Harry has been through so many different timelines, some close to his first. He wakes up in a new life to find he is the older brother of none other than the great Sirius Black and underrated Regulus Black. How will this life treat him?

Kim Rok Soo opens his eyes as Cale Henituse on the day of his mother's funeral. He knows he must devise a plan to survive the impending war and achieve his dream of becoming a rich slacker. Can he truly navigate the challenges ahead? A visit from the god of death alters everything. With newfound knowledge and a twist of fate, Cale's journey takes an unexpected turn, setting him on a path filled with danger, intrigue, and the possibility of a life beyond his wildest dreams. I don't own the original story Trash of a count family this is simply a fanfic made by a bored fan. This is not canon. No my picture found on Pinterest This is my first time trying to write English is not my first language I'm just a bit bored and what to try something. Please give me some advice if you have but if you're just here to critique on my work then just stop reading I'm just doing this for fun. Also is currently cross posted on Ao3 under the same name.

Instead of transmigrating as Kim Rok Soo, Cale Henituse was sent back in time after he was reincarnated as Kim Rok Soo. But what he didn't expect, with the regression and soul merging, he was sent back after he was beaten up by Choi Han(which happened earlier than before), but the after effects were much worse than he imagined. aka: an OG! Cale harem (because he deserves all the love) with the fictional version of narcolepsy and sleep apnea. (note: I do not have medical experience or knowledge about this, that's why I made a fictional version lol)

Kim Roksoo could only sigh as he managed to read the diary before he could even plan anything upon transmigrating into Cale Henituse's body a week before the Harris Village Massacre. That damned trash hid his fucking daughter from everyone. [a/n: this is not an omegaverse fic lmao, and if you do not like mpreg; do not read this fic]

¿Qué pasaría si una preadolescente entrara al juego del calamar? Todos los jugadores tienen deudas, problemas, algo que los llevó ahí... pero ella no. Nadie le dio la tarjeta, nadie pensó en reclutarla. Sin embargo, no podían sacarla. Era demasiado tarde; ya era parte de los juegos.

How it is possible to be a Derrick Berg ripoff just because it was his last cosplay before he died? Well... It was better to be blessed with a nerfed sun pathway cheat than nothing at all. ---------------- An Otaku was transmigrated into Trash of the Count's family. Unfortunately, he only read the Season 1 Manhwa version. The Otaku, now a son of a scorned Duke, would he be able to bring changes to their Kingdom? What would happen when he meet the main cast? AN: T_T I suck at summaries. Sorry.

When Kim co. already lost their hope to see their star once again. A miracle happened as the star stream regain its power. They got a new sub scenario. Can they save Kim Dokja and birng him back to their world or will he lost him again? [Part 2] of My Family

Somehow, a narcoleptic transmigrator is working as a stablehand in the Henituse County. That's fine, there's no way Cale would care enough about this random boy working with the horses, right? He can just stay here unnoticed, never getting involved with the story... Agh, if he knew he'd transmigrate, he would've at least read more of it first! - Trash of the Count's Family (TOTCF) / Lout of the Count's Family (LOTCF) Fanfiction. I don't own TCF/LCF, this is just fan fiction. WARNINGS: CASUAL DEPICTIONS OF SELF HARM, MURDER, AND IMPLIED/REFERENCED RAPE/NONCON* READ AT OWN RISK. *Implied/Reference Sexual Assault occurs at Chapters 11 and 20. Emphasis on 'implied' as it does not occur in text, just in dialogue and context clues.

Kim Rok Soo was death for 3 month and being a wandering ghost as he cannot leave his team alone and felt like he still need to protect them. "Hey, broken soul, how about you live as me?" Kim Rok Soo was heard some kid voice as he woke up in 7 years old pale boy. "What?"

I just ride my motorcycle to get back from the tiring work... Tinn! Tinn! Carsh! And I get hit by truck. No, not the truck... It's car! Did I just die like this? 'Ahh... I don't want to die yet...' I don't know that, my wish make me hope I just die that day.