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-I just know I’d be having hella beef with Sebek if I ever was transported to twst.

-Like he’d be insulting me in ye old english like some medieval shit.

-“Though art thou denser than white bread the only reason your dorm has any milk is because you show your ankles at the market!”

-And I’d clap back because I know

Ye old english.

-“I wouldst tell my dorm maids that thou hadst relations with Edgar The Devil’s cow,but not a soul would believe that Edgar wouldst stoopeth so low.”

*GASP*

i went to an aquarium the other day and now my brain is filled with Sea Monster Foul Legacy

you visiting the aquarium often and spending hours watching Foul Legacy swim around- he's an Abyssal Sea creature, rare and often frightening to others, but to you he's absolutely beautiful with his gauzy wing-like fins and twin horns. most people can't handle being in his exhibit for more than a little while, so he remembers you by how long you like to sit on the bench and just admire him, eyes shining in delight. it's almost like having company, and Foul Legacy doesn't feel so lonely all the time. he waits for you all day, turning flips of excitement when he sees you and retreating further underwater to sulk if you don't show up

you love watching the way he swims, cutting so easily through the water- you like to clap whenever he flips or dives, the sight of his bioluminescent patterns flaring making you smile. it's quite dark in his exhibit, but he gleams bright enough to light up the entire room, bubbles drifting from his fanged maw as he chitters happily underwater. sometimes you'll go closer still, leaning against the glass between you and him and talking softly, as to not disturb the quiet peace, and he'll float beside you, doing his best to listen to every word.

because it's a lonely world, for a human and a sea monster, and there are only so many hours in the day

sending your friends terrible tumblr posts is a love language

HSVSNSBB JUST- SO CUTE AND SO SWEET IM GONNA HAVE DIABETES

little star — diluc 。

synopsis!! everyone knows the creator doesn't favor diluc (everyone is wrong).

cw !! gn reader, reader is peak diluc simp 😐 somewhat self-aware characters, mild sagau themes (not too much), reader is recognized as the player, reader is a little shy at first. angst with reverse comfort!

note !! the plot feels a little everywhere but i tried to organize it as best as i can, i think i got carried away eheh honestly doesn't feel up to my standards but it was pretty enjoyable to write

word count !! 2.8k something

"No, it's definitely Outrider Amber, she was the first to ever be favored."

"Are you kidding me? Outrider Amber may be the first, but sir Kaeya was definitely loved. Have you seen the sword he was gifted with?" One growls.

"It's the Acting Grand Master Jean!" Someone slams the table with his beer mug, "Twice was she bestowed with fallen stars of gold."

"I'd say that wolf boy in the woods seem lucky."

"It has to be Bennett. I don't know why but that kid has two crowns! Two!"

"You're all missing out on Miss Lisa!"

"Stop, stop! You rowdy drunks! Every vision holder in Mond has been granted favor, this is just impossible to decide!"

There was a pause. "Well. . . not every." Someone mumbles under their breath.

"Not every? Who's the poor allogene that couldn't even get the Player's favo—" Shushing sounds break his sentence, the men glare at their companion, pointing to the redhead behind the bar.

It's useless, really.

Diluc has been listening in the entire time. He can't really help it when their voices were loud enough to reach where he stood. Still, he was merciful and pretended not to hear. He's not exactly bothered by what they're saying. It was the truth, after all.

For two years, vision holders all around Teyvat were being granted favor.

It often begins with a meteor shower gracing the sky.

A star gently falling into the hands of a vision holder, embracing them in warm light.

They call the ethereal sensation as something akin to "coming home".

The favored would then be given different things; quality weapons, enhanced abilities, beautiful crowns— Some allogenes were even gifted summer apparel (Mondstadt is proud that their Gunnhildr sisters were one of the very first). Even their equipped wings would change into ornamented works of art!

It's been two years, and it seems like every allogene he knows of has received the Player's grace.

He supposed he just wasn't favored. It isn't too difficult to believe that he isn't likable.

He convinces himself it's fine.

It's fine if his summoned weapon is a cheap claymore made of scrap metal. It's still efficient to have the extra blade while he manually carries around another claymore (commissioned from Wagner as the best money could buy). Or that his abilities can only be improved through hardwork, unlike the many who broke the limits of their power through your favor.

It's fine.

As the bar goers leave for the night, as Venti and Kaeya wave around their almost divine-looking five-star weapons to show the crowd, and as he's closing up the tavern and retreating to his upstair quarters for comfort, he convinces himself that the he'll be okay on his own.

•

The arrival of the Creator was festive and grand; The day the sky parted itself and glowed as the brightest of all stars fell with grace into Mondstadt's very own Windrise.

Teyvat rejoices in the ecstatic ideal of being loved.

A meeting of vision holders was quickly held in the Cathedral, discussing immediate plans as some of the most favored (Venti, Jean, Kaeya, Albedo to name a few) went ahead to fetch the Creator from the large tree.

While Diluc was often the center of any other meeting due to his authority and influence, this was something he chose to step back from. Standing by the windows, away from the meeting, he watched on as Eula and the rest conversed around the circular table.

He isn't even sure why he's invited. Perhaps they felt it was obligatory for vision holders, regardless of favorability? Then again, he could always offer a fraction of his mountain-loads of wealth to help with the festivities.

At least he's competent at being a wallet.

As the others pull out their crowns and stars, weapons and artifacts, eager to thank the one responsible for the gifts, an unknown emotion bubbles in his stomach. It's faint, but it's there.

He tries to look away.

"Everyone, everyone! They're entering the gates!" Fischl announces uncharacteristically to the room as her eye glows brightly, undoubtedly looking through Oz's eyes from the sky.

"We should wait by the statue to welcome them, right?" Barbara chirps in, hands clasped and wavy hair bouncing with every step.

Diluc watches as people steadily leave the room, following last as they walk down the steps to greet the approaching group. Some civilians gathered to see the scene, others didn't really understand what a Player or Creator was to a vision holder, while Diluc—

Diluc stood by the steps to see them crowd around you.

You, surrounded with words of gratitude and cheerful squeals. He sees the smile on your face and feels relief that you don't seem too overwhelmed.

He leaves the area without a second thought.

•

He doesn't exactly see you around the next few days. With Mondstadt celebrating a new festival, the taverns were always full and busy with customers (both local and foreign). You were probably busy too, spending time with the different allogenes and entertaining those who came from Liyue to meet you. He's heard of a funeral consultant with three crowns (are consultants that admirable of a job to you?) and an adeptus gifted with various five-star polearms (this was understandable for the adepti, unlike the consultant).

He doesn't expect to see you at all until you leave for the next nation, honestly.

That is, until the tavern settles into a more peaceful atmosphere and Jean rushes in with several other allogenes. It's unusual to see his childhood friend in the tavern; still, he greets her amicably and asks what brings her here.

"(Name) will be coming here soon with Kaeya and a few others. It's a little impromptu, but we were hoping for a place to settle in with drinks. Perhaps try some apple cider." She smiles, taking a seat by the bar.

(Name)? Jean was already on a first name basis with the Creator?

Diluc thinks perhaps Jean truly is the favorite, she does have a few golden stars in her home.

Somehow, it's not surprising at all to know that his apple cider was famous enough to drag you in. At least there's something about the Dawn Winery in your favor. He promptly gets his employees to work, clearing a few tables near the bar, rearranging the furniture to give space good enough for a group.

Your entrance into the bar was just as lively; with your favored allogenes chatting away with you, everyone falling into place at different parts of the tavern, ordering drinks and meals.

He's glad you enjoy apple cider.

•

You're trying to play it cool, really. Trying your best not to get overexcited and glomp everyone and everything.

You're taking things step by step as you converse with Jean, Lisa, and Albedo; as you share meals with Barbara and Sucrose; as you play with Klee and Diona; tour the city with Fischl and Bennett. There's plenty of time to meet everyone and your schedule has been filled to the brim with all the fun your having.

You'll see that glimpse of red hair again— one that was lingering by the Cathedral staircase. Diluc doesn't like crowds, so it's fine that he isn't approaching you. It's also fine that he hasn't visited at least once, unlike the several raging from Liyue to Sumeru who took the journey to meet you early.

Diluc is too busy a person to meet you; whether it's because of the winery or his darknight hero duties, you wouldn't dare take his time.

— but when are you supposed to give him all the gifts you've brought for him???

Your determination to build him up in one go, from Talent levels to Constellations to Artifacts and Weaponry, all came down to this moment — and the man was simply nowhere to be seen!

An unknowingly loud sigh escapes your lips, catching the attention of the Cavalry Captain next to you.

"Now, what's got our (Name) so down in the dumps?" Kaeya hums, glancing at your face as you stutter a response.

"Aah it's not that, it's just. . ."

Your brother is too busy, I just want to meet him!!

"I'm thirsty." You deflect, looking around for a stall. The streets of Mond were nothing like the minimized version you see in the game; with the city being ten times larger than what you remembered it to be.

"Oh! Oh! Klee suggests apple cider!" The little girl giggles, running around your legs in excitement, "Angel's Share is nearby and big brother Albedo alwaaays takes me there for apple cider!"

Angel's Share. Bartender. A great idea has appeared!

At the excited look on your face, Jean walks up ahead of you.

"Why don't I go and inform the tavern to prepare us a space first, it would save us the waiting time."

"That would be great, Jean!"

•

You hope you aren't being too obvious.

With the way your eyes would linger on him, casting side glances and hoping he would greet you to strike up a conversation, the way most allogenes do. You didn't want to abruptly disturb his work, nor do you want seem desperate, so you waited for his initiative.

Yet, Diluc lingers just a little outside your group's circle. Your food and drinks were refilled by Charles, you've talked with nearly everyone but the person you want to talk to.

"It's getting pretty late, we should head home for the night." Someone suggests.

What?

No!

"Hm? Do you still have something in mind?" Kaeya asks. You realized you said it out loud, catching the attention of nearby patrons.

With a frantic glance around the tavern, your eyes make contact with Diluc's. He pauses as well, wondering what caused your little outburst.

You are definitely not leaving, not when you don't know when you could catch Diluc in his free time again! You'd be leaving for Liyue by then!

Hands slamming the table to stand up and with a small burst of courage, you approach the bartender who turns away from Charles. He raises an eyebrow at your approach. It's odd the way you feel flustered and nervous, finally facing him.

Pausing just in front of him, he looks on curiously.

"Would you like a refill?" He asks.

"A-ah no, I mean, yes but that's not why I'm here. I. . ." You stutter, stumbling over your words as you try not to behave awkwardly. Should you start with a casual topic?

"You seem to be quite busy." You say.

Diluc blinks. He isn't sure what you're implying. Neither is Kaeya or Jean, who stopped to look at the exchange of words.

"I suppose. . . but as a winery, we do thrive in impromptu festivities." He replies curtly before realizing, was it rude that he never visited the Creator?

"Ah, is it my lack of visit? I apologize, I would have visited but it seems that you were quite satisfied with your favorites and-"

"No, no, no," You wave your hand, cutting him off, "I understand you're busy. You don't have to visit at all! How could I take your time— wait," You pause, recalling his words.

"Favorites?" You tilt your head, "What do you mean I seemed satisfied with my favorites? What do you mean by favorites?"

"Your favorites... allogenes who received your favor. Those you have granted gifts."

Your jaw laxes. Favorites? They decided you play favorites based on how much you've built them?

"You think. . ." You say carefully, not wanting to hurt anyone's feelings, "That I offer gifts to my favorites?"

Diluc nods slowly, unsure of your questioning.

Although it would be a lie to say you didn't have your personal favorites, it would still be inaccurate that it's based on gifts. After all, you built everyone who came home by chance. As an avid player, you did your best to farm and push everyone to their full potential.

Diluc, however, never came home no matter how much you wanted him to. It can't be possible that he doesn't know how much he is loved, right?

"Then what about you?" You blurt out, "How do you think I view you?"

He stares at you oddly. At this point, many around you had stopped to tune in. Everyone knew Master Diluc never received your favor, so why are you conversing with him?

Meanwhile, Diluc wonders if you want him to admit it. Must he say it in front of everyone how he never received gifts?

"I suppose. . . I'm not one of them. It's quite understandable. I don't intend to question your judgement—"

"What?" You exclaim, a look of shock crosses your face, "You think I don't like you?" Voice raised in disbelief, you feel the eyes of many turning to watch the scene.

Diluc mirrors your confusion.

"I can't believe you would– no, that isn't it at all!" You stutter over your words, a frantic need to prove him wrong goes through you, "You— you of all people!"

"Me?" He repeats.

"I've always wanted you!"

A silence settles over the tavern. Did you have to put it so bluntly? You freeze in shock at your own words. Diluc's expression of disbelief turns flustered, face turning as red as his hair.

Explain yourself.

"I- I mean, I've always wanted you to come home. Ever since the start, really! It's just that you never did-"

"Hmm... so it implies that it's out of your control, correct?" Kaeya piqued, looking on curiously. He's been listening in the entire time. You nod your head.

"Yes! It's a game of chance for me as well. It's not to say that favor is an accident, I truly wanted everyone to come home! It's just that—" You turn to Diluc, "You never did, no matter how much I wanted you to. How was I supposed to give you your gifts?"

Diluc snaps out of his shock, blinking at you, "Gifts?"

"Yes, gifts! I've been saving them up for you, ever since the start." You pause, shyly looking away, "When I said I wanted you since the beginning I meant it. I came here for you, after all."

He looks at you in disbelief, and probably half the tavern as well. You can't help the small chuckle from your lips. With an outstretched hand, something materializes between you. It glows a blinding golden light, before settling to reveal–

"Wolf's Gravestone. It's a weapon for you."

You didn't have to say it— anyone with eyes could see how it was practically made for Diluc. With large handles and a color scheme that matches his own, Wolf's gravestone doesn't look as divine or ethereal as the other weapons you've gifted, but it looked just as powerful, if not menacing.

With a gesture, Diluc grips the handle.

"Fits like a glove." Kaeya whistles, impressed. As does the rest of the tavern who stopped to stare.

Suddenly, flames burst forth from the weapon. It sears and glows red. Unlike the common claymore that can't handle the the prowess of Diluc's flames, Wolf's Gravestone embraces it. Like an extension of his own hand.

He breaks his gaze away from the weapon to look at you.

"Thank you. . ." He mutters softly, but it's genuine. You smile.

"That's not the last of it, you know."

"What?"

With another flick of your hand, artifacts and talent books materialize. They flow around him like a dance as more and more begin to appear, lighting up the tavern like the night sky.

"I told you I brought gifts!"

All the days spent farming for him and other pyro characters finally paid off. The glimmering artifacts reflected in his own red eyes as he stares, entranced.

Favor did not come to him in meteor showers like it did to the other allogenes; rather, it came to him in your form. Proof of him being loved. The spectacle continued— after the artifacts and talent levels were the constellation (the crowd ooh'ed and aah'ed at the sight), then came the five star apparel (a nostalgic sight to him, and it changed his flames to a darker red), and the ascension materials you passed off as trinkets.

By the end of it, he had a hand over his lower face, his red bangs hid just the ends of his eyes. "I just thought I wasn't that favorable. . ." He muttered and you leaned in to peek at his covered face, wondering why he was shying away.

But it was evident to the tavern— the pink dusted ears, the flushed cheeks, and the overwhelming emotion in his eyes. Diluc Ragnvindr was flustered, and it's a sight enough to make even the drunks place down their beers for a closer look.

You bit your lip, trying to prevent the widest of smiles, "Do you believe yourself loved now?" You ask and he gives the faintest of nods.

"Thank you," He says, "For favoring me."

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note !! THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE a very short brainrot that became a fic huhuhuhu

I don't often write creator sagau themes but here we are! this is like peak diluc simpery idk ive never been this down for a man. i wrote this immediately after getting his skin i just got so excited 😅 I wanted to spoil him so bad (but i gave all his mats to thoma before he came home :< )

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BAHHHAHHA THE NAMES-

TCF Actors AU

Trash of the Count's Family - Teaser Video

[The video starts with a black-haired and black-eyed Korean man. "Hello, I'm Choi Han, and I'll be playing..." he hesitates for a moment, his lips twitching before he helplessly continues, "as Choi Han, the 'Protagonist' of 'The Birth of a Hero'."]

[The video cuts to two men who would have looked identical, if not for their vastly different colorations. The pale-skinned, blond-haired, and blue-eyed man spoke first, "Hi, I'm Alvin Cress."

"And I'm Arthur Manson," the tanned, brown-haired, and brown-eyed man followed.

"And we'll be playing Alberu Crossman," they said together.

"Of course, I'm the more handsome version," Arthur quickly added with a smirk before Alvin pushed him off his stool.]

[The video then cut to two other men. The one on the left sported a blank face; he had short red hair and reddish-brown eyes. The one on the right had black hair and similar eyes, however his face held a shit-eating grin.

"I'm---" the black-haired man held back a snicker while the red-haired man gazed at him with long-suffering eyes. The black-haired man then took a deep breath and said, "I'm---pfft---Cale Henituse and I'll be playing as Kim Rok Soo." Cale then nudged his red-haired companion.

The red-haired man looked at the camera with dead eyes. "And I'm Kim Rok Soo who will be acting as Cale Henituse," he said dryly.

"And we're the protagonists of 'Trash of the Count's Family'," they finished.

The video ends.]

HDJSNS Y E S 💕

The Doctor's Assistant

Part.2

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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤: 𝔻𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕩 𝔻𝕠𝕞! 𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

𝕀𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘: 𝕟𝕤𝕗𝕨

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥, 𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕓𝕤𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕣, 𝕛𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕪, 𝕤𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕜, 𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘

-𝟜𝕜𝟝 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤-

-𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕-

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𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕣 & 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕘 𝕕𝕟𝕚

You were one of the last recruits of the Fatui. You haven't been here for long and unfortunately, you were accepted in for your strength and knowledge about weapons, so you knew nothing about the Fatui itself. When your superior proposed you to work for someone since you were new, you were confused, none of those names that he was giving were familiars.

You said one of the numerous names you remembered, uncaring of the outcome when you pronounced the name 'Dottore', your superior's face lost all his colours. With shaky hands, he wrote down your application before leaving in a hurry, mumbling something about 'living a great life'.

You learned later on that he was the 'Doctor' that famous Harbingers for being a monster and killing anyone that would even just dare breathe next to him. This famous doctor who had no to little regard for human life.

Everyone was already considering you as a dead man, they were sure that you would not be here anymore the following week. He had no reason to keep you alive after all, and his temper was as bad if not worst than the Balladeer, there was no way you would not make a mistake that would cost you your life. The day you left to meet him, everyone bid you goodbye, most did not even try to learn your name, knowing it was over for you.

And like they all thought, you made a mistake. But one thing saved your life, your knowledge about Ruin Guards and history. Theses were the only things that helped you staying alive. It happened the first day, while he was working on one of his experiments, you noticed how he misplaced a piece as he was rebuilding a machine. When you tried to tell him, it was your mistake, the interruption made him lose his temper, as he turned to you suddenly, he took away your left eye. You fell to the floor at the sudden pain, holding your face as you look up with difficulty when he ordered you to talk.

“Now, talk. You dare interrupt me, so finish your sentence at least…

Before I kill you.”

It was your end, you knew it, there was no way you could escape this fate. So with angry eyes, you look up at him, ready to spat on his face.

“My apologies, your highness. You misplaced this.

But since you're so smart, you know it's supposed to be on the left shoulder, right?”

Silence took over the room, the tension sending shivers down your spine, but you refuse to look away. His red eyes almost glowed as he glared at you, the pressure making your legs shake as you knew you had already done it. He looks at his experiment, moving the piece you talked about and suddenly, the machine lit up as it seems like it was the last thing that needed to be changed. When Dottore turned back to you, you closed your eyes, ready to accept your death.

But the pain never came, as you thought he was going to torture you instead of giving you a simple death. A hand was placed onto your cheeks, his thumb stroking your jaw gently.

“Tell me more.”

Your knowledge was the only reason why you were still alive. It took you some months to earn his respect, but finally, after some time you became his assistant. He has never been a nice person to begin with, and even less sympathetic to work with, but you made it work. You asked yourself why he kept you alive, and the answer was simple: you had the brain, and it was a good enough reason for him to keep you around. He was not nice nor bad with you, he was just doing his thing.

He got used to your presence rapidly, as you were around him most of the time; he was always working for hours, slouching over his desk as he spent more time on any fragile part of the new experiment. He could sense you in the background, preparing what he needed without waiting for him to ask for it, you were so used to him and his antics that you could almost predict everything he would say or do.

Dottore tolerated you, you were still only someone useful to him, but you were still treated better than any other subordinates. You were well-behaved, not talking without a valid reason, and would ask for permission before doing anything particular. He would always say to the other Harbingers that you were annoying, but any time someone would suggest to him another assistant and to get rid of you, he would refuse immediately before leaving.

He could admit that his workplace has never been this clean and easy to work in before. And slowly, he started to be nicer, you weren't expecting much from the start, but he grew comfortable enough to sometimes ask you your opinion, and let you have a day off once a week.

It was as if you always knew what he was thinking, before he could ask for someone to drink, it was already placed beside him. He needed something? It was already on the metal table. He wanted a report, it was written on his desk with every annotation he required. A material was missing, you were already out buying it. After some time, he decided to make you move into the room next to his workplace, so you were never too far away.

At first, you never had the time to meet the other Fatui, they all thought you were dead when you did not show up after a week. In reality, the work hours with Dottore were hellish, and you had little to no time to do anything, so your day was just: waking up, going to work, finishing all the tasks of the day, going back to your room and sleep. Your disappearance became a mystery, since Dottore himself was not going out too much, neither of you were seen.

But at one meeting, which Dottore was forced to come to, Pierro's order, he entered the room with you following just behind. To say everyone was shocked was an understatement, the three Harbingers present has, themselves, never saw you once. And your appearance was quite surprising, but not in a bad way. Childe could not help but send a wink your way when you looked at him accidentally, which earned him a glare from La Signora and Scaramouche.

Except for your person that was quite attractive, what surprised them the most was your position, as an assistant, for the Fatui, you were a nobody. But you were here, walking as if you were a high-ranked member. They had never seen someone standing so close to him without dying, the only exception being the other Harbingers… and yourself, now. Quickly, the rumour spread and you became someone respected among most, some other rumours were circulating about how you managed to stay alive, but they were all quickly shut down anonymously. Among the Fatui, you were untouchable, rarely seen outside and if you were, it was along one of the craziest men.

Most of your new subordinates respected you and your life was quite peaceful. But this peace was sometimes disturbed by Dottore, anytime he would have a random excess of rage about a recent failed experiment. If you remember good, it was after the fifth time that he stopped injuring you in the process. It was not like it was calming him down to hurt you anyway, since you got used to the pain, and after some time, you stopped reacting as it became something typical. You would just stay in your spot, unmovingly, waiting for the rage to vanish.

It took you another set of months to meet the rest of the Harbingers since you had no reason to see them in the first place. You had the occasion when Dottore send you to deliver a report to Pierro, surprisingly, he trusted you enough for this. On your way, the other nine Harbingers were getting out of the meeting room. As you bow immediately, hiding your face to not get into trouble, you hear someone stop in front of you. You never raise your head, even as a hand was placed on top of your head. The calm voice of the 11th Harbingers reaches your ears.

“Hm… Isn't that… Dottore's assistant?

My My, what a pleasure to meet you again.

Such a great surprise. Is that my birthday gift?”

As he urged you to stand up, you hesitate, unsure if it was a trap to give you a punishment. Thankfully it was not, as he just wanted to talk to you. Actually, he was the one doing the talking since, after months of working with Dottore, talking was not something you were used to anymore. And as you replied, your raspy voice send a shiver down everyone's spine.

You're taken aback when Childe throws his arm around your shoulders casually, or as casually as he could, since you were taller than him, and it forced him to stand on his tiptoes. La Signora was snickering behind him as the Balladeer was looking at you up and down. Childe suddenly asked you if the next day was your day off, making you suspicious, since he had no reason to know this. Even if it was, you weren't really trusting him. In the end, he still invited you to spend some time with him, which you were forced to accept or else you would get killed. Behind your back, Childe was showing a victorious face to Scaramouche, giving him the occasion to talk to you without Dottore in the way.

The next day, Dottore was working as always, in complete silence, since you weren't here, there was no sound of you rummaging through something behind his back. At first, like any of your day off, he was enjoying the silence, but as minutes and hours passed, he grew tenser as if something was missing. Usually, even if you were free to go, you would at least pass by once, just to make sure everything was all right. But today, he never saw you or heard of you, leaving a strange feeling consuming his mind. He left his workshop in the middle of the night, frustrated to an infinite extent as you never showed up like he expected you to. He even brought your favourite drink, which he threw in the bin as he left, angry.

He heard loud voices in the corridor, familiar annoying ones as he recognized immediately who it was, Childe and Scaramouche. He hated them, actually, he hated everything and everyone, but these two particularly, with how insufferable they were. As he passed by them, Childe greeted him with a big sincere smile, his behaviour took him by surprise, even Scaramouche has a gentler smirk than usual. He stopped dead in his tracks out of shock but turned around suddenly when he heard your name get out of Childe's mouth. The sentence that he pronounced made him grit his teeth.

“See I told you that you were going to have fun today.

Isn't he great? And this face and body~ ”

Everything became clear in his mind, you did not show up because you were out with the Balladeer. Who in their right mind would go out with that thing? Suddenly, he noticed how he was not really liked by his subordinates either and took back his words. But still, why would you see him, it made no sense, you never had the occasion to speak with him or Childe anyway. With a frown, he heads to his room, talking to himself, promising that you will never have a day off again. He would not allow it.

And that's how, the next day, when you entered the room, Dottore was standing in front of you angrily. He had his arms crossed over his chest, and an annoyed look on his face, he did not even start work on his new experiment yet, which was surprising.

“So… The Balladeer, uh?”

Your blood ran cold, how long has it been since the last time he frightened you that much? You try to remember any rules related to having no contact with the other Fatui or Harbingers, but nothing came to your mind. Your hands started to shake, knowing it was over for you, you had made your second mistake. As he took a step forward, hand raised, you close your eyes, waiting for the final blow. But it never came, a hand was placed on your torso as Dottore pushed you, making you fall back on the chair behind you. Your mind spiralling, trying to understand what he was going to do, torture perhaps?

One of his hands found its place on your shoulder as the other was resting on your thigh. Before you could process what was happening, he sat down on you, legs on each side of yours as he looked still quite angry. He grips your jaw tightly as he spat each words with so much venom.

“Whose assistant are you?”

“Your assistant, sir.”

“Then why were you with this fucking brat?”

The silence was loud, your mouth opening and closing uselessly as you didn't know how to respond. Dottore had the urge to slice your throat open, but at the same time, he knew it would be a shame to lose someone like you. The Balladeer was the one who needed to get taught a lesson, as he needed to understand that he should not take what was not his. But for now, he had to make sure you understood your mistake. You have been so perfect until now, he gave you everything, but you still left to go out with someone else. With his twisted mind, he was not able to notice how bad his logic was, as he is just your boss, nothing more, but he could not accept it.

He listens as you apologize, but the confusion was still noticeable in your voice as if you did not know what you did wrong. How could you not understand? It was as if he was going to let someone else enter his workplace as you weren't there, it was inconceivable. He had no rights to do so and neither did you have the rights to be close with any other Harbingers. He did not care about the other subordinates, he could just kill them if they were becoming annoying.

You were lost in your thoughts when he grabbed your jaw again, dipping his fingers into your mouth suddenly, forcing your tongue to loll out. He leans forward, sucking on your tongue as he starts to grind onto you, your body reacting on its own as you get hard. What you did not knew, was that he had no experience, and he was already on the edge. But how could you notice it when he was moving like that on top of you. Each roll of his hips was hypnotic, and you could feel yourself drool at the thought of him sitting on your face. You needed to keep your mind in check before it becomes uncontrollable.

You lick your lips, throat drying up as his movements speed up, hips jerking forward as he grew more and more sensitive. He needed more, but his body was already out of stamina. He feels your grip on his hips tighten as your rut against him, an animalist look in your eyes as you lost control of yourself. After all, you spend the last year following him everywhere he went, without a break, never having enough time to be alone and tend to your urges. So what does happen when finally someone offers themselves to you? You go crazy.

Dottore feels tears pricking at the corner of his eyes, he felt his body heat up, a powerful warmth coursing through his body as he was captivated by your blissful face. It seemed like you saw Celestia, you looked at him as if he was your god, finally offering you a sweet release. He gasps as you become rougher, his insides clenching around nothing, he felt too sensitive and wanted to take a break. But as he was going to lift himself up a bit, you forced him down by his hips, you grab his hands, moving them to your neck. You lifted your own hips, rutting your crotch against his clothed ass.

He could feel your length, your breath itching as you bite down on his shoulder, drool covering his shirt as your body is quivering. Your eyes were closed as your body falls lax against the chair, your head rolling back as the sweet feeling takes over your senses. The man on top of you was taken aback, was it that good for you to almost pass out? He starts to think about how you could make him feel that good too, and his thoughts send him overboard.

For the first time in his life, Dottore was not seeing you just as a smart assistant, there was something else. As something clicked in his head, the way you would talk to him, when you would take care of his needs, and the way you move. Nothing about you was innocent or sweet, it was screaming intimidating and lustful, but he never noticed until now. His eyes were going from your parted lips to your blissed-out eyes, before going down to look at your pants. He never saw you in this light, as an attractive man that could, if he wanted to, have anyone kneel in front of him. But no. This man was his assistant, staying in his workplace all day, not caring about anything else than his well-being and experiments.

He leaned forward, licking your lips before kissing you, a strange taste now lingering in his mouth, but he could not recognize it. The way your lips were pressing against his, was making him blush crazily, he wanted to make you feel the same way as he was. He took a deep breath, unbuttoning his pants and yours, your dicks sprang out as his mouth waters at the sight. He could not help but feel embarrassed at the length difference, not only his was shorter but also thinner. But he was sure that he was in the norm, so why were you so big?

As he tries his best to wrap his hand around both shafts, his cheeks heat up at the laugh coming from you, and you look amused as his small hand could not do much. It could barely wrap around your cock only, and this guy was trying to hold both at the same time. You let go of his hip, placing your hand on top of his, holding both your length with one hand, as you start to move it up and down slowly. Teasingly, you look at the doctor straight in the eyes, seeing how he was panting, fighting the urge to cum.

His eyes widened as he just realized that he was in the middle of his lab, perched on your lap as your hand was jerking him off. Anybody could enter the room, most Harbingers doing so without knocking, at any moment they could see you. But as he was going to tell you to stop, your thumb started to play with his tip, forcing him to hold onto your shoulders for dear life as he was losing his mind. Your hand was so warm around him, and the way your cocks were rubbing together was driving him crazy. Slowly, you move your face to his neck, licking the side before biting down, hard. The pain sends tingles to his arms and brain.

The doctor was practically choking on his words, lightly thrusting his hips while letting out loud moans, fucking into your hand. Your thumb playing with his tip, gliding slowly as it lit his nerves on fire, pleasure overwhelming. He was sobbing against you, drooling all over your shirt, so embarrassed at the wet noises filling the room as your hand was almost drenched in his precum. He was crumbling slowly, and you used this opportunity to tease him, stopping all movements of your hand as you lean back, removing your hand from his length. He chased after you, he was so close, and he needed your touch. Your kisses on his jaw paired with some bites distracted him for a second, before you play with the tip of his cock one last time, making him cum instantly.

You watch with hungry eyes as he keeps cumming all over you, body shaking as he can't stop, cock twitching uselessly.

Before he could process what was happening, he was laying on his back, the cold metallic table sticking against his damp and hot skin. As you kneel in between his legs, he wraps them around your head tightly as your tongue slid deeper into his ass. He was so sensitive he could cum over and over again, the feeling of being eaten out made his mind go crazy. Your strong hands holding his thighs apart, head squished in the middle as you lap and suck at his hole, your nails digging into his sensitive flesh.

As he grinds against your tongue, head rolled back as he cries out, unable to keep his noises in, he could feel the knot snap against. He spilt all over his stomach, some drops falling onto your face and hair. As you gently lap at the cum oozing out of his tip, the sound of a door opening is covered by his loud whimpers. The two Harbingers freezing at the view in front of them, Childe and Scaramouche were flustered to no end, seeing you in this position as you make Dottore loses his mind. They leave immediately, but the image could not leave their heads. As they stand in the corridor, still processing what they saw, they look at each other, cheeks red and body temperature rising up as they head to their room, hiding the front of their tight pants with their sweaty hands.

You wanted to fuck him so hard, but his blissed-out face as he was almost passed out on the metallic table told you it was enough for today. He was pathetic, but he was still your boss, and so you decide to please him one last time as you watch his cock hardening again. Dottore whined when he heard some wet sounds, he raises his head, legs instinctively closing as he saw you wet your fingers, your eyes meeting. If you could not use your cock, you could at least help him a little, so he would be able to correctly jerk off to the memory later. You brought one finger to his hole, followed immediately by another one, the foreign feeling heightened his sensitivity, each drag of your fingers into his body send him closer to the edge.

He moaned raspily, throat dry after crying and whimpering for so long. He could see his legs quivering as he cries, tears falling freely from his eyes, the stimulation making him discover something new. When your fingers hit a particular spot, you can't help but smirk, the third finger being added quickly as you slammed them against his prostate. He cried, hips grinding down as he forced two fingers into his mouth, silencing himself. You stretch him more, thrusting your fingers in and out. And before you knew it, he was screaming, cumming untouched as he empty himself over your face, mumbling your name as he gives you the most fucked out smile ever.

His fuzzy mind was not able to comprehend whatever was happening around you, but you were able to. And when the door opened, a single person entered the room too lost in their thoughts to notice the scene in front of them. Pantalone froze on the spot as he raised his head, Dottore laying on his work table as you're kneeling in between his legs, face covered in his cum as you lick your lips. He watches as the doctor's head lolls to the side, too out of it to see who he was looking at, a dumb smile spreading across his face. As he was going to turn around to leave the room, thinking you did not notice him, he sees you licking your lips with a satisfied face when you looked at him, straight in the eyes. You give him a big smile before sticking your tongue out, the black-haired male blushing violently as the door slam behind him.

Dottore barely understands that someone saw him like that, embarrassment hardly reaching his brain, as he grabs a tissue to clean your face. He was weak in the knees, his body too tired to move correctly as he stands up, motioning for you to help him. With shaky legs, he falls onto the chair, panting. He tugs your face closer to his by your hair, kissing you softly, moaning as the gentle feeling eases his aching heart.

As you were going to leave the room, still hard but glad you gave your boss a good time, he surprised you by kneeling in front of you. Jerking you off quickly before letting you cum in his awaiting mouth. Immediately, he tucks you back into your underwear as he buttons your pants. He stands up, leaning against the wall for support as he grabs your jaw to kiss you one last time, acting as if he was not blushing like crazy.

Dismissing you for the day, satisfied with what happened, convinced that you were not going to see anyone else. You do as he asks, just taking the time to squeeze his ass before doing so, just to annoy him. You doubt your life was in danger anymore anyway, after what just happened. When you got out, Pantalone was still there, back leaning against the wall as he looks at you up and down. He makes a strange sign before leaving, hips almost swaying as he walks, as you stand there half-confused at what he meant. While somewhere else, Childe and Scaramouche were separately jerking off to what they saw, imagining themselves instead of Dottore. It's true that you were his assistant, but it did not mean that you could not give a helping hand to the other Harbingers too, right?

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𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: Thank you for reading, reblogs and comments are always appreciated! Please take care of yourself and have a nice day/afternoon/night.

cale plays pokémon and keeps attracting dragon types

Hong: So olive oil is made out of olives right?

Cale: Yeah

Raon: ok so hear us out here

Hong and Raon: Than Baby oil—

Cale and On: NO

My veteran BL reader friend is team DokHyng as of this new chapter, and when I asked her why she said :

“Did you see the disbelief in Joonghyuk’s eyes, the jealousy in his face? That’s fucking bottom bro.”

And honestly yeah I see it😂😂

Cale: I don’t think we can mansplain, manipulate, malewife ourselves out of this one

Yoojin: What about manslaughter?

Cale: That’s a last resort option

Both of them: ………*slowly turn their heads and stare at Dokja*

Dokja: *sights and grabs chinese dress and garter belt* Fineee mamwhore it is

HE WAS CRINGING SO HARD I LOVE IT!!!

I literally came back to this account just for him lol

Such a great way to start my day. I LOVE THIS SO MUCHHHH

Her

— pairing » Cale Henituse x OC/Reader

— summary » Cale Henituse remembers a past. Not his past as Kim Rok Soo, but a different past. A past where he had someone.

— genre » fluff, angst if you squint.

— warnings » cursing/swearing, fluff, small angst, blood, gore if you squint.

As Cale looks around, he remembers something.

The dresses, the balls, the wine, the champagne, everything.

It reminded him of something.

The memory didn’t come as a headache, nor is it a sharp pain.

It was just there.

Lingering, in the deepest part of his mind.

It was always there.

Its just that, Cale didn’t acknowledge it.

Cale refused to acknowledge it.

With the whole war and the white star, Cale didn’t have time for those. It first came as dreams, Cale thought that maybe a God is messing with him again. It came as dreams, first.

Until it didn’t.

There would be times where Cale would look at a certain color and be reminded of something. A deja vu, he said to himself.

Cale would smell a familiar food and yet when he saw it—heard of it he would instantly get the memory of it. Of something—someone eating with him when Cale was sure that it didn’t exist. Not in his life as Kim Rok Soo and certainly not as Cale Henituse.

It came as that.

Until that day, memories would resurface.

Begging to be acknowledged, to be seen, to be recognized.

And when everything ended, where Cale could finally get his wanted rest,

Is when Cale acknowledged it.

Cale has a past.

Cale remembers a past.

A past where he was not Kim Rok Soo nor was he Cale Henituse.

He was a Commander too in that past.

Except, there was one thing his past had that Kim Rok Soo and Cale Henituse currently did not have.

Her.

Cale did not have her.

Cale remembers a time when they met, they were both survivors, a situation where it was kill or be killed. Cale remembers how his past self sneered at her, ignored her, and even attempted to kill her. For his walls were too high and built strong that his past self didn’t allow anyone.

But it’s not like she was any different.

Feral.

Guarded.

That was who they were.

Too many betrayals,

Too many deaths,

They both knew what it was like to bear the deaths of their companions, of their loved ones.

And perhaps that was the reason they didn’t kill each other.

“I’ll kill you next time.” She said, a grin sitting on her face as a dangerous spark glints on her eyes. He looked at her, a smirk crawled up on his face as he wiped the blood on his cheek, “Of course.”

As Cale took a sip of his drink, he clutched the stem of his glass, the familiar feeling—the memories were resurfacing again. Cale didn’t know what to do with these feelings, it was unfamiliar to him and yet it was familiar at the same time.

Longing, warmth, anger, love, sadness, and so much more were making their appearance.

Cale sighed in annoyance, running a hand through his hair as he surveyed his eyes across the room.

Annoying. Cale thought.

Cale didn’t want to feel these memories.

Cale didn’t want to feel.

Because he was not him anymore.

He was the past.

Just like how he is Cale Henituse now,

He is not him anymore.

But no matter how much Cale refused it, no matter how much he denied, it kept being there. Insisting, staying, it didn’t want to go.

Stubborn, and somehow. It reminded Cale of her.

Of how she used to argue with him, of how she’s the only one to battle him in wits, to match him in intelligence, to partner him with slyness, and to love him in greatness—

Cale flinched. The thought, the recognition of what he’s feeling flashed on his eyes however as soon as it came, it was gone.

And all the while, Cake didn’t notice the looks his group sent towards each other at his actions. Cale may not notice it, but they did.

There was a time throughout all their journey that Cale would just stare as nothing with a blank expression, normally they wouldn’t mind it as the Commander normally had his usual stoic expression, but it was different. Cale had this look, a faraway look, and sometimes, something would flash in his eyes.

An emotion that the others can’t bring themselves to say.

Cale looked—

Well he looked—

He looked defeated.

He looked as if he has resigned.

And at first, they thought that maybe the war is taking a toll on the Young Master, that everything that’s happening is tiring him out, and with that reasoning, the others helped Cale. But that excuse was not enough to describe the emotions that would cross the Commander’s face.

And they thought that once everything’s done, perhaps the Young Commander would stop having those flashes of emotions. After all, it didn’t do well for him and his group.

But it didn’t.

Even after everything’s over, even as they’re celebrating the one year anniversary of the Empire’s victory.

It didn’t end.

They would find Cale having this look and then sighing annoyedly as he rans a hand through his face, as a small frown settles. Just like now.

And the group didn’t know what to do.

Because for that split moment, it felt like Cale was not Cale.

It didn’t feel like Cale was his self.

Cale…

Cale felt different.

Different that even the dragons agreed with their opinions.

And as it happened again, today, they don’t know what to do.

Contrary to their thoughts, Cale was quite aware of his actions. He was not that dense to not notice how his friends are fretting over him whenever a memory would resurface. He was not that oblivious. But Cale couldn’t bring himself to tell them, sure there were people who knew of his true identity as Kim Rok Soo, but Cale felt that his past self—before Kim Rok Soo, was personal. Whenever Cale thought of saying it to Choi Han or maybe His Majesty, Alberu Crossman, a feeling of greed—of selfishness is holding him back.

I want to keep this to myself.

They don’t have to know.

Those thoughts would plague Cale’s mind.

And that’s another reason why Cale is annoyed, because he didn’t know what to do. Sure Cale remembers her, albeit he doesn’t exactly remember what she looked like Cale remembers her, he doesn’t remember everything, but he remembers enough.

These..

These feelings were making themselves known—making themselves to rule over him. And Cale didn’t exactly like that.

For as he said, Cale was not him anymore.

And Cale didn’t know why his past self was holding onto these feelings.

It didn’t appear back when he was Kim Rok Soo, so why was it being so noisy now?

Cale clicked his tongue in annoyance as he downed his drink and slammed his glass to the passing servant’s tray as he took another glass.

And as Cale took a sip of his new drink, hoping to distract his self enough, Cale felt another familiarity.

“Really! You shouldn’t drink so much alcohol Darling! Do you want to die? Huh?” His lover glared at him, small hands clutching at the drink he was previously holding.

“Now, Now. You know I don’t get drunk that easily.” He replied back, internally chuckling at his lover being adorable, if he compared this scene to when they first met, one would say they’re two different persons. He looked at her, wanting to picture this scene forever in his mind, wishing that all of this will never end. He wants to be with her, wants to grow old with her, he wants to give his all to her. As she was rambling, fretting over his health, she failed to notice the small adoring smile painting his features as he stares at her.

He yelped as a sharp pain smacked the back of his head, looking up while caressing his head, he was met with his lover. His lover who has this pretty and dangerous smile all the while sporting a mad glare, “Darling..”

He gulped. “Y-Yes, my love?”

“Were you listening to me?”

“Yes.”

“What did I say?”

He didn’t not reply back, for he didn’t really listen to her. Too distracted by her mere presence and the warmth she brings, the weakness she brought out of him, the feelings he gave to her when he didn’t know he was capable of being loved and loving someone, when he had confessed, kissed her, made love to her. When she gave him the home—the security that they’ve found in each other.

“Well..” He gave a cheeky smile as he didn’t know what to say, well to say the truth he really wasn’t listening. “…Darling…”

Oh no.

“H-Hey.. love.. my love? Loooovvee?” He looked at her confused as she stood still until she lifted her head up and smiled at him. It wasn’t the smile that she would give him, the one full of love and warmth, no. She was pissed.

“You should start running.”

And running he did, but amidst all. He wont deny one thing.

Truly, genuinely, sincerely, and to all the heaven and earth, in greatness of all things, to their souls will death never do them part,

He loves h—

“Fucking—“ Cale clicked his tongue loudly, running his fingers through his hair as his annoyance showed in full view, there was a tick mark on his face as he didn’t bother finishing his drink and instead slammed it to a table in frustration.

“God fucking dammit—“ However before Cale could even comprehend it, there was another one.

"No matter how many enemies we face, no matter how many scars we have, no matter how many years, decades, eras. No matter how long it is." He looks at her, his gaze full of love and care, "I will never give you up."

It sounds romantic no? If it wasn’t for the circumstances and their situations, it would’ve been nice.

His eyes told of experience, of tiredness, of love, of care, of will to live. His eyes tell. They always do.

And she opened her mouth and said—

Cale didn’t even had the chance to mull over the memory before another one surfaced again.

“Darling! I told you that’s my kill!” She pouted.

And another.

“Really, take care of yourself more okay?” She bandaged his back.

And another.

“Darling..” She smiled, “You’re not cheating on me are you?”

And another.

He looks at her, with so much love—with so much passion, “I love you.”

And another.

“Hey! You fucking handsome ass bastard! How dare you do that! Do you think I’m fucking weak??! I can survive a hit or two you motherfucking sacrificial ass sly bastard!!” And then she slapped him with all her might that he ended up on the floor.

And another

“Do you think that water is wet?” He looked at her as if she had grown two heads, “Hey! Stop looking at me like that! I said stop!”

And another

“Don’t be too sad, okay?”

And another.

“I’m tired.” “It’s okay, you can rest on me.”

And another.

“HOW FUCKING DARE YOU??!!! JUST BECAUSE I LOST MY MEMORIES FOR A WHILE YOU GAVE ME TO ANOTHER MAN??!! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU?!!! YOU CANT GIVE UP ON ME YOU ASSHOLE! YOU HEAR ME!! CANT!! HOW DARE YOU GIVE UP AND GIVE ME TO ANOTHER BASTARD WHO’S MORE OF A BASTARD THAN YOU, YOU MOTHER FUCKER!” Well, he certainly didn’t know expect for not a slap, but a punch to greet him. This was not what he expected their reunion to be.

And another.

“I… I love you..”

And another.

“My beloved handsome darling! The star of my world, the apple of my eyes, the star who shines brighter than the sun—“ He looked at her sourly, “Stop.”

And another.

“My love!”

And another.

“DAAARRRRRLLLLIIIIINNNNGGGGGGGG!!!!!”

And another.

“I’m hungry.” “…Fine, I’ll cook.”

And another.

“Have I ever told you how handsome you are with your sleeves rolled up?”

And another.

“You’re so fucking handsome and beautiful it’s illegally legal.”

And another.

“Okay. Let’s sit.” She patted the space next to her as he looked at her in confusion as his head tilted to the side but nonetheless did what she said. She looked at him with utter seriousness and when she opened her mouth he had one of the most ridiculous expression on his face, “Why the fuck are you so handsome and pretty?”

And another.

“You cooking is male wife vibes.”

And another.

“If you see my ex please slap with with all you’ve got.”

And another, and another, and another, and another

“I have told you so many times did I not? That if, if you fucking hurt yourself I will smack you. I’m not even kidding.”

“YOU FUCKING SACRIFICIAL ASS BASTARD!!!”

“Hey.. let’s meet again.”

“Kill me? Sure, not if I kill you first.”

“Let’s not do this again, okay?”

“I.. actually want to cuddle.”

“Really~ try to have fun, Darling!”

“My love!! Darling!! Look!! I managed to cut off her head!!”

“Darling! I told you not to sleep like that!”

“Darling!”

“Darrrlliingggg!!!”

“…Darling…”

“D-Darling..”

“Dar..li..ng”

“DARLING!!”

Everything went on as memories of her ruled Cale’s mind.

“Hey.. I love you okay? Forever, and ever and ever.” She brought her bloodied hand to caress his face, wanting savour everything till her last breathe. He leaned down and nuzzle her cheek, “Till death will never do us part.” He whispers.

It was all about her.

And Cale is fucking sick of it.

He was not him anymore.

He was him.

But he is now Cale fucking Henituse.

Just what is that bastard that even now he couldn’t let go of her? Cale scoffed at his past self.

Fucking hell. Cale sighed as annoyance crossed his eyes, and by now, everyone could feel Cale’s change of mood. But like before, as soon as it showed, it was gone as well. And they were left with their usual stoic red haired commander who’s quite pissed behind the mask he shows.

“Young Master, would you like to rest?” Ron, his servant, upon noticing the quick change in his Young Master’s mood, quickly went to action.

“No. I’m fine.” Cale replied.

Ron surveyed him before backing off, “Yes, Young Master.” It seems that his Young Master is annoyed at something. Just what caused this? Ron sharpened his eyes at the crowd before him, hoping to find what caused Cale’s annoyance. But alas, it was nothing.

And as Cale took another glass, he downed it. Feeling the familiar taste of alcohol, Cale could feel himself loosening up a bit.

And Cale downed another one, and another one, and another one, and another one, till glasses and glasses filled the empty table, and still.

Cale was not drunk.

Red faced? Yes.

But drunk? No.

He has a high alcohol tolerance.

Even before, a small voice whispered at the back of his mind.

Cale ignores it.

He could hear the ancient powers asking him if he’s okay, he could hear Raon’s questions. But Cale only had one answer.

“I’m fine.”

And he was, he really is fine.

Who wouldn’t when his slacker life is finally coming onto him?

And so, Cale buried her. Deep in his mind. He buried her. Because the feelings that his past self—Cale won’t even deny it. It’s starting to mark it’s own into Cale. Cale didn’t like that. It was familiar but it was unfamiliar. Cale didn’t know how to feel.

His past self loved her before.

Kim Rok Soo did not have these memories—these feelings didn’t happen then.

But Cale Henituse?

Fucking hell it’s starting to make their way to him.

It’s fucking reaching him.

And Cale—Holy shit Cale could fucking feel the warmth—the love that his past self have.

And once that feeling went through the tiny crack that Cale had, it came bursting. All in motion.

And Cale could do nothing but succumb his self to the feelings.

For Cale Henituse knew, that in the first place, he stood no chance.

Perhaps it was the reason why Kim Rok Soo felt empty. Like somehow, a part of him died.

And that part of him filled up as Cale Henituse gained these feelings.

Ah shit. Cale chuckled mockingly at his self.

I guess even after I reincarnated I still can’t let go of her huh? Fucking shit and to think I denied it this long. No wonder I can’t let go of these feelings from the past.

That sly woman already owned him from the start.

She already had me from the start.

Cale acknowledged it.

Cale recognised it.

Cale remembers it.

His past self loved her.

Hell he loved her so much that even in another life he couldn’t let go of his feelings.

Cale wonders why these feelings didn’t make their appearance back when he was Kim Rok Soo, and why only now when he’s Cale Henituse?

And yes.

Cale acknowledges the fact that these feelings— that he still loves her.

Yes.

Love.

Cale Henituse will fucking admit that he still loves her.

His past self, Kim Rok Soo, and Cale Henituse. All of them were one.

Different bodies, but the soul will always be the same.

The soul will never forget.

His soul refuses to forget.

And in turn of that, his feelings connected.

“And death will never do us part. And don’t even think of refusing.” Goddamn even death didn’t do my feelings part, Cale remembers the vow he made to her. Truly, Cale’s feelings didn’t do part. And somehow, Cale didn’t know whether he should be glad or not. After all, Cale’s alone. She’s not here. So what’s the point?

The only thing Cale has of her is his memories and the feelings.

And Cale knows he’ll never forget it.

His record will never let him.

And just as Cale drank the wine, just in time, his hyung-nim called for him.

“Cale. Come here.” Alberu motioned for him, Cale could see Alberu talking to someone in front of him, Cake couldn’t see them since Alberu was covering them.

Cale sighed again as he put down the glass and willed himself to walk towards the Emperor.

As soon as Cale was near, The Emperor, Alberu Crossman smiled brightly,

Oh no. Cake could already feel it.

“My sworn brother, the mighty young master of the silver shield! How joyous for you to come to this event, I’m sure that young master Cale’s bright silver shield will continue to protect us. Young Master Cale, you truly are a mighty and strong her-“ However, before Alberu could even finish his sentence, someone cut him off.

“Your Majesty, The Emperor Alberu Crossman, the Shining star—no, the shining sun of the Roan Empire. The sun that shines beneath us all citizens, this humble servant of the Empire is overjoyed to be in the presence of the mighty Emperor. Truly, your brightness that shines even on the darkest days will forever be embedded onto us Your Majesty, this humble servant of the Empire basks in your presence Your Majesty, as His Majesty’s beauty and grace that is like the star that shines upon us citizens brings joy to us. Truly, a lowly noble like myself can only cry in admiration.” Cale had a proud smirk in his face at the look of his hyung.

Well, if he wasn’t in the presence of these nobles he might as well give threaten his dongsaeng of the Prime Minister’s position.

Alberu forced a smile on his face as he faked a laugh and went to hug Cale, said man on the other hand graciously received his hyung’s hug however as soon as that happened,

“Bullshit.”

“You bastard.”

Cale and Alberu instantly whispered this to each other all the while sporting a bright smile, as if nothing is happening.

“Anyways.” Alberu cleared his throat as soon as the hug broke and motioned to the people behind him, the ones who he was talking with earlier, Cale noticed.

Alberu gestured his hand, “Cale, meet Duke Ophius, Duke, this is the eldest son of the Henituse Duchy.”

Ophius Duchy.

Cale remembers them.

They’re a Duchy specializing in herbs and poison as well as creating the highest grade of potions. Their Duchy aided them in the war with multiple Potions as well as ointments that worked incredibly fast.

“Cale Henituse.” Cale gave a nod to the Duke, his stoic face as usual wasn’t giving out anything of what he’s thinking.

“Yes, I’ve heard many things about you Young Master Cale.” The Duke said. You really don’t know what he’s thinking The Duke thought as he glanced at Cale, before a smile surfaced and he took a step to the side.

And it was only now that Cale noticed that the Duke brought someone else.

“Young Master, this is my daughter. She’s the one behind the antidotes and all the other potions during the war.”

And as he fully saw her, Cale felt his breathe hitch.

He knew her.

He knew that scent.

He knew those eyes.

Ever since Cale accepted the fact of his memories—that he acknowledged it, Cale gained all of his memories from the past.

And he knew that face.

He knew those eyes.

She might have a different body but the soul does not forget.

The heart will never forget.

It’s her.

She’s here.

Before him.

Standing.

Breathing.

Alive.

Wearing a dress befitting of her status as the Duke’s daughter, accessories painting her as her hair shined beneath the lights. Cale wasn’t one to be sentimental and poetic, but Cale will admit.

She’s beautiful—ethereal even. Words cannot describe her.

And Cale felt like laughing because he realized it.

Kim Rok Soo didn’t feel these feelings and these memories because she did not exist in his world before.

She was not in Kim Rok Soo’s world.

And now that she’s here?

It explains everything.

And judging by the slight widen of her eyes, it seems that she didn’t know that Cale was him.

He knows that she knows of his existence, after all, she has aided him in battle.

But he knows that she didn’t know that Cale Henituse was him.

That he was him reincarnated in this world.

After all, in this life, they have never met in person.

“It is an honor to meet the person behind the victories, Young Master Cale.”

And as Cale snapped back to the present, he let out a smirk.

A smirk of amusement.

So this is how she’s going to play it?

Fine. I’ll play her game.

Cale’s smirk widened as a glint flashed in his eyes.

“Human! You have that face again! Are we going to steal something? Who are we scamming?”

Steal? Yeah, sure.

I’m going to steal her.

And when Cale opened his mouth,

Alberu almost tripped.

“I’ve heard many things about you, My lady.”

MY LADY?!!!!

“It seems that the esteemed Lady of the Ophius Duchy is quite the genius.”

Cale’s group looked at in incredulously, sure they’ve seen him do that but usually it’s because of their plan. But this?

They didn’t know what made him do this.

“Your abilities have greatly aided us during the battle, My Lady.”

Cale’s smirked just became larger at her look.

He knows she knows that she expected this, but to think he’ll actually do it..

I bet she didn’t know that.

Cale ignored their looks as he gave a bright smile towards her, “I’ve been wanting to meet you but it seems that My Lady was too busy.”

That wasn’t a lie. Cale really was trying to make contact with her in hopes that he’ll make a deal with her, but all Cale got in response was a letter sent by—Cale presumes— is one of her people. And Cale that time didn’t mind it, as long as he got what he wanted all is well.

And to be honest, Cale didn’t really mind not meeting her. At first.

But who’s to say Cale wouldn’t use this opportunity to make contact with her now?

“Ah.. my apologies Young Master. It seems I was too busy during those times.” Cale could see her holding back a frown as she smiled.

Oh?

She really isn’t giving in.

“Cale.”

“Pardon?” She looks at him confused, but what came out of Cale’s mouth shook her whole being.

“Just call me Cale.”

This.. this bastard!

What the hell is he doing?!!

She gritted her teeth as she sharply glares at Cale, said man merely smiled as his eyes glints in amusement.

Seeing that, she sneered at him. Quite openly so.

He knows what he’s goddamn doing!

Really—!!!

And the fact that he’s dressed like that— a black commander uniform—courtesy of his majesty with a little threat to Cale with the Prime Minister’s Position— with half of his hair tied with a black ribbon, handsome and beautiful features, Cale looks ethereal.

Fucking hell he always does—

Everyone—literally everyone around them felt shock coursing through their bodies.

Does Cale know this woman?

Is he affiliated with her?

But from what he said he hasn’t met her right?

Or has he?

Confusion filled people’s mind, especially Cale’s family as well as the Emperor.

Heck, Duke Ophius felt his jaw land on the floor at the thought that his daughter and the young hero knows each other.

They have never seen Cale act like this.

Choi han didn’t see this side of Cale— even as Kim Rok Soo.

So how?

Why?

Who is this woman that made Cale—the Young Master like this?

“I believe I cannot do that, Young Master.”

Cale raised a brow, “And why is that, Young Lady of the esteemed Ophius Duchy?” Cale said with a close eyed smile.

She felt her twitch before the same bright smile appeared on her face, “I believe the Young Master of the Silver Shield is too mighty and is too high for me to casually address the Young Master informally.”

“Nonsense. It wouldn’t be if I, myself—gave you permission to.”

“But I am a mere—“

“My Lady, you are from a Duchy who have made quite the accomplishments and contributions during the war.”

“And compared to the Young Master who lead the war and came back with victories, I am but a mere peasant.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, Young Master.”

“But I remember that the Young Lady had become a big part of the war’s victory.” Cale smirked.

“It is small compared to the Young Master of the Henituse Duchy.” She countered with a smile of her own.

“My Lady.”

“Young Master.”

Thunder seemed to spark between to the two as smiled became strained.

Cale sighed, so this is how you’re going to this huh?

Fine.

“Your Majesty.”

“Yes, Cale?”

“Don’t we have the problem of numerous bugs and different kinds of insects infecting on one of our land?” Cale mentioned.

Alberu, confused but still responded. “Yes. I believe the council are coming up with solutions for that, although I have my own alternative.” Now, what is this crazy bastard planning? Alberu looked at Cale suspiciously.

Cale smiled,

Oh no.

She already knows where this is going.

“I believe that the Young Lady of the Ophius Duchy would be the perfect fit to give this task t—“

“Darling.”

Got you.

Cale smiled brightly, “Yes, my love?”

She stared at him with annoyance as she clicked her tongue, “You planned this, did you not?”

“I believe I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She scoffs at him in reply, turning her head away with a ‘hmph!’.

And amidst all, Cale only smiled at her adoringly. Looking at her with warmth and love that the people around him flinched. Especially Alberu.

Least to say, everyone had the memory of their lives.

Literally.

The Beauty of the Butterfly Effect in TCF

The amazing thing about Cale's actions in TCF, is that despite his "selfish" (and I use that words very skeptically; just because you gain profit from helping people doesn't negate the good things you do) choices to change the story he read in "The Birth of a Hero", all of his actions actually make a bigger and better impact than Cale himself can even imagine.

And I'm not just talking about him saving the world from a 20-year-long war and the White Star winning.

Starting with Choi Han, who got demoted from the Main Hero to the Second in Command. Despite his obvious physical predisposition to take on the protagonist role, he's actually much happier as someone with less responsibility. By "stealing" his spotlight, Cale turned Choi Han from a depressed hero with the weight of the world on his shoulders, to a man who's learning leadership skills from the best leader there is: Cale.

Saving Raon from death had enormous consequences, not just for Cale's side chances of success but for the fate of dragons accross the continent. Even the World Tree mentoned how much Nature was shaken by this diversion from the original timeline.

Making Lock and Choi Han meet just a bit early changed the fate of his entire family, as well as the other Wolves they rescued from Endable much later in the story.

Saving Paseton, who discovered vital information, prevented the mermaids and Arm from taking over the ocean routes from the Whale Tribe.

Connecting with Toonka not only developed his character from a self-destructive brute into a decent leader, but also saved the entire Whipper Kingdom, which was supposed to lose against the Empire in a prolonged conflict.

Putting out the fire in the Jungle saved it from an even more terrible fate than it burning down: Cale unintentionally stopped Elisneh's plot to mind-control Litana and her warriors to attack the Whipper Kingdom.

Befriending Alberu changed the game completely, because Alberu was the one who connected Cale with the Dark Elves and the last Necromancer – who were absolutely essential for their victory against Arm and the White Star. They could have never won without them, even with dragons on their side. Not to mention how thanks to Cale, Alberu figured out a way to overcome the "curse" of the Sun God and got a weapon which could slay the strongest Unranked Monster.

Without Mary Cale couldn't have helped Hannah, who alongside Jack was also absolutely essential to winning against he Empire without a ton of people dying in a bloody revolution. And with Jack in charge as the new Pope, Cale basically made peace between the Sun Church and creatures with dark affinities.

And last but not least, by saving Ron and helping him bring back the Molan Household, Cale flipped the entire eastern continent's underworld upside down, since it was under Arm's control.

Basically, Cale action's had such a large impact it's hard to call it Butterfly Effect anymore – more like "HurriCale Effect", lol. No wonder he became a famous heroic figure across both continents. He single-handedly changed the entire world.

...Too bad Cale is allergic to self awareness 😂

og!Cale: It’s family moments like these that I’ll never forget.

Rok Soo: Hopefully, with a good therapist, we will.

Must I be a contributing member of society, isn't it enough for me to stay in bed and read all day