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Co-Egg-Parenting (A Trash Count Fanfic)

Co-Egg-Parenting (A Trash Count Fanfic)

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Lout of Count's Family
Alternate Universe (AU)
Webtoons and Comics
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Roksu saved a dragon egg (Raon's) but has no idea what to do next. So who else would he turn to but the person he trusts most: his "best friend" Cale. Cale's solution? The obvious: co-parenting. ----------------------------- For full transparency, no AI was used in the writing of this story. However, the cover was partially generated with AI (using SeaArt AI and Google Gemini) because I am not an artist, nor do I have the money to properly afford one right now. To create it, I used a reference image that you might recognize from other Wattpad covers. Sadly, I struggled to find the original artist despite my attempt at research. If you happen to know who they are, please let me know so I can give them proper credit for the base used for the AI generation.
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After throwing up, Cale leaned against the toilet, resting there for a long while. His stomach had finally settled, but a strange sensation crept over him. He felt a pair of eyes on him- But no one had entered the bathroom. The mirror. Maybe he was just paranoid. Maybe he'd mistaken his own reflection for someone else. But he hadn't. What stared back at him from the mirror wasn't his reflection. It wasn't his bathroom at all. In fact, it showed a completely different space. And on the dirty floor of that other space sat a boy. "...Can you.. see me?"

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