[Tcf x wmmap] [Being rewritten] Cale coughed as he looks in drew tham-his mother's diary. 'My excuse of an uncle have a son' 'Obelia? Never heard of it and novel didn't even mentioned!' 'damn you, GoD!' ~~~~'' Felix sat in his mother's room as he flips the diary "my runaway father had a Sister..?" "Drew thames..?" ~~~'' Felix ran behind Athanasia , he said "princess, please slow down! You will fall!" Athanasia giggles and ran looking back at Felix as she bumped into a certain someone. Athanasia looks up"owie, sorry..huh..red-hair.?" -Trash of the count's family -who made me a princess -found the cover on Pinterest - Cale harem and fun, chaos~

╰─➛✎﹏ | ❝in which cale is tired of his soul being thrown out one after another. so why doesn't he enjoy it this time, hm?❞ ✎ a crossover fanfiction between 'who made me a princess and 'trash of the count's family'

[Trash of the Count's Family x Genshin Impact] [TCF x GI] Cale enters the world of Teyvet. However, unbeknownst to him, a cult, no, rather, a religion worshipping him from the starting days of Teyvet had been planted and secured before he knew, and now he must struggle to survive. [Cale Henituse x Various GI men] ❗️NOT ACCURATE to the lore and may be OOC. (I quitted GI but I'm still gonna write this, lol.) ❗️Many mistakes? (I don't proofread before publishing.) #1 in #genshin (12/8/24) #1 in #trashofthecountsfamily (3/18/25)

Cale's third life. He's tired damn it. 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐃 (𝔞𝔡𝔧.) 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡; 𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔡𝔦𝔟𝔩𝔶 𝔢𝔵𝔥𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔡

After defeating the white star, Cale thought that he would be able to enjoy his life with his family but now he suddenly finds himself in a weird place in a child's body. Now, he needs to sing in front of aliens or die?! This shit show just won't ever end! Found the cover picture on Pinterest by ~"*°•.White_Willow_Twig.•°*"~ Alien stage x tcf !WARNING! -angst(?) -Human experimentation(?) -Trauma(?) -Etc.

┌─── ∘°❉°∘ ───┐ 𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 └─── °∘❉∘° ───┘ ➤【Kim Minwoo is a man of few words with nothing in his pockets, one day while travelling home by taking a subway home, something unexpected happens.】 This is Omniscient reader's viewpoint x male oc SHIP(S) Secretive plotter x male oc Kim Dokja x male oc Yoo Junghuk x male oc Although this is male oc fic, you can refer to the oc as a reader that is (y/n) or yourself in the comments or just imagine your oc. There isn't much for the intro but i hope you enjoy!

it was all quiet... before god of death had to ruin it with his annoying voice. yes, Cale died and he wished to rest. but it seems like this annoying bastard won't ever let him. now he has to save the world again and he still wishes of slacker life. will he achieve his goal? or fail? let's see! warning ⚠️ avengers are not mine neither is Cale or any other characters. I'm just creating a fanfic.

Cale Henituse was ready to laze his life away, sipping apple juice under the shade of a tree. But when he pisses off the wrong god-again-he finds himself forcefully reincarnated into a strange, modern world full of manipulative teenagers and psychological warfare. The catch? The God of Death has given him one mission: become the perfect bride for a cold, unreadable genius named Kiyotaka Ayanokoji. If he fails? Eternal suffering (and no apple juice). If he succeeds? He can return to his peaceful life... possibly with a few emotional scars. But Cale has no intention of falling in love-or being anyone's bride. Too bad Ayanokoji might just be as messed up as he is.

《Trash of the count's family x Percy Jackson and the Olympians fanfiction》 𝑯𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉, 𝑨 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅, 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉. 𝑭𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕, 𝒚𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕, 𝒏𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓, 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅'𝒔 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓. 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍, 𝑯𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍. Chiron's instincts had been right. The attic reeked of dust and prophecy, the Oracle's hollow gaze glowing faintly in the dim light. A crimson shield. A child of Death. Shadows and heroes. The words carved into his mind felt urgent-like a warning, not a mere foretelling. This wasn't just another demigod arriving at Camp Half-Blood. No, this one carried a weight far older, far heavier. And Chiron couldn't shake the feeling that, this time, the camp wasn't just gaining a hero. It was welcoming a storm. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── (Cross-posted on ao3)