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  • Ancient times in Trash of the Count's Family (TotCF's past) by abstractionette
    abstractionette
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    10,000 years ago the first ancient power holders fought against the white star. My oc watches from the sidelines as this happens. Bit extra: My oc is the viewpoint here but I'm not changing the main plot points she is involved in everything but isn't overpowered. She has a water attribute ancient power but it only lets her watch unnoticed. Since there isn't a lot on the ancient times in TotCF yet I am just going to fill in some blancs with my own head-cannons eg the sky attribute power was given by the demon world so I'm saying the gods were involved as well and that the ancient star's powers were prepared since he isn't a reincarnater. Unless I can find a name for the ancient powers I am just going to call them their title (eg fire of destruction and Nelan Barrow) and I'm calling the ancient powers just powers because except the white star's they aren't ancient yet.
  • wanderer by libertiaxx
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    Death loves his Wanderer. And Death doesn't know what would happen if he lose his wanderer. (Entry #2 for the LCFAngstVSFluff2025 on the LCF discord server)
  • Melodies for the Souls [TOTCF/LOTCF songfic] by RingoAhiru2
    RingoAhiru2
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    It all started when Choi Han sang a lullaby to Cale in Korean. Or, How Cale Henituse tell the truth about his past and identity to his family through singing. *** Spoilers alert! This fanfic contains spoilers from Book 1 TCF/LCF. I don't own TCF/LCF. All rights belongs to Yoo Ryeo Han-nim. I only own some minor OCs and this fanfic. Also, the cover is not mine, I just add the text. Written on 8/8/2023
  • A place to call Home [TOTCF/LOTCF fanfic] by RingoAhiru2
    RingoAhiru2
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    When Cale opened up his eyes, he saw himself inside an unfamiliar place. In front of him was two muscular man. One has white hair, bronze skin and black eyes, while the other has navy bule hair, light skin and glowing golden eyes. 'Where am I...?' Cale recalled being crushed underneath ally corpses when he was fighting the White Star. That bastard found him and shot a fire toward him. He is dead, or so he thought. Cale still couldn't get revenge for his family, even after 20 years of fighting. Then that white haired man touched is forehead. He remembers now. Cale Henituse was once Kim Rok Soo. This place became more familiar to him, too. Cale could see a typical office setting. It was quite similar to an office he had seen in a drama when he was still Kim Rok Soo. 'Looks like things got complicated.' Apparently, the two man in front of him were God of Death and God of Balance. 'Will I be able to rest in peace now?' Cale, no Kim Rok Soo just wanted to rest. *** This is a story about Cale and the Gods, alongside with some familiar faces, finding a place to come back, a place that they can call home, within each other. *** Spoilers alert! This fanfic contains spoilers from Book 1 TCF/LCF. I don't own TCF/LCF. All rights belongs to Yoo Ryeo Han-nim. I only own some minor OCs and this fanfic. Also, the cover is not mine, I just add the text, and it's not accurate at all (Cale is not going to get his slacker life soon). Written on 20/7/2023
  • red. | LCF by princehyunjoonstar
    princehyunjoonstar
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    The dragon lord always exceeds the expectations of the 'normal' individual dragons. However, the former dragon lord did not just exceed their expectations, but also went against nature itself. Having two eggs in one lifetime is enough, but one of them inhabitating not one, but two dragons? Im-fucking-possible! Or, alternatively, TBOAH Cale Henituse, who went through the process of regressing and reincarnating, as well as Earth 1 Kim Roksoo, who transmigrated after a rest day full of reading novels, opened their eyes to see similarly scaly hands, a pair of similar reddish-brown eyes, yet different sizes and intensity of gazes.