#tcf x reader

[claudeq]

could you do a Erubahen(from TCF) x anti-social, quiet dragon wife. Like his wife would hide behind him just to avoid social interaction the kind of anti-social. You can feel free to do whatever you want with it cause there isn't enough fanfic of this guy.

BELOVED. ( yandere! eruhaben )

summary : eruhaben loves that side of you more than he thought.

thinking about yandere eruhaben with a shy wife.

as we all know, dragons are proud. they were the strongest creature that stands on the top of the food chain.

that's why when he met you, he was baffled. yes, you are a dragon. a really strong one- and your attribute was one of the strongest that he had seen.

but unlike other dragons, you were different. for the first time on his life, eruhaben didn't expected to see a dragon looking like this- docile, gentle and.... soft.

dragons are solitary in nature. but you were different. rather than being solitary, you were more like a shy kid.

and that was the time he realized that he needs to keep an eye on you.

who knows if there was a person, or a dragon, or a stupid guy with a stupid mask (he won't list an elf since they practically worship the ground you walk in) take advantage of you?

despite of detesting socializing to other creatures, be it humans or others. as much as possible, you didn't want to hurt anyone.

and that's the reason why he decided to take you as his wife. and the way he proposed to you was kind of funny because he was like "if you don't like socializing that much, i'll do all of that for you."

as a husband, eruhaben was caring on his own ways. he provides everything you needed and let you hide behind him whenever the two of you visited the world tree fearing that the elves might approach you and started singing praises about you again.

fast forward, the two of you already met cale and the gang. and they were taken aback when they saw you for the first time. you were very different from your husband- like reaaallly different.

meanwhile, you on the other hand. stiffened up by the time you saw your husband coming back with a lot of people- wait, is that another dragon?

you looked around, finding a hiding place but you found none. so before they could even ask about you, you already ran and hid behind eruhaben.

....

cale as well as his friends stopped. even raon who was rambling about eruhaben. because this is the first time they had seen a dragon running away from them.

and eruhaben just raised an eyebrow at them. a sign that they shouldn't ask any further.

but anyway! thanks to cale and his friends, you slowly started overcoming your fear of other people. you even managed to talked to a human in a human market earlier!

you happily teleported to your lair to tell your husband about the story. you expected eruhaben to be proud and even get a head pat. but you were confused when you noticed something.

he was angry. but why?

eruhaben knew that he should be proud of your achievements. he really does.

but the thought of you not needing him anymore angers him more than anyone else.

and smelling different scents coming from you make his stomach churn.

yes, dragons are known to be proud and solitary in nature.

but aside from that, dragons are also known to be really possessive of the things (be it a person, an animal, gold, or jewelries) that they deemed to be theirs.

“ i told you I would handle the world for you—so why are you letting other scents touch your skin when you only ever need to hide behind me? ”

[rie-092]

i'm honestly waiting for goldie gramps. i have to do this, promise.

imagine platonic yandere! eruhaben with young dragon! reader. one day, he found an egg in front of his lair. at first he thought it was a normal egg. but he noticed that it wasn't.

platonic yandere! eruhaben who keeps saying that he doesn't care if the egg didn't hatch. yet, that night after he found it— he made sure to make a comfortable place for it inside his lair. then every night, he would spend his time watching the egg, wondering when will it hatch and everyday, he would wipe it convincing himself that he just didn't want to get his lair dirty when it truth he was quite worried that you might chew your egg shell once you hatch. so, if your egg shell is dirty, then you might get sick!

platonic yandere! eruhaben who was surprise when your egg finally hatch. he found himself mesmerized. you look cute, to be honest. the way you look around, seemed to be confused. eruhaben is not the type of person (dragon) who shows affection. but surprisingly, he found himself wants to shower you with one. let's add the fact that you were also a golden dragon so the two of you looks like a father and child duo.

platonic yandere! eruhaben who spent four months thinking of the name he will give you. and when you copied the way he said your name and giggled. eruhaben found himself smiling back at you. you're cute.

platonic yandere! eruhaben who thought that he spend his lifetime alone. but now, he had an adorable child following him around and calling him daddy. well, it's not like he was complaining or anything.

platonic yandere! eruhaben who acts like he didn't care but actually happy when you first polymorph as a human. it was a normal morning and he was about to call you for breakfast. but when he entered your room, he didn't see you there, instead he found a child sitting on your bed. a child with the same golden hair and ( color ) eyes as well as pointed ears. when that kid grinned brightly at him calling him daddy.

platonic yandere! eruhaben who now started buying a hundred of matching clothes that the two of you can wear. he even go far on going to the human market to buy a book containing several ways to style a child's hair. no, he can't let anyone call his child ugly.

platonic yandere! eruhaben who started to became possessive when you first met another dragon. he knew that dragons were curious creature. he knew that one day, you might leave him. because in eruhaben's eyes, you were still a child. well, technically you were a child since you're only 20 years old in human age. but still—!

platonic yandere! eruhaben who suddenly stopped teaching you about magic. it made you confuse, but you can't blame him! he started thinking things like— you might use his teachings against him to escape from him. dragons are known to be possessive and territorial, they doesn't let go and willing to die to protect their treasures. and it seems like eruhaben started seeing you as one.

young dragon! reader who got kidnapped by an organization after they raided eruhaben's lair while he was out buying some stuffs for your birthday. by the time he got back, seeing that you're not there and the blood on the floor. it made eruhaben snap.

platonic yandere! eruhaben who literally burn down the kingdom of the organization who kidnapped you. then later, after he saw you lifeless inside their headquarters. torture— they tortured his child. how dare them. how dare those people— eruhaben knew more than anyone else what happen to those dragons who didn't die because of natural death. and that made him more angrier than he was.

platonic yandere! eruhaben who started loathing humans after they killed you. but a few hundred years later, after meeting cale henituse. he was flabbergasted to find someone who looks like his child, have the same name as his child. but is not a dragon— instead, a mage.

it's still you, don't worry. the gods and goddesses gave you a second chance and reincarnated you into a human body. but surprisingly, you still became someone who is really good at magic and handling mana.

cale henituse found it odd how eruhaben seemed to adore you a lot. but didn't say anything because he doesn't want to anger the golden dragon. and it seems like he won't hurt you anyway.

platonic yandere! eruhaben who became 100 times more overprotective to now reincarnated! reader. he doesn't allow you out of his sight.

just imagine meeting a thousand year old dragon who told you to call him papa or daddy even though it was the first time you met him. but you see, you were quite obsessed with dragons yourself. so when he requested that, you immediately did that with a straight face. cale started to became quite worried about your mental state.

platonic yandere! eruhaben who refused to let you out of his sight. he started keeping you around him. and as a dragon fanatic, you were more than willing to stay with him.

platonic yandere! eruhaben who started using your obsession with dragons against you to make you stay by his side. you don't have to worry about anything because he will be more than willing to give you the world. so please, this time— don't leave him alone.

all in all, platonic yandere eruhaben is the definition of a protective yet lovable father when you were still a dragon. but now transformed as an overbearing, territorial parent who is now obsessed with keeping you safe.

it's just a secret, but now keeps you in cale's villa after you almost died in a battle. and the one who proposed that idea was cale henituse who almost got a heart attack after he saw you, being carried by choi han, bloodied and barely alive.

it looks like in this life, you have a couple of saints, a crown prince, some nobles, two red-heads, a couple of swordmaster, some dragons ( aside from eruhaben ), some assassins, a wolf, and a couple of cats who is worried for your safety. for the last time— you were not a dragon anymore so you better take care of yourself properly!

[reverian]

In the novel, Cale and his fiancé only share a professional relationship. But with Kim Rok Soo transmigrated into his body, he questions how that even happened. Aren't you a bit too handsome to be treated as a co-worker?

Cale Henituse/Kim Rok Soo x Fiancé Male Reader. Takes place in the beginning because I haven't read that far. masterlist

"It's been a while since you've seen your fiancé. I know you both don't like each other, but you should meet at least once a year."

His father’s words still ring in Kim Rok Soo’s mind as he watches the carved stone scenery give way to forest trees, the carriage rumbling across a high stone bridge. The sound of the river below blends with the rustle of weeds and the splash of fish pushing through the current. Elbow resting on the window frame, chin propped in hand, his other hand idly strokes Hong and On’s fur. He’s a bit worried. Since Cale was only a minor antagonist in the beginning, there hadn’t been much written about his personal relationships, especially not this one. Only one throwaway line existed for him to go on.

"Cale Henituse and his fiancé only shared a professional relationship."

He suspects that Cale’s, now his, fiancé knew about his trashy behaviour and drinking problem, and kept their distance to preserve their reputation. If not for the Henituse family’s wealth, the engagement probably wouldn’t even exist. Still, it complicates things for Kim Rok Soo’s goal of living a lazy and mediocre life. He doesn’t know what kind of person you are, whether you resent being engaged to a lout, or if you’ll have any significance later. He doesn’t even know what you look like.

“Why do you look so nervous? Are we meeting someone scary?” Hong asks, batting a paw against Cale’s stomach to get his attention. On looks up silently, her curious eyes mirroring her brother’s. He doesn't blame the two siblings for their concern; this will be the first time he meets someone he has no plan for.

"Perhaps, although they can't afford to hurt us," Cale huffs, quietly amused at his own pun, though the notch in his brow doesn’t fade. He scratches under Hong’s chin, pleased by the happy purrs that fill the carriage. His other hand moves to On, brushing between her soft ears. “That’s why I’m expecting you both to dial up your charms and get to work.”

“Yes, sir!” they chirp in unison, tails swishing as they nudge his hand for more pets. A small smile tugs at Cale’s lips as he indulges them. He hadn’t been fond of cats in his previous life, but these two have managed to creep into his heart. He’s confident they’ll succeed, if the extravagant seat Hans had set up for them is anything to go by. If his fiancé can’t treat animals well, it’ll be easier to have a valid reason and keep a safe distance.

He’ll just have to do what he does best: play it by ear and ask for a drink.

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“I didn’t know you were fond of pets, or that your father allowed them in the estate.”

“I suppose they got lucky…” Cale can feel wrinkles forming from how often he’s furrowed his brows. His poor, good-looking face will end up ruined at this rate. Meanwhile, Hong and On are in heaven, snuggling at your legs. He’d told them to act cute, but judging by their enthusiasm, they’re not pretending anymore. The treats and affection you’ve given them have completely bought their loyalty.

“Hmm. If you say so. They are quite cute," your quiet laugh brushes against his eardrums, and Cale really needs that drink. He squeezes his eyes shut, rubbing his eyelids until colour bursts behind them. He’s misread this situation completely, and to be fair, he doubts anyone could’ve prepared for this.

You’re a man. Not the woman he assumed you were. That one’s on him, really. When reading the novel, he’d thought the author had simply mistyped and used the wrong character. It was a single sentence about a forgotten character, so he had brushed it off.

Regardless, whether you were meant to be male or female doesn’t matter, because-

You’re far too handsome.

When Kim Rok Soo first woke up in this world, he thought he’d lucked out. Cale was rich, attractive, and elegant enough to wear anything, and everyone around him seemed to have been sculpted by the same unfairly generous author: Choi Han with his sharp angles and heart of gold, Rosalyn with her vibrant hair and ambitious eyes, even the servants looked like they belonged in portraits. But when his carriage rolled to a stop before your estate and you opened the door yourself, sunlight catching on the stray strands of hair that had escaped their tie, he realized instantly that you were on an entirely different level. The faint scent of cedar and ink lingered in the air as your hand met his, steady and warm, and for a beat, Kim Rok Soo forgot to breathe. Even Hong and On had to nudge his leg to stop him from gawking. He coughed into his hand, masking his lapse with Cale’s usual nonchalance, but the thought still hit him with an almost comedic clarity: How had someone with that face ended up treated like a background character? How had you and Cale only shared a professional relationship?

“I need a drink…” he mutters, too low to be polite but loud enough for you to hear. Ah. That answers one question already, your fiancé’s drinking habit must’ve been rough for you.

“My apologies. I got carried away," the soft smile you’d worn fades into a firmer line as you give Hong and On one last affectionate scratch. Their whines follow you as you say, “I’ll fetch something from our cellar.”

Two things stand out to Cale immediately.

One: you’d called Count Deruth his father, not your father-in-law, despite your engagement being publicly acknowledged. That single phrasing already told him more about your situation than a dozen letters could have. It meant you were being careful, maybe even trying to keep the Henituse name separate from your own, to preserve some independence or dignity. That alone set you apart from everyone else he’d encountered—people who fell in line or played their roles without a thought.

Two: despite your status, you were the one who’d opened his carriage door and helped him down, hand steady and polite, the faintest trace of callouses brushing against his palm. Now, you’re the one offering to fetch his drink, a task he’d normally assign to Ron or Hans.

The picture is painfully clear. You’re well-mannered, intelligent, probably too kind for your own good, and, unfortunately, broke.

He leans back against the chair, crossing one leg over the other. The cushion dips under his weight, a faint creak of the frame cutting through the quiet room. The house isn’t neglected, but it feels tired. The polished floorboards have dulled in certain patches; the curtains look older than they should.

It fits the narrative.

Cale drums his fingers against the armrest, eyes half-lidded. In a world with dragons and ancient relics, being short on funds must be worse than being cursed. He can almost hear Ron’s dry chuckle or Choi Han’s gentle disapproval in his mind. But Cale doesn’t pity you. He just finds it… interesting. The way you carry yourself, all poise and composure, as if you haven’t noticed the cracks showing. You play the part of a noble well.

“Cale Henituse and his fiancé only shared a professional relationship.”

He can see why now. There’s nothing to gain from sentimentality when survival depends on pretending not to sink.

“You’re running out of funds, aren’t you?” Cale says suddenly. Your steps halt at the doorway. There’s a pause, a single sharp intake of breath, before the hinges groan and the door eases shut. The faintest shift of your weight, the soft click of your boots against the floor.

“Yes,” you say quietly. “You are correct. Will that be a problem for you, regarding our engagement?”

The honesty is disarming. No hesitation, no excuses, no attempt to hide it behind pride. Just a simple agreement. Cale exhales slowly, thoughtfully, and lets his gaze drift just slightly downward, trying to disguise the curiosity sparking behind his usual calm demeanor. Honest, agreeable, and, frustratingly, too handsome for your own good. You would have been the fan-favorite side character who dies halfway through to give the protagonist emotional depth.

He sits up a little straighter. The leather glove around his hand creaks as he folds his fingers together.

“Of course not,” he replies without missing a beat, “I’m loaded. I don’t need your money.”

That earns the faintest twitch of your lips. Not quite a smile or pity, but it's charming all the same. Cale shifts slightly in his seat, willing down the heat travelling up his pale neck to his cheeks. He's tempted to fake another cough, but he's already done that before. He knows you were nice enough to not point it out. You've been watching him as carefully as he has you.

He gestures toward the seat across from him, “Sit. I want to learn more about my fiancé.”

You move without hesitation, crossing the space deliberately, and settle into the chair opposite him. You adjust slightly once, ensuring your posture is straight but comfortable. Cale notes the subtle movements, the small indications of confidence in the way you arrange yourself. He shifts his weight again, resting his elbows lightly on the armrests, and studies you more closely. The distance between you is polite, exactly the kind that would suit a “professional relationship.”. He wonders, briefly, if that’s why Cale Henituse, the original one, never bothered to get closer. Maybe he’d thought you were too unremarkable, too ordinary in a story filled with heroes and villains. Or maybe he just never looked close enough.

Kim Rok Soo, however, has always been the kind to notice the background details. The light catches along your hollow cheekbones, outlining the slope of your bony jaw, the faint shadow of fatigue beneath your eyes. You look like someone who’s been holding a crumbling house together with spit and blood.

“You don’t need to act so formal,” he says after a moment, “It’s exhausting to watch.”

Your brows rise slightly, “Then how would you prefer I act, Lord Cale?”

“Like someone who doesn’t care whether I approve of them or not.”

A pause. Then, to his mild surprise, you actually relax a little, leaning back in your chair. There’s something almost amused in your eyes now.

“As you wish,” you murmur.

The silence that follows is oddly comfortable. Hong’s purr rumbles softly in the background, and On yawns, curling into a ball near the chair legs. Cale’s gaze drifts to the faint gold ring on his own hand, a symbol of an engagement that had never meant anything. Until now, perhaps.

“We’ll get along fine,” he says at last, mostly to himself. “Just don’t cause me any trouble.”

You hum in acknowledgment, “I’ll do my best, Lord Cale.”

He watches the slight tilt of your head as you speak, the even cadence of your words, the calm certainty behind them. There’s no hidden agenda, no attempt to manipulate, no sign that you intend to interfere with his plans. You are competent, careful, and measured. He realizes that because you’ve been able to remain unnoticed until now, despite your capabilities and presence, you likely won’t bring trouble to him. You understand boundaries and have learned to navigate situations without attracting conflict. That in itself is a relief, and a rare one at that.

He hums back, low and unimpressed, but the faintest smirk tugs at his mouth as he leans back in his seat.

Professional relationship, he thinks. Yeah, right.

[weirdsht]

You Have A What Since What? - Cale/Reader

a/n: I'm gonna be honest, it's been a while, so I'm not sure what fic you were referring to so I made it general huhu

Pls don't repost my work anywhere without my permission

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anon said: I saw ur recent fic and loved ittt

can u write smth abt the fam™️ reacting to cale & his lover (bc since when!!!)

I'll say it right now, most of them knew even before Cale made a formal announcement.

Some people knew right off the bat (Raon, Ohn, Hong, Ron). Not necessarily because Cale told them, but because they're always with Cale (the kids) or is just good like that, maybe follows him (Ron).

Other people find out about it because of Cale's difference in attitude (the rest of his group: Choi Han, Rosalyn, Hans, etc.). At first, they deemed the change odd, but became happy after realising that it was because he now has you as his lover. Though some are a bit slow in connecting the dots (Choi Han and Hans). However, Cale wasn't exactly being discreet. He would either go out saying that he was going to hang out with you, or invite you over to his place and hang out in private. So safe to say that they got the gist after a while.

As for Cale's parents, I'd like to believe that Hans, being the little tattle tale that he is, mentioned it in one of the reports. Now they are just waiting for him to formally introduce you to the family.

Alberu... Alberu has had enough to be honest. He'd seen it all; from Cale being in love to Cale finally asking you out. His happy for his dongsaeng, but please, someone stop Cale from teleporting to his bedroom to eat cookies and rant about random things (including demanding things to gift to you because Alberu is Cale's walking atm).

Now let's go to when Cale actually introduces you to everyone.

Since everyone already knew about you and had done extensive research about you to make sure you couldn't bring harm to their young master they were polite and all smiles. Immediately accepting you into the family and acting as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

Cale didn't think much about this, though. He just thought that a lout getting a lover is no big deal. When in reality, everyone had been preparing for this meeting FOR AGES.

Even when the Henituse family served your favourite foods for dinner, Cale just chalked it up to it being a coincidence, and the two of you mentioned in passing how you like every single dish they served.

That made everyone in the family feel proud and accomplished.

The entire family (bio and found) already knew that they were gonna like you based on their research, but actually meeting you really solidified it.

After Cale's formal introduction, the kids would demand that you outright. One time, Raon even straight up said that you should just live with them.

Cale took that to heart, by the way.

The adults were more subtle about it, but they definitely want you to be around more as well. They would constantly Cale how you were doing and when you're going to visit next, as well as if the two of you have any plans to move in together.

They definitely asked you to stay in the Super Rock Villa when the war started. It's 2 birds with 1 stone: they get their wish, and they know you're safe and sound.

[lovelyjane-stuff]

First actual post LMAO—

But, imagine Trash of the Count's Family/Lout of the Count's Family x Reader but Reader is a Navia!MC...

✨ C H A O S ✨

Hear me out... What if us Readers, who I'll call MC for short, got isekai'ed into Lout of the Count's Family as Navia, making her Navia!MC... Not only that, Navia!MC is the illegitimate and unknown youngest daughter of Zed Crossman making her the Half sister of Alberu Crossman, different mothers, same father with Zed Crossman. So Navia!MC is not a quarter dark elf, in fact, nobody knew, not even her, that she's Zed's youngest child born out of a one night stand. It was only after later on with Cale that he somehow confirmed her to be related to Alberu. Navia!MC is surprised and is happy to have a brother, she doesn't give a damn if Alberu is a dark elf, but does she want to be a princess?

Navia!MC: "OH HELL NAH—"

Back to Navia!MC, she was raised by her aunt after her bio mom died of child birth, after all Zed Crossman had no clue he had a daughter. And by 16 years old, she created the Spina Di Rosula to catch and beat criminals to let out her stress and gather information about potential threats. And within two years her bases had expanded A LOT. Now she's the same age as Cale. Cale x Navia!MC? Possibly, kinda cute honestly. Raon saw her as a mom perhaps? Navia!MC is not happy when she finds out what happened to Raon... So she blew up Venion Stan's bases and burned all his clothes. Eruhaben is secretly cackling when he heard this from Raon.

Raon: "Goldie Gramps! Don't worry about that trash Venion! Golden Rose Lady had blown his bases and clothes up!"

This is probably cringe but why not

@quietplace26 I need your opinion

[r31n4ree]

So anyway, have been reading too much self-insert making me think the weirdest idea ever. It have been strangle me for a while not to mention reading some of the inspiration for this fic.

And that is what-if someone or reader isekai as our saint, the no1 believer of CAELISM!

Thinking why the heck no?

This didn't change and at the same time change so much.

Let's Start! Wait—Wrong person!

TCF x Clopeh Sekka! Reader

.・゜-: ✧ :-　　.・゜-: ✧ :-　　.・゜-: ✧ :-　　

[ a few years ago in another world...... ]

It's just like another day of you usual daily life.

Cleaning your own apartment, working yourself to the bone to earn some money, having time to yourself watching anime or reading some novels.

But today is different.

Kanjeonv Haneul, a coworker friend ask you if  you have some time to spend together today after work. Haneul and you are close friend, when the first time you get the job here he was the first person to welcome and help you adjust working here.

After working both of you have a small talk, from there you found out having a lot in common with him. He likes novels and you like manga and manhwas, Haneul and you exchange a lots of things about this and because of that you quick to befriend him.

And after that talk Haneul and you have been close to each other since then.

Back to the present of course you quick to agree with him, since it's been a while for both of you talking outside work. Not to mention Haneul turn out is not social person and that you are an introvert too didn't help it.

Sometimes you can't help feels a bit lonely if you're not busy reading or fantasies a scenery in your mind about the recen novels or comic that your read.

So you glad to have someone to talk or share a hobby with once for a while.

.

.

.

“Listen— LISTEN—” you insisted, gripping Haneul sleeve with the intensity of a fangirl that you are. “The moment Alver appears? I ascended. That man is perfection. Peak royalty. Peak handsome. Peak everything—”

Haneul dramatically gasped. “okay-okay! Hear me out. RON! Yes, hear me out about him! The way that old man smiles while serving Cale the lemontea? Iconic. Inspirational. Ten out of ten. He is hot old man code. ”

“And his son Beacrox!” you added, pointing a finger at him. “Professionally offended, domestically deadly, torture expert—”

“—but still makes perfect foods” Haneul finished proudly.

You both nodded sagely.

Then you continued, because stopping wasn’t an option.

“And Cale,” you exhaled, hand over your chest. “The red-haired menace, the king of oblivious, the mastermind of chaos, the—”

“—the walking magnet for disasters like stray cats despite saying that he wanted a slacker life” Haneul supplied.

“Yes! EXACTLY!” You threw both hands up.

“He says he wants a peaceful life but that man walking into the hero path. That man is my religion—”

Haneul snorted. “Then what am I? A casual believer?”

“You’re a cultist,” you said immediately. “A hardcore one.”

“True.” Haneul didn’t even deny it. “If I ever get isekai’d into LCF, I’m marrying Clopeh.”

You choked. “What— why— HANEUL—”

“I’d help him build his Caelism empire!” he continued, dramatically placing a hand over his heart. “Together, we shall construct temples, engrave Cale quotes in marble, and collect relics—”

“Stop,” you wheezed between laughs. “Stop, people are looking—”

But you both ended up laughing anyway, doubled over, drawing stares from the passing crowd.

You didn’t know when the noise changed— when laughter blended into screaming.

When you looked up, a wave of people was suddenly surging toward you, shoving you both backward.

“Woah— hey—!” You tried to brace yourself, but the crowd was too strong. Haneul was pushed straight into the middle of the road.

“Haneul—!”

He looked stunned. “Why is everyone—”

And then you heard it.

He barely got his footing before the sound hit you both—

A truck engine.

Loud.

Fast.

Much too close.

Your stomach dropped.

'Oh no. Oh no no no—'

You read too many webnovels and comics not to recognize this setup.

…Except the truck wasn’t heading for Haneul.

It swerved. Hard.

Straight toward you instead.

“Eh?” you blurted.

“Eh? WAI—?!” Haneul yelled back, scared and horrified on what's going to happen to you.

That was the last thing you heard— Haneul voice cracking, the world then gone white.

and your final, dying thought?

Why am I the one getting trucked?! Haneul the one who wants to join Clopeh cult—

And then everything went dark.

.

.

.

.

.

You expected white space, Or maybe a mysterious void.

Or some glittery cosmic being greeting you with:

“Congratulations, you’ve been reincarnated.”

What you did not expect was—

“—NO. NO NO NO. THIS IS NOT THE RIGHT SOUL!”

You jolted.

In front of you stood a man with long icy-white hair cascading down like silk, green snake-like eyes blazing with holy conviction, and a white robe that fluttered dramatically despite the fact there was no wind.

He was pacing.

Pacing and arguing.

With the air.

And someone talk back at him in the air, albeit the voice sounds a bit meekly like someone has been scolded.

“I asked for the one who WANTS to marry me! The cultist! The believer!” he ranted, stabbing his finger upward like he was threatening god itself. “Not— NOT some random—”

He stopped.

Slowly.

His head turning toward you like an owl spotting prey.

You stared.

He stared.

You whispered, breathless, “Clopeh Sekka…”

Ah.

So death came with hallucinations of pretty men.

Up close, he was well ....gorgeous didn't cover it— white eyelashes, sharp cheekbones, hair like fresh snow, and eyes like glowing emeralds.

He was exactly as described in the novel.

Maybe even worse.

(Or better. Depending on your taste.)

“Are you done gawking?” Clopeh asked, voice impatient but smug.

You snapped back to reality so hard your soul rattled. “S-Sorry— I mean— yes—I— you’re real—”

“Of course I’m real.” He flicked his hair. “I am Clopeh Sekka.”

You were ninety percent sure his hair sparkled.

He clasped his hands behind his back and leaned forward slightly. “Now. Tell me your opinion of Cale-nim.”

In instant straight spine, Instant clarity.

This was a test.

You can feel it to the bond that this is a test, and if answer it wrong something bad going to happen to you.

But You know the answer clearly with how much you have been obsessed with Trash Count Family and inhaled deeply.

And delivered it with ease from the heart.

“Cale is… incredible. He is so handsome that is a crime that he is only a human, with that beautyful crimson hair, sharp mysterious eyes, and cold stone face. He is a genius. A legend in the making. He’s practically one step away from becoming a god.—” you ranted about everything you feel about Cale, just like how you ranted about any favorite character toward Haneul.

Until you can't breath and need to stop.

Silence.

Then—

Clopeh eyes widened like a child hearing their favorite praise.

“YES!” he burst out, clapping his hands together. “FINALLY! your world sure full of people believe for the legend! But not enough for me, but you are great and with a functioning brain! Someone who sees his greatness!”

You had never seen a grown man sparkle with pride before.

He sighed dramatically. “It seems I accidentally fetched the wrong person. I meant to bring your believer friend—what was his name? Halal? Hannul?—the one who wished to marry me and join Caelism.”

“Haneul,” you corrected weakly.

“Yes, that one.” Clopeh scowled at the sky.

“But SOMEONE up there clearly doesn’t double-check orders.”

You swore you heard someone whimper up there.

Wow....

A lot of TCF characters sure hate and even boss around with their chosen gods, but then again you can't fault them when the said gods seems like to mess up one way or another.

He muttered a very rude sentence at the heavens before shaking it off with a smile that was too bright, too eager, too… Clopeh.

“But it’s fine,” he declared, placing a hand on your shoulder like a prophet choosing their disciple. “You will do.”

“…Do what exactly?”

His grip tightened.

“Help Cale-nim,” he said gravely.

“Support his legend. Guide it. Spread it. Protect it. Nurture it.”

Your mouth opened. “Whoa, whoa there! Wait— what—”

“In ANY way possible,” he continued. “Your knowledge, your devotion, your understanding of his greatness—”

He leaned in. “It shall be your mission.”

You blinked.

“You want me to help… Cale?”

“Yes, because turn out something big happened after we won from White Star, and that I and everyone died because the other and me are not enough, not enough for our legend. there for I need someone more informant and of course the most important thing is that very much loyal to Cale-nim.”

Clopeh serpent eyes gleamed with divine madness.

“You are hereby appointed as an Apostle of the Legend.”

You had several questions.

Approximately two hundred — or maybe two Thousand.

But none of that left your mouth because—

Clopeh lifted a hand, palm glowing with blue light.

“You will receive power. Enough to assist Cale-nim—though not enough to outshine him, of course.”

“WAIT— POWER?? I—WHAT KIND OF—”

“And do not worry,” he added casually. “I will send your friend later, The cultist belongs with me. I like him already.”

You choked.

“What— Clopeh, hold on— let’s talk about this—”

“No need.”

He smiled.

Too gently,Too beautifully (damn it! you are weak to this)

Too ominously.

“Go forth. And witness Cale-nim legend up close.”

He snapped his fingers.

The world shattered into darkness.

Your last thought before consciousness dissolved. 

'What do you mean ‘Apostle of the Legend’? WAIT— I DIDN’T SIGN UP FOR A RELIGION—'

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You expected to wake up on a grassy field…

or a fancy medieval bedroom….

or at least somewhere quiet.

Just anything safe to start over and not somewhere dangerous like Forest of Darkness, You are not fightee like Choi-han and know won't even last a day there.

But instead you woke up to—

Screaming.

Actual screaming.

Loud voices arguing.

People running.

Something clattering to the floor.

You tried to open your eyes, but everything was blurry, too bright, too overwhelming.

It's not just that, your body feels so weak like a jelly that it seems can't even work properly. Even it's so hard to just move your own head a little.

'Why does everything sound so close? Why can’t I move? Why—'

“Madam! Hold on—!”

“Someone bring water!”

“NO— NOT BOILING WATER—!”

There was chaos.

All of this only make you remember those films with something birth-related chaos.

'…Wait.

Birth.

BIRTH???'

Before your brain could refuse that possibility, you felt yourself lifted—small, weak, weightless.

Then, suddenly—

Warmth.

Someone pressed you to their chest, soft and trembling.

A gentle hand stroked your back.

And through the haze, you heard a faint, exhausted laugh.

“…Congratulations…”

Another voice—soft, weak, but filled with emotion.

“…my child…”

Your breath caught.

Or it would have, if newborn lungs worked properly.

You still couldn’t see clearly, but you felt the warmth, the heartbeat, the trembling joy.

Then the woman voice whispered, hoarse from exhaustion “…my little… Clopeh.”

Your blood froze.

Your tiny baby fingers curled instinctively.

'Did she—

Did she just say—

Clopeh?

CLOPEH.

CLOPEH —— SEKKA?!'

You with your new weak baby lung somehow can scream loud like a banshee.

The woman—your mother—held you closer. “There, there, Clopeh… don’t cry… Mommy’s here…”

“Thank goodness… the Sekka heir is healthy…”

'CLOPEH YOU CRAZY BASTARD!!! YOU DID NOT WARN ME I WOULD HAVE TO GROW UP INTO MYSELF FIRST—'

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And that's how you are now reincarnated as Clopeh Sekka from Trash Count Of Family.

[End of flash back]

[shinyuin]

First "I Love You" — Cale Henituse x Reader

You had always known that Cale Henituse was a man of contradictions.

He called himself a slacker but never rested. He claimed to want a peaceful life, yet he stood at the forefront of wars, rebellions, and disasters. He insisted he wasn’t kind, yet his hands carried the weight of the world for those he considered his people.

And, of course, you knew that if there was one thing Cale Henituse absolutely did not do, it was expressing unnecessary emotions.

So, you had never expected an “I love you” from him.

Even after everything you had been through together—standing at his side through battlefields, tending to his wounds after every reckless act, and sharing quiet moments in between the chaos—you never thought he would say it outright. Because Cale wasn't someone who put his feelings into words. He showed them in his own way: in the careful way he ensured you ate properly, in the way his sharp eyes always found you first in a crowd, in the way he positioned himself slightly in front of you when danger was near.

And that had always been enough.

Until now.

—

The battlefield was quiet. The kind of silence that only followed after an overwhelming victory or a devastating loss.

You weren’t sure which this was.

Your body ached, exhaustion settling deep into your bones, but you ignored it. Your eyes were focused on Cale, who sat slumped against a broken wall, his usually pristine red hair damp with sweat and blood. His breathing was steady—thank the gods—but he was clearly spent. The ancient powers had drained him again, his body unable to handle their toll.

You crouched beside him, reaching out instinctively. Cale.

His eyelids fluttered open slightly, revealing tired but sharp red eyes. He stared at you for a long moment before sighing. You’re still here?

You frowned. Of course, I’m here.

A weak smirk tugged at his lips. I thought you’d be smart enough to run away from all this madness by now.

You rolled your eyes. And leave you to die in a pile of rubble? Not a chance.

Cale exhaled slowly, shifting slightly. That’s foolish.

And yet you’re the one who threw yourself into the heart of battle again, you shot back, voice tight with lingering frustration. How many times have I told you not to—

I know. His voice was quiet, but it held a weight that made you stop. His eyes locked onto yours, serious despite the exhaustion clouding them. I know. But I had to.

Because that was who he was. He would never sit back and do nothing while his people were in danger.

Your shoulders sagged, your anger fading into something softer—something heavier. You always ‘have to.’ And I always have to sit here and watch you get hurt.

Cale was silent.

Then, after a long pause, he spoke.

I don’t want you to get hurt.

You blinked. What?

His gaze flickered away, lips pressing together as if he was considering taking the words back. But then he sighed again, almost in resignation, and looked at you.

I don’t want you to get hurt,he repeated. I don’t want you to worry about me. I don’t want you to—He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his bloodied hair. It’s annoying.

Your heart clenched. You knew Cale well enough to understand that when he said annoying, he didn’t mean it in the way others did. He meant frustrating. He meant terrifying. He meant that the thought of you being in danger, of you worrying over him, made something twist inside him in a way he wasn’t used to.

Cale…

I don’t understand it, he muttered, almost to himself. “But every time I see you in danger, I— He cut himself off, his jaw tightening. I don’t like it.

You reached for his hand, gripping it gently.

I know.

Cale stared at your joined hands as if the sight was foreign to him. And maybe, in a way, it was. He had spent his whole life avoiding deep emotional attachments, keeping people at arm’s length.

But he hadn’t been able to do that with you.

Slowly, as if testing the motion, he curled his fingers around yours. His grip was weak but warm, grounding.

And then—

“…I love you.”

It was barely above a whisper.

Your breath caught. Your mind froze.

And yet, despite the quietness of his voice, those words echoed louder than anything else on this battlefield.

Your heart pounded painfully against your ribs. Cale—

I don’t know when it happened, he continued, as if he hadn’t just shattered the reality you knew. His brown eyes locked onto yours, uncharacteristically raw and unguarded. I don’t know why it happened. A pause. “But it did.

Your fingers tightened around his.

He sighed again, tilting his head back against the wall. Annoying.

You let out a choked laugh. You keep calling it that.

“Because it is.” His eyes slid shut for a moment before reopening, softer this time. 'But… I still love you."

Your chest felt impossibly full, emotions threatening to spill over. Cale Henituse, the man who refused to let anyone in, had just laid his heart bare. And he had done it in the most Cale way possible—begrudging, frustrated, but undeniably real.

You lifted your joined hands, brushing a kiss against his knuckles. “I love you too.”

Cale blinked, as if the words were somehow surprising to him despite everything. Then he let out another long-suffering sigh, muttering, “Now we’re both doomed.”

You laughed, pressing your forehead against his. Yeah. But at least we’re doomed together.

[illusionsofdreaming]

Notes: Whilst browsing through my WIPs, I found this piece which had no title, no notes. I have no idea where I wanted to go with this one but I must've been in some mood when I wrote it Ft: Cale

His entire life goal was to live and enjoy life, melting down into an inhumane puddle that does nothing but eat, breathe and sleep. 

“Aren’t you tired?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t you want to go to sleep?”

“Yes.”

He was and wanted all of those but having you in his arms was first and foremost.

“Cale-“

He consumes his name from your lips, stealing your breaths as he leans into your softness.