After the final battle with the White Star, Cale and his group find themselves thrown into another world. A world all too familiar to Kim Rok Soo. Now in order to get back home they must fight dangerous monsters while facing shocking truths and traumas. Og!Cale and KRS!Cale are the same person Please Note: this is a fanfiction and the rights of the characters and original story belong to the author. Please support them by reading the original works. Thank you. ****** Cross-posted on Ao3 under the same username

When the unranked monster attack seognam busan shelter destroying the building. Human can only defend their self against the monster there is another solar eclipse. The human expect to see another monster sunami but when they open their eyes they could see a cinema infront of them. English is not my first language some of the world is translate from google This is my first time writing a story forgive me if i have so much mistake

This is the rewritten version of "TBOAH reacts to the mysterious trash" I will be publishing randomly from now on! ______________________________________ Tboah get's teleported to a cinema to react to Og!Cale by a girl named Mk(My Oc). They react to many of Cale's secrets and Choi Han's past with Cale that he had long forgotten. What are Cale's secrets? What is Cale's identity? Who are the Thames family? Why does Choi Han feel a sense of familiarity with Cale Henituse? What are some of the kids hiding from the adults? Read to find out! ... Updates of this fanfic(Other fanfics I made aswell) will be in the profile. __________________________________ __________________________________ All photos, songs, and Tcf characters are not mine. There might be some grammar mistakes. There might be some bad words. (I don't usually put bad words in my texts and writings so there might not be that many bad words) They will react to singing, wiki, my au, maybe some of your questions or messages, and maybe some T or D (Truth or Dare) from you. The photos I find are from Pinterest but if I ever do know who the photos belong to I will credit them if their name is in the pictures I won't as their name is on the picture and I'm not sure if a person just put their name in the picture that does not belong to them. (Hopes this makes sense) You guys already know that the songs are not mine so let's just skip to the Tcf characters- The Tcf characters do not belong to me only two of the character's names Mk and Ozzy. I might add random OCs though (Would recommend reading the Manhwa or novel or both) The Tcf characters might not act the way they do and some characters might not be there as I have only read the Manwha and not the novel. The Tcf (Trash of the Count's Family) or the official English title: Lout of Count's Family belongs to Yoo Ryeo Han (유려한).

"Hans" "Yes? Young Master Cale?" "You knew this would happen, right?" "Hm? I do not know what you are talking about, Young Master-nim, I am just a normal butler " "... Hans" "Yes? Young master?" "Why don't you go help Beacrox cook today?" He could see Cale smile at him GENTLY. "... yes, young master" 'Aigoo my poor life' In which a normal reader gets transmigrated to his favorite novel, Trash of the Count's family as Hans. Is he happy? "Hans, why don't you accompany Mr. Ron" 'Nope, not at all.' 'Aigoo, why can't I just be a normal reader? My poor life' A story about a poor reader being transmigrated to Trash of Counts Family as Deputy Butler Hans. Warning: Bad grammar and wrong spelling also OOC. I do not own TCF or any video or pictures that I will be using.

Cale Henituse was known for being trash in their territory since he was 8 years old. After Choi Han beaten up to death he remembers everything that happens in his first life as Cale Henituse and second life as Kim Roksoo and decided to make a bigger mess that the White Thing made. But what is this? why does he suddenly have a wing?! "Motherfvcking GoD, this is not part of the deal you piece of sh!t@#$#$#!" He cursed. 'I'm sorry, My child." a certain death mumble. This work is credits to Yoo RyeoHan who is the author of the original story of this fanfiction, Lout of Count's Family.

Living in despair and having to live again and again to experience more heart breaks over time a cold solid shell will build around you, this shell to protect you from the despairs of life Cale Henituse was known as a trash, then he was known as a cold hearted bastard now he is known as a noble hero, these titles so vastly different yet where given by the same people was like they where playing with his heart, twisting it and turning it to their will and Cale Henituse like the trash he is played along for his heart go be stolen, broken and tampered.... When will it end and when will they realize? ＊┈┈┈┈＊┈┈┈┈＊┈┈┈┈ A reaction fic of the cast of TCF, TBOAH and a few from Korea reacting to a certain red jewel hidden in dirt.. Will they uncover what they have missed? Will they make amends and most importantly when will this jewel rest?

Cale Au's ได้มาพบกันโดยบังเอิญในมิติปริศนา ต่อมาไม่นานสถานที่นั้นก็ได้เป็นที่พบเจอกันเพื่อพักผ่อน พวกเขาจะคุยกันอย่างสนุกสนานและชิวไปกับความสงบ ( รึเปล่า )

Cale Henituse, a young, red-haired noble who was nicknamed the Trash of the Henituse Family, suddenly disappeared after being beaten up by a stranger. No one knew where the young noble had gone. While the Henituse Family was in turmoil due to the disappearance of their first Young Master, The Royal Capital was also thrown into chaos by the bombing terror incident. This incident claimed many victims, one of them was Basen Henituse, who was seriously injured or so it should be. Amidst the chaos, a sword stabbed into the neck of the bomber. Two red-haired youths and a blond-haired youth appeared above the clock tower where the bomber had been standing earlier. Disclaimer: Trash of the Count's Family is not mine Note: TBOAH x my OC, OG!Cale x Leilin Shan Candmione

"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."