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Everyone Deserves to be Loved ||Trash of the Count's Family|| by Fan_Girl_101_
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Cale was similar to himself-Kim Rok Soo-in an assortment of things, but his reactions were not of someone who had given in. No, they were of someone clinging to a ledge between giving in and fighting back. The ledge was more dangerous than the ground that built it. Rok Soo could not let this punk who reminded him of himself self-destruct and become trash. He also couldn't just ignore the punk who has dreams of the future. Rok Soo smiles slightly, but Cale thinks it looked quite sad. The older boy removes his hand and extends it, "Punk, you and I seem to be oddities in this world. Let's ensure ourselves peaceful lives," Or alternatively: Kim Rok Soo gets brought into the Roan Kingdom as the youngest adopted child of a noble family in the Henituse Territory. Oh, he's also three years too early.
You thought that's it? [Tcf × Debut Or Die] by twinklestars_
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Cale Henituse survived wars, monsters, and scheming gods. So naturally, his reward is waking up in a world where the biggest threat is... not debuting a random guy as a K-pop idol. Failure? Death. Success? Peace and a ticket home. But seriously-who even is Park Moondae, and why does Cale have to babysit his singing career? Or Cale in 'Debut or Die' world
Incarnation of Red (TCF/TBOAH) by abistmpst
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Unknown beings had entered their slumber since the day of the first conflict between the Divine race and the Demonic race ended, but an unusual shift in time brought due to the interference of the gods had disturbed their sleep. The situation had a strong influence on a certain redhead who 'accidentally' returned to the past and encountering people he didn't expect to meet in this life. ⚠️ - English is not my first language. Disclaimer: [All Rights belong to Yoo Ryeo Han and to the owner of the cover picture.]
Holy Prince | TCF/TBOAH x COTHE by abistmpst
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"Father, please don't let Amelia marry that audacious man." Nate's mind went blank hearing his son's request for the first time in a while. The Holy Emperor found it somewhat familiar that he heard in the last few days. Right. His daughter Amelia somewhat says something similar. It looks like his quiet son, Amelia's twin, took another turn after waking up and became strange as well. The prince's gray eyes filled with resolve matched his fiery hair. Never breaking eye contact with his father who's intently listening and looking to him. This makes the prince smile surprising both the Chief Chamberlain and the Holy Emperor. His children were all acting strange these days. Disclaimer: [All Rights belong to Yoo Ryeo Han, to 카페인나무s and to the owner of the cover picture.]
Harry Potter and the Supreme Commander by Nanami_Haeru
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Cale wanted to be reincarnated into a stone after his death. Or so he wants But the death has another plan for him. Being reincarnated into the world with Magic and Wizardry seems to be alright but another white star in bald version?! He never hated the himdamned bastard that much before. Now, he is stuck in another complicated world where he won't be able to have his slacker life especially with the golden trio on his care. Let's see how this Supreme Commander finally smack the god of death's on his back with the lingering enemy around him shouting 'work'.
Chrysanthemum and Iris by DudaCardoso58
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(LCF and TBOAH reaction fic). Permanently sealing away the God of Despair had stronger consequences than expected. Even the God of Balance did not expect the turmoil this action would generate in different worlds. The God of Death comes up with a stupid idea, but it can work: to bring people from both dimensions together to watch his son's past, seeking a connection between the two worlds to happen, thus achieving that they reach balance between themselves. But of course, some people with strong personalities, desperate, full of arrogance and beliefs that are difficult to change, all together and watching a redhead who thinks one way, but acts another, can generate a bit of chaos.
Two worlds apart, yet my skin yearns for your touch [TCF/LCF Fanfiction] by Yingsen
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an alternate universe in which their soulmate's wound appears in the exact same spot on their bodies. Kim Rok Soo is suicidal as a result of the abuse he has suffered. Due to the wound mark on his wrist that keeps reappearing, Alberu is doing everything he can to find his soulmate. He believes he will never find his soulmate, at least not until Kim Rok Soo finally transmigrates as Cale Henituse.
Chaos! Destruction! Death! [TCF/LCF Fanfiction] by Yingsen
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TCF Characters got transported to The Birth of a Hero's world as an overpowered five years old. Soldiers going into war? Nah. A bunch of overpowered five years old going into war and beating the enemies' asses? YES. In the eyes of the enemies, specifically the bear tribe, a bunch of five-year-olds are approaching them at a fast pace. They almost laughed, thinking it was a joke. But when one of their members got punched, causing them to fly towards the ends of the world and who knows where, they gulped. Roan Kingdom's secret ultimate weapon... a bunch of strong five-year-olds...?
Unfortunate by D3onH4rt
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"My goodness! Young master, get down from there!" exclaimed the elder as he gazed up at the extraordinary sight unfolding before his eyes. Perched atop the lofty branches of a majestic tree, a little boy with tousled red hair cast his eyes upon a breathtaking tableau. The sun, radiant but gentle, painted the scene with warmth, its rays illuminating the world below without a hint of scorching intensity. Birds, like winged notes of a harmonious symphony, danced through the air with uninhibited grace, while the bustling streets below pulsed with the rhythm of life itself. "It's perfect," whispered the boy with a serene smile, as if he had discovered a secret haven hidden within the embrace of nature itself. This moment, this ethereal vision, seemed to encapsulate an idyllic ending, a canvas painted with perfection. "I finally found it, the perfect burial place."