#platonic tcf

[rie-092]

CURSED CHILD.

「 tcf x child! reader 」

summary : the white star loved his child, he really does.

‘ OH, GOSH. I HATE MY LIFE. ’

The red-haired child couldn't help but frown as she walked through the hallways of the orphanage. Everyone knew how famous the Sekka family is in the Paerun Kingdom. That's why when the son and the future duke of that family showed an interest in an orphan like her, the whole orphanage became happy.

The little redhead's reddish brown eyes held a glint of annoyance as she looked at her arms that were covered with the sleeves of her clothes. The fact that the young master of the Sekka dukedom is here to visit her again, made the staff of the orphanage buy an expensive-looking dress that'll surely cover her bruises and dress her up. "You better not mess up this time, (name)."

"Yes." The little girl blankly said as they stopped walking. (Name), the girl looked at the huge door in front of her with a stoic expression on her face. "You were lucky that Young Master Clopeh is fond of you."

Fond? Seems like he's obsessed to me.

She deadpanned, watching how the woman in front of her opened the door. Revealing a young man sitting in a wheelchair, elegantly sipping on his tea. Rei could only sigh as she saw how the woman who was supposed to be her caretaker blushed at the sight. And she only blushed even more when Clopeh tucked his white hair behind his ear as his brilliant green eyes met (name)'s reddish-brown ones. (Name) wanted to curse and run away when she saw how Clopeh's face brightened when he saw her.

"(Name)!"

Rei's lips curved onto a bright smile as she walked towards Clopeh while internally telling herself that violence was never an answer. "Hello, sir!" Acting like a child was something that Rei was used to so this was a piece of cake for her. Clopeh smiled fondly as he ruffled (Name)'s hair before looking at the woman behind her, signalling her to leave. And the woman gladly obeyed.

And seeing that her caretaker left. (Name) found herself wishing that the Arm would appear before her and slash her body into two so she could just move on to her next life and make sure to avoid the people who were similar to the guy in front of her. The calm and noble-like aura that Clopeh was radiating earlier completely disappeared. He clasped his hands together and started reciting some kind of prayer before looking at the little redhead with a blush on his face.

This lunatic. (Name) sweatdrop.

The most handsome bachelor in the Paerun Kingdom? A noble knight? The future head of the Sekka household? No. In (name)'s eyes, Clopeh Sekka was a certified lunatic who for some reason started to treat her like some kind of God.

"I brought your favourite cookie with me, (Name)-nim."

Ah fuck, I hate my life.

#platonic #tcf x reader #manhwa x reader #platonic yandere x reader #trash of the count's family #lout of the count’s family #yandere manhwa x reader #cale henituse x reader #white star #alberu crossman #lcf #raon miru #eruhaben #sheritt #series #platonic yandere #clopeh sekka #platonic tcf

[ringoahiru]

When Alberu is stressed/having a mental breakdown:

Cale: *answering Alberu's call* Is there any problem, your highness?

Alberu: Cale Henituse, I need you to come and kill me. RIGHT. NOW.

Cale:

Cale: I'll be there as soon as possible.

Alberu: ... Thank you.

#proceeds to listen to alberu's rambling #maybe cale will let alberu cuddle him #i need more platonic alcale #and their siblings goals #even though i do ship them romantically #lcf #lout of the count’s family #tcf #trash of the count's family #cale henituse #alberu crossman #headcanon

[rouecentric]

A GENUINE FRIEND FOR A LONELY PRINCE.

SYN. alberu is reluctant to let anyone get close to him, except for you.

CHARS. alberu crossman.

CONTAINS. brief angst followed with fluff, hcs + slight storyline, borderline word vomit bc words can't explain how skrunkly this man is, can be read as platonic or romantic, gender neutral reader.

ALBERU crossman isn't someone who would freely express himself, neither would he let just anyone casually touch him, even if it was a family member. of course, with the only known exception being you, a childhood friend of his that stayed by his side the entire time.

you were a noble's only child that was forced to go to a banquet hosted by the king and queen, accidentally meeting alberu when you lost your way back to the ballroom when you decided to do a little exhibition to the palace gardens, with him leading you back to your parents.

after that fiasco, you two started off as pen pals, and then quickly became close friends when both of your parents agreed to let you visit him, with you occasionally helping him in lessons he couldn't understand.

you were the more affectionate one in the friendship, whereas alberu was more "materialistic", spoiling you at whatever chance he had.

alberu was happy you were the one that would initiate the physical affection, as he couldn't afford to ruin his reputation by initiating it anywhere that was public enough. that, and the fact that he's kind of awkward, despite being somewhat of a two-faced person.

over the years, you two became practically inseparable, despite not seeing eachother that often due to your guys's duties that came with age, but that didn't change anything between your guys's dynamic, to be honest, alberu grew possibly even more attached to you and your affectionate actions even more, since he could rarely see you after becoming the crown prince.

he definitely will need to be comforted whenever cale starts to cause his shenanigans, the poor prince is going to have white hairs and he's not even in his forties!

#alberu crossman #alberu crossman x reader #tcf alberu #tcf #lcf #trash of the count's family #lout of the count’s family #manhwa #manhwa x reader #manhwaxreader #headcannons #platonic x reader #romantic x reader #romantic #platonic #platonic headcanons #not proofread

[illusionsofdreaming]

birds without feet;

Notes: I return to the blog with this monster of a ficlet. This was actually written for @nin-deer who very graciously allowed me to share it on the blog as well. A small imagine that grew out of control haha... enjoy~ Ft: Beacrox

It was but a subtle shift of air that caused him to abandon his project. In an instant, he whipped around, knife in hand, its sharp blade poised just above the intruder's jugular, ready to cut deep with the slightest pressure.

Despite the threat of a blade at your neck, your smile was relaxed as you lifted the roll of parchment in your hand. “Delivery!”

His eyes quickly scanned the kitchen, noting the shifted curtains he pieced together your point of entrance. Only when you wiggled the paper impatiently did he finally drop the knife and swiped the parchment from your hand, ignoring your huff of laughter as he scanned over its contents.

“It’s nice to see you too Beacrox. How have you been?” 

Your attempts at casual banter were ignored, but the moment you began reaching for the food on the table, his gaze snapped to yours, promising pain should you attempt further.

You were wise enough to heed his warning as you stepped back, hands raised in surrender. “Sheesh, you’re not going to make any friends if you keep acting this way.”

Crumpling the piece of paper, he threw it into the fireplace as you clicked your tongue in mock annoyance.

Had he cared for your opinion, he might’ve been annoyed, alas it was easy to dismiss as he threw a pouch in your direction, the clink of gold muted as you caught it from the air. He watched as you tossed the bag a few times before pocketing it.

You must have caught the confusion on his face as you glanced up with a grin. “I know you won’t cheat me of my payment.”

Though it was the truth—Molan’s motto was always to repay what’s due—such blatant admission of trust from someone working in the dark underbelly of society puzzled him, and without meaning to, he’d let his displeasure slip through. “It could’ve been filled with rocks.”

You blinked, head tilted as if you’re considering the possibility, then you laughed. “Then I suppose I’ll be a few pretty rocks richer.”

He scowled and returned to his work, grabbing his knife to hide the flush of annoyance he felt by your flippant answer. You knew such responses would annoy him, and he refused to give you the satisfaction of being correct.

One does not survive long in the underworld with their morals and innocence intact. Your deliberate pushing of buttons was another tactic to wheedle information from your targets, and he wasn't inclined on revealing anything. You already know far too much as is.

“Leave,” he ordered, his limited patience well and truly spent. 

“Always a pleasure talking to you, Bea~”

He threw the knife in his hand, but by the time he turned around, you were already gone. The only evidence of your visit was the lingering echoes of your laughter and a missing tart from the plate of desserts he'd prepared earlier.

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As you kept the package just out of his reach, he couldn’t help but think: for a grown person jaded by the underworld, you sure liked acting like a child at times.

“You just thought of something rude didn’t you?”

His gaze snapped to yours. “You forget who you’re dealing with.” he warned coldly. The Molan household might have fallen from grace but just because he had traded his daggers for kitchen knives, they were no less lethal in his hands. Was it confidence or foolishness that made you dare to test his patience?

The silence in the kitchens was deafening as your eyes met across the counter. 

“I haven’t,” You said finally, “not once.” Your smile was wry and lacked its usual cheer but the heaviness in your tone bore the weight of many secrets, of someone who knew far more than what they’re letting on. He’s faced with an uncanny sense of unbelonging and emptiness that seemed eerily familiar. 

But with a blink of an eye, the mask that had slipped had righted itself. “I have a change of mind,” You sat on the edge of the counter island, tension and somber mood shaken off, replaced with an all too sunny smile. “I’d like another form of payment for the information I’m selling.”

He felt anger lick up his throat as his fist clenched above the table. “That was not part of our deal.”

“An amendment to the agreement then, if you will-”

“I refuse.”

Your peals of laughter filled the room, “You didn’t even let me finish!”

“I refuse.” He repeated sternly. Knowing your personality, it would be an amendment that would greatly irritate or inconvenience him. 

“I’d like you to cook a dish for me.” You continued, ignoring his words. 

There was a sharp snap as the corner of the table cracked under his hand as incredulity stole over his face. 

To begin with, payment for your services had never been cheap, each bag of gold was worth more than several months’ worth of food. If all you wanted was a decent meal, then you’ve already been charging enough to dine at any of Roan kingdom’s finest restaurants.

“It’s not a dish that can be found on any menu in the kingdom.” You tutted as if you knew the thoughts that were going through his head. “It’s not something that can be bought with gold.” 

You’re pulling his leg. “And why do you think I’d care to create a dish no one’s heard of?” Beacrox asked through gritted teeth.

“I know you don’t.” You laughed, lips slanted with a smile. “It’s something I’ve tasted a long time ago but have no idea how it’s made. I’ll describe what I remember and if you believe it’s impossible to recreate or not worth the hassle,” you shrugged in an exaggerated display of nonchalance, “then I’ll take the usual payment like nothing’s changed. It’s a good deal for you right?”

Nothing about this deal made sense. You’re essentially offering your services for free while he’d benefit regardless of whether he succeeds in recreating the dish or not. His expression was stiff as he crossed his arms.

You set the package down on the table gently and slid a piece of folded paper next to it. “Take your time to think about it.” You offered as you pulled your hood up. You left the kitchens as quietly as you’d arrived, leaving him to brood in the silence left behind.

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“Here.” he sets the completed project on the table with the reluctance of a person who would rather be anywhere else but in the kitchens at that very moment. He folded his arms, pinning his hands to his chest, resisting the urge to snatch the plate and throw it in the trash, calling off the deal.

Beacrox had no expectations of being able to recreate a dish he had never heard of. Yet, from the moment he set the plate down, you stiffened in place, your pleasant smile melting away, replaced by shock.

“Well?”, You flinched as he prompted impatiently. You pulled the dish closer, your smile weak and crooked. 

“I was just a bit surprised that’s all..” your voice trailed off.

He filed your reactions away in the back of his mind.

Your grip was uncertain but eventually you picked a piece from the plate and placed it in your mouth.

You froze in place, and he immediately slid a cup of water and bowl over. 

But you surprised him when you kept it in and swallowed. “It…” He watched as your face straightened slowly, all visible emotions ironed away into one of careful neutrality. 

“..tastes nothing like it.” 

When vague subjective descriptions on a slim piece of paper were all that he had to work with, he’d expected this outcome. The bag of gold he had prepared in advance was tossed onto the table as he reached to retrieve the dish, only to be deterred when sharp pain sprang across the back of his hand. The surprise he felt from the fact he’d failed to catch your movements was swiftly replaced by irritation when he realised you’d slapped him. 

His eyes narrowed, “What are you-“

“I’m taking it.” you said and to his utter confusion, went on to shove another bite in your mouth.

“You just said-“

“I know what I said.” you huffed, “I never said the dish had to taste right did I? It’s a good first try-“ His eyebrows lifted as you suddenly lost the ability to maintain eye contact with him. “Anyways, I’ll be the judge of what’s accepted and I say this passes.”

You've always been an eccentric character, but just when he thought you couldn't faze him further, you managed to render him speechless yet again. Till now, he’s yet to figure out your intention behind your request, if taste was not a priority then what use was creating the dish you’re looking for? 

“Get out of my kitchen.”

“But I haven’t-“

“Out.”

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Of all the informants in the kingdom, none possessed skills that could surpass yours. It was why, despite the many headaches you induced, Beacrox had chosen to suffer your pestering for so long.

Not one of his sources has ever confirmed how you acquire your information or seen you in action. Yet the intelligence you provide, which has, at many times, sounded unbelievable, had been proven to be true time and time again. 

Perhaps the strangest thing of all was that, despite the ease with which you uncover others' secrets, the same couldn’t be said vice versa. Little to no information could be found regarding your background, whatever was found was obviously doctored, being far too mundane for someone of your skills. You were either incredibly thorough at covering your tracks or an experienced fraudster, and Beacrox was inclined on believing the latter.  

Your unpredictable behaviour made it hard to judge whether you’re an ally or foe, so it was only natural that he’d sought for leverage to hold against you in case there’ll be a day you’d decide to betray them and sell their secrets to their enemies. 

That was the only reason he would consider playing along with your games.

Though he knew not the significance of these dishes to you, he had hoped they would provide some insight on your background or places you’ve been to where other sources have failed to narrow down. 

But of course even the meals you’d request would be harder if not just as difficult to trace as well.

It was only a matter of time before you caught onto his intentions, after all, he’d never kept his investigations a secret. Yet instead of pulling back like he’d expected, you had become bolder in your requests, eyes sparkling with mischief as if you understood the frustration he was going through and still remain one infuriating step ahead of him at all times. 

He’d considered the possibility that you could be pulling his leg, but there was something about the nostalgia in your eyes as you taste each dish that made Beacrox believe in their authenticity. 

He glanced at a small box hidden by the side, within held a small but steadily growing pile of recipes of unknown origins. Not for the first time, Beacrox found himself questioning if all these peaceful days have turned him soft after all.

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A familiar, unwelcome figure was sitting in his fresh crate of produce.

A quick scan around the area confirmed that you were alone and he walked over to assess your state. A splatter trail led up to the crate you sat on and his brows furrowed in distaste. The darkness made it difficult to immediately see any obvious signs of injuries and when you made no reaction to his presence, he kicked the crate below you.

“Ow.” you stirred, complaining with a soft laugh. 

Conscious. 

“Why are you here?”

Your unannounced visit broke one of many unspoken rules governing their kind. As people maintaining a delicate facade, unexpected visits were not merely discouraged but deemed perilous. No one would fault him should he choose to silence you then and there - such was the severity of your faux pas - yet he stood, only mildly irritated, at the disruption you’ve brought to a peaceful night.

It took a moment longer than he liked before you gathered enough strength to speak. “Sorry,” you apologised and for once, actually sounding it. “I just need a little rest. I’ll be out of your hair soon.”

Your laboured breathing and unfocused gaze suggested otherwise and he folded his arms as the dreadful feeling of his plans for an early night slipped through his fingers like fine sand. 

“How bad is it?” 

Impatiently he waited for you to process his words, your sluggishness a strange contrast to your usually sharp wit and quick retorts. 

“It’s been treated.” 

The smell of blood was sharp and acrid, he would have to clean the stains soon if he wished to avoid its scent lingering in the area. “I will not ask again.” He warned.

You were exhausted, it could be seen from your posture and expression. Though he understood the instinct to hide one’s weakness, from the moment you chose to rest here it wasn’t a matter of ‘if’ the truth comes out but a matter of ‘when’ and Beacrox would preferred if it happened sooner rather than later.

Just as he was contemplating the benefits of leaving you to your fate, your lips loosened. “Stab wound on the left, missed vitals. I’ve been tended to but some of the stitches might have opened up.”

That would explain the bloody trail you left. He should count his blessings that it didn’t sound too bothersome, assuming you hadn't foolishly downplayed the severity of your injuries. Your arms came up defensively as he began moving towards you, eyes widening with surprise, “Wait-“

His arms slipped under and around and with barely a grunt of effort, he lifted you up. The sudden motion drew a muffled groan from you and he allowed you a brief moment to collect yourself before he began moving. From this position, he could acutely feel the heat radiating from your skin and the tremors that wracked your body. 

Your confusion and trepidation were clear and it was with some hesitation before you decided to open your mouth-

“Save your breath.” He advised and you obediently swallowed your words.

He moved you into the storage shed behind the kitchen. Though dark, he navigated through the small space easily, setting you on the surface of several boxes, he stepped back to note that you’ve lost consciousness. The walk hadn’t been far but you must have exhausted your reserves traveling here.

From the darkness he brought out a small knife and paused, looking at your face, sweat slicked yet slack from tension, having found an escape from the worries troubling you - however temporary. He recognised that this moment might be a rare opportunity to unveil the secrets you hide, yet as quick as the notion flitted through his mind, it was dismissed just as quickly. With methodical precision, he cut open the side of your shirt where red had stained through.

The wound was as you’d described, if not a bit irritated and swollen. Basic first aid had been applied, though the messy stitch work left much to be desired, it did its job in holding your injury closed. A few stitches had come loose and will need to be reworked but nothing that he’s not capable of handling even with his limited medical knowledge.

As his gaze roamed to your face checking, yes, you were still unconscious, he left and returned moments later with a candle, clean water, cloth and a clean shirt. 

A dusty shed and mere candlelight were far from an ideal setting to perform any kind of wound care, but he doubted you’d care at this point. Pristine, white gloves snapped on, he made short work of cleaning, restitching and bandaging your wound. 

He was about to tilt a bottle of potion into your lips when you mumbled. He paused, waiting to see if you were regaining consciousness. You mumbled again and he frowned. It took him few moments before he realised two things: you weren’t waking up anytime soon and the words you’re mumbling, weren’t in a language from Roan or even any of the neighbouring kingdoms. 

As a master assassin, he had learned many languages, so the fact that you spoke one that he couldn’t place piqued his interest. He watched your lips, intent on studying and memorising the unique intonations and pitch, however, it seems your instincts finally kicked in, and though still unconscious, you’d stopped mumbling. 

Even out cold, you’d find a way to be bothersome. There was nothing more he could do, he left the folded, clean shirt he brought along by your side and with one final glance at your still form, he closed the doors behind him and locked it.

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He returned the next morning to a broken lock and an empty shed. In place of where you’re supposed to be was instead a piece of paper and a bag of coins. 

“Thanks for last night. Sorry about your spuds, I’ve replaced them for you :)”

A glance to the side confirmed the presence of a fresh crate of potatoes and a slip of paper containing the description of a dish never heard of before in the kingdom.

And for the first time ever, a name to go alongside the unfamiliar dish.

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You never mentioned what happened that night and he didn’t pry. Still, something seemed to have shifted between the two of you.

He no longer chases you away the moment you appear, while you've learned to place yourself to avoiding getting in the way of his cooking. He pretends not to notice when you arrive with injuries and you feign surprise at finding mysterious salves appearing nearby. 

“Aw, did you miss my company?” you teased when you caught his gaze assessing you after dropping by from one of your longer absences.

Beacrox made no attempt to conceal the dry scowl on his face. “Like one misses a rat infestation.”

“Charming~” you beamed.

Some things, still don’t change no matter what. 

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In the end, it was the one question he couldn’t figure out. 

“Why me?”

The dishes you've shared are simple, you could've hired any other chef, given the same descriptions and they would’ve achieved similar results. But you chose to badger him, an unknown chef working for a humble count's family instead.

You paused in your devouring of yet another strange dish, blinking as if surprised that he would be the first to initiate conversation.

“Why Bea! You should have more confidence in yourself, you’re one of the best chefs in Roan!”

It was as obvious a deflection as he ever saw. His fingers tightened around his arms and he took a slow breath. So you’re going to be stubborn. Well, two can play that game. He tried another angle. 

The words tasted foreign on his tongue, but they were something that turned over and over in his mind since that night. He’d probably horribly butchered the pronunciation but it seemed the meaning was successfully relayed from the way your eyes widened and your pupils shook with recognition. 

The utensil held in your hand clattered to the table and Beacrox kept his eyes trained on you, taking in your paling face. When it didn't seem like you would offer an explanation, he continued.

“It’s what you kept repeating that night.“

A myriad of emotions crossed your face: shock, confusion, fear, and finally, resignation. 

In the silence, you slowly repeated those same words. Sharp, crisp and wholly foreign. 

"“Home,” your voice was soft, but it was the loudest thing in the kitchen. “‘I want to go home.’” you swallowed thickly, a wavering smile on your face. “that’s probably what I said.”

There was a lot to unpack from that revelation. 

He was suddenly reminded of how you’d react to the dishes each time, savouring each one, scouring the plates clean despite the differences in tastes. You ate not to fulfil the hunger of the body but to satisfy a craving of the mind. After receiving the recipe with a foreign name, it had confirmed one suspicion of his, that wherever these dishes came from, whether it was a place or a person that you're reminiscing about, they're likely no longer accessible.

You're reliving memories through dishes you barely remember. Chasing ghosts in your memories in search of some semblance of normalcy. 

Trust was a limited and rare currency in the underworld, hoarded jealously and coveted by many. You’d handed him the leash he’d sought since he agreed to your little game yet he felt gutted by the weight of the revelation, his shoulders burdened.

“Why me?” He repeated softly.

You watched him. “I don’t know.” Your voice sounded small and so tired. “I thought maybe, if it’s anyone, you’d probably understand.”

What does the concept of home and person mean when they no longer exist? Who are they but displaced people playing roles too big or small to hold their histories? Bearing memories of a place and person, but unable to find an equivalent?

It was a mistake. He shouldn’t have asked.

“But I wasn’t lying you know?” you added suddenly and he looked up in confusion, the smile you wore was weaker than usual but it was genuine. 

“You are one of the best chefs in all of Roan.” You declared in that same, familiar confidence which you use to share all those impossible, far-fetched sounding intel that always, turns out to be fact. 

For some inexplicable reason, it was that simple statement that dispersed the tempest building within.

Beacrox sighed, ran his hand through his hair, and exhaled through his nose.

And perhaps, there was a small, exasperated chuckle.

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“Bea please marry me.”

It wasn't often, but on rare occasions, he would nail the taste of a dish right.

He didn’t bother with a response but moved to refill your plate nonetheless.

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“Thank you.”

He paused while wiping the dishes. “For what?”

“Just,” Your gaze dropped to the plate before you as your fork tapped lightly against the edge. “Thank you for the food.”

Beacrox watched as you returned to eating, mind filled with memories of all the dishes he's made, of greatswords and bladed edges, and thought of what home and belonging is. 

We’re not so different. The idea of it wasn't as horrifying as he had thought. Once, perhaps he would’ve been unnerved by the sentimentality. There are still so many things that remain a secret when it comes to you, and yet, as you close your eyes to savor each bite, he feels as if he knows you better than most.

You ate in comfortable silence. He rolled his shoulders and allowed the tension in them to drop off. 

This might not be ‘home’ but for now, this moment was as good a resting place as any for people like them.

“You’re welcome.” he said softly. 

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BONUS:

Once again, it begins with a ridiculous request from you.

“Bea please, you have to prepare this for Choi Han. I’ll even sell you my kidneys, I really need to know his reaction.” 

What value would owning your kidneys have? That you’d blatantly suggest such things to an assassin like himself was laughable, stranger still was his playing the fool and following along anyways.

He didn't question how you knew about their mansion's new guest, though your sudden interest in the visitor when you’ve shown no such interest in past guests was worthy of note. Even he had unconsciously tensed when the young master had introduced him. Something about the newcomer didn’t seem right. They were strong, but their potential was untapped and raw, like an uncontrollable beast on the verge of lashing out at any moment.

The glimmer of something in your eyes further confirmed his suspicions. You knew something about this stranger though you refused to reveal more, only promising that he’s not a threat to him or Ron. 

He frowned at the pot of red he’s stirring, the pungent smell wafting through the room. Footsteps from the doorway had him looking up, but the person that crossed the threshold was not the person he’d expected. 

The young master stepped in with a cautious look in his eyes. 

“I thought I smelled..” brown eyes narrowed at the pot he held. “What’s that?”

Beacrox glanced down at the strange dish he was asked to prepare, wondering why of all people that could’ve come, it would be Cale Henituse. 

“A dish a friend taught me to make.” Then for some reason unbeknownst to him, he offered. “Would the young master like to try?”

Cale hesitated, but eventually slid himself onto a seat, choosing the one farthest away from him. At least the young master seemed sober. Beacrox felt no fondness for the young master he served, even if it was true that he had begun to change recently, raising even the interest of Ron. 

Spooning a small portion, he set the dish and utensils down before Cale, ignoring the young man’s flinch as he gauged Cale’s strange expressions. 

The young master stared at the dish as if it would leap up and attack him, his strange wariness reminded Beacrox of your reaction when he first presented that first unfamiliar dish to you. 

“.. there’s no way..” Cale muttered to himself as he poked and prodded until finally, he tried a bite. 

“What.. the hell?”

Beacrox had never seen the young master's eyes bug out like that, and he decided it was quite an entertaining sight, even if the dish’s original target wasn’t meant for the redhead. Still he stifled an irritated sigh as a thought crossed his mind when the young master exclaimed.

“How the hell did you learn to make kimchi?!”

“What the hell did you make me do this time _______?”

Notes: I've had lots of thoughts while writing this imagine turned fic. Nin-deer gave me a simple prompt of "cooking" and I went and turned it into lore- OTL even I don't understand the intricate workings of my brain. I've had to cut out some chapters details as it was growing out of hand so I hope everything's links together properly. I've reached that stage where I've reread a piece of writing so many times, nothing makes sense anymore. I've deliberately left the dishes 'cooked' vague so you're free to imagine whatever cuisine you'd like that Beacrox helped butcher 👍🏼

#TCF #TRASH OF THE COUNT'S FAMILY #IMAGINES #TCF X READER #Beacrox Molan #platonic #pre relationship #multiple identities #after a long hiatus #smacksdown with 4000 worded thesis #believe me when I said this monster got out of control #it was actually longer #i had to cut many parts out to prevent it from turning into a multichaptered fic #this au got out of hand #the lore I had planned... #i would love to see if I'll return to this AU #perhaps post the rest of the 'deleted' moments #would love to hear about everyone's theories on this ficlet

[valdeswan]

Cale and his family are so fucking touch starved that it is not even funny. Give them all the platonic physical love they need.

Hugs anytime, because why fucking not? Let the kids run in their room and give Cale hugs at random times in the day. Make him try to awkwardly hug Rosalyn to congratulate her for her achievements. Allow Mary to receive all the hugs from the wolves when she lets them ride the skeleton dragon.

Good greeting cheek kisses and goodbye kisses: This is a tradition that started with the tiger, but everyone adopts it when they see each other after a long time or if someone is going to be far away from the Rock Village.

Forehead kisses, mostly from Lord Sheritt, who shows affection to the kids, but also to Cale because he has this cute and weak appearance.

Nap time with all the wolf kids because they are just big dogs and everyone has a weak spot for them and their puppy eyes. In the nap time, Beacrox puts soft blankets and pillows in the grass and sits with the kids while reading; he says it´s because someone needs to take care of them, but everyone knows it's a lie.

Rosalyn making hairstyles and taking care of Cale's hair. Loving how soft and easy to brush it's.

Cuddling with the tigers—that is just all of them sleeping under the sun in the garden. Cale not very secretly love this moment of the day because is literally big cats with fluffy and soft fur to lie with.

Basically, he and his family fixing and taking care of all the touch-starved lives they had. Alberu, Choi Han, Rosalyn, I bet nobody touched them nicely too much I'm their fucking lives.

#cale really saw the sadest people and just said #you are my friend now #we love him for that #hug the babys #the babys: 1000 ancient dragon #healing the inner child of a group of people between 4 and 1000 year old #a big family full of broken people #in one moment i read almost every fic of tcf on AO3 and the soft gestures were not much a thing #cale henituse #tcf #lcf #trash of the count's family #platonic relationships #non native english speaker #im here just to give ideas because im not confident enough to publish anything more #please make it happen

[call-me-strega]

Idk what it is but something about the RokCale ship or even just their dynamic in general from the fanfics I've read that seems so enticing to me. I think it's the idea of someone seeing/knowing you at your (supposed) worst and still deciding to approach you, to believe you can be better (and that you are better than you think), and to love you. Or maybe it's the idea of someone who fundamentally very different from you and yet similar at the same time, who seems to know your heart like it's their own. Maybe it's the notion of being seen for what you are by some who gets it.

#rokcale #kim rok soo x og!cale henituse #The deep intamacy of having someone who sees you on an unspoken level #og!cale henituse #kim rok soo #platonic or romantic #tcf #totcf #lcf #lout of the count’s family #trash of the count's family

[blueteller]

New chapter of "On My Mark" is up! :D

#tcf #lcf #trash of the count's family #lout of the count’s family #cale henituse #cale #tcf cale #choi han #lee soo hyuk #choi jung soo #fanfic #fanfiction #tcf fic #my fanfiction #my writing #soulmate au #soulmark au #soulmarks #platonic soulmates

[muzwoom]

I dont even particularly ship it but its rlly a wonder to me that og cale x hans isnt shipped more? There are plenty of fics where cale and hans become rlly close after ron and vicross leave and where they become even closer during the war. And im like. But when do they kiss?? Yknow??

#not trying to say i dont like them platonically either #but i looked and i couldnt find a SINGLE ship fic!!! og cale gets shipped with *ron* more!!! #tcf #just talking dmm

[samberrybay]

Some soft AleCale for the soul

#i love their dynamic as platonic romantic and siblings #they just an amazing duo either way #this one was meant to be romantic tho #also happy pride month lol #trash of the count's family #tcf #lout of the count’s family #lcf #cale henituse #tcf cale #lcf cale #alberu crossman #tcf alberu #lcf alver #tcf novel #lcf novel

[rokso-o]

also i was super late to the party but...

like HUUHHHHHH HUH?!!¥}¥}}?¥£?| WHAT THE FUCKIEKE WHAT THE FUCKSKSKKKK ARE WE SEEING THIS SHITHDKD ARE WE SEEING THIS RN... NO COS WHAT GUARANTEES THAT I WILL NOT MAKE THIS ENTIRE BOOK COVER MY PERSONALITY TRAIT.... QUICKLY......

SIR CALE.... YOUNG MASTER CALE...... CALE-NIM...... YOUNG MASTER SILVER SHIELD........ IDC WHAT YOURE CALLED OR WHAT BUT I AM RESPECTFULLY LOOKING BARKK BARKKK AWOLLF WOOF AWWWOOLLOOO WHATGTTT WHAT IS THISJSKDJDKKDKD THIS IS ACTUALLY INSANE NOOOO NOOOO COS LOOK AT HIM. LOOK AT HIM!! , , ,, ,, !! ,!!!!!!! , ,

#down bad #on my knees #i feel my soul leaving my body #i just... jdkdjdkdjdk #head in hands #insufferable #THE TIDDIES WINDOW #CALE LEMME HAVE UR HAND IN MARRIAGE #SIGNGING UP TO BE CALE’S MARRIAGE PARTNER #EVEN PLATONICALLY #IDCCCC ANYMOREEEEEEE AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #cale henituse #tcf manhwa #tcf spoilers #trash of the count's family #lcf #lcf manhwa #lcf spoilers #lout of the count’s family #tcf #tcf novel #tcf cale #lcf cale

[masteri-0]

Man, I wonder how it'll feel like for an aro/ace person to suddenly be thrown into an otome game, or one of those romance fantasy isekais. Like damn, that'll be all levels of awkward and horrifying, but I want to see one where they just nail all the platonic routes. Why can't people simply exist as good friends regardless of gender? ╮(￣～￣)╭

This thought was inspired by seeing so many fics of Otome AU feat. Cale from TCF. Now don't get me wrong, I love them, but I can't see him having a special relationship with someone, not when there's such major found family platonic vibes.

Also, that guy's denial and inability to comprehend people liking him that way is possibly bigger than his workaholic tendencies, not to mention he doesn't seem like the type to ever give romance a second thought. Guy's already a single mom to... How many kids?

I must say tho, other than the romance aspect, Cake really seems to fit the Otome protagonist to a T (plus minus the tragic backstory and traumatic *waves* everything), just going around fixing all the problems, attracting 'flies' everywhere and causing misunderstandings. Atp I don't even know what I'm saying anym. Anyways I think I also just described like half the Korean novels out there, or maybe I just have a specific type.

Tldr; Cale is aro/ace (tbh the novel barely even touches on romance, which I am quite happy about), he deserves all the love in the multiverse, and we stan his one-sided pining of slacker life-chan

#im sleep deprived #lout of the count’s family #trash of the count's family #cale henituse #tcf #lcf #otome au #aroace #cale is aroace #i wish there were more fics on that #there are some but it's never enough

[rie-092]

CURSED CHILD

lout of the count's family | child! reader | masterlist

Cale Barrow didn't expected that the small child that he once tried to ignore became his whole world. But he cannot give up his dream for his precious child. So he stole the red and black egg, and after killing the members of the dragon slayer village, he also killed his daughter in the most painless way that he know. And because of breaking the vow of death that the dragon slayer village made with the last dragon lord. He got cursed, but little did he know, because of what he did. His innocent and fragile daughter also got cursed because of him. Now the question is, will she be able to break her curse after meeting Cale Henituse?

• first chapter : the lunatic.

• second chapter : the rumour

#trash of the count's family #manhwa x reader #platonic yandere #platonic yandere x reader #tcf x reader #child reader #manhwa #tcf cale #tcf sheritt #platonic tcf #tcf eruhaben #tcf white star #tcf alberu #tcf raon #tcf on #tcf hong #tcf choi han #i don't know what to tag this

[bitethedustfools]

Crossover ideas 1

TCF x TWST

(Spoiler alert. Beware)

Yall know that Lilia Vanrouge raised Malleus Draconia so I raised you this question: What happened when he meet Cale Henituse who also raised a baby dragon?

They both are father-shaped, a general/commander of war, a trusted friend of a royalty, you see the point.

I just wanna see some crossover between my beloved story/game and I do not have the skill to write a story. I only have idea.

I think its neat to put Cale in TWST world. Hes so lovable that small and big fairies alike just latched onto him even though he have such villainous traits thats barely shown unless someone mess with his loved ones. Just like a cat lounging around lazily but had no problem fcking you up.

The senate is gonna be fcked and got their golds looted or something because Cale is a scammer and got that Dominating aura and everyone keep mistaken him as a dragon.

Lilia is going to be his best friend or a platonic partner or something since they both are similars in so many ways. Look, they both have a dragon as their kid. It's perfect. let them raised them together.

Meleanor is 100% approved cuz she hates the senates and Cale did a great job giving a big middle finger at them.

Just imagined how he got dropped into this world out of the blue, cursing loudly at the gods like a sailor or just quietly seething cuz Raon is with him. Maybe he got dropped during a war, or infront of Lilia and perhaps Meleanor.

But anyway, everyone is watching him with surprise and with the intensity of the sun at what Cale, a stoic, pretty and a slender man, carrying so preciously and tenderly in his weak arms.

Its a dragon! A baby dragon!

Can you imagine the chaos? The misunderstanding? Like Raon, although his form is different than Meleanor's dragon form, he is by far most similar to her, minus the purple colour. It could be said a slight changes in characteristic due to different species of a father.

In other eyes, they probably mistaken him as the heir or that they dont know that Meleanor had two children and began to plot.

And then Raon, offended that they think he's someone elses son, pointed at Cale and said, "He's my father."

Que, everyone thinking he's a dragon or that Meleanor actually have two husbands and had hidden one. Meanwhile, Lilia here is trying to jog his memories if she ever told him about this or hes just forgot.

Or maybe Cale got send here and Raon at random place and Raon just coincidentally got dropped at the egg chamber. Everyone just thought that the egg had hatched even though its not.

Raon either admit or commit to the bit, just like Cale. Gonna trick them thinking hes the heir to the briar valley while he put this egg here inside his personal storage dimension and he latched to this one person that reminded him of Cale which is Lilia.

Lilia is sus but he had no evidence. Like, Raon is powerful alright and he's the only baby dragon here. he's also smart, but okay. The only reason he believed hes Meleanor's son is because Raon is so rebellious to the senates and they cant do anything because hes too smart and can obliterate them in one go.

And thats all, really. Dont have any ideas now. Thanks for reading this.

#twst wonderland #twst #disney twst #tcf x twst #twst x tcf #twst lilia #malleus draconia #raon miru #cale henituse #crossover #meleanor draconia #twisted wonderland #tcf #the trash of the count's family #lilia vanrouge #im begging you to do a fanfic with this kind of crossover

[rouecentric]

Hello! May I request yandere platonic Cale from trash of the counts family and some of the other characters with an isekai reader.

Have a nice day!

a/n: decided to make reader a child of a maquis and marchioness bc you need a value,,

-Safe to say, he didn't expect another transmigrator in this world, and such a young person at that..

-Although he wants to live a slacker life, for it to happen he will need connections, and you're a great candidate, as well as using your seemingly endless knowledge about various topics to his advantage

-But when the two of you got closer, he started feeling really guilty of thinking of using you to his advantage instead of being, well, actual genuine friends with you!

-You caught him off guard when he at first apologised to you about him lying when you asked him if he wanted to be friends with you. You nonchalantly dismissed it, saying that you knew that this would happen and you gladly allow him to take advantage of your connections as well as your knowledge

-Well.. at least you knew before hand? He still feels guilty, not as much as before, though

-With how much you spent time with him, it was no wonder that you would naturally get pulled into his antics as well as becoming his right hand man/woman/person

-You were one of his voices of reason and another strategist to help him and the future war with white star

-he forbids you from going to the battlefield, you're his only source of comfort and remembrance of his past life!

-a really chill yandere tbh, the only reason he worries about you is bc you could be kidnapped or harmed by his enemies and white star

-you get everything you want on a golden platter customized for you, except for full-on freedom, of course

-he doesn't even worry too much when you manage to escape, he just sends either ron or choi han to get you, he prob even congratulates you if you manage to not be caught longer than the previous time you escaped

-of course, he's bound to lose patience and decides to lock you up in your room in one of his owned villas, faking your death to deceive everyone(except his allies) and stop looking for you

#yandere #yandere male #platonic yandere #platonic x reader #tcf #tcf x reader #platonic #platonic yandere x reader #yandere x reader #cale henituse #soleil.yandere #soleil.tcf #soleil.platonic #manhwa #yandere manhwa #manhwa x reader #yandere manhwa x reader #tw yandere #cw yandere #tw obsessive love #tw obsessive behavior #tw obsession #tw hunting #tw captivity #cw obsession #male yandere #yandere x you #yandere x darling #yandere x y/n

[galaxygirl8880]

If TCF x saiki K

Who would be the psychic?

Uh-maybe Choi han?

I kind of don't want it to be Cale because I want Cale to take on teruhashi's role-

He's running from his fanclub holding on to his schoolbag mentally screaming 'LEAVE ME ALONEEE-'

Lmao

The beginning of the series where saiki shows us in teruhashi's mind and she's complementing herself and Talking about how she's the perfect pretty girl and saiki Is like 'unfortunately she is completely correct'

Except it's Cale insulting himself and Choi han is like 'He could NOT BE MORE FUCKING WRONG-' but less aggressive probably

Alberu also has a fanclub but it's not as destructive as Cale's is. He's rich too.

I'm turning Rosalyn into a prophet and instead of looking for her soulmate she looks for her platonic soulmate ✨

Lock is a freshman and can see ghosts, he doesn't like talking to the creepy ones though. (Who would-)

Cale is kind of like Akechi but he's still oblivious. Like- there are moments when he seems close to figuring it out but then he's like "nah, that's illogical" and it gives Choi han a heart attack every time.

I want Cale to have the potential of unlocking a psychic ability but he hasn't yet-

I like highschool aus :>

Hmm, actual cats Ohn and Hong that are really smart or shape shifters...

Raon... Idk if you have any ideas help sksjhs-

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Posted this too early so I went back to add more :^

#cale henituse #choi han #trash of the count's family #tcf #saiki k #the disastrous life of saiki k. #tcf rosalyn #tcf lock #alberu crossman #crossover #yuh #raon miru #tcf fic #tcf fic idea

[mortiferumsomnum]

MASTERLIST

I accidentally deleted the old one due to sleep-deprivation and got a bit too lazy trying to put it back.

SO! HERE’S THE NEW VERSION!!!

MY AO3: ThanatosAndHypnosMyBeloved

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TCF/LCF FIC IDEAS

The Eurydice

Recorded Names

The Laziest God: Rock Soup!

Who is This Edgy Lost Child? Cale's Journey to Graduating College!

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TCF/LCF FICS

(AO3 - G) The Trash Uncle of the Kim Family 

( AO3 - E) (Not So) Hidden Viewer 

( AO3 - T) His Soul Slid Down to Cry 

------- PLEASE READ THIS REACTION FIC BY Messy_Haired_Bum: Revelation of a distant future that will never be 

RUSSIAN TRANSLATION by KiraKainbekova

ART (Twitter) by jiminsi_arts

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Batman Fics

Tim and Damian:

(Tumblr) the magic hour is now (you cannot slow it down)

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Danny Phantom and Batman Crossover IDEAS

Summoning Danny:

Burgers are How You Summon the Almighty Ghost King

Jason Todd's Cooking: Ghost King Approved!

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Danny and Jason are Siblings:

A Blanket Full of Stars

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Danny and Tim are Siblings:

The Missing Danielle Drake

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Clockwork x Alfred

Danny Had Enough of Clockwork’s Pining

Danny Meets the Batfam

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SuperBrainDead

Tim vs Danny: Who’s the Better Sugar Daddy?

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Jason Helping Dani and Danny keep Away from the GIW

Soup Kitchens and Runaway Ghosts

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

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Dash Summoning Billy

Excuse Me, Barmaid, I’m Afraid You Brought Me the Wrong Hero

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Platonic Jon x Danny

Help! I Accidentally Got Engaged with the Ghost King!

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Dani and Tim

She is a Ghost; He Stalked Batman. What More Can I Say?

#MASTERLIST