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chch, short, character study, pre-relationship:
It’s difficult not to get caught up in the whirlwind that is Cale Henituse.
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Choi Han remembers what it was like. He remembers slinking through the forest, dodging and slashing. He recalls raking through the monsters because fighting was all he had, survival all he aspired to acquire. He remembers taking care of his own wounds, cauterizing them with a fire hidden in a cave because to light one out in the open was just inviting more trouble - and remembers sleeping with one ear open, always on the edge of springing up. Of securing his own wellbeing.
Things aren’t so harried now. He can breathe, he can look around and smell the roses. He can live, beyond the mere barebones that is his survival - he can enjoy life and all the people he’s learned to surround himself with, learned to create relationships with and now protect, because he’s been told and now recognizes that his strength can be used for more than simple violence. He protects, and he loves. So he doesn’t know why that now - when he’s out of that darkness that is the forest he once fell into and was lost in - he feels so on edge. Like he’s tiptoeing around a monster’s new nest and holding his breath in case he wakes it.
“Cale-nim.”
Cale coughs, waving away his concern before he appears to think better of it. He reaches out a hand, one instantly grasped by the master swordsman as he tugs the other man up. The redhead wipes his mouth, his hand coming away bloody.
Again, Choi Han feels that damned feeling. His heart thunders in his chest and a knot of something curls up just under it as he watches helplessly as Cale shakes in place.
“I-” the redhead scowls, before resuming his blank expression, “-am in pain. Ugh, what I wouldn’t give to have a shower right now.”
“If I could I’d bring you back home-”
“Wait,” Cale held up a hand, blinking owlishly. Choi Han waits, as ordered, as if the man’s word is gospel and it might as well have been to the dutiful swordsman, and the redhead drops his arm, looks over at Choi Han and very seriously says, “I’m going to pass out now.”
“Cale-nim!” thankfully, Choi Han is right beside him and can catch him as the redhead drops. The enemy is still haranguing their allied forces upon their battlefield, but thanks to Cale Henituse, their numbers have halved.
In any case, the man is in no fighting condition, and as Choi Han quickly resituates him in the small tent they erected towards the back of their army lines, he feels the knot in his chest grow larger and more pressing, his heart thundering as if it’s been insulted.
Am I mad? Is this anger?
It doesn’t feel quite like it, but Choi Han knows one thing. He hates this feeling, and for making Cale this way - and therefore for making Choi Han feel this odd, disastrous emotion roiling even now in his body - the enemy will pay. They will pay dearly for this.
“Please rest, Cale-nim,” he murmurs to the sleeping man, breathing evenly on the bed in the tent. He lets their mutual friend and healer elf Pendrick tend to their general as he leaves the tent and palms the hilt of his sword. He leaps into the fray like that, confused and storming with that ugly feeling, and shoulders any other thought for now except the resolve to raze these demons to the ground and bring their side a victory worthy of the sacrifice their Cale has made for them.
It promises to be a fight their enemy will never walk away from again.
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When they were five, it was them two. Then two against the world.
Their mothers were friends - still are to this day - and they’d insisted their two sons had to follow.
They’d been pushed together, nudged into a pair in the sandbox, shoved into play dates. They were made to go on errands to and from each other’s house next door, knocking on the large iron door in the early afternoon hours as their mother watched a few meters away, until the door swung open and the other mother - with a smile as pleased as punch - peeked out.
”Are you here to see your friend, Jungsu?” Mrs. Kim would always ask.
Really, in retrospect, it was a miracle he and Kim Roksu hadn’t fused together by sheer force of their parents trying to make them blood brothers.
And it explained a lot about what he was doing now, throwing a clumsy upper hook into the jaw of a stubbled man who staggered toward him with a scowl.
”Run, idiot!”
Jungsu laughed high and loud, wrist snagged by a slight hand and tugging him toward the exit.
He was high on adrenaline and the youth he shared with his forever-friend. From five to seventeen he’d spent his entire life, it seemed, with this boy who was shoving his head down behind a garbage can, peering out of the alleyway to check for anyone who might’ve followed.
They were seventeen, friends, and having the time of their lives.
They were seventeen, friends - and nursing a quiet, tender kind of love that only one of them knew about.
But Jungsu was okay with that.
For now, this was just fine.
”What are you smiling about? Did that mammoth beat your brains into a pulp?”
”Shut up bastard,” Jungsu laughed, smacking the other boy upside the head and making him squawk. “Now, come on. Let’s go get food. I’m starved!”
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“Did you ever really love me?”
…in choicale
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hot built murdery men being railed by hot slight rich disasters
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I’ve really been feeling bottom!vicross
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guardians of the galaxy as cale henituse’s ancient powers
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Everyone!
“--get in the camera. Rok Soo!”
“On it...”
CJS yelps as he’s grabbed from his adoring masses, hauled ass by a KRS who uses his weak fragile body to his advantage knowing CJS can’t drag his heels in for fear of breaking his fragile back.
CJS laughs, saying, “Alright. Alright! I’m coming-eep!”
He yelps--muffled--as his mouth is stuffed with a piece of frosted cake, his cheeks puffing out like a chipmunks.
“If you listened this wouldn’t have happened-”
“Ready-?”
“One
“Two
“Three--
“HAPPY NEW YEARS. CHEESE-”
The shutter snaps, the flash leaving circles in everyone’s vision for the following minutes. They don’t care, nor are they really impaired, food flying everywhere as LSH slams it into KRS’ face, CJS goes ducking, another team member laughs, and the entire party descends into mad, frantic, half-drunk revelry.
It’s merrymaking, and as KRS--Cale Henituse--blinks away the memory, his nose bleeding fresh over his lips, he drops his gaze, studying the hands that are pale, no longer scarred, so different from the hands of that memory, flinging frosted cake by the fistfuls and laughing like mad.
“...human? Are you okay?”
“...I am. Just thinking of something similar.”
Cale Henituse looks up to the roomful of his family crowded around him, a large cake lit up with candles and small handheld fireworks sizzling here and there.
He smiles, not a smirk, or a twist of his lips, a warm curve--though small--to his mouth which makes Raon perk up in brightness.
“GOOD. Now blow out the candles, this mighty dragon will let you do it this year-”
Cale scoops up the squawking dragon into his arms, scoops up On and Hong into them as well once they clamber up his legs and shoulders. They approach the cake, the flickering lights and the affection they can nearly touch, pervading the room.
“Any last minute wishes? No? Then-”
Happy New Year, Henituse Household and the Anti-WS brigade, is the caption on the cake, but it’s smudged by excited paws and a human hand soon enough.
Flinging-
End.
#finished#LCF#lcfficlet#new year's fic#feel good#fluff#family feels#cale henituse & everyone#reminiscing#parallels#team modern#nostalgia
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cottagecore au but the setting is the sea, a quiet curve of the coast that few know of, and even fewer visit. there are several gulls, dipping and hanging out in tiny groups where the waves are shallow and fish lurk. they chase clams, other ocean prey, before flying back out again. the sun hangs low over the horizon. they sky is a mess, a blur of pinks, oranges and burning yellows. the purples are higher up, threatening to encroach. evening is approaching, and all is calm. even the waves seem to slow, slapping leisurely at the arms of the sand like they're brushing away the day. cleaning it blank. flat. back to where it was before morning.
kim rok soo lives in a coast like this. it's the very one, where his modest cabin sits, small but sturdy. it has low ceilings, thick clay walls. the rooves are thatched but that doesn't mean the rain leaks through. though he can't do much against the humidity of the sea. salt pervades the place, smelling of water. it's peaceful, a place he has for himself and his two cats. his brothers promised to visit with a new pet soon. last kim rok soo heard, it was a lizard. he just hopes it isn't a snake. he doesn't know how it would fare against on and hong. it would be a small miracle if they didn't eat it.
kim rok soo's days start the same. open the windows, open the blinds. he usually wakes with the sun, to see the sunrise is one of the quiet highlights of his day. he doesn't work. not out here, though he has his connection to the rest of the world via his trusty laptop.
after dawn it's breakfast and chores. he makes a simple meal, nothing heavy. some days it's a salad, some days a bowl of fruits. occasionally it's a dish with lean meats and or eggs laden on top, but he doesn't usually start with that. it's bad on his grumpy stomach. after breakfast it's dishes. they glisten brightly in the swamp of light. they dry out on the rack because he doesn't have a dishwasher. but as it's only him it's fine. he doesn't have many dishes to wash at any one time. then for chores:
"what are you doing. move your butt," he tells the kittens, sweeping with a broom around his small cabin. he brushes away the sand and small crabs skittering away with a scuttle. they'll probably be back in several hours.
#unfinished#I need to start tagging all the stuff that aren't finished so people stop expecting things of me#lcf#lcfideas#cottagecore au#kim rok soo & average n year olds#sea#kim rok soo#cale henituse#on#hong#raon#the gulls
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All semblance of logic was blasted out of his head as Choi Han cupped his cheeks, holding him like he was something terribly fragile. He tilted his head, breathed. The soft exhale dusting the red lips mere hair’s width from his face.
“I’m going to kiss…kiss you now.”
Warmth exploded over Kim Rok Soo’s lips and it was such a shock that he forgot to close his eyes. He saw Choi Han’s tightly clenched ones, the red face. The nerves melting away to bliss from a simple chaste peck.
“…”
Kim Rok Soo recalled the summer of 2021, and how the star athlete, pride and joy of Roan High School fell in love with the laziest bookworm alive.
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“you like spending time with me, don’t you?”
”…”
”if you want to keep coming here go apologize to all the people you punched yesterday. I’ll know if you don’t.“
and ws after much heel dragging and childish scowling and negative reinforcement which is cale refusing to read him the books he likes with the little voices, goes to apologize, throws them a bunch of flowers as an apology gift and goes stamping back to cale, loudly and announcing that this changes nothing while cale just tugs him into his lap and cracks open the first book-
time twist au where white star is de-aged into the brattiest terror of all time and cale adopts him and shows him what it means to be human and flawed and loved (and TO love)
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time twist au where white star is de-aged into the brattiest terror of all time and cale adopts him and shows him what it means to be human and flawed and loved (and TO love)
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ch x ch that starts with “tell me why we have to break up.”
inspired by the k-drama “our beloved summer.”
modern au with exchange student choi han and master’s candidate cale henituse. it’s all going well until the school releases a campus wide notice that on-campus dorms are closing for a month.
”we’re fumigating,” is the essence of the email they send out, far too late to be efficient, but wasn’t that always the way of college administration?
either way, the two are left to scramble for a place to live and they end up in the same hotel, the same floor, looking at the same sublease for an apartment they visit on the same day.
“…roommates?” is the bland offer by the redhead once they meet, decide neither is likely a serial killer, is too desperate to care if the are a serial killer, and nod.
choi han nods too, blinking like he’s coming out of a trance. a bewitched look on his face for some reason ever since they met.
“sooo…shall we sign?”
the apartment renter looks between the two with a curious expression.
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fast forward and
#tcfprompts#holiday tease#happy holidays#will continue when I find motivation to#choi han x cale henituse
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How I imagine some places in TCF would look like irl
Path of No Return:
Directory:
Grey Eye Lake:
Gorge of Death:
The World Tree:
Forest of Darkness:
Valley of Despair:
Sealed God's Temple:
Land of Death:
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keywords: albecale modern au, meet on the morning subway train
“hm?” he bumped into someone. “oh. sorry—“
“that’s alright,” the guy turned his head slightly. “the train is pretty crowded.”
“unfortunately yes,” alberu smiled. red eyes looked at him from under a pair of red brows which cocked up unevenly, “gotta love rush hour, no?”
“you have a strange sense of love,” with that the guy threw him a distracted smile before facing forward again. he reached into his back pocket, bringing his hand very — extremely — close to alberu’s crotch, but thankfully avoided actually making contact. inevitably, because they really were pressed pretty close and the train was dreadfully crowded as always, alberu got a good glimpse of two kids in the phone the guy pulled out. there was also a black snickerdoodle.
“you have kids?”
“i have three,” the guy replied, eyes flicking toward him briefly. “are you married?”
“dreadfully single, i’m afraid.”
“what’s dreadful about it? i enjoy the free time,”
the guy then pulled out a set of ear buds, plugging them into his ears, therefore ending the conversation. alberu watched him for a moment, admired his handsome silhouette for a moment as well, before he turned to look out the window at the passing landscape. it would be several more minutes before he arrived at his station and he passed those while listening to soft jazz he could hear lightly filtering through the guy’s ear buds and watching the hills go by. the sky was overcast but there wasn’t rain.
“ilsan. the next stop is ilsan station. ilsan.”
“i’m getting off at the next stop,” he warned, tapping a broad shoulder.
the guy looked back, “so am i, don’t worry,”
alberu smiled which the guy returned. they pulled into the station and were almost shoved out by the pile of busy commuters flooding out behind them as well.
“have a good one,” the guy said — or at least alberu believed he did — before they got separated, swept away by the crowd. alberu managed a wave, which he may or may not have seen. he stepped quickly through the station, doing his best to avoid being jostled.
#lcf#lout of the count’s family#albert crossman x cale henituse#cale henituse#albert crossman#modern au#lcfideas#unfinished
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demon and angels au with angel choi han and demon alberu, no one knows why the two aren’t flipped by nature one is perpetually smiling and soft spoken while the other glowers at everything. at every meeting alberu is “hello everyone, lovely meeting today,” while choi han just hides. there’s even a secret-not-so-secret petition to have them switch places for the day — just to try it you know? for efficiency’s sake — not that they do anything about it. they just go about their days, not caring, not bothering to correct people this is them this is their personality and they don’t intend to change it just for public opinion to turn in their favor. then comes the day a human wanders into their midst and suddenly choi han is springing flowers and cupids which circle around your head and sing love songs. and suddenly alberu can neither be seen or heard from anywhere he just appears a month later with a satisfied smile. cale: “uh…hi?” alberu, smiling: “i tied our souls together and you can’t escape me wherever you go or travel or leave. hello”
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