Kim Rok Soo was enjoying his time reading a trashy romance novel. He really didn't expect to get sucked into it so literally. As stated in the tags, the ships for this fic are: Choi Han x Kim Rok Soo (Roksu Henituse) Alberu Crossman x Original Cale Henituse

Kaveh smiled a little at the question, almost letting out a chuckle, "You're being awfully nice." He says as his voice trails off at the last words. "Should I be concerned?" "Shut up Kaveh, I'm just being a good person here. Unless you don't want me to stay here with you and comfort you, I can leave." Alhaitham scoffs and pulls his arm away. Kaveh is quick to pull his arm back and look up at his junior while his chin was resting on his chest, "I don't know what happened to you, but I'll enjoy it while it lasts." He says, smiling as tears continue to stream down his face. - Main plot will be angst. - hurt/comfort - fluff - smut - lime - etc.

When Kaveh's voice is mysteriously taken from him after a harrowing desert incident, his world begins to crumble in silence. Haunted by memories he can't fully understand and burdened by secrets he refuses to share, he finds himself entangled in a quiet battle against his own predicament. Alhaitham, his Insufferable and Irritatingly logical roommate, becomes his unexpected anchor, helping him navigate this new reality while struggling to understand his own deepening feelings. Was his need to protect Kaveh driven by affection? Or was it simply the desire to keep the one constant in his life intact? Art by: @snifflesmp4

Fang of Fortune X My Journey to You fanfic. But mostly to Bai Jiu and Xue Chongzi.

[COMPLETED] Everything around him was blurry. His body aching painfully despite the common fact that his ancient power should've healed his wounds by now. Cale couldn't even utter a low whine when he felt his wrist burn at the painful friction of the rope that was tying him. "Cale." The redhead looked at the source of the voice, a blurry shade of red moving in front of him. There was then a lamp that was settled beside him, Cale blinks to see the White Star fully in front of him and his guard raised at the maximum in case on what he plans on doing. "Eat." There was then a piece of meat that met against Cale's bleeding lips. The disgusting stench of blood penetrating his nose as he weakly glared at the man. White Star smirked, "Go on, eat. You'll get stronger." Cale's eyes blown wide when he saw the meat that the White Star was trying to feed him. It looks like a charred one that was burnt from cooking, if you ignore how blood still seeps from one of the tendons. "....!" The White Star then forced his mouth open, easily clenching Cale's jaw as he stuffed the black meat inside his mouth. Tears pooled at the side of Cale's reddish-brown eyes as he tried to spit out the meat. He can't, for the love of God, he just can't. "Listen to my pleads, my dear child. Eat." 'No...' "Raon..." ✶⊶⊷⊶⊷❍⊶⊷⊶⊷✶ This is a canon divergence. Please note that this work have trigger warnings such as blood, gore, slavery and manipulation. The main tag would be Dead Dove Do Not Eat.

Deserted in a new place with minimum knowledge. Forced to survive an apocalypse with lingering regrets that still haunts him minutely... His story has never been told. Always has been the person behind the screen, not one to put his true self in the spotlight. That puppet master laments his life as he bears this new name and its responsibility.

"Living Dream Catcher" One of many ridiculous nickname that his colleagues gave him as Kim Rok Soo was based on that ornament originated from the West... Well, that transmigator had never thought that even as Cale, the spirit of that nickname lives on.

Year after year. Month after month. Day after day. I ended up alone. I was ignorant. I was so wishful. 'Cale.... You know it's useless...' Yeah. I know. But I just... Want to.. Please... Can someone make me disappear? 'Being alive is the best' I used to say this. But now I'm wishing for my death. Trigger warning : depressed/suicide(?) thoughts.

Alver Crossman knew that Cale Henituse is irredeemable trash. However, the first time he sees him, sitting calmly over the Northeastern without care for the world piqued his interest. His smiles were fake. His actions are different than his words. He's interested, that this Cale Henituse was definitely not trash. Until he found himself following his footsteps without knowing he's has fallen into a great scam... that's falling in love.

Cover credit: @P4intingStr4nger A story about a sick KRS living his life the best he can that lives in my mind rent free