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calethescammer · 8 months

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A random tcf prompt :

Basically Cale finds an odd box one day with a beautiful necklace in it. And he wears it because why not? Like he did find it in his own room. So he goes around wearing it without realising that Jour gave it to Og!cale as a parting gift. And og!cale never wore it after her death.

So this is what I wrote:

Cale strolled around his bedroom lazily, because his kids had said that he needed to walk around or he'll fall sick. Not wanting to go out and be greeted with Ron's signature tea, he decided to roam around his bed only.

Looking around, Cale realized that he never really paid attention to og!cale's room. There were a lot of fancy decorations, portraits and lavish sculptures, though most of them only served for their looks. Nevertheless, the overall contrast was well chosen and his room looked spectacularly rich, even for a noble.

At a distance, Cale caught the sight of a plain box lying on the mirror-side table. He picked it up out of curiosity and saw in it an enticing necklace with a crimson pearl in the centre, its fire matching the color of Cale's hair.

Cale's eyes twinkled in a childish joy at the treasure he found. He worn it around his neck and was amazed at how well it suited him. Humming happily, he went out to check on his kids.

Outside, he was unsurprisingly greeted by Ron's lemonade, except that Ron stood absolutely still, his face not carrying the usual benign smile and his eyes focused on Cale's neck.

Cale internally wept inside, because this shameless assassin was now aiming for his neck in broad daylight.

'This is it...my only regret was that i could not reach my slacker life.'

Cale finished his farewell speech in his mind while Ron regained his smile, and Cale almost gasped in surprise because for a moment, it seemed as if Ron was smiling genuinely, like a fond parent. But of course he still remained vicious in Cale's eyes.

Cale walked to his father's office for some work, subconsciously putting his left hand around his neck, because the shameless assassin was digging daggers into his back with that chilling stare.

'The young master never wore the necklace after that day. Did something happen for him to...?'

Meanwhile, Cale regretted leaving his bed that morning.

"Father."

Deruth immediately got up from beneath the piles of reports and his face brightened upon seeing Cale.

"Cale, have a seat-"

Cale looked up in confusion, only to see Deruth frozen up with his eyes fixated on Cale.

"Uhm, father?"

Deruth didn't reply. Not knowing what to do, Cale shifted uncomfortably in his position, when Deruth suddenly asked,

"Cale, are you okay?"

"Of course, father."

'Why would i not be fine? The last time i coughed up blood was weeks ago.'

Deruth's brows narrowed and for a second, Cale felt like his father was about to cry.

Deruth looked at his concerned son, and he felt like crying and hugging him because of how proud and sorry he felt. The necklace he was wearing was the one Jour gave to him before her death. He always wore it, and Deruth didn't realise when he had stopped doing that.

He didn't ask Cale for the reason, and he felt guilty for not even noticing it.

(Little did he know that og!cale stopped wearing it in fear of reminding his already grief-stricken father about Jour.)

Deruth looked towards Ron and only after seeing Ron nod did he sigh in relief.

'Although i do not know the reason... it's fine if my son is happy.'

He patted Cale's head, because a hug might be uncomfortable for him, and Cale just stood there, wondering what was even going on.

As he walked through the corridor, the servants and the maids all eyed him, and Cale felt oddly uncomfortable.

'I know I'm trash but isn't that too strong of a gaze?'

He felt that everyone was being extra weird since morning.

What he missed, however, were the servants' fond eyes as they looked at their young master. They remembered how he happily announced and showed everyone the necklace his mother gifted him, and how he clutched it close to his heart, even in his sleep. And how he suddenly stopped wearing it and threw it away.

Seeing him wear it now was a strange and warm feeling, and only did they notice it now how well it complemented him.

"Human, it looks really good on you!"

"That's right, nya!"

"Yeah! It really suits you, nya."

Patting their heads, Cale smiled in relief and exhaustion, as he finally got the normal reaction he so desired.

(And as a relief from og!cale angst: After finding her mother as cale!krs, he gifted her a similar kind of pendant, and relished in joy as she hung it around her neck and showed it off to everyone, much like he did before.)

#og!cale's angst haunts me every day #also poor krs!cale never going to catch a break #atleast his kids complimented him #not that it helped the stares though #trash of the count's family #lout of the count’s family #cale henituse #tcf #tcf novel #tcf prompt

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sadlynotthevoid · 29 days

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Once I had this dream about a modern lcf AU where Lily was like 13~14yo and somehow got involved into an otome-novel-ish type of drama. What I mean is: some girl at school was going around acting like she was such a sweetheart and making others believe Lily was a mean rich girl who bullies her.

She was very sad because a lot of people, including some friends, actually fell for it and treated her as if she was a villain. More and more people avoided her and frowned when they saw her. People who she used to play and chat now talked bad about her. And only a few close friends seemed to believe in her and treat her kindly.

She's brave and bold, but she feels really lonely right now.

And she didn't know how to tell her family. She hasn't heard that any of them had had such a problem before. What if they don't understand? (What if they don't believe her?)

One day, Cale (the original one) entered into her room while she was crying after a bad day. His brain's alarms started to sound. Whom the fuck hurt his little sister? She's a good kid who only wants to train with swords and eat sweets.

So he sat next to her and comforted her, softly humming a song. It felt so nostalgic (though she's not sure why) that Lily ended up spilling out everything. He promised things were going to get better. Then proceeded to distraught her with a gift and a promise to sparr with her.

It was Friday at that moment. On Monday, Lily went back to school just to find out everyone acting strange. Not bad, just strange.

When she asked, her classmates explained that the troublesome girl's mother had carried her from house in house to confess the truth during the weekend. She and her mother were at the headmaster's office at the moment.

Only some people apologized, but no one kept treating her like a bad omen.

Lily didn't know how, but she was sure that Cale was somehow behind this.

Other points about the dream:

-Lily and Cale got close after this. He takes her to and from school quite often. They spar together when Cale is at home or Lily tries new things with him.

-Probably because of the reason above, I remember a scene of them ice skating at an ice rink. They seemed to like it, so hc that it becomes an usual activity for them.

-They take Bassen out for a break when he seems too meddle into his studies. Then the three of them end up sitting at an ice cream shop or a coffee shop, dumming around and ocassionally getting tutoring from Cale.

-I think Cale was on his last year of college here, but he also had a business. I think it was a fashion business but I'm not sure. I don't know why he was taking college classes when he already had a sucessful business, he's weird like that. Probably because he was bored.

-Rok Soo was his roommate. I mean it like platonic roommates, not the vine. Cale somehow convinced him to work at his company after college.

-Ohn and Lily became friends after this.

-The rest of the Henituse family didn't find out about the incident until months later. They freak out a bit before Lily tell them that Cale already solved it. And Bassen is like "yeah, that tracks", which turns into an explanation about his own past bullying situation. Which leads to them connecting the dots. They freak out.

-Cale is walking between classes when he gets a call from Deruth. Half of the campus could heard the "CaLE hENiTuSE, did you sabotage yourself to help Bassen?!". And the "WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT WHAT'S THE PROBLEM?! YOU COULD HAD BEEN HURT!". A few seconds later, it was the whole campus that heard the "AN ACT? IT WAS ALL AN ACT?!".

-Thanks to the people who were near enough to listen to Cale's replies, now the whole campus labeled him of eccentric genius. The general consensus is that he's a good person, too.

-The acting class teacher kept running after Cale, trying to get him into his class after he heard Deruth's last scream. He tries harder after he overhears Cale saying "what? Like it was difficult. You guys are just easy to fool" when his childhood friends asked. Amiru is between the best students, she's definitely not easy to fool.

#lcf #og cale henituse #original cale henituse #og!cale henituse #lily henituse #bassen henituse #deruth henituse #the image of the acting teacher pestering og!cale to become an actor live rent free in my head #fic ideas #lily henituse is precious and must be cherished

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aurorapillar · 4 years

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Title: and even now, you’re my light Fandom: Trash of the Counts Family Characters: Derth Henituse, Raon Miru, Rosalyn, Mary, Ron Molan, On, Hong, Eruhaben, Choi Han, Alberu Crossman

Summary: Cale falls during the final battle with The White Star and his friends grieve him. inspired by the song Lemon by Kenshi Yonezu

How good it would have been if this were all just a dream Even now, I still dream of you Like I’m going home to get something I’ve forgotten I dust off my old, worn memories

Duke Henituse had still been young when his first wife had died and his son even younger, it had been only Cale who made it possible for him to get through that time of grief and now he was gone too. It hadn't seemed real when they'd been told of his death; Prince Alberu himself had come to tell them the news and all Deruth could remember thinking as the prince spoke was that it couldn't be true, his son couldn't be dead.

He’d wanted it to be just a dream, a nightmare he could wake up from at any moment, but Violan’s painful grip on his arm and the sight of her pale face told him it was all too real. Despite Cale not having been one of her children by blood, she had loved him all the same and her grief was evident in her expression and the way she clung to him like he was the only thing keeping her upright.

Lily and Basen’s expressions hadn’t been anymore calm, both of them had looked up to their brother, had strove to improve themselves in order to be able to support him; the back they had chased after had disappeared though, leaving behind a gaping void that he could only hope they’d be able to climb out of.

Twenty-one years, in the end that was all the time his son had gotten; Deruth had watched him grow from a cheerful young boy into a spoiled teenager, and then turn his life around and rise up to become a hero to more than just the Roan Kingdom. He’d been kind, generous, loyal and above all fully willing to put his life on the line to protect others; he’d been a good person, a good son, and Deruth missed him so much.

The last thing you taught me Is that there are types of happiness that don’t come back The dark past I kept hidden and unsaid Would have remained forever dark, if I hadn’t met you

The first thing Raon had come to know in his life was pain, from the moment he’d been born up until he was four, suffering had been his constant companion. The only thing that had kept him going throughout the days of torture and darkness was his anger and thoughts of revenge; there had been no joy, no hope, only agony and the thought that one day he would make them pay.

Then Cale had come along and pulled him out of the dark and into the light; he’d given Raon not only his freedom, but also a home, a name and a family. For the first time in his life Raon had gotten to enjoy the feeling of happiness; alongside Cale he’d gotten to travel all over the world and meet all kinds of people and do all kinds of things. Of course there had been some tough times too, Cale had caused him lots of stress because of his self-sacrificing nature, but he wouldn’t have traded it all for anything in the world.

Somehow he'd thought those days would manage to last forever, that he'd spend all of his life safe and happy alongside Cale; it was only as he stood crouched beside Cale’s cooling body, tears falling from his eyes, that he realized how wrong he'd been. Those happy days were gone, and no matter how hard he wished, it was impossible to bring them back. He'd never again feel Cale’s hand gently petting his head, or curl up next to him at night, they'd never go loot bad guy’s safes again, or scam people into doing what they wanted; Cale would never be there to comfort him when he wasn't feeling great or mighty either, would never again tell him not to ask obvious questions.

He'd said many times that he'd destroy the world if Cale died, but the moment Cale did, his world had already been destroyed.

I know there’s no possible way I could ever be hurt any more than this

Rosalyn knew she had been lucky compared to most of her friends in that she'd led a life largely free of sadness and loss; there had been hard times for her of course, there were for everyone, but never to the extent that many she knew had gone through. Even when she'd renounced her royal heritage she hadn't really lost her family or home, even if it was in a different manner than before she could still see and interact with them, plus she'd found a new home a friend's along the way.

Cale’s death though had brought with it pain like she'd never felt before; it was strange really, they'd all spent so much time worrying over Cale's health and the way he pushed himself so hard, but the idea of him dying had always felt like an unreal possibility because there was no way such a thing could happen. He was a force of nature just as much as his powers were, it was him who had brought them all together and changed their lives, there was no way he could ever go away.

But then he had.

Even all the times she'd strained and pushed her body to limit had never hurt as much as the loss of him, it was a soul-wrenching pain that didn't seem to end, and she didn't know if it ever would.

Even the sadness of those days, even the pain of those days I loved every bit of it, with you by my side

Mary had lived a life full of pain, as a necromancer there was no other way she could live; despite that, she'd always tried her best to stay hopeful, to look for the light even if she couldn't be a part of it. Then Cale had come along and things had changed, he offered her a chance to step out into the world above, to be part of something she'd only ever been able to dream about until then.

It hadn't been easy of course, necromancers were still hated and feared, but he'd given her a home and his protection. In return she'd done her best to aid him however she could; no matter how much it hurt her every time she controlled her bones and sent them to fight, it was all worth it to protect the happiness and family she'd found.

And with time she had come to be loved by more than just her friends; people didn't turn away in fear at the sight of her, but cheered and called out her name; children in the streets wore black robes and pretended to fight off enemies. The light she'd been only able to watch from a distance for so long had finally found its way to where she could reach it.

It was Cale she had to thank for it, and even though he was gone, she knew she would never forget all that he'd done for her.

In my heart, never coming out, is the bitter smell of lemon I can’t go home until the rain lets up And even now, you’re my light

Cale had hated bitter things, that was a fact that as head butler to the Henituse family, Ron Molan had known very well; and yet he'd always choked down whatever lemon-flavored drink Ron had brought him without complaint. Oh, he'd curl his lips in disgust or shoot annoyed glances at his back when he thought Ron wasn't looking, but never once did he tell him to take it back or bring him something different.

The same went for the duties that fell to him as he made his way through life; many bitter tasks had landed on the young master-nim’s shoulders, but he'd pushed through, fulfilling each on as best he could even when it was clear he didn't want to. It was that attitude that he'd carried with him until the very end, and it had left Ron wishing that just once he would have said "No, take it back," instead of drinking it all down.

There were so many years that should have been ahead of Cale, so many things he should have been able to still do; and yet despite all the additional chances he had made possible for other people, there had been none left for him.

The sky had poured the day of his funeral, almost as if it too was mourning, and even once the clouds had cleared Ron had been able to tell that the rain continued on in people's hearts. It had been no different for him and Beacrox of course, they'd been around for Cale’s whole life and while they hadn’t always liked him, he’d ended up earning their respect. It had been Cale who’d saved Ron’s life when he’d poisoned, Cale who had made it possible for him to have two arms again, and Cale who had given them the chance to get revenge for what had happened to the Molan household. He’d lit the way for them, just like he had for so many others, and continued to do so even now that his light had burned out.

In the darkness, I traced your back I remember its outline vividly

On remembered well the night before the final battle with The White Star; it had been the first time in quite a while that everyone had all gathered together, from those of them who had started off together in the Henituse territory, to the newer allies they had made along the way. They had all been talking, planning and desperately hoping that everything would turn out alright the next day.

She had seen Cale standing there, his back to her as he spoke to Choi Han and Raon, telling them what their tasks would be in the upcoming battle; their weak human had seemed so strong and sturdy in that moment, despite the weight of the world resting on his shoulders, and she'd felt sure in her heart that she'd never forget the sight. She'd been so sure while watching him that night, that everything would be okay; that they'd defeat The White Star for good and come back home to live a peaceful life, all of them together. Those thoughts seemed so foolish now, with the fight behind them, but grief still paving the way ahead; without Cale was there really even someplace to go home to?

Each time I encounter something I can’t fully accept Nothing wells up but my tears

Hong had seen plenty of hardship in his short life, of course he knew his sister had done her best to shield him from all that she could, but she hadn’t been able to protect him from everything. They’d struggled after escaping from their tribe, with no money, no home, and no food; it had been hard to survive; all they’d been able to do was keep moving from place to place and hope for the best. Cale had been the first person to reach out a hand and offer them kindness, he’d offered them first food and then a home, only requiring that they be useful in exchange.

So they’d done their best, following Cale’s orders and doing what they could to help; for any problem they came up against Cale always had a solution, all they had to do was listen and occasionally berate him when he got too reckless. It had been a fun life, they’d traveled all over the world and done all kinds of things; from fighting in a war and igniting a rebellion, to running an inn and stealing from people, they’d done it all.

That had come to an end though, and Hong didn't know what to do, didn't know how to accept that Cale was gone. It was more than just having lost a friend and benefactor, though it had never been said out loud and they'd only gotten to spend three years with him, Cale had been the closest thing they'd had to a parent. He'd fed and cared for them, protected them, bought them whatever they wanted, and even if he hadn't always been the most obvious about showing it, he'd loved them.

It wasn't fair that he was gone, Hong wanted him back! But no matter how many tears he cried it couldn't change a thing.

What were you doing? What were you looking at? Your face turned to the side, expression unknown

Cale had been quiet the final night before the battle, not that that was unusual; for all that he had once been called trash, in the time Eruhaben had known him, he'd rarely acted in a manner one would consider loud. His silence had seemed rather pensive that night though, which at the time Eruhaben had assumed was simply due to the importance of the upcoming fight and the weight resting on his shoulders. It was only in hindsight that he realized there might have been more to it than that.

He hadn't been able to see his expression that night, Cale had been turned away from him, gaze focused on the fireplace as he gently petted Raon's head, but Eruhaben couldn’t help but be curious what it would have told him if he had seen it. Had Cale known what was going to happen? Had he known that he wouldn't survive, that the price for The White Star’s defeat would be his life?

Eruhaben suspected that may have been the case, and one of his actions prior to battle only furthered that suspicion; Cale had handed him a familiar cracked jar and told him to think about it after the battle. He could not see any reason for Cale to not have waited until afterward except that he’d either known or suspected it would be his last chance to do so.

It was frustrating, he’d never expected to meet such an annoying and unlucky pair as Raon and Cale, and yet the two of them had managed to worm their way into his heart despite his attempts to avoid it; they were his precious children and it had been his plan to spend the little remaining time he had left teaching and protecting them before dying satisfied. The two of them had refused to let him do so, however, with the unlucky punk almost outright ordering him to live longer; they’d worn him down until he’d acquiesced to hanging on a little longer. Just a year more, that was what he’d thought, enough time to hopefully see things to the end and let the other’s better come to terms with his impending death.

In the end, though, it had been Cale who went to his rest first, leaving Eruhaben with the feeling that he could not yet go; Raon and the other’s couldn’t lose someone else so soon. No doubt Cale had known such a thing would happen, had known he’d feel too guilty to die and would have to stick around; what a selfish punk, forcing a decision on him. He couldn’t find it in himself to really be upset though, not after Cale had given his all to protect his friends and the world.

Eruhaben didn’t know how many more years the artifact could give him, but whatever it could he’d take and spend it watching over those left behind. It was all he could do.

If you’re somewhere now, just the way I am Trapped in loneliness, suffering and crying Somehow, please, just forget about me I wish for it so strongly, with all my heart That even now, you’re my light

Cale Henituse was not the first person to have shown Choi Han kindness in the new world he’d ended up in, that had been the people in Harris Village, but it had been Cale who’d reached out to him when he was at his darkest point. He was the reason Choi Han had been able to climb out of the hole of despair that he had been trapped in and so he’d sworn to protect him, but in the end, he’d failed; he could fight Cale’s enemies but no matter how strong he got he’d never been able to protect Cale from his own self sacrificial tendencies.

He wondered where Cale was now that he’d died. Had he just ceased to be? Was he in an afterlife somewhere? Had he ended up back in Korea? Choi Han had no answers to those questions, all he knew was that if Cale still existed in some shape or form, then he hoped he would forget all about them.

Such a wish would probably seem cruel to other people, and Choi Han knew it was selfish, but he also thought such a thing would be a kindness; there were many things he’d never gotten to know about Cale, about Kim Rok Soo, but he did know his greatest fear was ending up all alone. It wasn’t a fact that the rest of their group knew, at least as far as he knew, and he was pretty sure the only reason he’d been told was because Cale had been somewhat delirious from overusing his powers and worried about an injury Choi Han had gotten. It had stuck with him though, he knew what it was like to fear losing the people you cared about and that Cale had already been through it once before, same as him.

There was a certain irony to the fact that as it turned out, Cale hadn’t lost them, instead it had been them who lost him; but it didn’t change the fact that he was no longer with his family. Of course it was possible that there were other people who were dear to him wherever he was, but if there weren't, Choi Han would rather Cale forget all about them then remember and know what he had lost.

Choi Han knew that he himself would never forget though, head until the day he died, Cale would remain the light that guided his way.

Since then, when I think of you —Someone I loved More than I ever thought— My breath stops Even though you were by my side It’s almost like a lie But I’ll never forget it That’s the only thing I know for sure

Family had always been a rather complicated thing for Alberu; because of the need to hide his heritage, along with the battle for the throne, he’d never been able to be close with the human side of his family. And while he was close with his mother’s side of the family, their relationship had always had to remain secret; which while by no means lessened their love for each other, and yet could be rather stifling at times.

Meeting Cale though had filled a gap he hadn't fully realized existed; at first he’d simply been a necessary annoyance, however over time he’d come to be someone important to Alberu, the younger brother he’d really had. Unfortunately it hadn’t been until Cale was gone that it really struck him just how important he’d become; every time an issue came up that was tough to solve on his own, his first thought would be to get Cale’s help, only to realize he no longer could; every time the nobles spoke flattering words to him, he’d think about what a rude punk Cale tended to be; whenever he caught a glimpse of siblings together, there would be a sudden pain in his chest.

He’d only known Cale for a total of three years, but that had been long enough to leave an irreparable Cale shaped hole behind, once he’d left. It almost seemed like a dream sometimes, the days they’d spent side by side, working for the betterment of both the Roan Kingdom and their world. There had been hard times and lots of headaches, most of which had been caused by Cale, but Alberu wouldn’t trade those experiences for anything. The memories of them and of Cale would stay in his heart and he would never forget.

Even the sadness of those days, even the pain of those days I loved every bit of it, with you by my side In my heart, never coming out, is the bitter smell of lemon I can’t go home until the rain lets up Like one half of a split fruit Even now, you’re my light

#trash of the count's family #i don't want to tag all the characters in this #my writing

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