#tcf fic

[galaxygirl8880]

I think it'd be funny if Cale learned how to cough up blood on command

Like that one time where Alberu asked Cale to faint Cale would be like "alright he probably wants this to be realistic" and just coughs up blood while pretending to faint- Alberu and Choi han being horrified and thinking he was just putting up a front to not worry them and beating themselves up over not noticing anything-

Then Cale falls asleep and now they're really panicking-

This is probably completely unrealistic but stfu it would be funny and it's fanfiction so why not-

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Man this draft is OLDD

Medically accurate?? Who's she??

[d10nsaint]

FROM EDEN.

-> Kim Dokja & Cale Henituse with a reincarnated! reader

saintspeaks;“I SLITHERED HERE FROM EDEN JUST TO SIT OUTSIDE YOUR DOOR”-Hozier. JAIDJSKADJ I LOVE THIS SONF OMFG. Also, the ‘you’ in the Kim Dokja x reader only read twsa, but the ‘you’ in the Cale x reader read tcf.

Kim Dokja

A reader of TWSA is all you were — well, one of the two committed readers. You werent supposed to read it, in fact, you stumbled apon it on a sad friday night. But when you met Kim Dokja, the lone reader, you realized why you were never supposed to touch that story.

You’d only survived this far because you binge-read the chapters, and had your handy phone with a save file of the story!

You were living quite comfortably in the apocalypse, traveling alone because you couldnt commit to a group. You knew that the moment that danger came towards you and the group you’d abandon them, so traveling alone was the best option.

Until you were traveling in the underground subway and came across Yoo Junghyuk— the main character himself.

The only thing that happened between you two was a harsh glare met with ice-cold eyes in response.

The only thing that you were thinking was, ‘you dont scare me, bitch.’

And he just stormed off.

You hadnt thought much of the encounter—in fact, you never wanted to meet him again. But, of course, fate just had to have you two cross paths again. But, this time he had a companion with him.

And lord, was he the most handsome man you’d ever seen— even though you could barely make out his facial features.

But he’d never been in the novel. An he seemed just as surprised by your appearance too — because you didn’t have a sponsor, and you’re too strong and seem too knowledgeable for an average person.

The idea of you being the other reader lingers in his mind— but he quickly dismissed the thought as he kept walking past you, following Yoo Junghyuk.

Cale Henituse

You were a normal girl who reincarnated into a noble Lady from a small kingdom in the Western Continent. Since you reincarnated into such a small kingdom, you had no reason to change the story unless it came charging at you.

…and it did.

You visited Lady Amiru in the Ubarr territory.(bad idea number 1)

The moment you started talking to her about using a boat to sail at night, a wolf-looking guy came charging at you, screaming about smelling ‘strong’. You’d never done any training or fighting, and only acted like how a normal noble lady should in these kinds of stories. But, you realized he wasnt looking at you, but behind you. And guess who was behind you?

Cale Henituse—who was hiding behind a rock????

You’d recently been reincarnated so you didnt know much, but what you did know was that some things had changed. One of those things? Cale Himself.

You avoided the Henituse house like the plague— if you got too close to Cale, you’d get tangled up in the story, and you couldnt have that. Excusing yourself the moment you saw the fiery red hair, you ran off of the sandy beach to the room lady Amiru let you use during your stay.

Cale was extremely confused—who the hell were you? why were you here? did you know about the ancient powers? Why did you need a boat?

He let out a deep sigh, wondering why he just keeps walking into trouble—he could just feel you being another wall between him and his slacker life.

[fanfiction-artist-prototype]

I've done this once before but I'll do it again since I updated it recently.

READ MY TRASH OF THE COUNT’S FAMILY FIC, ISSUE FOUND IN TRANSLATION;

[salaapaoo]

Do you think Cale would stand along the edges of the group when they're all happy and domestic sometimes...? Just feeling kind of disconnected and distant because this amount of happiness and this amount of closeness was just a distance dream when he was roksoo

Maybe he watches the children get praised and he's so proud of them, but can't help but feel the dull ache of jealousy. Of course, he would also add to the pile of praise and love, but deep inside his inner child just... Aches. Deep inside he just wishes he could've had this when he was younger. The praise, the love, the gentle touches full of warmth. Maybe he just can't help but feel so far away because it feels so.. unreal. He's never had the chance to properly grow up, so he definitely wishes for these kids to grow up happy, loved, cherished, and healthily. Hell, he will make sure they do.

Maybe he freezes when the kids first begin to hug him? The warmth is foreign, but not unwelcome... So he indulges them. Giving them the love and affection that he wishes he received as roksoo. Turns out he's also touch starved as well, so he grows to love these interactions with the children. Eventually he starts initiating them by himself, finding his hand gently carding through On or Hong's hair, or maybe his hand rubbing circles on the small of Rain's back? But only for the children. Children are honest, children are safe. He doesn't know how to tell his friends he wishes to be closer. So he keeps quiet, inner child longing and aching.

He watches the way Ron interacts with Beacrox. The way on the outside they're stoic and seemingly cold, almost like some sort of business exchange. He sees it though. The way Ron's eyes soften when he watches his son cook, the pride that swirls behind those eyes just for his son. He feels in an outsider. Sure, he has his family, but could he really be considered theirs? He feels like an imposter, coming into their home with their son's body and face, so he only watches as they bond. The warmth of just being within distance is both soothing and never enough. He distances himself in hopes of keeping these pesky feelings in check. He tells himself to be happy with what he has because it's already a blessing to have so many people who stay with him because they want to be with him.

Maybe he doesn't know how to interact with parental figures, feeling awkward when they welcome him. His mind convinces him that their welcome is just polite. When he agrees to act as Naru, he thinks of it as just a deal. Both parties benefit from it. As Fredo continues to shower him with gifts and love, he finds himself relaxing in the warmth. Just for a bit. Then he walls himself off again. He receives a toy as a gag gift one day. Some sort of play set that they (maybe Alberu and Rosalyn) think would make him give them a deadpan look in return. They're shocked as they silently watch Naru's eyes sparkle as he explores the set. His touch soft, so so soft, as if the toys were an illusion that would crumble away if he were to rough. They expect a sarcastic "thanks" with some sort of annoyed look paired with it. Instead they watch from behind their disguised friend, barely hearing the whispered "...thank you" because Naru's voice is just above a whisper. (His ears are red as he thanks them, he doesn't turn away from the set. Too happy to have received it because it resembles the one he had always longingly gazed at through the display windows. He couldn't ask for it, so he just looks on, smaller hands pressed against the cool glass in his memory).

He's on guard while he stays with Fredo, but his inner child can't help but cheer at the unlimited food and sweet. Happy to be able to just receive instead of all the give give give he's had to do growing up. He feels warm as he nibbles on a cookie, sitting on a plush couch.

Cale is too scared though. He doesn't reach out, bringing this love closer to him and claiming them as his. He just accepts the in the moment love that's directed towards him, grateful for what he can get.

And they slowly begin to notice the longing in his eyes. The way he attentively watches as the children are introduced to more games and experiences. (It hurts them more later on when they learn what kind of world he had grown up in as Roksoo).

Cale doesn't seem to notice the loving looks he receives from the people around him. He just assumes that it isn't for him. So when Eruhaben starts to press his cool hands against his forehead, gently grasping his face as the dragon checks him over for any more injuries... He finds himself overjoyed. Confused, but overjoyed.

Or when he finds himself noticing how Rosalyn and Choi han seem to sit ever so closer, with their legs pressed against his and their arms brushing against him. He finds himself relaxing, just appreciating the feeling of being close with them.

Cale treasures the people around him. They notice how Cale feeds the children before himself, watching them eat for a few minutes before he breaks out of some sort of train of thought. (He can't forget the days where food was limited. The cries of poor, innocent children when their stomachs felt like they would just collapse inwards and consume itself. He doesn't ever want to see the people he loves have to think before eating, rationing off some incase there isn't food next time). Alberu gifts him more snacks-- batches of cookies that are easily shared and plentiful enough that he doesn't hesitate before eating some himself. Beacrox cooking more and more, trying to show that if Cale asked, he will receive. How there's plenty of food to go around.

(he grew up in such an unstable environment that being this secure feels like a dream).

I wanna write a fic... But I'm not that confident in my writing sdjdjhff

[skylerskyhigh]

Same song, different dance

A little art for my fanfic. I had this idea randomly while driving home and i had to illustrate it. It came out better than I thought

I threw in a bunch of secrets snd foreshadowing in here. If you know, you know.

Here's the fic:

Here are some alts. It's mostly lighting and rendering.

[blueteller]

Top 10 TCF Fanfics Formats

So, as far as I can tell, if you're looking up TCF fics on AO3, at least 90% of what you see will be one (or more) of these formats:

Reaction Fic ("In an Instant" fic alikes: all sorts of "divine intervention" and "watching the show" setups)

Where Cale is Not Cale (usually: KRS transmigrates as another character. Most commonly: Twin Cales AU.)

TCF Except Slightly AU (sometimes because of a ship, but generally a straight-up canon retelling with changed details)

Shipping "Ahoy!" (I don't read those, but I've seen Alberu/Cale & Choi Han/Cale tags a lot. I can roughly imagine.)

Angst Fest Under Magnifying Glass (mostly based on the colorful collection of Cale or OG Cale's traumas, but often exaggerates them to make them EXTRA depressing and basically AU)

Dimension Travel (kinda similar to reaction fic premise, except Cale and sometimes others literally appear in the TBOAH dimension)

Crossovers (usually ORV, mostly Cale ends up in a crossover and... is being Cale, but nothing status-quo breaking happens most of the time?)

Romance Game and/or High School AU (for some reason...? Usually Cale-centric, but not always)

Something Weird Happens To Cale (usually de-aging scenarios, curses & transformations)

Various one-shots (mostly Gen small what-if or canon compliant scenarios)

I'll be perfectly honest - I'm guilty of mostly writing that kind of stuff as well. I covered a lot of different fics within those categories, so it might seem unfair. But... TCF fandom can use a little bit more variety, don't you guys think?

[yaneijin]

Imma just post my old tcf fanart here :\

Its Roan and Hong stealing a piece of pie for midnight snack

[big19boss-blog]

Cale-nim would hate Snape! (Judge Cale pt1.)

I think if Cale won't like Snape even one bit. Here are my arguments as to why:

Bullying Kids. In the words of Cale-nim himself, he is a trash person, but he would never hurt kids. And Snape did exactly that throughout the years. Whether it was threatening Neville so much that he became that kid's boggart. From constantly picking on Hermione to taking out the hate towards Harry's father on him. Nothing justifies bullying and hating a child, NOTHING.

Ratting out Remus. Snape not only made the students write essay on how to kill a werewolf and made Remus (the werewolf) check them. When he didn't get what he wished in the end, he let it slip to Daily Prophet that a teacher is a werewolf to the entire of ENGLAND!!

The sloppy double agent. He would have wanted Snape to fuck up more of Voldy's plans.

Hiding information. Snape had access to a lot of information throughout the book. If he wished to live a slacker life, he could have.

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I have more reason because I don't like Snape in general but anyways which character should Cale-nim Judge next?

[murasaki-cha]

When you go into the new chapter fully prepared for the Raon angst but proto appears behind me with a bat called "Kim Rok Soo ptsd" and swings it full force

@fanfiction-artist-prototype

[pixillandjester]

Drawings for my the latest chapter of ny songfic "pulling the skin from your lips 'til it bleeds"

[creator-savannah]

Remembered I have a 800 word reaction fic in Google docs that I do not have the motivation to write for so here are somethings I want to include in it but too lazy to actually write

Thames - 40 yr OG!Cale

Kim Rok Soo - KRS during the one year anniversary of soos death

OG!Cale - OG Cale after the plaza incident

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TBOAH side: *Trying to convince Kim Rok Soo to come to their universe*

Kim Rok Soo, holding a cup of coffee: Why would I willingly subject myself to torture?

TBOAH: TO SAVE THE WORLD AND MILLIONS OF PEOPLE?!?!

Kim Rok Soo, taking a sip of said cup of coffee: Sounds like a you problem

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During the sealed test reaction

Thames: I get that you love your husbands

Thames, pointing at the screen with his hand: BUT WE DID NOT NEED THREE PAGES OF YOU SIMPING!!

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Kim Rok Soo, watching Thames pour 12 shots of Expresso, three cans of an energy drink he doesn't recognize, and a shit ton of vodka into a glass and drink it in one gulp:

Thames: *fucking dies*

Kim Rok Soo, who just watched his new chaotic bestie die: *shrugs and goes back to doing paperwork*

TCF and TBOAH: what happened? We heard a—

OG!Cale: why the fuck is future me lying on the floor

Kim Rok Soo, not looking up from his paperwork: the caffeine finally killed him

(he's fine dw, he's got that author's fave armour)

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Thames: Actually *insert scientific thing here* and that's how you can make a bomb with limited resources

OG!Cale: but what if we replace *ingredient* with *ingredient* wouldn't that be better

Rosalyn: Yes but it could also *more scientific things*

OG!Rosalyn: It could affect how *ingredient consequences here*

The four genius redheads: *long ass discussion that lasts hours*

TBOAH and TCF, just watching them and everytime someone speaks they look at the person making it seem like they're watching a table tennis match but it's been the same match for hours:

Kim Rok Soo, not understanding a thing they're saying, internally: I studied law not this bullshit

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The next day

Kim Rok Soo, who just woke up: *sees Redheads with multiple white boards and blacks boards surrounding a nuke*

Kim Rok Soo, looking at TBOAH and TCF who are just staring at the redheads: How the FUCK did they build a nuke while I was asleep

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TBOAH and TCF minus OG!Cale, Thames, Kim Rok Soo, OG!Cage, Cage, fighting:

God Of Death: How dare you question my authority! *Chains them to their seats*

OG!Cale: go fuck off you useless god

GoD: Ok <3

Thames: Where the fuck is the alcohol

GoD: Right here my child <3

Kim Rok Soo, in a bad mood because of a chapter they were reacting to:

GoD: What's wrong, do you need anything? I'll do anything for you my child 🥺🥺🥺

Cage and OG!Cage: *cursing out GoD*

GoD: my children are cursing me out 😭😭😭😭

TCF and TBOAH minus them, all having one thought: favoritism

[galaxygirl8880]

Sick!Cale au where roksoo Transmigrates a year before cannon, just as Cale is attending a doctor's appointment. He blinks and suddenly he's in a completely different room with a doctor telling him the results of a bunch of tests he's SURE AS HELL didn't take.

He kind of pauses for a minute assessing his surroundings like the smart boy he is and then the doctor gets to the diagnosis.

"(something something, doctor talk).. with the rarity of the disease and lack of a cure, I'm afraid I have to inform you that it is very likely you have less than two years to live."

He files the information in the back of his mind for a moment and asks the doctor to give him a few minutes alone- and then proceeds to figure out where the fuck he is and have a mini freakout session about how he's DYING.

Okay they discuss the almost-helpful treatments and stuff and he realizes that the only way he can prolong his lifespan is to collect the healing ancient power.

He goes back to the Henituse mansion and effectively avoids questions about where he's been and has another small panik about what to do.

I'm imagining that once he gets the vitality of the heart he still has to be cautious about his condition. His brand new shiney ancient power explains how it's keeping his illness In check but it can't just get rid of it entirely because he got the ancient power after the illness started becoming an issue.

(Cale felt a bit like Taylor in that moment)

He very much does not tell anyone about the possibility that he may drop dead one day if he's not carefully because?? They're still basically strangers?? He knows and trusts no one in that house??? (Ron was suspicious but Cale made no plans of telling him any time soon.)

Then he got alarmingly used to the dull pain in his chest just as he got used to living as Cale.

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Scrapped because I felt like it was too similar to some of my other prompts :v

He probably has an irregular heartbeat

[zeraaachan]

when my chrysanthemum go

og! cale henituse x gn! transmigrated! reader

content(s): in which you fell in love with a red chrysanthemum. and everything became meaningful yet meaningless at the same time.

warning(s): spoilers for tcf, angst/no comfort, ooc og! cale, unedited, possible typographical and grammatical errors ahead

author(s) note: i'm not done reading the novel yet but yea, i'm in love with him already. and i don't know how to spell the flower's name for the life of me.

he was never the trash he played spectacularly. he was just a mere actor of an opera meant to protect his family. he was nothing but a count's eldest son, sweet and loving but reckless in his ways, who plays the role of the drunkard trash of the county. sure he drinks, but his mind stays sharp. rough he is with his tongue but his words never meant any harm, at least to the people he cherishes. and had anyone ever saw his cheeks truly bloom? not with the ruddy red of alcohol but with purer emotions? he was adorable, loveable even. the cale henituse you knew was never a trash. he's more than that. he is a thick book with deeper meaning.

the original cale henituse was truly special... to you who entered this fantasy world.

you've been curios from the start even though you haven't read that far in the book. you've always asked if the original cale henituse was truly a trash? what happened to him after the first scenario? was he something deeper, a more dynamic character? someone who played a bigger role instead of a fodder? you've always been curios about the original cale henituse.

and your curiosity was quenched when you had a sipped of what it meant to be in a world with him. to actually meet him.

he laughed with you and dusted your cheeks with the same hue as his hair. and brought you to a garden where he wove a crown of flower for the mane on your head. cale, your cale, took you to places. to where he went when he's at his lowest to the highest peak where he promised you his loyalty in the name of cale henituse. you watched the sunset, of course. it was a classic. he'll prepare a banket on the grass for the two of you to sit and give you delectable foods that the staff prepared. he's a noble after all. you can't expect him to cook but you can expect him to adore you with his reddish brown eyes.

and if he's truly a trash like what the book says, will a trash ever weep for his mother? will a trash bring you to where the biggest portrait of the previous countess hang and tell you stories of her, her dignity and glory, her warmth and affection. will a trash ever have that solemn look in his eyes as he hold your hand and tell you how he misses the person who gave birth to him? and will a trash protect his family? in his own unconventional ways? will a trash ever ruin himself for the sake of others?

and will a trash ever look at you fondly and accept the red chrysanthemum in your hand.

because that's what he do. that's what the cale you know do.

"thank you" a soft smile graced his lips as you gifted him the dainty flower. it's nothing special or grand. you even picked it on a random field. "but why a red chrysanthemum?"

and to that you'll answer.

"in some cultures, red chrysanthemums means love and passion."

you saw him open his mouth and ask why not roses instead which you answered with, "roses have thorns. but you never pricked me even once when i caressed you."

cale immediately closed his mouth after that. a smile made its way to your lips as you continue your monologue.

"your hair," he unconciously touched his red locks, bathed in the setting sun that complimented its radiant color even more. "it reminds me of it. and i love it."

it was true. you love his red hair that often have a rivalry with his cheeks whenever he drink or talk to you. you love his red hair that shines gloriously every morning, when the sun peek at his bedroom's window. you love his red hair that scatters on his white pillow on the most fashionable way. you love his red hair and you love--

"you."

him. you love cale henituse who'll you'll always remember by his red hair that caught your attetion, just like the little red chrysanthemum, on that day on that wide field.

"i'm glad." he finally stated after a flustered moment, cheeks as bright s his locks, and eyes shining with embarassment. he looked away when he noticed your eyes that are still on him. with quick clumsy movements, he looked away and streteched his limbs that got too relaxed from laying with you beneath the sun. he stood up and faced the sun. his clothed back on full display to you, wide and proud and sure of everything.

his shadow that day casted on you.

"i'll also give you red chrysanthemums as soon as we return. better, a garden of it." he proudly said with a cheeky grin once he finally faced you, reminding you once again that he's filthy rich just to do that. he offered his hand to help you stand up and gave you the warmest, brightest, and most loving smile you saw on him. "let's do this again tomorrow."

to which he followed.

"i love you, l/n y/n. for today and tomorrow." he muttered, almost in an oath. "and i'll keep doing it so wait for that red chrysanthemum garden. i'll tell ron tomorrow."

but that tomorrow never came. you became too engrossed with your own fantasy, with your own lovesick novel, that you forgot that none of the two of you are the main characters in the plot. you're not the main couple that fought against everything with love. by the end of the day, the two of you are just another side characters... with unfulfilled dreams and imperfect romance.

and it all came falling down when you saw the calm look in his eyes.

you lost him already.

"i will not get that red chrysanthemum garden, won't i?" you asked broken heartedly, a single streak of tears on your cheek that multiplied when he answered you with a confused look.

you lost him. the flower you saw that day, the flower you loved... bloomed into another flora.

you forgot that chrysanthemums can also mean goodbye.

when my chrysanthemum go

zerake

[ohmycale]

Of hiding and denials part 3

…or instances where Cale tries to hide that he is insecure, and has trust and abandonment issues in so many ways. 

9. And the person who sees all the things he's been hiding 

Cale: How do you do it?

Alberu: What?

Cale: Live here. With the people who ruin your life every single day. Your stepmother tries to kill you regularly.

Alberu: It's hard but there is no place for me to go. It's called a gilded cage for a reason. You?

Cale: My father has this stupid idea that locking me in the territory and forcing his new family on me is a great idea to get to know them. Been wishing to get away from them for years.

Alberu: It's ironic when you think about it. They lock you in even though they know you want to get out and use any means to keep you locked in. But they complain about you feel about them at the same time.

Cale: He's supposed to be smart but acts like a fool.

Alberu: Sounds like my father. Can't control his urges and leaves his fruits to fend for themselves. How about we start again, Young Master? Hi! I'm Alberu – the First Prince of this Kingdom and I eat murder attempts for breakfast

Cale: … I'm Cale, Lout extraordinaire and alcohol connoisseur. I'm shocking I know. Pleased to meet you, Alberu.

Credits and shoutout to people (friends, colleagues and other people who deal with neglect individually and professionally) who graciously given their go signal to use their lines and experiences for this prompt. We live via Cale vivaciously and we can only hope we had even an ounce of his looks. There so many instances and stories that I want to include but it will be a never-ending post…

[salaapaoo]

You know what??

De-aged Cale where its roksoo right??

He's sitting there anxiously as the adults discuss what the do with him. It's happening again. He knows they're going to get rid of him like some old, unwanted toy.

His stomach gurgles and growls. He keeps his eyes trained on the shoes everyone is wearing, ears burning. How embarrassing... He's usually better than this.

He jumps when a pair of shoes move in front of him. It's hard to hear what's going on when the cotton in your ears keep blooming. Suddenly, he's face to face with an old man... whose smile is.. pretty scary. Not that he'll say anything about it though. He can't figure out where to place his eyes. Adults don't like it when he looks at them in the eyes. They say he's being defiant, that they don't like the way he looks at them. But then they don't like it when he doesn't look them in the eye, something about finding the situation unimportant. He doesn't know what to do... So his eyes jump from meeting the old man's and back to things around the room. Back and forth, back and forth.

"young master," the man starts, "why don't you follow my son to the kitchen? My son, Beacrox, will get you something good to eat."

Oh! He can do that. He's been in kitchens before, so he willed himself to meet the man's gaze one last time before giving a small, but firm nod. Then, he hops off the plush couch and trails after the guy who must be Beacrox.

This man is stoic looking and not much of a talker. It's okay though, he isn't much of a talker either. They walk in silence to the kitchen, he tries to keep his breathing in check as he jogs to keep pace with the man. His steps must be too loud though since the man turns towards him and then slows his pace. So nice!!

Even when they get there, the man still hasn't said anything. He stands at the doorway, unsure of what he's needed for. The kitchen is clean... Extremely clean. How will he earn his food? What is he supposed to be doing here??

We makes his way up to the counter where he finds a rag. That'll do!! He takes it and wets it in the sink before making his way back to the sitting area. He drops to his hands and knees and begins to scrub at the already clean floor. The adults at home say that even if it looks clean, it's never clean enough! So surely this should be enough to earn his keep.

He hears a clatter and startles as the knife falls to the floor. The man's face isn't stoic anymore. The man is mad?? Is he cleaning wrong?? Roksoo is scared.

The man storms up to him and begins to reach out towards him. Roksoo fails to hold back a flinch. He's messed up, adults don't like it when he's scared. He squeezed his eyes shut, in hopes of hurting less.

Nothing comes. The pain never comes. Only a warm hand on his head?? He slowly opens his eyes and meets Beacrox 's. There's nothing, but hurt and anger swirling in the man's eyes. Why's he sad? Roksoo doesn't understand.

"young master..." Beacrox sounds strained. Again with that weird title.

Roksoo wordlessly watches the chef try to string together words. His own throat feeling too clogged up to ask what he did wrong.

He manages though.

"why.. why are you sad?" His words come out like small croaks. It's getting hard to speak again. Adults don't like it when he can't speak.

Beacrox's eyes just fill with more hurt, hurt, hurt as he opens and closes his mouth uselessly.

He seems to figure out what he wants to say though.

"young master, why are you on the ground?" Beacrox keeps his voice soft, keeps his tone open and forgiving.

"I didn't know what else I could do," he confesses like he's sinned. His eyes make their way back to anything other than the other's.

Beacrox brews silently, waiting for his master to finish his thoughts. Beacrox doesn't like where this is going.

"how else can I earn.." roksoo's palms feel sweaty where they're clenched at his sides.

"I don't deserve food yet," roksoo's words are firm and believing as he meets Beacrox's eyes.

The man's eyes seem to tremble as he processes what roksoo had said.

(Beacrox wants to skin whoever taught his young master this. He wants to make them beg for the sweet release of death as he slowly guides them towards it. Having them teeter on the edge of death and consciousness).

He snaps out of thought, saving them for later. The others will be hearing of this, they can all come up with the plans together.

"young master," Beacrox hopes his words will reach the boys heart, "you deserve everything."

He watches as the boy takes his bottom lip captive between his teeth. How the boy clenches at the hems of his shirt and tries to calm his breathing. How the boy is trying to blink away tears, but is failing.

"you are worthy" he whispers, removing a glove to pat roksoo's head. Beacrox looks seconds away from jumping back and escaping. Roksoo let's put a shaky laugh at the thought.

Right now it's hard to believe, but.. he wants to. He wants to believe that Beacrox is right. He'll try...

But he still follows Beacrox back to the counter and begs to help. He feels too antsy not doing anything.

All he's handed is a small bowl of snacks and he's told his job is to finish them by the time the meal is done cooking. He feels his heart swell. Roksoo feels like his heart is doing flips in his chest. He feels so safe.

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Feeling like I probably post too much on this,, but I will.. continue. :)

[skylerskyhigh]

The Henituse Twins, Cale Henituse and Rok Soo Henituse.

When these two are in a battlefield, their enemies cower.