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calehenituse-brainrot · 8 months

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Disturbed Rest

Cale Henituse | Kim Rok Soo x Transported!Reader

Something sinister had happened within the island.

You have known John as deeply as you know yourself, and he knows you as deeply as he knows himself. Memories mixed together, his memories became yours and yours became his. Some bits are missing, either because you both can't remember yourself or because of some divine intervention.

You see John in the faces of nearly every kind, older men you see; be it strangers, professors, or even cleaning services back at your college, and John sees you in the faces of every innocent girl he had ever seen in his life, and often in the face of his right-hand woman, Kore. He feared one day he will forget Kore's face with how often yours were replacing hers.

You don't know how long you and John had been stuck in this loop of memories. Has it been days, months, or years? You wondered what happened to your body with John's after the ship had sunken. You can't remember past anything the moment your body had hit the water. Are you declared dead or missing? If dead, did they enact a search for you and the others? Did they manage to bring you home and give you a place to rest?

"What kind of graves do you think we would have?"

John seemed a bit surprised at the question. He glanced at you for a moment, knowing full well that there were no graves for the two of you, and yet he spoke his answer casually, "Considering you're the Duke's proxy, you'd get those fancy granite slab headstones."

You scrunched your nose as you think about it and John gave you a thin smile, "What? Not fancy enough for you?"

"Try too fancy," you muttered, pulling your knees to your chest as you gaze out to the sight of you and the rest of the people you have called your own family the moment you got transported there.

You were walking beside who you knew as Cale. You could recognize him so easily despite how his face was horrifically switching to the faces of your old male friends. The way he carried himself, how he dressed. Your brain reminds you frequently of him and it made you realize you have accepted the fictional character to be another human being too many months ago. It is an odd moment for such an epiphany.

"I've been feeling weird these days," John suddenly says. You turn to the man, a teasing remark about to fall from your lips to question him how he could feel if he's dead when you noticed something.

John stood beside you, appearing like he was some sort of ghost. He was nearly transparent.

"John?"

Cale sat on a meadow of dianthus flowers, the purple flowers with white tips blowing on the wind and spreading across the field like someone had dumped a basket full of flowers there. He sees the sky, red and orange-like flames as the sun began to set. He sees you in the distance, wearing your modest sundress and walking along the meadow, stomping on the flowers without a care in the world. You don't seem to notice him, picking up your sundress a bit like a noblewoman so you wouldn't step on the lovely dress.

Your hair moves with the wind and with every step you take. Under the shine of the setting sun, your skin seemed to glow warmly. This is how he remembers you and it will always be like this forever. He has no memory of pale skin and bloated skin on you. He had never seen your breathing stop, and for once, Cale was glad he never could have found you. He was not sure he could stomach another death.

Cale calls out for your name, his voice quiet. He began to stand up and watch your figure as it began to get smaller in his line of vision, watching you walk away from him and towards the sunset. Cale calls for your name again, louder this time as he began to follow you, his long legs slowly moving faster as his heart began to drum in his ribcage, begging to be freed from its confines to pursue it's object of affection itself.

You're too slow, his heart seemed to plead. Please, I need her.

Cale calls out your name again, beginning to run despite how he knew he wasn't the best at sports in this body. But in this dream, his body is light and yet heavy at the same time. He desperately reached for you, arm extends and he almost jolted at the feeling of your blowing sundress brushing against the tips of his fingers.

His heart soared. More, it begs him.

You turn around and before Cale could see your face, the meadow seemed to grow larger. The flowers and tall grass seemed to move together, elongating and swirling in odd ways before they encased you as if you were a pupa. The last thing he could see was how your [e/c] eyes seemed to stare at him before a branch covered that small opening as well.

Cale woke up with a start, his face feeling wet and breathing slightly labored. He lets go of Raon who he had tucked close to his side as he slept, hand coming up to clutch at his chest as he tried to slow down his heartbeat. He feels the scar there and tries to remind himself that it was just a bad dream. It was an odd, bad dream. Cale turns to the window, seeing that the sun was shining bright, meaning he had overslept again.

'Huh,' he thought, rubbing his face. 'Damn.'

He was supposed to be up earlier to look around the library for anything that could be of use regarding foreign primordial gods.

He slowly got up from the bed, making sure to not wake the kids as he began to freshen up a bit before having Ron help him. He doesn't want the butler to know he had a bad dream, because Ron had been looking at Cale with a certain gaze lately ever since they had begun looking for any primordial foreign gods that could have been the ones to persuade you to leave them all.

You are desperate, the older man's gaze seems to say. Cale doesn't feel like confirming or denying that assumption, so he never probed further.

"Young Master-nim," Ron began slowly as Cale and the kids were enjoying their dessert.

Cale looks up at Ron, swallowing a bite of his blueberry cupcake. "What is it?"

The three kids peered at Ron curiously. They were curious about what Ron wanted to say and that he needed to speak of it during their lunch.

"I think it's about time this humble servant of yours handle the arrangement for Miss [Name]'s room and her remaining belongings," Ron proposed, his words uttered in a soft way that sounded unfamiliar to him.

The keys to her room, his words implied. Give them to me.

Ron had observed the way Cale grieves. He sees what Cale does to cope with this loss, and he decides it's enough. It's time he locks your door and manages the room whenever it needs any cleaning or refurbishing if any of the furniture were to start falling apart. You already have an empty grave at the memorial. There was no need for another one here.

Cale stared at the blueberry cupcake as if it were the most interesting thing in his life as he listened to Ron's words, immediately catching on to the implications. He acknowledge the odd way he was attached to your room and belongings were unhealthy, and he has no room to argue with Ron. "Okay."

Ron nodded, bowing his head a bit. "Thank you, Young Master-nim."

Cale leans back to the couch he was sitting on, finally looking up at Ron. "Any news from the others?"

"None so far, I'm afraid," Ron says as he began cleaning up the table, picking up the dirty dishes to the stainless steel food cart.

"Oh, Human, Human!" Raon began to say, taking out the magic communication device from his spatial inventory. The device glowed and showed Withira's anxious face as Raon placed it on the table.

"Cale-nim," Withira greeted, her expression mixed with something like anxiety and hope. "I have news regarding Miss [Name]."

Cale's eyes widened for a moment before he frowned. Withira wasn't informed of your letter and how a foreign god seemed to be the trigger for you to leave them all. Cale concluded grimly that the reason why Withira could be calling for him now about you is possibly because she finally came across your corpse. "Did you find her... her body?"

Withira shakes her head and she leaned forward to her screen, causing her to appear bigger in Cale's. "Even better. I found her alive and breathing."

Cale's eyes widened and he stared at Withira. The future royal leader of the Whales has no reason to lie to him, and she would be foolish to use you to even make a joke like this. Cale knew Withira well, and she was no fool and loyal to a tee. "What do you mean?"

"She's alive?" Ohn asked while looking up at Withira with a glimmer of hope in her eyes, something Cale realized had been gone ever since you were officially declared dead.

"Are you sure?" Asked Cale with a frown, his heartbeat drumming against his ribcage like it had when he had woken up earlier.

"I held her," Withira says as calmly as she could. "She was warm and breathing. I checked her pulse and even pressed my ear to her chest to make sure, and her heart was beating. It was slow, but it was there."

Cale's brain was a mess, trying to grasp reality. He searched for every hypothesis his brain could come up with on how you could still be alive. The ship had sunk far from land and it was close to dangerous waters. You're human, so devastatingly human. You wouldn't be able to survive. You should have died from drowning, from dehydration, and perhaps you should have died from being feasted on by the predators of the sea.

You shouldn't be alive.

"Show me," Cale says, a tinge of hope beginning to be shown in his voice.

Withira pursed her lips. "I... I cannot."

Cale frowned and so did everyone in the room. Hong looked at Withira's image on Cale's screen and asked, "Why not?"

"She was on an island," Withira says. "There is a floating island that had been going in and out of our territory for hundreds of years, perhaps even thousands. I, along with Paseton and Archie, stumbled upon it during our swim. We inspected the island and found proof of an ancient civilization and no animals living there. When we ventured deeper, we found Miss [Name]. She was in a ruin, on top of a stone altar, and she wasn't conscious."

"Did you manage to get her out of there?" asked Cale, his suspicions and interest piqued at the situation Withira had faced. It was weird and unsettling how you were alive all this time, laying in a ruin within a floating island that he had never heard of.

"We were attacked before we could," Withira says.

"Attacked?" Cale repeated. The gears in his brain worked. Who could attack them? A floating island in the middle of the ocean. Could you have been saved? Or stranded on that island? Perhaps this was the place that foreign god promised you, as you've mentioned in your letter. Perhaps this was proof that your so-called death was perhaps just a tiny scheme within a great one if you needed to be on that island to the point your "rescuers" would be attacked the moment they touched you.

"Cale-nim," Withira says grimly. "The island... could possibly be alive. Sentient."

Cale rubbed his face a bit as he let the information sink in. He's racking his brain, trying to connect your letter and the information Withira had given him. An island that was sentient, but your letter claimed to hear voices. Even if an island was alive and sentient, whatever that meant, it couldn't possibly use telepathic communication with a clear target of who would be the receiver.

"The island floats, you say?" Cale asked.

Withira nodded. "Yes. Some of our whales are tailing the island as we speak. The island is able to grow long barks that attack, even underwater, so we must keep a safe distance away."

Cale looks at Withira's image on his screen, his hand covering his mouth as he thinks. His mind is jumbled and he's trying his best to think logically. Cage, Jack, and Hannah had been sure that whoever it is that had been communicating with you is a God. "Are there any signs of religion or worship that happened on that island before the civilization died out?"

Withira's eyes widened and by the looks of her expression, Cale only needed her to voice out the answer. Withira slowly nodded, "Y-yes... There were many sculptures of flowers propped on a pedestal all around the island. The ruin we have found Miss [Name] in resembled a great hall or even a place of worship."

"Flowers," Cale repeated, interested.

Withira nodded once more. "Yes, flowers. The barks around the island move like your power, Cale-nim. They are able to elongate and grew and shrink in size, and they have flowers all over the island that has the same shape as the flowers that were sculpted to represent their deity."

A deity within a floating island that controls trees and is represented by a flower, Cale made this mental note. "And the flowers. What do they look like?"

"They were..." Withira closed her eyes, recalling the flowers that grew in the island. It was a unique flower that she had never seen before. "They were purple, perhaps even a deep red, with white tips."

Withira's description made Cale straighten his posture. He recognized this flower. That was the flowers he dreamt of earlier when he woke up. Was this some kind of sign? A sign from you? Perhaps, even the world? Or was this to taunt him?

"Thank you, Miss Withira," Cale says, beginning to stand up. "We will come to your location within a few days time and request that your company lead us to this island."

Withira nodded, bowing her head slightly in respect. "We will be waiting for you."

The next few days were a frenzy for everyone.

Cale and his company were intensely researching a foreign god that was represented by a flower and associated with nature. There were plenty of minor gods that were associated with nature, so it was a large margin to work with. Cale had requested Alver to aid in their research as well, ordering a few scholars to work within the Duchy and the Palace library to find answers. They had enlisted several people in the neighboring Kingdoms and Eastern Continent as well to research, hoping for any sliver of solution.

When they eventually stumble upon a list of few possibilities, Cale and his company eventually went to one of the islands within the Whales' territory, seeing Withira already waiting for them along with Archie.

"You're here," Withira breathed out, the weight of anxiety on her shoulder lifting a bit upon seeing Cale and his company, their faces slightly anxious and hopeful.

"Have you gotten back to the island? How is [Name]?" Rosalyn asked almost immediately, anxiety laced within her voice. Withira gave the red-haired mage a solemn shake of her head, blue hair that resembled clear ocean waters swaying lightly. "Our men haven't been able to go near the island within a few meters. I've instructed them to safely tail the floating island from a safe distance."

Cale took note of Withira's words, recalling the information Withira had given them regarding the floating island's capabilities to ward off intruders by growing barks from below the floating sediment that it seemed to grow on. It caused any large underwater creatures unable to go near the island, protecting the soft base of the island to not break apart. He could assume you weren't regarded as a danger according to the island's "instincts" as you were able to enter and stay within the island. Or maybe you were brought by something or someone.

"So we wouldn't be able to reach the island safely," Cale says to Withira, who nodded as she jumped back to the waters and transformed to be her whale form.

"Please be on your guard the whole time we approach the island," Withira says as Cale and the others began to get on top of a ship tied to Archie's whale form. "The island is able to attack within a distance so this boat will most likely be destroyed while out in the middle of the ocean. You will have to fight your way into the island."

"And the island is sentient," Ron seems to remind Cale. "It seems even if we did get onto the island, we wouldn't be safe within it."

"That's right," Withira confirmed. "The island flourished in its flora, which could move and change shapes and sizes to attack and defend. Thankfully, the island lacked any fauna. Not even birds, so we can be sure it doesn't have control over mammals and such. That could be why there were no animals. Too hard to control."

Cale caressed the kittens' fur. "That's a good thing to know."

"I've never heard of a floating sentient island before," Rosalyn chimed in with a thoughtful look. "We've conducted a heavy research for a few days with some of the royal scholars and several from other countries, but found nothing."

"It is a popular folklore within our kingdom," Withira informed. "We all have heard of the stories of a floating island ever since we were mere calves. We've always been told to avoid it if we ever see it, though this is the first time I have seen it in my two hundred years of life."

"What does the folklore entail?" asked Choi Han with interest. Folklore of certain communities has always been an interesting thing to learn about and some always seemed to be mystical and unsettling.

Withira seemed to think for a moment, perhaps thinking back to her childhood. "That within the floating island lived a very sad man. He could not leave the island and had no friends. To avoid the feeling, he decided to sleep. Every time he woke up, he is devastated to know he still felt sad, so he would always go back to sleep every time he woke up. He slept, slept, and slept until he eventually falls into a deep slumber where no one could wake him up."

"It has been a story to scare young calves for sleeping too much and not training themselves," says Paseton. "We've only been told to stay away from the island to not rouse the man from sleeping and also because even our previous kings had been adamant on not approaching the island if not needed."

'Quite the lazy story,' Cale thought to himself, but he did have to admit the story was quite realistic. Sleeping and depression go hand-in-hand.

"Well, did you find a man there?" Cale asked. He wants to know whether or not the folklore had some truth in it.

"We found a corpse of one," Withira answered. "And we also found [Name], alive but not conscious."

"How long do you estimate the man has been dead?" asked Cale, a theory brewing in his mind.

"Long enough," Withira answered. "Maybe around two-three months."

The gears in Cale's brain seemed to click and agree upon a theory. That was around the time the ship you boarded sunk.

'Could it be...?'

Following a floating island meant following an object that's constantly moving. Withira suspects that it was capable to avoid being so close to any shores was due to the bark that was capable of growing on the base of the island, navigating it to tour the ocean non-stop.

It took them nearly five hours when they managed to get a glimpse of the island. A glimpse. The blue morning sky had turned into an orange canvas with splashes of red and purple when Cale and his companions saw the floating island. It was followed by a couple of Whales, the water splitting and rippling from the swish of their tails as they followed the island from a safe distance.

"How magnificent," Rosalyn breathed out in wonder as she lays her eyes upon the island.

The island was quite small, floating quietly on the deep ocean waters. The edges of the island were stones and large boulders, curling up inwards and resembling a roughly made stone bowl. It was green and flourishing, tall trees and long, multiple branches with many leaves. But the one thing that was eye-catching about the island was the tall tree in the middle of the island, looming the other trees so magnificently, to the point it looked like the island was the root of this big tree.

"Look at the bark of the main tree," Withira says to them all.

They all followed her words, inspecting the large tree and with its odd bark. The tree looked like it was made of multiple barks, twirled together and stretched until it was nearly as high as the skies. Multiple dianthus flowers, in color and sizes, grow on the tree along with its bark.

"The root of those twirling barks is where Miss [Name] is," Withira informed. "With the island being sentient, we cannot erase the possibility of the tree immediately closing in on her when your motives became clear."

"Your Highness," Archie suddenly says, pausing on splitting the waters. "It has noticed us."

"What?" Choi Han asked with wide eyes. "Their radar goes this far?"

"Everyone, please hang on!" Archie exclaimed, sounding alarmed, and Cale and the others immediately held onto the railings of the ship.

Archie bends his whale form so impossibly sharp, his jaws open and he bit down into the oncoming bark underwater. The bark seemed to go frantic, trying to thrash out from Archie's jaws. Multiple barks immediately shot out from underneath the floating island, spreading and targeting every Whale on its tail while keeping themselves underwater. The ship swished along with his movements as he's attempting to rip the bark and it took only moments before the ship capsized, upside down in the ocean.

Another killer whale came, trying to protect the ship they were on as Withira joined the defense, trying to ward off the oncoming barks. Cale made the wind gather into his feet and pushed himself further to support the others so they wouldn't drop to the ocean, spurting blood from his mouth.

"Cale-nim!" Choi Han exclaimed in worry. His voice caught the attention of others and they turned to him, all of them equally concerned.

"Human, don't push yourself!" Raon reminds him with glassy eyes while Cale set them all to the wet hull of the capsized ship, a temporary solution to their current problem. Cale was on his knees, coughing out some blood as his body worked to restore his energy.

"Young Master-nim," Ron says, kneeling next to Cale and offering him a handkerchief. Concern crossed his face with the way his eyebrows are slightly creased, the corner of his lips pulled into a displeased frown.

"This is your chance!" Withira exclaimed, smacking an attacking bark with such force that it immediately broke off and became a deadhead in the middle of the ocean. "We will clear the pathways. Get on my back and hang on tight. We will try to avoid the attacking barks."

"We will try to help," Choi Han says with a determined look.

"I'm fine," Cale says to Ron before the butler could help him stand up and help him to Withira's back.

Cale sat in the middle of Withira's back, hand on top of the scar on her form as he prepared himself. Ohn and Hong was tucked close to his chest, Cale holding them with one arm while Ron was beside him. Choi Han and Rosalyn stood in front of them, Rosalyn with her mana ready and with Raon floating by her side. Choi Han withdrew his sword and planted his feet on Withira's back. "Excuse us, Your Highness."

"Are you ready?" Withira asked them, her voice sounding tense.

"Yes," Cale responds.

Withira split the water when she swam, evading the barks and while her men fought off any barks that dared to attack her. Some barks shot out from the water to knock down those standing on her back, but Choi Han immediately sliced them off with his sword and Rosalyn and Raon would protect them by conjuring a shield. Sometimes a killer whale would jump out from the water to stop the barks and lighten the work for them.

'They're trying their hardest to protect the island,' Cale thought as he watched how the barks had begun to focus more on Withira as she's the only one approaching the island right now.

"Shit-!" Rosalyn conjured up a bigger shield when a killer whale was thrown their way, thrashing in the air and then letting out a wail when it hit Rosalyn's shield. Her shield shook and flickered at the impact but Raon's shield immediately covered it.

"Crazy!" Withira exclaimed, watching as the barks began to chase for her Whales, thick barks wrapped around them and then rising from under the water before throwing the killer whales like toys at them. With more protection, the island began to earn more things to throw at her. "Back down!"

The Whales immediately followed her roar, backing down and avoiding the barks. Withira swam further, mustering all her capabilities into this one swim and the water split as if a high-speed ship with a sharp keel had swam through them, approaching the island quickly. Raon and Rosalyn put more effort into their shields as the barks began to attack them straight on above the water and Choi Han took every chance to slice them off.

"Urgh-!" Withira was suddenly set back as two thick barks quickly shot out and pushed her. The inertia caused the group to nearly got thrown into the dangerous waters but Cale immediately gathered all of his powers and gathered wind into their feet, carrying them up into the air and quickly controlling the wind to bring them into the island.

"Thank you, Your Highness!" Cale exclaimed, trying to make them all land safely inside the island, behind the curling boulders. He ended up throwing them to the dirt a bit haphazardly, but the skilled people he was with managed to land on their feet.

Withira and the Whales swam back, watching from afar. The barks immediately backed down as well and gathered back underneath the floating island's foundation underwater. Withira could feel the two spots on her belly where the barks had pushed her, knowing she will have a hard time swimming for a while if not healed properly. She turned to her Whales, "Is everyone okay?"

As Withira checked on her Whales, Cale and the others looked around the island. Cale had known of floating islands, most were artificial for different purposes, and natural floating islands couldn't get too big. But this one? It was magnificent. The earth was solid and the trees that grew on the island stood tall and loomed over them like giants, dense and slightly unsettling.

"To be able to grow this tall and big..." Cale began, his voice fascinated. These trees were able to grow and flourish for nearly more than a millennium, and as he inspected them closer, he saw no damage done to the trees that could be caused by the constant exposure to salt-laden ocean spray. Typically, when trees grow so close to the ocean, the salt in the air can accumulate on leaves and stems, causing salt burn on plant tissues. Salt burns can disrupt the normal functioning of leaves, leading to reduced photosynthesis and overall stress on the tree.

The leaves on the trees don't even have any hint of yellowing or browning. It grows healthily despite growing so close to the ocean. In areas with high salt exposure, the soil can become saline due to the accumulation of salts from the ocean and it should have stunted the trees' growth, but these trees stood tall and strong for so many years.

Cale touched the curling boulders that seemed to be protecting the island from having any stranded people or ships. The way it curled inwards made the island look like a giant bowl, and it could have been the thing that had been protecting the trees from too much ocean spray, as the curling boulders stood taller than Toonka seemed to be.

"I'm surprised the trees on this island aren't attacking us," Rosalyn commented, looking warily around the area.

"I thought the island is sentient?" Ohn questioned, pawing lightly at one of the roots of a tree with Hong beside her. In her mind (along with the rest of theirs), the island should have been more aggressive the moment they stepped into the island's dirt.

"Keep your guard up," Cale says with a frown. "Her Highness told us [Name] is at the center of the island, underneath the roots of the main tree."

They all turned their heads to look up at the looming tall tree that stood in the middle of the island, so tall that Cale was sure if he went up there, he would be cold and have a hard time breathing. Cale turned to look at the dense forest in front of them, seeing how there were cobblestone paths laid within the dirt as steps, mold growing on them and many were cracked. He turned to Raon, "Raon, do you think you can see the path to the main tree if you fly high enough?"

Raon offered Cale a smile. "Of course! I am the mighty Raon Miru!"

"Good," Cale says with a smile, gently patting the dragon's head before Raon flew up high enough until he could map out the area. He turned to them, calling out, "Human, follow me! I can see the root of that big tree!"

"Let us go," Cale says, walking forward and entering the dense forest, his companions following him from behind with their guards up.

As they walked deeper into the forest, more proof of a past civilization began appearing. The cobblestones were spread in the dirt like a path of a no-transport city, several cobblestones, clay, and wood lay on the ground on what they all assumed must be the homes of the people who used to live there, nature taking over the buildings and have broken them down back into their natural states. Some roots of trees were so big and thick that it was hard to not see and trip on one of them. There were several pedestals of boulders that had been carved into the shape of a dianthus flower, which oddly seemed to be the native flower within the island.

An ancient civilization couldn't be wiped out of existence so quickly like this. It would need some kind of draught or perhaps a drop in the humidity, but the trees flourish here and it would certainly provide enough food for them. Perhaps even a tsunami or an erupting volcano wiped them all out, but the ruins within the island showed that there was no eruption and no tsunamis. The floating island wasn't connected to any tectonic plates so it wouldn't be able to even experience an actual earthquake. The curling boulders by the shore would prevent anyone from leaving, so they couldn't have migrated.

"C-Cale-nim," Choi Han stammered, face averted from Cale and looking down at a lowland from where they were.

"What is it, Choi Han?" asked Rosalyn, following his gaze and her face also paled.

Cale approached them both and looked at where they were looking at. It was a graveyard site that stretched over fifty by fifty meters. Typically a graveyard site wouldn't make one freeze in place, but in front of them was a graveyard site that had all of its graves dug out, graveyard dirt tossed to the side and from their place on an elevated spot, Cale could see that there were no bodies within the graves.

"They all look freshly dug," Ron says quietly. If the graves were dug out a long time ago, the piled-up soil nearby wouldn't be looser and less compacted than the surrounding ground.

'Are we going to fight the undead?' Cale thought to himself, bewildered. He then discarded his thoughts the moment he noticed the dug-out soil didn't look like it was removed from inside the grave.

"Let's hurry," Cale says, anxiety crawling up his spine. He bends down a bit, gently pushing the kittens to face away from the graveyard site. "Follow Raon. We need to find [Name] first."

Choi Han forced himself to look away and continued walking. He couldn't imagine having his loved ones' graves disturbed in such a degrading way like that. Rosalyn pats his back, urging him to walk forward and follow Raon who was waving at them, blissfully ignorant of the reason for their sudden stop as he had flown a bit further.

"Human! I found the roots!" Raon announced with a slight grimace. "And it stinks!"

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short-black-diamond · 9 months

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I'M BACK AGAIN WITH MY EXPLANATIONSSS

OK OK SOO

For the thing with the elijah x buff fem reader, I rather wait and see like it's a surprise!! Your writing is very kewl and I want to surprise myself too🫶🫶

Cale Henituse is actually from a manhwa! The manhwa is kinda similar tged but still very different. It's very fun to read it especially for the MC, Cale!! Manhwa is called Trash of the count's family

And last for the tged x male reader, I wan it to be new! Something like that because like I said for the Elijah thing, I rather wait to see what you have in stored for chapter 3🤩🤩 Like the tged x male reader can be uhh the reader who is also a knight for Lloyd or like the estate's gardener?? Ye🫶

That's allll love u, be safe and reminder to go do healthy things >:D

- 🍰nom

my precious cake, worrying about me...I truly don't deserve you...😭

I'll do as you say, but only if you take care of yourself as well love!!!

About that Cale guy, I can't find the webtoon. But is it on webtoon? Or maybe tappytoon? I dunno where to find it...can you maybe send me a link? Or describe me the situation and the character of him? Then I'd be able to write something for you!

otherwise I'll keep writing the Elijah x reader. The tged x male reader will have to wait a little, but I hope I can bring you the stories before this week ends.

Your short diamond <333

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alhaithamhabibi · 1 year

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( PART 3!!! i'll admit it's more of a filler chapter with just wedding night details happening. since i cannot write smut to save my life, the content is more indirect rather than explicit. as always, it's unedited so pls ignore my typos and incorrect grammar. hope you enjoy it tho! )

it's universal knowledge that wedding night should be a couple's highlight of their marriage, their union, or luckily enough, their love for each other. it simply meant the couple had finally intimately bonded with each other. and it was usually witnessed by the couple's family, friends, or even their neighbors back then. though that certain tradition has been out of practice nowadays which did soothe your nerves a bit.

if you haven't witnessed your husband killing someone in front of you, perhaps it would've been easier to settle the anxiety knotting in your stomach. those cold crimson eyes, the bloodied sword, and the fear trapping you in one place had certainly given you a lesson to learn and a harsh wake of reality. in which you believed that reliving this life must be been some sort of fantasy and that you truly had gone crazy. but it's not and you really are here.

at the agriche mansion once again. in your personal bathroom, taking a much needed bath before you're escorted to dion's room. after the unannounced beheading, the dark-haired man only dragged you away from the mess and to the personal quarters where he and you will be residing. you had known the nooks and hallways so at least you won't get lost again. but the tightening hold on your wrist had you more concentrated on the pain rather than the gloomy scenery. and your husband, ever so kindly, didn't slow down his walking either before shoving to an open door where the maids were waiting for you.

it's more of a nightmare rather than a dream, you thought to yourself as you leaned your head on the back of the bathtub railings, eyes closed. perhaps you were still slumbering, unwilling to wake up? but then what? will you not wake up in your life again? failing to take your own life even? you would be back in your past life, constantly humiliated and your precious child gone...

quiet footsteps making your way quickly opened your eyes only to see your personal maid along with the two agriche maids trembling slightly before you. the young master believes you were taking too long, one of the maids explained as the others helped you out of the tub and into your attire. which now looked utterly ridiculous as you warily eyed the small piece of fabric. you could only scream at your past self for doing this to you. take that away, you shooed the outfit with a heavy sigh, i might as well wear the robe since clothing will be taken off anyway.

despite their initial protests you, you let the agriche servants out and kept your personal maid, iristyia, with you. all she had to do is make sure you look...desirable, you suppose with the scents, make up and all of that. at very least, you know iristyia wouldn't betray you since you both need up together. in fact, it was her who shared your pain and grief when the mistress appeared. and she was undoubtedly loyal in your last life till she was killed by the agriche monsters. you'll protect her this time. just before you left you whispered something to her and despite the shock on her face, she dutifully agreed. with that, you walked through the doors and stepped into the bedroom.

wedding night is unavoidable, you knew that. it's just that...you hoped it went quickly as possible. at least, you know what to do now as you head straight to the table and sat down on the chair. there was some wine on the table and you hoped to the higher beings it was enough that you would only remember this night as hazy as possible. you have not even glance at dion who has been eyeing you with a predatory graze since you walked into the room. you knew better than to talk right now.

in fact, you decided to take the scenery before you. the beams of moonlight had somehow made it's way in the candlelit room. the open balcony doors let the warm breeze in, gently swaying in the curtains. the rose petals on the bed, where your husband sat, were illuminated by the candles nearby. it was almost romantic the way the room was set in the mood. however, you knew better than to believe that.

so you went to drink instead. one glass filled, the second one filled once more, and then another and another and another until the bottle was nearly empty. till you felt yourself half drunk. your alcohol tolerance wasn't the strongest but it wasn't the weakest at least. and that's good enough for you.

let's get this over with, you mumbled and sauntered, albeit clumsy, up to dion who hadn't even moved from his initial spot in the bed. taking his face into your hands, your lips crashes onto his pale ones. it was just as you remembered it. despite not being with anyone before, he had much experience in this. before you were so shy and nervous, but whatever your lovesick mind created, you were led to believe it was dion who liked you in this way.

littering your neck with aggressive kisses, you know there were gonna be hickies and bruises. fiddling with the robe belt as dion was unable to take out the knot, his only solution was to rip up the robe as he hungrily took in your bare body. as he flipped you beneath him, you could tightening in his pants as it made itself known on your thighs. oh. you forgot to take note of dion's... stamina. quick as you wanted this to be over with, he had other plans it seems as he hastily took off his last piece of clothing.

and those plans took hours as you were certain it was past midnight. your body tired but he never stopped to give you rest. he was always the type to please himself, you thought to yourself as you held on to him. your throat was sore enough from the noises you made before so now you were reduced to the lewd moans and the sharp intakes of gasps that were let out. your poor legs wrapped around dion's waist he kept pounding you relentlessly, you were certain you wouldn't be able to walk properly tomorrow. and your arms holding on to his broad shoulders, to which your delight, you were able to scratch hard enough for him to bleed. petty it was but it gave you enough satisfaction that you made him bleed.

and just when dion thought he finally satisfied himself for the night, you pushed him down and settled right on top of him much to his shock. as you kept moving up and down despite your exhausted state, you found it to be worth it as you kept riding him. perhaps you were too tired to hold it back but you couldn't help but let the tears overflow as you reach closer to your final high. in his sick satisfaction, he reached to place his thumb over your cheek to wipe the tear away. but instead of wiping it, he licked it instead much to your disgust. your tears weren't even worth for him.

just before you could feel the knot come undone for you and him, you cupped his cheek with one hand while supporting yourself with the other hand. your glassy eyes meeting his intrigued crimson ones.

husband, you murmured leaning down for either pair of lips brushing against each other, let this be a reminder that i will never let you go. you'll forever stay within my grasp, unable to escape me.

154 notes - Posted October 17, 2022

( part four!! once again, excuse my typos and grammar. also sorry for the angst in the beginning lolnotsorry )

it was simultaneously quiet and loud at once. and yet you could still hear it. the labored breathing, the erratic beating of the heart, the anxiety twisting in your stomach. it was as if you were frozen in fear once more. but how could you not? when your husband's sword was aimed at his child, your beloved child. specifically, the weapon was aimed at their chest where the heart stayed. and you wanted to move but you just couldn't. ( it was terrifying how dion still had a hold on you even then. )

and you didn't want to believe that your husband would do this. no! he loved them, didn't he? he would never betray you like this, he would never betray his family. but your child terrified expression at their father had grounded you back to reality.

mama, your child wept as their body began to tremble, i'm sorry i couldn't pass the exam and become a true agriche. how badly you wanted to scoop your child into your arms and hold them tightly, telling them it wasn't their fault. that it was yours. you were stupid and naive. it was never their fault. and that you loved them the way they are and that would never change. ( you wished you said those words out loud to your child. why didn't you? )

dion, please, you begged as your voice cracked, this is our child. please don't do this. don't do this to me. if you had to kiss his shoes and deal with that wretched woman just for your child to be safe, you would take it in a heartbeat. but no choices were allowed here. and you knew it. but you had hoped that something that there was something that would make him realize his actions and prevent him from causing harm to one of his own.

but it was stupid to think that he was a man capable of feelings. i do not need weak children, he responded with an empty tone. was that indifference laced with it? but he pulled back his sword and you felt relief wash over you as you began to make your way toward them. how unfortunate it was brief emotion.

his cold red eyes were still unrelenting as they merely glanced at you before piercing the sword through your child's chest and pulling it out. their pained screams mixed along with yours as you rush to them. you held your hand over their chest as you desperately tried to stop the fatal bleeding. you screamed for help but no one came. by then, dion had left you and your child alone in the room. you didn't notice until it was too late. but you focused on your child, unable to do anything but be with them.

you kissed their forehead clumsily and held them so close to you, muttering the words of infinite love for them and that you are here. even as the blood gets on your nightgown and your exposed skin. you never left your child's side. your tears unshed but you refused to cry. you couldn't show that side to them in their last moments.

mama, your child whispered, coughing up some blood that you tried to wipe away, thank you for staying by my side. a lump made its way up to your throat and you couldn't help but let out an agonizing sob. please don't leave me, you thought as you intertwined their fingers with yours. and as you watched the light fade from your child's eyes and closed them for the last time, you were all alone.

it was your maid's voice who snapped you back to reality. for a moment, you had forgotten what had happened yesterday. but the vivid memories came back and you closed your eyes once again. you remembered your purpose in this second life. and you opened your eyes, clear with clarity. retribution for the pain you and your child were out through in this miserable house.

as you reached out to your maid, she gave you the drink that you needed and gulped it down. you will never put your child through that again. no child should ever go through that. ( you hoped that they were happier in their next life, though, with parents who loved and cherished them as parents should. )

as you stood up, you winced at the pain around your lower half and legs and had your maid steady you. you couldn't help but curse at dion for having such strength and stamina to mobilize you like this. you were still naked but you felt no shame for it was only you and your personal maid. you had noticed dion had left the bed long before you woke, as his side of the bed was cold. probably out on a mission or some sort.

besides, this was the perfect time for you to start on your agenda. it may take a while but it will be worth it. and no one should bother you today, right? wrong.

it was only after you finished taking a bath and were in the process of getting ready that the door swung open by a beautiful violet-eyed brunette. your blood ran cold at the sight of her you remembered her face with perfect detail. after all, she was partially responsible for the hardships she put you through.

oh dear, she's quite stunning, she proclaimed loudly, gazing at you as if you were some kind of animal, no wonder she took the first dance with that half brother instead of him. a shame i wasn't there to witness such a sight.

quickly, you bowed down to her, hoping she wouldn't see the anxiety written all over your face. last time you checked, she hadn't barged into your room like this after the wedding night. only an invitation was handed out by one of her maids...and the other tormenting memories associated with your mother-in-law.

you haven't even noticed that she was asking a question until your maid stepped in front of you and answered it. no! you snapped your head up and saw the maniac glint in her eyes as she snapped her fan in front of her. you won't let your maid have the same ending this time.

so you pushed her and yourself out of the way, a brief flash of pain on your cheek as turned your head the other way. you paid no mind to the surprised gasps from the maids and the concerned words of your maid. only that you stood up slowly until your back was straight and your gaze set as steel at the woman before you. her eyes gleamed with such madness and amusement, which had only fueled your determination even more.

i may have entered the black agriche yesterday, your voice is clear and strong unlike your thoughts, but i will not have the people here touch what are mine as they please.

perhaps in the future, you will scold yourself for being such an idiot and making this move, no less at your mother-in-law. but right now, you refuse to be a weak person who's unable to protect your loved ones. ( you couldn't protect your child back then. ) you will not let yourself act as you did before and accept the humiliation for you.

for a moment, you remembered that red-eyed woman's words. the promise of hell that awaits them all. that's right. it doesn't matter how you act anymore. you will be the one to drag them to hell in the end.

my, what a strong character, maria gushed as she took both of your hands with hers much to your shock, though no one can compare to my sierra, you would be just lovely!

and just like that, it disappeared as if she went on talking about her tea parties and meeting the family as she pulled you out of her bedroom. you couldn't help but let yourself be dragged by her, still surprised. well... this wasn't the way you expected this to go but you were able to overcome this.

as your destination grew closer, you could feel the anxiety knot in your stomach. oh, you could deal with her barging in your room but you didn't have time to prep yourself for the tea party. this wasn't going to end well.

the tea party will be much more exciting with you here, my dear, maria giggled as she motioned the servants to open the doors to the garden greenhouse. no, you thought to yourself, this is gonna be a disaster.

172 notes - Posted October 28, 2022

( the continuation... yeah i know ineed a better title. It's mainly unedited and turns out my dialogue needs a little work but i'm excited to improve on it for this series. i do plan to come back in the near future and actually work on it in more detail! so once again, take you for your kind words and encouragement to keep me writing more! )

as the wedding procession began and the rings were exchanged, he still had that rigid face and cold manners. he didn't even look at you. and it disgusted you that you fell in love with him in your past life. there was nothing left to redeem him. and it made it much easier for you.

so you played the dutiful bride during the vows, even as you briefly pecked his lips and looked at the cheerful crowd with a charming smile. you still had some dignity left. and you know dion didn't like what you did base on his subtle expressions.

and as the reception party was held, you could feel all eyes on you and dion. some of his family and yours, coming to congratulate and gush about how you both make such a perfect pair. they may smile now and throw around such pretty words but you knew very that in the end, it was they who contributed to your ending. how revolting, you thought smiling so sweetly as you silently took in their empty praises, i'll certainly look forward to their deaths.

in the corner of your eyes, you noticed the head of the agriche household striding arrogantly towards you and dion. your heart clenched as you remember the words of the patriarch when you begged him to save your son, who was all but dying in your arms. tsk, to think that you stepped into this household foolishly without knowing its rules, he lit up a cigarette with a scowl as you desperately tried to stop the bleeding wounds on your child's body, i could see why he took that woman into his bed. she'll be a better wife than you, giving birth to stronger children worthy of the name agriche than this pathetic excuse of a human.

you forced yourself out of those haunting memories and bowed down as lante stopped in front of you and your husband. he didn't even acknowledge you, not to your and anyone's surprise. with merely just a look shared between both men, they left for the other room and you couldn't help but let out a soft sigh of relief. you need to get used to it but it was rather suffocating in their presence. distinctly, you could the music begin to play.

if you remembered the events correctly, lante was to leave right after his talk with dion. however dion also left you alone without a word to you, leaving you to handle a crowd of hungry predators wanting to devour scandalous gossip.

and if that's what they wanted, you eyed as one of dion's older brothers made his way toward you, you should deliver it well. unlike your last wedding, you will not let yourself be forgotten. you will not be know as dion's neglected wife. let them remember your name since it will be you who will drag them to hell.

you accepted the first dance from his nameless easily forgettable brother, as you took his hand. if it wasn't before, now all eyes are on you. after all, you just ignored the tradition of the husband and wife's first dance by dancing with his brother instead. and it seems the male in front of you also had his agenda as he smirked cockily behind you.

you don't have to turn around to know who it was. especially when it felt like your back was being burned through. hm, you were sure he left around this time, you were puzzled by a certain change, but still, you took advantage of it as you smiled oh so innocently at him as you were twirled around.

it's your fault, husband, you subtly pushed yourself closer to his brother, i'm just returning you the favor. in the past, you loathed the whispers around you. but now, it felt like angels harmonizing beautifully. it's still aimed at you but now you could hear dion's name being dragged out right behind yours. whether it was about another rival in the family or the way he left his wife temporarily only to be snatched up, he'll have to deal with this himself.

and you know dion was certainly fuming internally. he expected a wife who would listen to him and never create a fuss. but you'll never be like that girl again.

finally, the song finished to your relief. just as you were about to leave, your dance partner dared to bring your hand onto his lips. great, now you were gonna have to take an extra long bath after this, you groaned internally, who let men have the audacity to do this? and it happened all too quickly.

the sound of a sword being unsheathed next to you, the blood staining your hands and your wedding dress, and a head rolling away somewhere. distantly, you could hear the guest's fearful screams and someone throwing up the contents of their stomach. it was chaos all around you and yet, you couldn't move an inch. your eyes still staring at the spot your dance partner formerly stood. and now there was merely a headless body.

and the very same man who had just sliced off the head cleanly had only calmly walked over the body, just in front of you. you couldn't look at him as fear forced your body to stay still.

my wife, dion placed his first two fingers on your chin so that you may look up to him. yet even then, you refused to as you looked past his shoulder. your eyes on the ceiling with such an empty gaze, refusing to satisfy him. let this be a warning of the consequences if you keep continuing these sorts of actions.

his words only added gasoline to the burning flames for hatred and revenge.

264 notes - Posted October 14, 2022

credits to @d10nsaint ( literally. she's so creative and will not hesitate to slam you down your problematic faves in front of you <333 )

imagine being dion's wife, loving him even though you know it was hopeless to wish, but in such a lonely household where anyone and everyone can become enemies within seconds you have no choice but to rely on him. as long as he was loyal to you, you gave him your love and utter devotion. even after you had a child with him, it just doubled even more. it was proof that he cared for you to some extent, your optimism explained. he must've loved you in his way and this was his proof. he wasn't raised in a good environment, you noted, but you can help him. if you showed him love, then perhaps he can be healed and love you back.

until that night. you were waiting for him as any obedient wife would. dressed in a robe with nothing underneath. perhaps it's time to give your child another sibling, you couldn't help but think this morning. but the moment he arrived you could see the disheveled clothes, the messy hair, and the way he walked. and oh suddenly you could smell that strange scent on him, no...it was perfume. so strong you couldn't help but cringe. and why...why was there a colored smudge around his neck? his pale lips seem to be redder than before. and that jewel hanging off from his lapel...as of it was taunting you.

you know it deep in your heart but you refused to believe it. you just couldn't and you demanded an explanation of where he was hours ago. but when his crimson eyes stared at you, no...glared at you. so intense, perhaps the most emotion you seen him displayed. so you shut your mouth quickly and headed to bed.

and soon what you thought would be a one-night thing slowly became an every night thing. and everyone knew it. they knew of his mistress especially when he bought her there. and gods, it was utterly humiliating and you became the mockery of the very household. it was breaking you, tearing you down but you were so sure he loved you. so you kept your head high, for your child ( who looked exactly like dion ), and did your best to keep your dwindling reputation up.

till you couldn't. seeing your beloved child die in their father's hands because they were unable to pass the special exam took a toll on your health and you were so very weak. because how could he? how could he do this to his child? you? to their family?

finally, seeing the mistress and dion in your shared bedroom, committing the deed had done it. you grabbed dion's blade and held it against your throat, screaming why didn't he love you? what did you lack? how could he betray you like this? but with his expresionless face, coldly replying that you shouldn't make a scene since you were gonna die anyway. and that last sanity broke loose. you were truly an idiot who could only look through rose tinted glasses. it had already been over, you thought as you slit your lovely throat and swore to never love him again...

so imagine the shock and utter disbelief when you woke up in your family home. and it wasn't any normal day. it was the day your fate was sealed. the day you wed to dion agriche. a part of you wanted to run and never look back. but your child's pleas and crying were still fresh in your memory. your pain and suffering all because of that wretched man. as your maids prepped you up in your luxurious wedding gown, you knew there was only one option you could choose.

you will exact your revenge on dion agriche and bring down that damn household.

( might make a part two?? depends since there's so many routes this can go to! )

441 notes - Posted October 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Um, hellooo! I saw you up requests and I wanted to give a try but feel free to reject this. May I ask for a reader who isekai'd in the way to protect the female lead's older brother long before roxana was born. The reader mother is a nanny(do they allow that?? idk) of lante when he was younger so reader and him sorta grew up together. And then when he became the head, he had the reader became his kids nanny/caretaker and as one of his righthand. Pls and ty!

ᴍᴇᴇɴᴀ ɴᴏᴛᴇs : hiii darling! no clue what lante's background was other than he overruled his father so this is my speculation of it. i may or may have not gotten carried away by the reader's backstory that i may or may have not create another post for it 👀 also this somehow became an alternate universe somewhere around the end oops -

part two is here

𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐊𝐀𝐈'𝐃!𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐘!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

❥ so you isekai'd in the way to protect the female lead's older brother's world long before the story started? congratulations! and you even became the daughter of the female lead's father nanny? good luck trying to survive.

❥ somehow, you managed to survive up to your late twenties as LANTE AGRICHE trusted servant and closest confidante. which was shocking, to say the least. but you know deep down, he held some sort of genuine affection for your mother since his mother passed away.

❥ and you two had grown up together despite being in different worlds from each other. even after your mother's death, he kept you around as he killed his father and took the position of the head of agriche. even as he changed for the worse, you remained by his side.

❥ whether it was out of obligation or sincerity, you no longer knew why you stayed beside him. but you know why he wanted you. after all, your mother made her mark on him and so did you. people found it odd that he didn't try to marry you just to keep you by his side since it was more effective. but you both knew better than that.

❥ it was the consequences of your actions, you thought to yourself, as he burned your marriage requests in the fireplace. anything that allowed relationships beyond his family, his household, and especially himself was an absolute no. but that's fine. who needs friendship and love anyway?

❥ besides, as he began to collect his wives and mistresses ( much to your disdain ), you knew the story was gonna start soon. and despite knowing the end for this household, you still wanted to change a few things. and what better way to start as lante made you the official nanny of his children.

❥ FONTAINE was an eight-year-old child when you first met him. to make his father proud. at first, he wasn't quite fond of you as you took most of his father's time but eventually, he liked the maternal affection you gave to him. he felt entitled to have your time. in return, you made sure he kept at least some of his morals growing up. you unfortunately weren't able to stop the rebelliousness growing in him and could only hope he would make wise decisions. ( yes, you made sure to tell him the deficits of incestuous relationships and frightened him enough that he would see his female siblings as competition which is progress at least. )

❥ GRIZELDA was only a toddler when she first approached you about a book you were reading during your time off. you knew she was the only agriche to have magic so the pressure on her was high. when all was against her, you were right by her side to hold her steady. that and you two had bonded over books together. as she was young, it was you who tucked her into bed and told her stories and tales you knew from your past life and current. even as she grew older, she loved hearing interesting stories that came from you. you always made time for her even when you were busy with taking care of lante's work and the children. always reminding you to take care of yourself as well.

❥ ASHIL was only a year old when you met him. sierra was a wonderful and sane woman so you often visited her. ashil reminded you of a golden retriever and you became fond of him instantly. he always asked for your help and was ready to help you if you had any problems. the day you knew ashil failed the exam, you beg to lante to give spare ashil so you may take him as your own. because of your shared past, he reluctantly did so. it was the only way for him to live safely even if it meant taking him from his mother and sister. though the mother-sister duo thanked you profusely. especially as ashil pledged to protect you along with those he considered as his family. even as he grew stronger and older, he kept true to himself.

❥ DION was also a baby when you first carried him in your arms after maria's birth. while she complained about the baby's looks and disappointment, you saw another baby to love and cherish. lante and maria's parenting only got worse so you took matters in your hands and had him stay with you and ashil. he was quite a curious and mischievous boy, always finding trouble to drag his older brother with him. luckily, ashil had infinite patience as an elder sibling and always pulled back dion when necessary. it was also rather cute to see dion and roxana fight over who gets more ashil and your time. the older dion grew, he began to resemble more of his father which worried you. but when he smiled that playful smile at you and his close siblings, the anxiety vanished as you returned the smile.

❥ ROXANA was unsure about you when she first saw you. she hadn't remembered you being mentioned in the novel along with the evident changes. you were an unpredictable variable so she was cautious around you. it took some time but after saving ashil, she viewed you as an angel descended from the heavens to protect them. and she let you into her small circle and her heart. eventually, you told her of your past life which shocked her. so that explains everything! but she felt the comfort of another person in her situation just as she did and swore to protect you as well. despite your warnings, she still went ahead with the butterfly project knowing it could shorten her life. so you made sure to take care of her despite her pouts to relieve your, ashil, and sierra's worries. and cassis came along as the story unfold, he could see how important you were to the children of agriche. you liked to tease roxana and him often after he escaped.

❥ JEREMY was clingy and touch-starved when he first met you as a young child. he had just returned from his brutal class with a harsh wound, unable to hold back his whimpers. you found him there and gathered him into your arms to your room so that you could heal his wounds. his mother didn't even see and he watched her commit suicide with his own eyes as she refused to interact with him. since then, he has been attached to you by the hip. you were his mother. that was what he called you, openly especially since the others addressed you as either aunty or nanny. you were one of the few people who could stop jeremy from his violent tendencies with a word or a touch. he didn't want to scare his mother after all.

❥ CHARLOTTE was easily attached to you as she had a rocky relationship with her mother. you were more of her mother than her mother and she loved it when you praised her. it was a competition again between her and jeremy which gave you enough headaches as you recalled the rivalry between dion and roxana before. history had a way of repeating itself. still, like jeremy, you had a way of calming her down. with her hothead and brash personality, you helped her try to control it so she wouldn't get into any more trouble with lante and her mother. she loves it especially when you call her by her nickname 'lotte' since it was her first nickname she received.

❥ though all the agriche kids were raised as they were, you became their moral support and someone they genuinely care for. it was you who put yourself between lante and themselves when they were punished. and if you couldn't stop it, you always attended to their wounds and stayed with them for the night, as they rest on the couch. how could they not love you?

❥ even lante couldn't do anything as he found it a good reason to keep you in the agriche mansion. which was his biggest mistake. even as his top children began to plot against their father, you also went along with it as their spy. after all, lante was no longer the boy you grew up with and you had to open up your eyes. and if he had to be disposed off so that you could protect the children, so be it.

❥ after the night the agriche household fell, it was you placed the final blow on lante. and you had to witness fontaine demise from cassis's sword, though some small part of you mourned for that eight year old boy you knew long ago. and as roxana's health declined, you sent her to cassis in hopes that there was a possibility she could be healed.

❥ you were named as the matriarch of the black agriche, a title placed by the children you cared for. and quickly enough due to your past experience as lante trusted associate, you began to help raise the agriche from the ground and to a hopeful and brighter future. so you decided to burn agriche mansion to the ground and make it a new and better mansion.

❥ for a future where your children could make better memories in the new home you created for them. even as some of them stayed by your side or went on traveling around, you always made sure that they would have a home to come back to. but to them, you were their home. you accepted all of them as they are and cherished you for it. they would burn the world down if you asked them to.

448 notes - Posted November 4, 2022

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To Love You

— pairing » Cale Henituse x M! Reader

— summary » Cale loves his Vice Commander. Even if sometimes he just wants to curse him and smack the living shit out of him.

— genre » fluff. Yes, it’s fluff. Dw there’s no angst. Crack ig?

— warnings » no angst. Yep. Cursing/swearing. That’s all I think?

— note » the last part is inspired by @calehenituse-brainrot’s chapter ‘Pickup lines’

“Caaaaalllleeee~” He could hear him sing his name as his voice bounced off the walls. A small smile bloomed on his face before going back to his usual stoic act, “Here.” He beckoned.

A Cheshire grin crawled up on his face as Cale could see his bright eyes shine with glee, “I found Sayeru~” There was a bounce on his steps as he approached him, clapping his hands in excitement. And Cale, unknowingly let out a gentle soft smile, “You did?”

“Mhm!” There was a coy smile painted on his lips as his eyes went up In mischief, “So..” he drawls, and Cale can’t help but let a shiver run up his spine, “Can I play with him?”

“You’re vicious.” Was his only reply.

But when he loves me..

“Cale, have I ever told you how much I absolutely adore you?”

“Yes. You’ve said it countless of times it’s ridiculous.”

“But it’s the truth.” He had his cheshire grin as his eyes glints mischievously— it was his same usual look said with his same playful tone and yet Cale can’t help but fall deeper.

“Stop playing.” Cale sighed, rubbing his temple as he ignored his blush, trying hard to fuel it down as he knew that the man was only joking, playing like how he is.

Cale ignored the slight throb in his heart.

I feel like I’m floating..

“You’re so pretty and handsome it fucking hurts.”

“Stop it.” Cale sternly said, daring not to face him in fear that he’d see or maybe even hear his racing heartbeat that he knew his butler—Ron Molan hears based on the amused smile he has as he dressed him.

“What?” An offended look crossed his face as he pouts, “I can’t compliment my Commander?”

Cale gulps at the fluttering feeling it brought in his chest at the word ‘my’. Albeit despite his reply Cale ignored him. As usual when he plays.

The click of a door was heard, Ron left as soon as he was done dressing Cale, his amused smile never leaving as he shakes his head before leaving.

Silence covered the room before he opened his mouth again, Cale sighed. Preparing to ignore the male once again but-

“I mean it.” His tone was genuine, as a rare gentle smile painted his features. Cale—once again, he can’t count the times—felt his breathe hitch. Looking at him through the mirror and their eyes met, Cale for a brief second let his eyes wander his form.

A smug smile almost showed on Cale’s face, pride beaming at his chest. Looking at his form through the mirror, Cale let his eyes feast on the male. Scanning his white outfit with black linings—in partner with his own, Cale’s wearing a black outfit with white linings—both of theirs look similar to the military Commander and Vice Commander they wore before. But although black is their color, his Vice Commander was the only different.

He wore a white vice commander uniform, similar to Cale yet it wasn’t. His was more regal, more refined, more royalty. His leaned more on the fancy designs while Cale’s military commander uniform was more simple, more elegant, enough to authorise who he is.

Put the two of them side by side, and one wouldn’t believe it yet be in awe of their difference.

The people might call Alberu Crossman and Cale Henituse the Sun and Moon of the Roan Empire,

But everyone knows its him—his vice commander who’s the Sun and Cale the Moon.

Everyone—anyone, who have seen the two together on the same battlefield would agree without a doubt.

Cale let a feeling bloom on his chest at their—dare he say—couple outfit. It was similar to the military uniform they wore back then, but this time it screamed of power. Each of their outfit had their usual royalty scheme as gold linings as well as jewelries decorated the top.

Cale can’t help but love the difference.

When he calls me pretty, I feel like somebody

“You are genuinely attractive, Cale.”

And Cale snapped back to the present, feeling—uncontrollably his blush rising to his cheeks. His face was as red as his hair, which was tied up in a low ponytail courtesy of the former vice commander who tied it with a white lace—Cale loves it.

Cale gulped harshly, straying his eyes anywhere but his, not knowing how to respond despite knowing that this wasn’t the first time he had done this— this wasn’t the first time the former vice commander had complimented him, praised him, worshipped his looks. And yet, there was this nagging feeling at his instincts that tells him—screams at him that this is different.

That this time, it’s not like the other times.

And Cale admits, he didn’t know what to do.

On normal occasions, he would’ve ignored him, maybe even snorted at him followed by a ‘I know’ in his usual tone.

But it was different.

But well, Cale liked different.

It just depends on what different.

Can’t say he doesn’t like this different though.

“We’re going to be late.” He manages to croak out, clearing his throat and licking his suddenly dry lips. Cale looks at the mirror once again, only to find him staring right back. Cale flinched, wanting to look away again and yet he suddenly seemed frozen in place.

‘Damn this.’ He cursed in his head.

‘This bastard has the audacity to even smirk.’ Cale clenched his teeth at the smirk sent his way, he sent his own small glare at him before huffing and walking towards the door.

And yet before he could even touch the handle, a hand grabbed his arm.

“You look absolutely ravishing, Cale.” Followed by a peck right below his ear—just to his jaw.

And the former vice commander goes, humming tune as he left the Commander in the room, frozen in his spot with redness spreading down to his neck.

‘This-this fucker..!’

And even if we fade eventually to nothing..

‘That damn bastard thinking that he can do whatever the fuck he wants the audacity I should give him more work that fucking bastard.’ Cale grumbled curses beneath his breathe as he drank the wine, ignoring the looks of Choi Han as well as the others sent his way.

Redness spread his cheeks, to the other people it might look like Cale is merely drunk, but to his family? They knew he wasn’t.

They’re very well aware of Cale’s high alcohol tolerance, as well as the fact that the moment the doors slammed open and the former Commander walked in with the former Vice Commander—pairing outfits as each of their steps radiating power—Cale had a stoic look on his face and his cold eyes scanned the room but his family knew better—noticing the flustered look on his eyes mixed with annoyance. Walking at quite a hurried pace, his ears had a faint red color, and the former Vice Commander followed behind him.

The former Vice Commander wasn’t far off from Cale, he was only lagging a mere step or two but they noticed the tune he was humming as well as his usual Cheshire grin seemed to be more mischievous than usual. His eyes were sparkling in amusement and Choi Han and the others thought they saw a hint of gentleness glimmer in his eyes as he stared at Cale. But as soon as they noticed it, it was gone.

And that led to the conclusion that yes, something did indeed happened.

Choi Han and the others either smiled or sighed at the scene.

‘Why can’t they just get together already for fucks sake.’ Bud clicked his tongue, downing another glass as he internally screamed.

Cale watched him devour the sweets and desserts like there’s no tomorrow. Deadpanning at the numerous plates stacked up at the table beside him. ‘Really.. as soon as he entered he immediately went after the desserts.’ Cale sighed exasperatedly, yet fondness couldn’t be hidden from his look.

He could see the eyes of numerous ladies and men eyeing the Vice Commander eating the desserts, he couldn’t help but snort at them.

‘He’d never look at you—much less spare you a glance.’ His lips curled on a smirk, ‘He won’t pay attention unless it’s something that interests him.’ That goes on with people he isn’t familiar with, it was the same thing that happened with the people they met before throughout their journey together. Of course, the family they have is an exception.

You.. you will always be..

“Cale!” He turned his head at the sound of his name, raising a brow, Cale responded in a blank tone, “What-“

He was immediately met with the taste of sickeningly sweet dessert—one he knows is one of the male’s favourite judging by taste and the look the former vice commander has.

“It’s too sweet.” Cale blankly states, all the while chewing and swallowing the cake. “That’s why it delicious!” His eyes sparkled like jewels and his smile was more child-like. Cale said that, and yet he still opened his mouth and didn’t protest when another fork of the sweet sweet cake was fed to him. As the former Commander chewed, he looked at his companion. Who fed himself another fork-full of cake and saw as he visibly beamed, another thought crossed Cale’s mind as to how this man in front of him had a duality that made him either flustered or brim with happiness.

He swallowed the cake, lightly grimacing at the sweetness which in no doubt is ordered by his Majesty Alberu Crossman knowing that the former vice commander had a sickening sweet tooth, well Cale wouldn’t blame him as he too issued a letter to his sworn brother to increase the amount of sweetness.

As Cale leaned back to the wall, the former vice commander fed another fork to Cale, watching with glee as Cale ate it with no protest before scooping another fork-full and feeding it to himself.

Cale looked at the man, a gentle smile unknowingly forming on his face, bringing his hand—he reached out to pat the man’s head. A fluttering feeling blooming in his chest as the former vice commander seemed to lean more.

You will always be my favorite form of loving.

Bonus:

It was warm. Well that was a fact considering that Raon accidentally set fire on the curtain because of some experiment the trio children wanted to do. Cale sat on the chair, relief filling his being at the thought of his family—the children being okay. It definitely set off a panic in him—of course he didn’t show it—when he heard there was a fire in his very own villa, but in the end it got resolve.

He lightly glared at the man across the room, clicking his tongue. “What?” Said man raised a brow with an amused smile.

“You know what.” Cale grumbled, crossing his arms. While the children were panicking about the fire, this man was beside, laughing while holding a recording device. Not even bothering to put the fire out. “You could’ve helped them.” He frowned.

“But Raon had it under control, no?” He replied back cheekily, “He is a great and might dragon after all.” Cale deadpanned at him.

Cale groaned, rubbing his face with his hand as he tilted his head back and stared at the ceiling. Silence surrounded the pair, neither of them were uncomfortable as this wasn’t the first time both of them were together alone. Rather, it was comforting.

“Cale.”

“Yes?”

“You know..” Cale sighed, preparing himself to another bullshit the vice commander may spout. Sensing the pause in his sentence, Cale groaned, “What is it?”

“The fire may be out…” He started, and even without seeing, Cale knows that pain-in-the-ass-but-he’s-a-pain-in-the-ass-that-Cale-loves-bastard has a shit eating grin plastered on his face.

“But you’re still smoking hot.”

“….”

Cale sighed.

He really doesn’t have a blush.

He does.

#tcf x reader #cale henituse #trash of the count’s family #cale henituse x reader #tcf #kim rok soo #lout of the count’s family

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calehenituse-brainrot · 2 years

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Tired and Sore

Cale Henituse x Reader x Kim Rok Soo

content warning: poor writing.

+ threesome, unprotected sex, oral sex (receiving, giving), stuffing (with underwear), anal, double penetration, creampie

"What if it hurts...?"

A kiss was placed on the back of your neck and despite the warmth of the kiss and the body heat that radiated from the person, you felt chills going down your spine. Large, calloused hands marred with scars held you by your arms, gently massaging you.

"Just say the word," the person behind you says. "And we'll stop."

You gulped, readjusting your position on the seat, feeling mildly uncomfortable with how the butterflies in your stomach are fluttering and the wetness that has pooled in your underwear. "O-okay."

You can hear the two males let out a satisfied chuckle.

The person behind you helped you to stand up from your seat and you followed your lover when he held out his hand, soft and clean, so very different from the ones that are guiding you to the king-sized bed.

"Come here, [Name]," Cale, your lover, called for you with a voice so gentle, a tone he'd always use on you when there's only the two of you. He was already sitting on the bed, only left with a bathrobe just like Kim Rok Soo who stands behind you. "Get on the bed and take off your chemise."

You felt the scarred hands lets go of you and you immediately approach the bed, flinching when you feel your ass getting pinched before you go. You glanced back at the person with a red-face, looking at the tall, muscular man with dark hair and russet eyes that's so similar to Cale's, scars covering his body -- visible with the loose bathrobe he had on.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" Kim Rok Soo asked with a grin, a grin that feels the same as Cale's -- sly and smug.

"Pervert." You stuck your tongue at him, walking back to the bed and getting on top of it.

Cale stared at Kim Rok Soo, an eyebrow raised in question while the man in question only kept his grin, watching as you took off the transparent chemise from your body and peel off your underwear, throwing them carelessly to the corner and blinking in surprise when Kim Rok Soo caught it.

"Don't throw things so recklessly in the bedroom," Kim Rok Soo told you off, placing it back on the bed and crawling to be beside you while Cale stays on the other side.

"[Name]." Cale's voice calls for you, his hand caressing your jaw before pulling you to face him, your lips meeting his in a sweet kiss. You wrapped one hand around his neck, tugging on his long red hair and humming in satisfaction.

Cale slipped his tongue inside and ravaged your mouth with it. You let him suck on your tongue and swap spit with you, rendering you breathless and wetter. He kissed you until saliva were dripping from the corner of your mouth to the bed, both of you too preoccupied to clean it up.

You felt something rough began to gently caress your naked chest. Even without looking, you can tell it was Kim Rok Soo. With your other hand, you grabbed his hand and led them to grab your breast properly, nipples perking up when the rough pad of his fingertips glides across your nipple. Kim Rok Soo opened his mouth, kissing the area around your nipple and sucking on them, leaving hickeys and spit all over your breast.

You flinched when Cale's hand began stroking the lips of your pussy, simply coating his fingers with your slick, not penetrating your hole. He gathers the dripping slick with his fingers and drags it to your clit, rubbing the sensitive bud gently and then spreading your slick all over again.

"Mhmm, Cale," you sighed against the man's mouth, feeling Kim Rok Soo finally decided to take in your nipple into his mouth, feeling him roll your nipple with his tongue and sucking on it. He used his teeth to tug at your nipple and you winced, "R-Rok Soo, not too hard--"

"Apologies, sweetheart," replied the man, letting go off your breast only to go to treat the other one the same. You run your hand across his dark hair, pulling on them and letting out quite whines whenever he would tug and bite on them too harsh.

Cale finally pulls away from you, wiping the corner of your mouth with the sleeve of his robe before he took it off, tossing it to the corner of the bed. He went down to your legs, spreading them open and eying the glistening folds of your pussy and the swollen clit.

"Rok Soo," Cale calls for the man and Kim Rok Soo hummed, your nipple still in his mouth. "I want to put her legs on my shoulder."

Kim Rok Soo playfully chewed on your breast before letting go, a string of saliva being left behind before it broke off. With Kim Rok Soo's head no longer weighing you down, Cale pulled your legs until the underside of your knees are on his shoulders. You gulped when instead of immediately putting his mouth on you, Cale was caressing your hip and staring at your pussy with a grin.

"That man is wicked with his tongue," Kim Rok Soo murmured to you, turning your head towards him. "Don't make too much of a noise."

Kim Rok Soo kissed you at the same time Cale decided to lick a long stripe on your folds. You let out a muffled mewl, legs slightly jerking upon the sudden wet and warm contact. Cale sucked on your clit, ignoring how your hand was holding onto his hand that was on your hip, gripping it tight.

"Ssh, love," Cale murmured lovingly against your pussy. "Everything will be fine."

He purposefully began moving his tongue around your hole, holding your hips whenever you'd try to move and get his tongue inside. Cale watches you and Kim Rok Soo as he teases your hole, seeing how the dark-haired man was kissing you and squeezing your breast until they spill from the gaps of his fingers. His rough fingers are flicking and pinching on your nipple, deepening your kiss everytime Cale decided to shove his tongue inside your hole before flicking it out harshly.

"C-Cale--" You managed to whimper out when Kim Rok Soo decided to not rob you too much of your oxygen, moving to kiss you behind the ears and neck.

"Hmm?" Cale weaved his tongue between your folds, letting you to wrap your legs around his head and mewl to your heart's delight as he savored the taste of you.

"J-just like that, Cale," you moaned out. Cale sucked on your folds and then took another long lick from the underside of your clit, circling it teasingly. "Oh, more, more--!"

Cale pulled away for a moment, lips glistening with your slick. "Rok Soo, do you want to try?"

Kim Rok Soo who had been preoccupied with giving you butterfly kisses hummed. "After she comes first."

Kim Rok Soo took off his robe, revealing his erect cock. You gulped seeing the size but couldn't even say anything because Cale was quick to please you with his tongue again.

"F-Fuck," you cursed when Cale sucked your folds, tugging on them as he does so. He went back up to your clit, suckling on the sensitive bud. Your face heats up, feeling the knot in your abdoment slowly beginning to crumble. "C-Cale, Cale, please, please, ohh..."

Kim Rok Soo watches you became undone and Cale lapping up your cum, sucking on the wet folds and clit until he's satisfied. Your legs shook when Cale kissed your folds before he moved to the side while Kim Rok Soo moved to your legs.

Cale admired the way your chest rises up and down as you try to catch your breath. Your neck and breasts are covered with hickeys and saliva here and there, your face flushed red and sweating. You're staring at him with a small grin, absolutely pleased with the situation you're in right now.

"What are you being so quiet for, sweetheart?" cooed Kim Rok Soo. "Cale, spread her open for me."

Cale reached for your thighs and spread them open for Kim Rok Soo, watching the man push a finger into you. You winced at the sudden penetration despite still being sensitive, letting out a whine, "Wait--"

Kim Rok Soo pushed in another finger. "Hm? What was that?"

You whimpered when Kim Rok Soo began to pump his fingers in and out, his whole palm and wrist getting wet by your cum. Kim Rok Soo leaned down to suck on your clit while his two fingers are still fucking your hole.

"Ah, haa, Rok Soo, please!" Cale spread your legs wider and let Kim Rok Soo push his fingers in and out of you hurriedly, splashes of your cum hitting the sheets underneath you and Rok Soo's abs. "Come, on, baby, come on..."

You let out a shriek when you finally came, writhing on the bed as you sprayed all over Kim Rok Soo's lap. Kim Rok Soo kept on going with his ministrations, his fingers fucking your hole until it was swollen and red. You closed your eyes shut, tears beginning to emerge at the corner of your eyes with how sensitive your pussy was. You tried to clench your thighs together but Cale's vice grip on you rendered your efforts useless, leaving you to spread wide open for Kim Rok Soo to please and torture you

"Oh, God, oh, God! Rok Soo, Cale, wait--!"

Both Cale and Kim Rok Soo grinned in satisfaction when you came again, your eyes wet with tears as you lay on the bed. Cale slowly lets go of his grip and moved to your side, peppering your face with light kisses, "You did great, my love."

"You got me wet all over, though," Kim Rok Soo added, noting how his abs were wet with your fluids.

"'M sorry," you mumbled as you stared up at the ceilings.

"It's okay, baby," Kim Rok Soo cooed, leaning down to massage and kiss the finger-shaped marks on your inner thighs. "I love seeing you do that."

You smiled as the two men poured out their affections to you, whispering sweet nothings to you, skin being praised and loved and cared for. Though, the moment didn't last long because you jumped when you felt something hit your stomach. You looked down, surprised to see Kim Rok Soo already lining up his girth to your pussy,

"Are you sure I'm going to be fine?" You asked anxiously. "It looks... intimidating."

Cale smiled, kissing your cheek. "You don't have to be afraid. You just need some prep..."

You watch as Kim Rok Soo grabbed the underwear you had worn earlier and balling it up with one hand. "Have you ever done stuffing before?"

You stared at him, shaking your head. "No, never."

Cale grinned, hypnotizing and inviting. "Would you like to try?"

His hands snaked back into your thighs, parting your legs even wider. He grabbed a pillow and slide it underneath your stomach. Kim Rok Soo smirked and his hand reached down to your cunt, the tip of his index finger gliding around your folds. "Do me a favor and spread your pussy for me."

Your face reddens in embarrassment when Cale's hands slides down to her pussy. Kim Rok Soo sat between your thighs, watching as Cale's two hands slide down to your crotch and spread open your cunt, showing off the folds to Kim Rok Soo who gazed at it with a satisfied smirk.

Rok Soo pushed his finger in and you sighed at the feeling of being filled again. He began to push in your wet underwear inside of your hole, watching as you wince at the friction of cotton with your vaginal walls.

"A bit more, baby," mumbled Rok Soo, pushing the cotton underwear further inside. "Do me a favor and stay still, okay?"

You nodded and breathed out an, "okay". You cringed in discomfort when Rok Soo pushed in the rest of the underwear inside of you until only a bit was left hanging out of your hole, drenched in your fluids. Cale began kissing your cheeks and temple to calm you down, whispering things along the lines of; "you're doing so good", "I'll give you a prize for being such a good girl", and so on.

Kim Rok Soo stared at your stuffed cunt and wrap his hand around his dick, slowly pumping his length as he watched your cum dripped down to the sheets, your pussy throbbing around the cotton underwear.

"Spread them wider for me," said Rok Soo as he began to fasten his pumps, staring at your cunt as Cale spreads your folds further with his fingers.

"Fuck, I've never seen such a pretty cunt before." Kim Rok Soo groaned, tapping the tip of his cock onto the hanging cloth outside of your hole. He nudged the tip to push inside a bit and groaned at the warm sensation of your walls. "God, you feel so good, baby."

With the tip of his cock snugly sitting within your hole, Kim Rok Soo began to pump his length furiously. He threw his head back as his hand worked, breaths ragged as he tries to chase his own bliss. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..."

Cale slowly lets go of your pussy and began to rub your clit. You flinched, hips thrusting forward at the stimulation, forcing Kim Rok Soo's cock to push the underwear deeper into you. "Ahh, please, please--"

You wrapped your hand around Cale's hard cock, pumping them quickly to help him chase his own peak. Cale bit his lips, closing his eyes but his fingers never stopping to rub your clit. He huffs in your ear, trying his best to have you cum first.

Kim Rok Soo rocked his hips a bit and pushed the underwear deeper into you. You let out a whimper when you involuntarily came from the sensation, your cum leaking out despite being stuffed. Cale's finger never stopped, forcing you to let out a small sob and your hand slowing down from a bit from the overstimulation.

Kim Rok Soo followed a few moments later, coming into your cunt before rubbing his dick against their mixed cum on your folds. You pumped Cale's cock when you feel another orgasm building, clenching your thighs together as you feel the tension in your abdomen growing every second and then releasing at the same time Cale came, cum spurting out and leaking down to your hands.

"Fuck," Cale whispered, stopped rubbing your clit and pulling his back. Kim Rok Soo grinned at the red-head, watching him pump his own dick as you reached your hand down and pushed two of your fingers into your pussy, trying to take the underwear out.

"Take it out," you whimpered, taking out your fingers that were covered with the three of your mixed cum.

"Be patient, darling," mumbled Kim Rok Soo, taking your fingers into his mouth and licking them clean.

"Let me do it," Cale huffed, having finished his own session. Kim Rok Soo sucks on your finger before letting them go, backing away a bit and letting Cale take charge.

You laid back while Cale slithered two of his fingers into your hole, making scisorring motions before he caught the edge of the underwear and slowly pull them out. You let out a long moan, rubbing your clit as Cale slowly drag the cloth out, you coming yet again by the time he fully got them out.

"Look at this, love," cooed Cale as he held up your soaked underwear. "You did such a great job."

You stared at the underwear and your face reddens in shame. You couldn't believe you just had your own underwear stuffed inside of you and had cum because of it. Both Cale and Kim Rok Soo chuckled, both knowing what you were thinking. Cale threw the underwear along with the pile of bathrobes.

"Now you're all prepped up," Kim Rok Soo hummed, grinning at what's to come. He moved aside, letting Cale to sit between your thighs. He lined his cock with your pussy and pushed in, some of Kim Rok Soo's cum from before leaking out and dripping down.

"Ahh, Cale..." You moaned quietly, glad to be feeling something familiar entering you. Cale spread your legs wide, letting Kim Rok Soo see how you and Cale are connected as the dark-haired man sat and pumped his cock, enjoying the view.

"W-why can't we just start?" You whined, letting out a strained cry when your abused clit began to get toyed again.

"We need something to help me get in here, don't we?" Cale asked, one of his hands sneaking to your ass and teasing your hole. "So I need you to cum all over my cock, love. It's the only lube we're going to get."

You gulped at the thought. It wasn't your first time receiving anal, but it's still something you weren't used to. You always remember how wet and messy the sex is whenever Cale wanted to do it and you're sure after this, you won't be walking for a few weeks.

"You can still do it, right, [Name]?" Cale whispers your name so sweetly that you could feel yourself getting wetter at his words. "You can still cum for us? For me?"

"Y-yes," you answered, needy. "Fuck me, Cale."

Cale moved his hips, pumping his cock in and out of you while rubbing your clit. He slipped one finger into your ass hole and you winced, knowing it's to prep you up. You glanced up at Kim Rok Soo, hand reaching out for his shaft and pumping the length of it. Kim Rok Soo pushed his cock to the corner of your mouth and you opened it, welcoming his length into your warm mouth.

"Oh, you look so pretty doing that, baby," Kim Rok Soo praises, admiring the way your lips wrapped around his cock and how his cock would come out of your mouth covered in your spit. He caresses your cheeks, moving his hips and have the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat.

"I'm slipping another one," Cale said, another digit slipping into your hole.

You could feel another orgasm slowly building up. To suck another man's cock while having your lover inside of you felt so strangely arousing - it was a new sensation and you were slightly excited at the thought of how it would feel with the two of them inside of you later, filling you up to the brim.

"So warm," Kim Rok Soo added, a content sigh slipping from his mouth every now and then. You swirled your tongue around his shaft, feeling the prominent veins of his cock, and slightly dragging your teeth along them.

"F-Fuck," Cale huffed, feeling your walls sucking him in and throbbing all around him. He continued to rub your clit, feeling your walls contracting and before they went lax, you squirted all over his cock, letting out sob while Cale continued to move his hips.

"Fuck, I'm adding one more," Cale mumbled, slipping another finger into you.

"Ahh, fuck, yeah," Kim Rok Soo moans out, seeing how with every push Cale gives to you, you would squirt out a little bit as a response. Cale pulled out, using his tip to fondle with your folds before pushing back in, prompting you to let out a muffled moan.

Cale hovers over your body before he began to pump his cock in and out of you with a fast pace, no doubt intending to reach his high. Kim Rok Soo grabbed you by the back of your head, bobbing your head back and forth, fucking your throat until saliva is dripping down your chil and to his balls. You placed a hand on his thighs as a way to make sure you won't get choked before they slipped and started to massage Kim Rok Soo's heavy balls.

"Shit," Cale cursed in a low voice. "[Name], love, I'm going to cum in you, okay?"

You nod, unable to speak as Kim Rok Soo was still using your mouth to chase his orgasm. Tears began to emerge and drip down from your eyes and before you could run out of breath, Kim Rok Soo explodes in the back of your throat.

You forced yourself to swallow every drop -- the sudden reflex stigning your throat. You flinched, clencing your thighs together when you feel Cale's cum painting your insides white. You looked up at Kim Rok Soo, seeing him trying to catch his breath and sweating, hand caressing your hair lovingly.

Cale pulled out with a groan, his cum leaking out of your pussy. He pulled out his fingers out of you, looking down at you laying on the bed with Kim Rok Soo's dick still in your mouth, his cum leaking to the corner of your mouth while your legs are spread wide, pussy leaking with cum.

"Rok Soo, get started," Cale called out for the man.

It took the man himself a few seconds to regain his composure. He pulled out his cock from your mouth before laying on the bed. He reached for you, moving your limp body to be on top of his. "[Name], sweetheart, you can get on your fours, right?"

"Fuck," you whispered, placing your hands on the either side of Kim Rok Soo's head and planted your knees at the either side of his hips, legs still trembling.

Your pussy began to drip down the cum onto Kim Rok Soo's cock just as he was slipping it into you. He let out a small groan, finally able to feel your walls around him. He grabbed both of your asscheeks and spread them apart for Cale who was staring at the way your pussy was still leaking your mixed cum down to Kim Rok Soo's balls. He gulped before lining his cock into your ass hole, one hand holding you by the waist.

"Ngh--Ahhh!" You let out a sob as Cale pushed inside of you, feeling both of your holes filled and it was enough to set you over the edge.

"Ssh, calm down, love," murmured Cale, hovering above you and planting kisses on your shoulders.

Kim Rok Soo opened his mouth, capturing your nipple and began sucking and tugging. He moved his hips up and down, pumping in and out of your pussy slowly, your cum along with Cale's dripping down more and more.

Cale began to move, letting out a satisfied groan the way your hole was squeezing his cock with every push and pull. He hears your delicious sobs, recognizing them to be of pleasure and not of pain.

"Nghh, hahh, Cale—" You moaned out for your lover. "Rok Soo, oh my gods..."

You could only stay in place, feeling your pussy being filled with Kim Rok Soo's cock while your ass is being fucked by Cale. The two of them were relentless, fucking you senseless as you sob and try your best to not collapse from overstimulation.

"Hahh, hahh, please, please—" You cried out, tears dripping down your cheeks. You have never felt such euphoria before, to be fucked and filled by two men.

You arched your back when Cale's hand sneaked to your clit, furiously rubbing you until you're squirting all over Kim Rok Soo's cock.

"Fuck, yes, yes, keep giving me that," Rok Soo hissed, feeling his balls tightening and his own high not too far.

"You're going to be our cumdump tonight, love," Cale told you and you feel yourself getting more and more aroused, the slick sounds of Kim Rok Soo's cock pounding into you becoming significantly louder along with Cale's pelvis slamming into your ass.

"Don't you love that, huh?" Kim Rok Soo added. "Having two men cum in you. So dirty. You love being a dirty whore?"

"Y-yes—hhhh!" you slurred, eyes rolled to the back of your head when Kim Rok Soo hits a spot that has you seeing stars.

"Make me your cumdump," you mewled. "Please cum in me, hahhh. I need you both to fill me—ahhh—up."

"I'll use you until you're filled to the brim," said Cale with a grin, moving his cock quickly in your ass. "I don't want to see a single drop leak out of you."

"Y-yessss!" You cried, feeling an orgasm building up.

"Fuck, you feel so good, [Name]," Kim Rok Soo murmured, quickening his pace and slamming his pelvis to yours.

"Our own little whore," Cale murmured, grunting as he came into your ass, staying in that position to pump everything he's got.

"Ohhh, shit," Kim Rok Soo whispered, bursting into you and filling you up, letting your pussy milk him dry.

"Ahhh, nghhh—!" You stayed in your position, body trembling with hot sensations in your womb and ass. Your eyes are still teary, the sting of of your sweat turning your eyes red and forcing you to keep your eyes closed.

You let Cale and Kim Rok Soo stayed in you before they pull out when they're done. Once they pull out, their cum immediately started oozing out of you, dripping either through your thighs first or straight to the sheets.

"Unghh," you mewled.

"Come here, sweetheart," Kim Rok Soo calls for you affectionately, letting you fall onto him before he moves you to the comfortable bed.

"You did amazing, love," Cale praises you, giving you a soft kiss on the forehead and lips. "Are you okay?"

You nodded. "Mhmm."

Kim Rok Soo poured a glass of water and handed it to you. "Up, up, sweetheart. Can't have you dehydrating after that."

You took the glass from Kim Rok Soo and drunk the water, watching as the two men stare at you with loving gazes.

"We..." You began after finished drinking. "We should do this often."

"I agree," added Kim Rok Soo, kissing your hand.

"I had a good time, so sure," Cale said with a grin before kissing your cheek. You giggled, slightly giddy despite the tiredness that's slowly crawling up and showing its ugly head.

"I love you both."

"We love you too, sweetheart."

was questioning whether i should posted this or not because by god was this awful but the people are hungry so let them eat some crumbs idk

this is for yall who said yall are still hungry @raritygold @milkierei @uryu-the-crazy-world @freiarchon

#RIP DAT PUSSY AYEEE #truly have no idea what i was doing here #hope yall enjoyed it tho lol #cale henituse x reader #cale henituse smut #trash of the count's family #totcf #cale henituse #tcf cale #lout of the count’s family #lout of count's family #x reader #kim rok soo x reader

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short-black-diamond · 9 months

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HEYYAA *with Barbie rizz*

BACK AGAIN WITH ANOTHER REQUEST AND I'M GIVING YOU THREE OPTIONS TO CHOOSE FROMM

1) Elijah with a strong buff fem reader!!🤩🤩

2) Cale Henituse with reader that is very good with knives(and very knowledgeable about it too)

3) Tged x male reader! We have a fem reader, now it's time to male reader!!😤

Pls tell me if I'm asking for too much or am too overbearing 🫶 I'll stop I promise 🫶

-🍰nom

Extra note: I know how much you want an Elijah request so that is why I request and why I'm giving another one 😆

MY BABY CAKE IT'S YOU AGAIN!

ALSO I HAVEN'T WATCHED THE MOVIE YET SO PLS DON'T SPOIL--but was it good?

(lil side note: I am prioritising your requests above everyone's elses)

About the first request, I was actually writing a fic along those lines so you have to be a lil patient love! But if you want to know more or give me details how you want it just dm me or write in the comments my precious and sweet 🍰-nom. I'll also tag you if you want!

As for the second request...Who is Cale Henituse? From a Webtoon? Sorry but I've never heard of him, pls give me some info of him, okay?

And for the third request, do you want it to be with a male reader as well? Or should I write the third chapter with the reader who somehow swapped genders? As you can see, the possibilities are endless, so feel free to give me any instruction and detail you want to have!

"Pls tell me if I'm asking for too much or am too overbearing 🫶 I'll stop I promise 🫶", about that, you just need to tell me in clear words what you want, okay? And no, you are not too overbearing my sweet cake.

Request whatever you want, but make sure it's with good detail, otherwise I might not satisfy you guys with my stories, okay?

Read you in the next post!

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calehenituse-brainrot · 2 years

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MASTERLIST

Cale Henituse | Kim Rok Soo x Transported! Reader Series

> Song Association Post <

• Late Night Meetings

— tw: nudity, mentions self-harm scars

• The Night Before

— tw: anxiety attack, vomiting, self-deprecating thoughts

• Misunderstandings

• Back Massages

• "This Older Sister Understands"

— mentions choking kink

• Always Here

— tw: self-harm, depression, panic attacks, gaslighting

• Thoughts of You

• Pickup Lines

— tw: self-harm scars, self-harm implied

• Subtlety

• Aftermath

— tw: self-inflicted wound, the urge to vomit, blood, talks of scars

• A Drink By The Fountain

— tw: mentions child abandonment and abuse

• Something of Yours

— tw: self-harm scars, self-harm implied, mentions character death

• Epiphany

— tw: implied child abandonment and abuse

• Talk

• Unlovable

— tw: self-harm scars, child abuse and neglect

• Fresh Air

— tw: blood

• Practice

• Of Dresses and Disguises

— tw: self-harm scars, shaming self-harm, drug use, accidental aphrodisiac usage

• Make You Mine

— smut ❤️‍🔥🔞

• Make-up and Kisses

• New Dress

• Partings

— tw: intrusive thoughts about self-harm and suicide, major character death, slight body horror

• Gone

– tw: mentions of self-harm scars and depression, implied suicide

• Death

– tw: injuries, blood, death, dead bodies, drowning

• Return

– tw: violent stabbing, blood, choking on blood.

• Turn Back Time

– mini oneshot, platonic Rosalyn

• Memories

– tw: self-harm, gore, death, blood, slight mention of alcohol abuse, mentally abusive figure

STAND ALONE READS

• Overworked

— smut ❤️‍🔥🔞

• Scarf

• Closer To God

— smut ❤️‍🔥🔞

• His Younger Sibling — (platonic, Sibling!Reader)

• Clothes

• Like What He Has Now — (platonic, Child!Reader)

— tw: minor character deaths, blood, wounds

• Every Part Of You

• Missing

• Hair

— mild smut ❤️‍🔥🔞

• Fake Dating The Royal Princess

• Parents

— labor pains described

• Coffee Stains — (OG!KRS)

— smut ❤️‍🔥🔞

• Kisses

• Flowers and Luck

• Vitality

• Sedated

— smut ❤️‍🔥🔞

• Long Coats

— mild smut ❤️‍🔥🔞

• Good For Me — (OG!KRS)

— mild smut ❤️‍🔥🔞

• Mother's Day

• Relaxation

— mild smut ❤️‍🔥🔞

• In Your Arms — (OG!KRS)

• Reward Me?

• Patient

• Mug — (Cale!KRS)

• Isn't Enough — (OG!KRS)

— smut ❤️‍🔥🔞

• Tired and Sore — (Cale, Reader, KRS)

— smut ❤️‍🔥🔞

• Paperwork

— smut ❤️‍🔥🔞

• Use Me

— smut ❤️‍🔥🔞

• Simp

HEADCANONS & DISCUSSIONS(?)

• Jealous!Cale

• Aftercare with Cale

• First Meeting

— choi han centric

• Cale with Cockwarming

— smut ❤️‍🔥🔞

• Cale's Hands and Fingers

— smut ❤️‍🔥🔞

• Cale With Foreign Crown Princess Reader

• Cale With Public Sex

— smut ❤️‍🔥🔞

• Cale as Empress!Reader's Consort

— tw: yandere-ish cale, manipulation

• Cale As A Male Lead In A Romance Manhwa

• Yandere!Cale

— tw : manipulation

• Cale's Kids Gaining Suitors

• Cale!KRS With Kinks and Sex Toys

— tw : consensual non-consensual, somnophilia, bondage

• Cale With Ice Magic User S/O

#cale henituse #cale henituse x reader #x reader #trash of the count's family #totcf #tcf cale #lout of the count’s family #cale henituse smut

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calehenituse-brainrot · 2 years

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Late Night Meetings

Cale Henituse | Kim Rok Soo x Transported!Reader

What happened in the Ubarr territory, stays in the Ubarr territory.

WARNING : small mention of self-harm scars, nudity, and Cale's a bit OOC.

ALSO THIS IS VERY LONG. I GOT CARRIED AWAY SORRY 😬😬

Amiru knew of you.

She met you the first time through young master Cale Henituse.

Amiru and the others went to visit the resting Cale Henituse after the plaza incident that has earned him the nickname Young Master Silver Shield. She sees how you had been by Cale's side and looking after him. By the casual clothes you had at the time, Amiru had thought maybe you were a friend who was visiting as well, but Cale had introduced you as a close friend he was taking care of.

They had seen how much Cale trusted you and how much you cared for Cale, so they trusted you as well by default.

You weren't always beside Cale whenever he's attending meetings and events as a noble, but she always hears or even sees you waiting for him.

"Young master-nim, Miss [Name] is waiting for you in your room."

"My lord, Miss [Name] is waiting for you to come back and have lunch together."

"Young master-nim, Miss [Name] would like to have tea together with you."

And one that always stuck with Amiru was whenever Cale needed to leave, he would always glance back at you and you'd give him a smile and a nod before saying: "I'll be here when you come back."

She always thought that you and Cale had a close relationship, but sometimes it has her raising her eyebrow whether a simple friendship is just what the two of you have. Seeing you always around wherever Cale is, the knowing glances that you two shared, and how the servants and deputy butler of the Henituse family were always making sure no one bothers the two of you whenever alone, it was normal for her to be confused.

"I hope tonight doesn't rain," you said to Amiru with a small smile, standing in front of the villa she had let Cale borrow to rest in while visiting the Ubarr territory. "Thank you again for this."

Cale had arrived at the Ubarr territory with you and the others earlier today.

Amiru and the others had just escorted you guys to the villa and now were about to leave, having many responsibilities to attend to. She did leave a few maids to help around the villa for a while to help you out if you had any troubles, remembering that Cale had brought mostly male servants. She was worried about you living in a villa full of men.

"I hope you and Young master Cale-nim has a pleasant rest," Amiru says to you before looking up at the balcony where she could see Cale enjoying the wind. You looked up as well and just in time, Cale looked down. You waved your hand to him and he nodded mutely.

You think about the trouble Cale will have to deal with tonight and smile at him, lowering your hand. "I don't think we would have much rest tonight."

Amiru stares at you who's still smiling at Cale, a fond look in your eyes and perhaps anticipation as well. She couldn't help but think of this one thing considering the look on your face and your ambiguous words but she brushed it off. No... You wouldn't do that type of stuff, right? Young master Cale isn't like that too.

"His bedroom has a fancy bathtub, right?" You mumbled to yourself, looking down and not noticing Amiru who's looking at you with wide eyes.

You knew that Cale's bedroom would be empty for quite a while and you're interested in trying out the bathtub. Maybe you can persuade Cale that you can guard his room during dinner or sneak in by persuading the kittens that you'll give them a good wash and massage. Giggling, you began to form your plan to try out the fancy bathtub.

"Guess we'll be getting busy tonight."

You didn't notice the scandalized look on Amiru's face.

Later that night, the windows rattled a little bit from the strong winds, startling a particular maid who was walking down the halls with a lit candle on a candle holder, a beige scarf covering their body.

They were supposed to be temporarily serving the eldest son of the Henituse family, Cale Henituse, who was deemed to be trash, though there had only been good rumors surrounding the man, especially remembering how he had saved so many people when an attack happened in the plaza a few days ago.

While they did expect the arrival of Cale Henituse, they did not expect to see you getting down from the same carriage.

They were told that you were a trusted friend of Cale Henituse and Lady Amiru had even told them to treat you respectfully. The maids assigned to this villa spent all-day working, but they managed to spare time to look for you to find out more about you.

Who wouldn't be curious? An unknown woman was traveling with a noble and staying in a villa together.

You were a pretty woman, most likely around Cale Henituse's age, wearing long-sleeved button-ups and trousers with boots instead of a pretty dress. You were dressed pretty simply unlike what a noble lady should.

They never had the time to look at you any longer because you were constantly with Cale, who usually stays cooped up in his room. They knew the two of you were close because the two of you casually addresses each other by first names and no honorifics. Even the deputy butler of Cale Henituse addresses you respectfully.

'Are they in a relationship?' thought the maid while looking out the window, staring at the bright night sky.

"Ah, damn it."

The maid nearly jumped when they heard your voice from another hallway. They turned their head left and right, trying to follow the sound of your grumbling.

They found you in the hallway that leads to the main bedroom of the villa. They hide behind a wall and peeked at you, noticing that you were picking up a small pouch from the ground and also what seems to be a white towel in your arms.

"Damn it," you grumbled in the dark hallway, dusting the pouch from dust before standing up again. "Cale's waiting for me."

The maid covered their mouth to silence their gasp, watching you hurry over to Cale's bedroom door.

When you stand in front of his room at night while holding a bathrobe and your small cheesecloth pouch, Cale merely opened the door wider to let you in, remembering how you were damn near begging to allow you guard his bedroom along with the kittens.

Cale stood there with his own bathrobe, was about to change into his swimming suit. 'Can't she arrive here when I'm done changing?'

He glanced outside, looking left and right to see who had spotted you walking inside and when he saw no one, Cale closed the door and locked it, not realizing the flustered and scandalized maid outside who's hiding behind the wall.

"Oh, cute," you complimented the swimming gear that Cale placed on the bed. You placed your bathrobe and essential oil bottle "I'll go out to the balcony and wait for you to finish changing."

Cale nodded, watching you and the kittens walk out to the balcony and keeping your front away from him to give him some privacy. He changed into the swimming suit quickly, walking out to the balcony once he was done. The kittens immediately walk around his feet, meowing loudly.

"Take care of the house well," Cale said to you and the kittens.

"Have a safe trip!" said Hong, followed up by his sister, "We won't let anyone in."

You waved your hand at Cale who's climbing on the railing of the balcony and to the black dragon that's floating near him. "Be safe, you two."

Cale turned to look at the three of you, grinning. "Alright. We'll be leaving now."

The black dragon activated his flight magic and you watch as Cale began to float to the sea.

"Alright, kids!" You clapped your hands, turning to kittens and ushering them inside before closing the balcony door. "Now that your father is gone, I will be trying out his bathtub!"

The kittens watch as you saunter over to the bathtub, turning on the faucet and filling the bathtub with water.

'She has no intention of keeping guard, is she?' thought On, seeing you place a small cheesecloth onto the bath before starting to strip while waiting for the lavender to steep in the water for a while.

The smell of lavenders started filling the air. The cheesecloth you had dropped into the bath was filled with a couple of dried lavenders and essential oil to help you sleep later tonight. Since the bathtub is in Cale's room, you thought that it would be good to use a scent that will help him fall into a deep sleep instead of something too sharp that'll give him a headache.

"It smells nice," On commented, standing near the bathtub as you went into the water.

"Mhm, it'll help us sleep better," you said, sniffing at your arm to smell the lavender before dipping yourself deeper into the tub.

For a while, the room was quiet with only splashing sounds of your bath water and your humming. The kittens were keeping their ears out to listen if anyone was heading for the door while you were relaxing, the scent of lavender lulling you to sleep.

You knew how dangerous it was to sleep in the bathtub, but you couldn't keep your eyes open for so long. The warm water, the smell of lavender, and the quiet atmosphere of the room were slowly tempting you and you leaned back, closing your eyes. As your consciousness began to slip, your body was also slipping further into the bathtub.

You nearly had your whole head dipped under the water if it weren't for the loud explosion coming from the ocean.

The kittens ran out to the balcony, pushing the door open to look out for Cale to see if everything was fine while you came back to the real world with a startle.

'Oh, shit!' You thought with panic. 'Cale's gonna be back soon!'

Without thinking much further, you stood up from the tub and were about to step out when you suddenly slipped, the strong sloshing of the water breaking your balance, your foot twisted in an uncomfortable way. You don't know whether to cringe in pain or embarrassment when your body stumbled outside of the tub and fell down to the floor, your shoulder hitting the ground first and your naked thigh hitting the edge of the porcelain tub.

'Son of a fucking bitch--!'

You were laying wet and naked on the floor.

"Ow..." You whined, pushing yourself to get up because you'd rather be caught dead and mutilated instead of being caught on the floor naked. "Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow..."

"[Name], are you okay?" On rushed to you, her brother dragging your robe with his little mouth to cover your body.

Your face reddens. 'God, this is so embarrassing.'

You groaned, pushing yourself to sit up and cover yourself better. "I think I broke a bone in multiple different places."

You turned and grabbed for the edge of the bathtub, dipping your arm in to pull the plug and drain the water. You used the edge of the tub to steady yourself and stand up, trying your best to wear the bathrobe even though you were still very wet and in pain. "Ow, ow, ow..."

On turned to the door. "Someone's here."

"Cale locked the door, right?" you murmured, tying the bathrobe. "Yes, he did."

"Holy shit," you groaned, limping to get yourself a towel and dry yourself a bit. "I don't think I can walk tomorrow."

You were so concerned with what you were going to do tomorrow that you didn't realize that Hans was supposed to start yelling and pounding on the door never happened. You simply minded your business, trying your best to dry yourself while whining in pain.

"Uhm... Young master?"

Hans finally spoke from the other side of the door, voice timid as he knocks. "Young master, are you in there...?"

'I can just stay quiet, right?' You thought, glancing at the kittens who simply look at the door before looking back at you.

"My lord, I couldn't find Miss [Name] in her room."

You wanted to die.

Of-fucking-course they would look for you too!

'Oh, shit, what should I do?' you thought. 'If they can't find me tonight, they'll definitely question me tomorrow. What should I say then?'

Hans knocked again. "Young master?"

The incessant pounding and yelling then began and you had to sit by the tub's edge, giving up on drying yourself because of how loud Hans was. You looked down at the kittens, giving them a tired look. "Let's just wait for Cale..."

When Cale landed on the balcony of his room, the two kittens jumped into his arms.

"Perfect timing!" On greeted, pawing at Cale's chest when he caught the two of them. Hong added, "The butler has been knocking on the door and [Name] still can't move!"

"Can't move?" Cale muttered, turning his head left and right to look for you, seeing you sitting on the edge of the tub, only wearing a bathrobe.

Cale raised an eyebrow at you to ask what happened but you merely waved your hand, gesturing him to listen to Hans who was on the verge of a breakdown.

"Young master. Young master?" came Hans' weak voice. "Young master, I know you said you'd kill me if I woke you up, so I've been knocking on your door instead of going in."

"I can't move right now," you told Cale when he walked over to his own bathrobe, his back to you. "Sorry."

"How did you even end up like that?" Cale asked, taking off the top part of his swimsuit first and then putting on his bathrobe before pulling off the swimsuit completely. "And why are you only in a bathrobe?"

"Young master, can't you please open the door?!"

Both you and Cale ignored Hans' pleading. You look at the black dragon who's floating to the bed to sit comfortably while Paseton was laid on the floor.

Cale saw where you were looking. "You don't seem surprised."

"Because I knew it was going to happen, obviously," you replied. "And about me--"

"You have a fancier bathtub so I wanted to try it out," you grumbled. "The explosion you and the black dragon caused at the ocean surprised me so I rushed to get out, but I ended up falling on my face."

Cale turned around and looked over at the black dragon. "Use this invisibility brooch to hide the whale."

"Young master?"

Cale tighten the bathrobe he had on and began to reach for the doorknob when you cut him off. "Wait! Are you serious?"

Cale turned to look at you, an eyebrow raised. "What?"

"Do you know what he would think of if he saw the both of us in our bathrobes?" You questioned him, face red. "Don't be an idiot! Let me hide first!"

"I will help you," the black dragon suddenly piped up, activating his invisibility magic on you, and in a blink, you were gone.

"Young master, Young Lady Amiru asked me to check to see if you and Miss [Name] are safe. So please, if you're up, open the--"

Cale unlocks the door and opened it, running a hand through his wet red hair. "What is it?"

Hans' took a second to finally process that Cale was standing in front of him, his face dusted red. "Uhm, wow, Young master... Were you in the bath...?"

Cale glanced back at the tub, where he's sure you're still sitting and so did Hans. "I couldn't fall asleep, so I thought I'd relax in the tub."

"Ah." Hans glanced back at Cale. "I thought you were with Miss [Name] because I could've sworn--"

"It was just your imagination," Cale cut off with a frown. "I had her run me an errand for a while. She'll be back soon."

"This late at night?" questioned Hans with a concerned frown.

"Don't question it," Cale said, folding his hands in front of his chest.

Hans jumped at Cale's sharp tone and glare and then let out a relieved sigh even though it was a bit forced. "Uhm--right! I forgot there was a bathroom here. Then since you weren't asleep, I guess you won't kill me."

Cale raised an eyebrow. "... You think so?"

Hans bowed his head. "Forgive me, Young master."

'Right,' Cale thought, glancing at the bathtub and thinking about you who's probably waiting for Hans to get out.

You watched the two of them converse, rubbing your thighs that had hit the edge of the tub. Once Hans was finally out, Cale locked the door and the black dragon released his invisibility magic on both you and Paseton.

"Before you do anything else--" you stopped Cale who was about to grab a washbasin. "Help me sit on the bed. Sitting on the edge of this tub cramps up my butt."

Cale neared you, bending down so you could wrap one arm around his neck to help you stand up. Muttering a small "excuse me", Cale placed his hand on your waist and help you walk to the bed, where you take a seat at the edge of the bed to take a closer look at the Whale.

You watch with interest as Cale began to fill the washbasin with water before dumping the arm of the mermaid into it. It ick you a bit to see the near-rotting hand and the way Cale had held it so casually.

When Cale told Paseton to drink the blood, the blue-haired male sat up and was startled to see you. He stared at your appearance, noting that you were only wearing a bathrobe and so was Cale.

"Do what he says," you told Paseton with the most friendly grin you could muster, not aware of what the Whale was currently thinking to see a man and a woman together in a room in just their bathrobes.

Paseton stared at the arm before he lifted it to drink the blood that was dripping down. In an instant, the claw wounds on his neck immediately healed and his skin returned back to normal.

"That was quick," you commented, watching Paseton's surprised expression as he looked back at you and Cale in confusion. "Why...?"

Cale dumped the arm into the washbasin. "Weren't you the one who killed the body of this arm? You're a Whale."

"Don't you need to head out to the ocean before the morning comes in order to heal?"

Paseton looked visibly startled at Cale's words. You decided to ignore them to look down at your feet, noticing that the pain from falling in the tub was getting worse.

Cale saw you focusing on your leg and began to stand up, meaning to come over and check on you while still speaking to Paseton, "You can go after getting some sleep."

Paseton glared at him. "How... How did you know I was a Whale?"

Cale turned his gaze to Paseton. "There were 3 dead merfolks. Who else could do that?"

Paseton looked down, accepting the fact that he was caught by a mere human. "I have to return home."

Cale stood up to his full height, walking over to you instead of looking at Paseton. "I don't want to listen to your useless backstory. I only saved you because you asked me to."

You looked up at Cale who finally stood in front of you. He sent a quick glance to Paseton who was staring at the both of you. "We need our rest. Quietly make your way out."

"Let me see where it hurts," Cale asked, which prompted you to slide down your bathrobe a bit off your shoulder, showing the red and swelling skin there.

Paseton averted his eyes when he saw you doing so while Cale frowned.

He bends down. "May I touch it?"

"Not too harsh," you replied, feeling the pads of Cale's fingers caress your shoulder and pressing it lightly, making you wince. Cale sighed, "It's not broken, at least, but the fall must've been quite hard."

You pulled on the bottom of your bathrobe to show the side of your naked thigh. "I hit my thigh at the edge of the tub when I fell, too. My ankle is sprained, I think. I can't move much because my whole body hurts."

Cale stared at the places you were showing to him, quiet as he realized that there were multiple pale lines on your shoulders and thighs peeking through the bathrobe but he set that thought aside for now.

For now, he needs to think about how he didn't even leave you for an hour, and yet you managed to injure yourself in three different places.

Paseton's face reddens when he sees how much skin you were showing and decided that he shouldn't be here. "I-I will come back here tomorrow night."

Cale glanced at him for a moment. "There's no need."

Paseton turned around, walking out to the balcony and jumping down, disappearing into the night. Before he did jump, he had turned around to stare at Cale who was looking over you.

"I'll go back, too," you told Cale, which made him nod. "I'll have Hans fetch you some ointment tomorrow. You won't have to follow us tomorrow."

You nodded before turning to the black dragon, smiling. "Black dragon-nim, can you please--"

The black dragon stared at you for a moment before letting out a sigh. "Okay."

Cale watched as you and the black dragon disappear from his room. He crawled to his bed, letting out a sigh of satisfaction and when he smelled the lavender in the air, he smiled.

A maid stood in front of your room, gulping.

She had volunteered to be the one to wake you up. She had seen you enter Cale Henituse's room late at night and that Cale Henituse had greeted you while only wearing a robe! That person had invited you in and was looking out if anyone saw the two of you.

She had waited for you to come out nearly all night but eventually gave up because she got tired so she never saw you step outside of Cale's room.

'I'm certain of it!' The maid thought. 'They must be in a relationship!'

When an explosion occurred at the ocean last night, everyone had scattered to make sure Cale and you were safe and nearly everyone had been worried when they saw that you weren't in your room.

Everyone but the maid.

'She was in Cale Henituse's room!' She wanted to tell everyone, but that deputy butler of Cale had told them that you were gone because Cale asked you to do something.

The maids thought of that as a poor excuse. They were in the room together all night!

This must be the butler trying to cover up whatever relationship his master has with you!

There were only a few things she could think of about what the two of you were doing all night.

"Cale, please..."

"Hm? Please what?"

Cale's pale skin would be flushed pink as he stared down at you, smug at your begging face.

"You have to use your words, darling."

The maid slapped herself.

'Let's not get carried away!' She reminded herself, her hand coming up to knock on your door. 'I've been reading too much of those erotic novels! How dare I think of a hero like that!'

"Oh!"

The maid turned, seeing deputy butler Hans walking over to her. "Are you here to wake Miss [Name] up?"

"O-oh," the maid stuttered. "H-Has she returned? I didn't see her all night..."

Hans smiled. "She was already in her room sometime around midnight and was too tired to talk or open the door for me. Apparently, the errand she did was exhausting to do."

'Yeah, I bet shaking the bed with Cale Henituse is exhausting!' The maid thought and then look down at the small jar in Hans' hands. "May I ask what is that?"

"It's why I called for you," Hans said, giving the jar to the maid. "Young master-nim asked me to fetch this ointment for Miss [Name]."

The maid's face reddens. 'I knew it!' The two of them must be--'

"Please give this to the Miss," added Hans with a smile. "We will be going with Young lady Amirel to check for the whirlpools and Young master-nim wants me to make sure Miss [Name] have some rest before he leaves."

'Oh, he's so considerate,' thought the maid, a bit touched. He was letting you rest after tiring you out all night and even asked to fetch an ointment for you. 'Such a kind partner...'

"Can I leave Miss [Name] to your care?"

The maid bowed a bit to Hans. "Thank you for trusting me. I will take care of her to the best of my abilities."

"Is she okay?"

Both the maid and Hans jumped when they heard Cale's voice. They turned around, seeing Cale walking up to them with nonchalance on his face.

The maid stuttered, "Oh, I will check her at once!"

As the maid knocked on your door, she glanced at Cale who was standing with both hands folded in front of his chest. 'He even came to check on her...'

"Miss [Name]?" She calls out to you. She jumped when she heard a long groan from inside the room and your voice telling her to come in.

"Excuse me..." She announced, opening your door quietly.

Her face reddens when she saw you on the bed, wearing a bathrobe only. Your bottom half was covered by the duvet but the robe had loosened a bit at the top, showing more cleavage than necessary. "Who is it?"

"How are you feeling?" asked Cale, walking into the room and the maid's nose caught the smell of lavenders coming from him. 'Such a feminine scent. Why would he use lavenders?'

Cale stood near your bed, unfazed at your appearance. The world he was from before showed much more, anyways. Though he is a bit concerned if you get sick for sleeping in such a loose robe.

Meanwhile, the maid was shocked to see Cale be so casual to you despite you sleeping with your chest almost out in the open. 'He must've seen them before, right?! Right?! That's why he's so nonchalant!'

"My whole body is sore," you answered, recognizing Cale's voice, eyes still closed. "I have your bathtub to thank for that."

Hans' face reddens when he realized something.

'Weren't Young master-nim said he was also taking a soak in the bathtub last night?'

"Lady Amirel said she has something to show me so I'm going to be out until the afternoon," Cale informed you. "Since you can't move much, I'll let you rest until you feel better."

"Thank you," you murmured, already knowing that Cale would be back much, much later. "Be safe. I'll be here when you return."

"I'm sure you will," Cale answered nonchalantly. He's sure you won't be moving an inch from your bed judging by your face that seems to scream that you're uncomfortable.

Cale turned around. "Then, I'll be leaving. Hans, escort me out."

Hans flinched. "Y-yes, Young master-nim!"

The two men left you and the maid alone.

"Miss [Name]?" The maid called, entering the room and shutting the door behind her.

You rubbed your eyes, opening them to look at the red-faced maid that had entered your room. She showed you the jar in her hands. "The deputy butler asked me to give this ointment to you."

You forced yourself to sit up, tugging on your bathrobe to fix them. "Just put it on the table."

The maid did as you asked, pausing when she smelled lavenders again, this time coming from you. 'Did they use the same soap?'

"I don't need help changing," You murmured. "Thank you for bringing the ointment. You can leave now."

'She must want to hide the evidence of last night!' The maid thought, completely delusional. She bowed to you. "I will be by your door so please call for me if you need anything."

"Hey, listen to this."

"What?"

"We were cleaning up the room Young master Cale Henituse's room earlier and found womens' clothes."

"Gasp. Are you sure?"

The maids were all huddled together in the laundry room, listening to the maids who had cleaned up Cale's room. The maid who had seen you last night stayed quiet, scrubbing a white button-up as she listens to them.

"Who do you think it is?" asked a maid to her colleague with a grin. "He smelled like a woman when we were serving breakfast, don't you think?"

"Oh, did you sniff at him? So vulgar!"

"I was caught off-guard! I had to make sure!"

"You want to bet it's Miss [Name]? She wasn't seen in her room last night and I bet the butler was lying," another maid suddenly spoke up, startling the maid who was scrubbing the shirt longer than necessary.

"Loey," called another maid. "You and that butler been serving Miss [Name] the whole day, right?"

The maid, Loey, looked up with a red face. "I... I don't know what you're talking about."

Nearly everyone stopped doing their jobs to gasp. "So you do know something!"

Loey huffed, scrubbing the already clean shirt even harder. "I know nothing!"

"Miss [Name] hasn't been seen outside of her room all day and you've been giving her meals inside her room," stated another maid, grinning knowingly. "What's wrong? She's a little sore?"

"Fine!" Loey nearly screamed, soaking the shirt into a washbasin of clean water to get rid of the soapy suds. "I saw her sneaking into the young lord's room last night."

All the maids nearly roared and huddled closer to Loey to hear her. "And then? And then? Tell us everything!"

"She went in to his room while holding a bathrobe and a pouch. Cale Henituse opened the door for her when he was just in his bathrobe and made sure no one saw them before locking the door," Loey told them with a pout.

"I waited for her to come out but got tired and gave up. I wanted to see her when I heard she was back so I volunteered to wake her up," Loey continued, remembering the event from earlier today with a red face.

"Cale Henituse also visited her and brought an ointment for her," Loey said. "When we visit, she was complaining about being sore and the robe she was wearing was nearly undone but the young lord didn't seem bothered!"

"Oh, my God," murmured one maid, covering her mouth that's grinning widely.

"I can't believe they're so bold," commented another maid, her face red.

The maids all turned to each other, giggling and talking about what did the two of you do to each other last night? Gosh you were even so sore to the point you don't want to leave your room!

By the time Cale returned with Witira and Paseton to lend them a room in the villa, the fire has already spread and was the hottest topic to be talked about between the servants of Ubarr territory.

You were the one to approach Cale with Hans, who asked, "Young master-nim, are you okay? I heard about what happened."

You stared at the Whale siblings, giving a knowing look to Paseton who averted his gaze away with a flush around his neck, the image of you and Cale from yesterday had perhaps been ingrained in his brain.

You take a look at Cale up and down before turning to Beacrox. "Beacrox and the others, please heat up some water."

"I can't believe I left you to go alone and you came back like this," you teased Cale. Cale ignored your words and instead asked, "Why are you here? You're still limping."

"I'll be fine," you reassured him before turning to look at Paseton, letting the Wolf children approach Cale and talk to him while you converse with the Whale siblings. "I'm glad you're fine."

Paseton nod his head at you. "I have the young master-nim to thank for that."

You hummed, placing a hand on your chest. "My name is [Name] [Last Name]."

"I am Paseton," the younger Whale replied and followed by his sister, "I'm Witira, his sister. I'm thankful for you people to have saved my brother."

"It's all Cale's work," you replied before turning to Hans. "Hans, please show these two people to a room."

You glanced at Cale who was already looking at you, nodding his head in thanks that you immediately took over like this. You came over to him, "Alright, alright, let's go take a bath," you told Cale, pushing Cale to his room with the kittens trailing behind.

"Wait a moment."

Both you and Cale turned around to Witira and Paseton. Paseton was the one who called our for you but Witira was the one who continued. "May we visit you after you have rested a bit?"

"You can visit him tomorrow," you answered for Cale instead, smiling at them. "Then, we'll be off. Cale would need his rest so please don't bother him for the rest of the night."

"You should rest, too." Everyone heard Cale spoke to you. You smiled, replying back with a fond tone, "I'll be fine. Don't worry. Worry about yourself."

To others, this might seem like a conversation between two considerate and affectionate people, but in truth, you actually couldn't wait to see Cale gets more work done as the night goes by and watch him get tired.

"That woman..." Witira whispered to Paseton, looking at your back as you walked with Cale up to his room.

"Ah." Paseton doesn't really know the relationship between you and Cale, though remembering the scene he had witnessed last night -- how the two of you were so casual with each other despite wearing only bathrobes, the attentiveness of Cale as he looked over you -- he was pretty sure that--

"She is his significant other."

Witira hummed. "Does she know?"

Paseton nodded. "She was in the room when I was healed."

Witira tilted her head. 'So she was the woman my little brother talked about.'

Paseton had explained how there was another person in the room when he was saved by Cale Henituse during that night. To think that she was in his room around that time meant they were probably intimate to the point Cale Henituse trusted her enough to expose of Paseton's identity to her.

"I guess she can be trusted for now."

After two days, it was finally time to go back home.

You got onto the carriage with Cale and the kittens, thanking Amiru for the pleasant stay before doing so. Amiru had apologized to you and Cale, especially to Cale because he had come to rest but ended up dealing with another trouble that should've been dealt with by the Ubarr household alone.

As she walks around the villa to make sure nothing had happened (not that she didn't trust Cale, but was more cautious over the siblings he had offered rooms to), she passed by the kitchen where she can hear several maids gossiping.

"Have you heard about what happened with the young lord and Miss [Name]?"

Who wouldn't stop after hearing such a thing?

"Oh, yes! I didn't think Miss [Name] was that kind of woman."

'What?' Amiru thought with a frown. 'What happened?'

"Sigh, I'm still so shocked to find her undergarments in his room."

Amiru nearly screamed. What? Find what in whose room?

"But are we surprised they have such a promiscuous relationship? Sneaking into each others' room at night and taking baths together."

Amiru felt like leaning into the wall and sliding down. Is there... a possibility that Cale had come here not only to rest but also for--?!

'No! This is not of my business!' Amiru reminded herself. 'But still, oh goodness, I didn't think they were at that level!'

Amiru let out a quiet gasp. Oh, Gods, is that why you were tired a few days ago? Cale had said you couldn't join them to go to the central island because you were tired. And you were walking around while limping too!

Amiru's face flushed red and she covered her mouth. 'And we ruined their time together here by forcing the young master to use his powers here to sort our problems!'

"Enough!"

The maids flinched when Amiru showed herself, walking into the kitchen with a frown on her face despite the flush of her cheeks.

"I-I do not know for sure what had happened between Young master Cale-nim and Miss [Name]," Amiru began. "But what happened here at the Ubarr territory, stays in the Ubarr territory. Do you all understand?"

"Their relationship is not something you can all casually talk about," she continued. "If I were to hear that what happened here is known by an outsider, I will personally choose a severe punishment to whoever leaked it."

Amiru turned around, walking out of the kitchen.

'I will make sure the nature of their relationship is not found out. For the sake of Young master Cale-nim and Miss [Name]'s reputation.'

Amiru could not realize she was as delusional as her servants.

#cale henituse x reader #cale henituse #trash of the counts family #tcf fic #x reader

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