patting Hong’s back quietly. Pride coloured his blue eyes as people stared in awe at his strong noona. When he noticed Ohn looking worriedly at him and Hong, even though she maintained a smile on her face; he gave a bright smile, to convey that he would take care of his kitty hyung. Ohn’s tight smile softened, and his papa nodded appreciatively at him. He remembered the warmth of her hands holding him steady as he tried walking during his first polymorph into a dark elf to surprise Alberu and Choi Han during their wedding. Her hands grabbed his face and looked at him with firm determination as he took up the role of Dragon Lord, saying with resolve that she was proud of him. He remembers encasing her hand in his own and thinking when had he grown so big if her loving hands were now smaller than his. Tears welled up in his eyes and he immediately dried them with magic, his pride will not allow his tears to ruin his noona’s wedding.
Other’s POV
You're my every reason you're all that I believe in
Choi Han, standing next on the bride's side, turned away to hide his tears, trying to merge his world view of a cheery but mature 10 year old catgirl to the noble lady walking down the aisle on her special day. Choi Han drew in a shaky breath as he looked at his niece, memories rushing past with each step she took closer to the altar. He reminisces on their spar, giving her tips, watching her improve against his aura and Beacrox’s heavy claymore strikes even after taking down the tiger and the wolf tribes. He fondly remembers having the life scared out of him multiple times as she mastered silent steps and would just appear beside him even if she wore the most sparkling jewel encrusted dress. He held the pride as she learned to shape her fog into a grey, freezing dragon, like Raon; like his black yong. He remembered the vengeful anger when the Henituse family was poisoned, then awe as she used her new ability and fought every step of the way until victory.
With all my heart I mean every word
Rosalyn looked up and fanned her eyes, so proud of her only non-magic student. She remembered Ohn approaching her in a panic after the ‘Silver Princess’ debacle and asking her to teach her Princess etiquette so that she does not accidentally ruin Alberu’s reputation. Both Alberu and her had laughed so hard at the absurdity at that point, as Ohn was the daughter and niece of powerful figures and in the Eastern and Western continents, and no one would dare to insult her; but she went along with it and taught the young silver cat. Now, the young silver cat was a young noble lady, walking down the aisle to the man of her choice.
Beacrox’s POV
Beacrox looked at his daughter, pride and love deep in his movements even though his expression remained unchanged. He looked at his husband, equally inexpressive if it weren’t for the small tears beading along his eyes. He remembered when he first met her, dirty and messy from sleeping in the slums, to the shy lady not wanting to dance with anyone else during her debutante, to the strong charismatic young lady who is worthy of the assassin-based household. He could not pin-point when she, Hong and Raon had wormed a home in his heart, but he remembers each time they were absent, each worry of ‘are they eating enough, are they resting enough, do they have clean clothes’ circling in his head. ‘Father, are you watching? Ohn has grown up wonderfully.’ He thought in his heart.
So as long as I live I love you
Will have and hold you
Daughter mine, my darling light
He remembered being amazed as she grew exponentially in whatever she took on, his father’s lessons for assassinations and running the household, Rosalyn’s etiquette lessons, Choi Han’s sparring and even his own lessons with her. The fog dragon she managed to manifest was a terrifying reflection of Cale’s strength, and the immediate panic of her coughing up blood, just like Cale. She didn’t cough blood but she did sleep for a few agonising days. He reminisces asking for her formal permission to marry Cale to the shy introduction of being his daughter and his father ‘grand-daughter’ (Father’s smile had widened at the words), and immediately terrorising the nobles of the Eastern Continent who once plotted their downfall. Ohn squeezed his arm, making him look back at her. There was an odd twinge in his chest as he stared at her face so close to his nose. She had reached his shoulders many years ago, but her heels made her half a head taller.
And from now till my very last breath
Each day I'll cherish
You look so beautiful in white
Cale’s POV
As they reach the altar, Beacrox is the first to break away. Bringing up her free hand to kiss her gloved knuckle, before joining the bride’s side to stand behind Hong and Raon. Cale continued with the aisle until they stood in front of Hodori and Alberu. He turns to his oldest, bringing her head close to press a kiss on her veiled forehead. Record was playing every single memory he had of her. The music fades out but Cale, right on the aisle, continues the lyrics.
So as long as I live I love you
Will have and hold you
Daughter mine, sweet darling light
And from now till my very last breath
Each day I'll cherish
You look so beautiful in white
My light
With a rare genuine smile, he raises Ohn’s hand to meet Hodori’s. He stares into Hodori’s own golden eyes, pulsing Dominating Aura as he says “You will take care of her.” and letting go only when the groom nods.
General POV
With Ohn at the altar, both bride and groom turn to the Emperor. Exchange their vows, where even death will not split them, courtesy of Cage and GoD’s screaming in the maiden’s head. At Rosalyn’s lead, she and the dragons unleash a beautiful display of fireworks as the wedded duo seals their promise with a kiss. The audience cheers uproariously while the family cries with happy tears. Hodori picks up his wife with a teary laugh, spinning her and running down the same aisle, back into the house. After some time, as the guest migrates away from the tables to cluster together and make connections, or towards the drinks corner. The newly-weds reappear in entirely new outfits, that would probably set the trend for the foreseeable future, and start the first dance on the dance floor; an upbeat tune with lots of spinning that has caught up in popularity to the simple ballroom waltz.
Ohn’s POV
Hodori spun from Ohn to Lily, to his sister-figures in the tiger tribe, to those in the wolf tribe. Ohn spun from Hodori to Raon; to Hong and to Alberu; to Choi Han and Beacrox; and finally to Cale. As the world narrows to the both of them, just between them, Cale continues the lyrics despite the upbeat music.
And regardless of what your future holds.
Know that you have a home.
From now until the very end.
No matter the distance between us both
We will come running at your call
Ohn placed her head on her crimson-haired father, hiding the tears threatening her make-up. She squeezes the hand in hers, not knowing if she wants the other to stop or continue. Cale continues:
My daughter, our darling pride and joy
You look so beautiful in white, yeah yeah
So beautiful in white
So as long as I live I love you
Will always hold you
My darling daughter in white
They spin to a stop, Ohn shaking with happiness and tears. Cale smiles and hands Ohn’s hand to the awaiting Hodori, for the last dance. “Know that I am proud of you, Ohn. So proud of you.”
While Cale walks her down the aisle in her beautiful white dress, 'Beautiful in White' by Shane Filan plays but everyone can hear that it is Cale's voice covering the song, dedicating it to his beautiful daughter.
As they walk down the aisle, everyone involved in her growth is having flashbacks to Ohn growing up, many of them are tearing up.
While Cale walks her down the aisle in her beautiful white dress, 'Beautiful in White' by Shane Filan plays but everyone can hear that it is Cale's voice covering the song, dedicating it to his beautiful daughter.
As they walk down the aisle, everyone involved in her growth is having flashbacks to Ohn growing up, many of them are tearing up.
Going with the idea that Cale knows he exists but keeps Rock (Rok Soo) a secret that all the Alcoholic going out is to actually visit him. Just so happens that he was late one day and Rock goes to find him about to be punched.
"Papa?"
Cale's reddish brown eyes immediately widen as both turn to stare at a little redhead holding a misshapen stuffed toy. Choi Han stares at the child in confusion as he has the asshole by the collar. Rock calmly walks up to Choi Han and tugs on his black pants in a typical child-like manner (internally, he was cringing)
"Can you let go of my Papa? I'm sorry he's mean, but it keeps the bad people away from me and Mama."
In sheer confusion, Choi Han does let go of the older redhead to stare at the small child gripping his pants. Then, he registers what the child actually said and immediately feels guilty. 'Was it because the child was nearby that he insulted me so my attention would be kept away? Was I the bad guy?'
He watches the not-so-asshole dust off the imaginary dust of the younger boy and holds him close.
"I..." Choi Han starts "I want to see the Count."
"Oh! Papa can bring you-" Cale starts frowning "Papa please?"
The older redhead grumbles out an agreement as a distressed woman comes running into the alley.
"Bye-bye Papa and Mr Don't-hit-my-papa-please"
At the name, Cale snorts and Choi Han grimaces. With Rock's (fake) yawn, they part ways, the mother and child to their home, the two men towards the Count's home.
"Don't you f@cking dare, tell anyone about him, especially the Count and the servants. Do your thing and leave."
Cale smirks as he activates Dominating Aura while Fire of Destruction sparks in his hand
In the end, it's all the same once I apply all the pressure
Storm clouds begin to gather, covering blue sky and the blazing sun into dark, cold grey. Using Sound of the Wind to swirl and cycle and Sky Eating Water to make rain. Temperature drops and lightning arcs angrily overhead, Cale's cocky smirk turns into a scary unhinged, ear to ear grin
-Human/Cale-nya/Cale-nim?
Thunder bringer, through the wringer
Show them I'm the judgment call
The one who makes the kingdom fall
Tornadoes form and stretch downwards, raking the land as if sharp claws against flesh. The allies and enemies stare in shock and fear respectively.
Lightning wielder, use and slaughter
Show them what they can't conceal
For true nature will be revealed
- Tell me, [villain of choice], If I were to make you choose
The lives of your alliances or your own, who are the ones you'll lose?
- Ha, wrong choice there. Good bye.
Cale snaps his finger and the world flashes. Thunder rings and echoes, silencing the screams.
Alternative title: I am playing an Otomo game but the characters have changed personalities!
You have spent stream after stream, seeking the elusive endings of one Cale 'How-Many-Bad-Ends-Do-You-Have' Henituse, son of Count Deruth Henituse within the new otome game, Love and War in Rowoon Kingdom. You and your chat finally make history with a never-before-seen ending....only for everything to change in a new hidden route.
What happened to you, Cale???
Author's note: I wrote this in a rush
Snippet:
[ Could I...... your..... *mumbles*...... number.....]
You looked at this beautiful man, his crimson locks shined like sunset like the blush staining adorably across his face. Your chat box on stream flew with various messages of Awww and Simpery. This man, the hardest route in this otome that FOMO and pressure from your fans made you play, was asking for your number in a mumble. Cale Henituse, as agreed by the community, is the most rage-inducing, longest route to get hearts/affection because he is so guarded and asshole-ly. Choi Han, Alberu Crossman, Rosalyn Breck, Vicross Molan, Mary, Whitira and many other characters had all of their endings uploaded onto the internet, while the only route for Cale is his bad endings, in plural.
I somehow have a "second" part idea? So here is the short idea
Rok Soo-Cale: The Rok Soo that became Cale
Cale-Rok Soo: The Cale that became Rok Soo.
Because streamer!you is still trying to wrap your head around things.
It has been a weird few days.You thank several deities, that you do not pray to, that you were not stream at the point in time. You watch as Rok Soo-Cale walks around on your desktop screen, like those chibi shimejis you use to download. He had somehow crawled out of his game and is opening random and history tabs on your browser. He opens a sticky note and begins typing.
"Damn, you really went deep diving for the previous Cale's route, didn't you."
You keep quiet, still not quite over the shock. Rok Soo presses a kiss against the back of your head, then squints at the screen
"Oi. How are you out of the game?" His gravelly, I-just-woke-up voice sent delightful shivers down your spine.
"I wonder if I can interact with your stream." the redhead mumbled, deliberately ignoring Cale-Rok Soo.
You blink, curiosity enveloping you. And reached for your phone to open X only for Cale to have open and type something on your own twitter page
Testing something new, come join the stream -Cale Henituse
The Cale stares at you, his eyes tracking as you try to move away from his stare. You sign as you start setting up your stream, only showing your desktop background, with all of the games. As soon as the red LIVE icon lit up your channel, your small fanbase start flooding your chatbox
"What is new!"
"Are we playing LWRW? New route?"
"I want to see your new boyfriend!!!"
You look at the bottom of your screen where Rok Soo-Cale was supposed to be but did not see him there. Then, a message from a new mod appears
Iwantmyslackerlife🔧: so this is a stream.
"CALE?!?!?"
Iwantmyslackerlife🔧: hello. How do you handle this?
And then one of the developer of the game Love and War in Rowoon Kingdom (shortened to LWRW by the fanbase) sent a message.
CrossmanDev: What happened?!
And the chat started flooding again, recapping the last stream, until a few chatters caught your eyes
ChoiHan#1: what is happening in the bottom right corner of your screen.
Rosalynmywife: is that a hand?!
Cale's red head pops up and he pulls himself up, out from your task bar. You push away from your desk, hands up in surrender as your fans watch Cale interact with your computer
Alternative title: I am playing an Otomo game but the characters have changed personalities!
You have spent stream after stream, seeking the elusive endings of one Cale 'How-Many-Bad-Ends-Do-You-Have' Henituse, son of Count Deruth Henituse within the new otome game, Love and War in Rowoon Kingdom. You and your chat finally make history with a never-before-seen ending....only for everything to change in a new hidden route.
What happened to you, Cale???
Author's note: I wrote this in a rush
Snippet:
[ Could I...... your..... *mumbles*...... number.....]
You looked at this beautiful man, his crimson locks shined like sunset like the blush staining adorably across his face. Your chat box on stream flew with various messages of Awww and Simpery. This man, the hardest route in this otome that FOMO and pressure from your fans made you play, was asking for your number in a mumble. Cale Henituse, as agreed by the community, is the most rage-inducing, longest route to get hearts/affection because he is so guarded and asshole-ly. Choi Han, Alberu Crossman, Rosalyn Breck, Vicross Molan, Mary, Whitira and many other characters had all of their endings uploaded onto the internet, while the only route for Cale is his bad endings, in plural.
Sam sighed into her champagne, tugging at the stiff lace collar of her uncomfortable bright pink, kiddy-frilly, and heavy dress. If she had known that informing her family of her attendance in Dr. Isley’s Green Gala would put her in this outfit and her mother badgering her to be her plus one, she would have just snuck out with her powers. Her mind wanders to her two boyfriends, her sigh turned longing, how she wished they were here with her, or she with them. However, Danny was buried in paperwork in the Ghost Zone and Tucker was stuck in a crunch period for his project at Wayne Enterprise.
She gazed at the rest of the attendees with a poker face, hoping to slip away and contact Ellie for another outfit, one that is darker-coloured, and better suited for her taste. Hmm? Something was calling to her, tugging at her ‘core’ that developed after Undergrowth spectral-adopted her. With her parents busy talking with some rich folk and no attention on her, Sam slipped away to follow the tugging at her core. After 20 minutes of walking, possibly shorter, the young heiress was panting at the exertion caused by the weight of her dress, but she had found the source.
Past the weirdly reinforced doors -intangibility is one of the best presents that came with her ghostly abilities, Within a greenhouse-looking bedroom, tucked into a corner, was a purple rosebud, that is also glowing with ectoplasm, floating within an enclosed display. She recognized it as one of her own, within her ghostly greenhouse in Undergrowth's domain, but how did it get to Gotham?
“How interesting, how did you just walk through the doors into my lab?”
With a jolt, Sam spun to face the voice, her little rosebud ignored the potential threat. Dr. Isley, beautifully dressed in her evening gown, stood leaning against the door, her head cocked with an unreadable expression, her hand holding a smartphone that kept repeating the instance Sam walked through the door with intangibility.
“I-
“Samantha Manson of Amity Park, are you a meta?”
Sam flinched at the clicking of heels as the host of the gala prowled closer and the plants attended to her call.
Poison Ivy’s POV
Pamela Isley, known to Gotham as Poison Ivy, jumped back as one of her plants struck the floor where she once stood. Gooseflesh rose on her skin as the temperature dropped rapidly and a bolt of fear ran down her spine as she looked at what was once her lab. Eyes with black scleras and radioactive-green irises peppered the walls, on the plant pots, and on her plants, all staring, glaring, judging her. The radioactive rose broke from its broken case, growing and undulating longer and larger. The petal bulb split horizontally like a mouth, opening to show razor-sharp teeth and strands of glowing green digestive fluids.
Furious, Poison Ivy turned to the intruder and gulped. Instead of the shorter female with the obnoxious pink dress she saw earlier, she traced the black laced-up heels to the dark green dress with purple flowers and blood-red creeping vines that hugged the otherworldly figure’s body. She looked up further towards her ceiling, past the veil of constellations, up past the shadowy face, to the red crown of thorns nestled on dark hair. Upon the shadowy face, two completely purple eyes, glowing like the hundred of eyes on her walls, stared back at her. Fear froze her body in the presence of the supernatural being.
Then, a blink later, Poison Ivy stared at the normal ceiling of her laboratory. The temperature was back to normal, the eyes were gone, and her plants looked the same as what she cultivated them to. She looked back down to see… nothing, there was no one in the room. If it wasn’t for the broken display case and the missing radioactive rose, the doctor would have assumed fatigue caused such a vivid hallucination. She released a trembling exhale. She looked at the smartphone in her hand, the evidence of Sam walking into the laboratory was gone.
The Justice League stared at the group that appeared through a green rift, in their headquarters, the very same group that had given Batman so many headaches.
"Let me get this straight-"
"You aren't exactly straight but whatever floats your cape"
Batman glared at Green Arrow before taking a deep inhale and looking at the crowd of Amity Park residents that have moved to his Gotham:
- Danny Fenton-Phantom : current Ghost King of the Infinite Realms who is, somehow, dead and alive at the same time.
- Sam Manson-Undergrowth : current Queen Consort of the Infinite Realms with chlorokinesis, living or dead. And pseudo-daughter of the Infinite Realms' version of Mother Nature, known as Undergrowth.
- Tucker Foley : current King Consort of the Infinite Realms and an active demigod Pharaoh with technokinesis. The same fellow that Wonder Woman has practically adopted. Also, a rising star employee in the IT department of Wayne Enterprise.
- Danielle "Ellie" Fenton-Phantom : Crown Princess of the Infinite Realms and clone-daughter of the King. An absolute menace to anyone not of her family..
- Jasmine "Jazz" Fenton : Queen Proxy and Arkham Asylum's new Psychologist that scares even Joker, and also Superman (with just a smile after attempting to spout his usual rhetoric about clones). Also, Jason’s girlfriend.
- Dash Baxter : kick-boxing instructor and security guard in Arkham Asylum, which seems like the most normal out of the bunch if it wasn't for the news showing him lifting debris with ease and him being unaffected by Fear Gas and downing superhumans single-handedly. Also Tim's and Conner's boyfriend.
John Constantine sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, he did not want to deal with these supernatural entities.
“Constantine still has 9490 days, A-K-A 26 years, of spectral community service though.”
Commiserating Amity and finding out Jason Todd has a girlfriend.
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Part 4 of Amity in Gotham (On AO3)
Summary: Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent and John Constantine meet Jazz Fenton.
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Three men sat at a large table that still looked too small due to their broad figures. The sound of a door opening caught their attention, but they did not lift their heads off the table.
“Woah, what’s up with you lot?”
“I got an Egyptian demigod as my employee. Now, Diana is mad that I did not tell her cousin about her.”
“I saw a civilian flip a bus like it weighed nothing and then flip it back”.
A muffled groan from Constantine, something about a ghost king.
“Are they Amity blokes?”
Three heads shot up and stared at Jason, who was taking a slurp from some glowing green slushie cup. The green was unnatural, practically radioactive, and oddly pulsating like the Lazarus Pit. Behind him stood two other sons of Bruce: Damian Wayne and Dick Grayson. The disguised Superman narrowed his eyes at the surprising trio.
“How did you know and why are you-”
“Jason is cagey about his girlfriend and will not tell us anything so here we are.” Dick immediately interrupted before Clark could finish.
Damian nodded in agreement while Jason angrily sucked his maybe radioactive slushie. ‘Jason has a girlfriend? Since when?’ Bruce thought. Before he could ask, the voice of the woman calling out one name caught their attention. Damian and Dick immediately hid under the table.
“Hi, Jason! Sorry I am late, my brother locked the door. Oh, you have company, shall I come back later?”
The newcomer was a lady that just screamed foreign royalty. She walked with poise and purpose, her red ponytail swinging with every step. Aqua blue eyes are enhanced by the black and green eyeliner curling around her eyes. When she finally reached Jason’s side, the focus shifted to be in awe of her height. Jason, at his full height, merely reached her shoulders. Speaking of Jason, the Waynes watched with sheer amazement as the perpetual frown on Jason’s face melted into a dreamy soft smile which immediately shifted into a panicked look when lover-boy finally registered her question.
“No! Jazz, I was just finishing saying goodbye. We can go now.”
Jason held her hand and gently pulled her towards the door. However, fate decided not to let them go easily. A trio of robbers charged into the restaurant with their guns blazing. Robber B took notice of Jazz and sauntered towards them with a sleazy grin to grab her arm. She remained calm, using her other arm to signal Jason to calm down. Before Robber B could speak, Jazz interrupted.
“Hmmm, criminals are not my type.” Robber B pointed his shotgun right at Jazz's chest in anger. She only laughed in response.
“I grew up in Amity Park, I have experienced worse.” And in a whisper that only Clark Kent caught “I grew alongside Death, I have blackmail on him.”
With her spare hand gripped the barrel of the shotgun and bent it to a right angle. In his shock and fear, Robber B lets go of the deformed gun, only to be knocked out when Jazz clocked him across the head with the butt end of the gun. Behind her, Jason lets out a soft “fuck that’s hot” much to the incredulous judgment of his siblings. Jazz handed her unclipped bracelet to Jason and everyone watched it increase in length with each elegant step she took towards the other robbers.
“Danny will be so disappointed if this restaurant closes. It has his favorite butterscotch crème brulee after all.”
She picked up a butter knife from the floor and nailed Robber C right between the eyes, which formed into a bruise and did the job of knocking him out. With the last robber within arm’s length, she reached down and grabbed the trembling pistol, Robber A could see and hear the metal barrel bending to her strength. She gave the remaining conscious robber a sweet-looking smile, while gesturing to Jason to return her the bracelet, the robber hiccupped in fear.
“Now be a good boy and stay still.”
A few minutes later, the police and paramedics arrived at the scene. While the paramedics tended to the injured, the police took down witness statements, and the Waynes, plus Clark and John, stared at Jason, who was staring up at the redhead’s face with a lovesick expression, the usual pit madness nowhere to be seen.
“Is Jason blushing? Jason? Todd? Blushing? How uncouth to put his face on her chest with a hug like that.”
“Ugh, I can see his metaphorical tail wagging. Also, he probably has those heart eyes…" After a loud slurp of his iced coffee, "Yup, definitely heart eyes.”
“Does… Diana have a sister we didn’t know?” Clark asked Bruce. The latter shrugged.
“What is her name?”
While the policeman approached Jason and Jazz for a witness statement, Dick brought up her file on his phone. The first thing that caught Bruce’s eye was the Arkham Asylum Header
Name: Jasmine ‘Jazz’ Fenton
Age: 29
Position: Lead Psychologist, Arkham Asylum
Area of Residence before Gotham: Amity Park
Next of Kin: Danny Fenton, brother; Danielle Fenton, sister
Security Level: Red
And a bunch of other jargon that the others could not care about at this moment.
“She made Joker cry and beg during one of their sessions. How?”
Everyone, from the patrons of the restaurant to the police still getting witness statements, turned to Bruce at that question. The last doctor that tried with that mad clown was Dr Harleen Quinzel and everyone knew how that went. What kind of person is she to make The Joker cry and beg? Some patrons fainted at the possibility.
“So, she is from Amity Park too.”
“Clark, that is not important” John dropped into a whisper, “Bruce, Jason is dating the sister of the Ghost King.
“So, good to know that Jason and Dick have the same Type. Taller than you, a redhead, can bend you in half strong, can swing from calming and innocent to terrifying, Royalty of some kind, not human”.
Each time Damian listed an attribute, he brought up one finger. Dick opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish, finally deciding for his jaw to click shut, unable to refute the other without unintentionally insulting his Starfire. Bruce groaned about needing a drink while rubbing his temple. He groaned even louder, while Clark whistled when the police were unable to undo the binds on the robbers, so Jazz picked them up as if they weighed nothing and tossed them into the police van, just like how everyone threw the trash bags into the dumpster. She also undid the binds with a snap of her finger and slapped the bracelet back onto her wrist.
Jason and Jazz left for their date after the starry-eyed manager gave Jazz a coupon for unlimited crème brulees anytime she wished.
