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CUTEEEEEEEEE

Obviously, They Are Cats

Getting a late doorbell at night is something you never want to experience again.

But oh, looks like there is a package that you can't get rid of no matter what has arrived from an unknown person.

Now, you have another responsibility by taking care of your little gremlins.

Pairing: TCF + fem reader

Genre: fluff, fluff, fluff!

Ding! Dong!

You raised your head from the table and groaned.

Ding! Dong!

You frowned. Slap away the sticky notes that are taking place on your face. Your eyes found their way towards the digital clock on your table.

[03:45]

Ding! Dong!

You frown even more after the nonstop bell.

"Who the hell is coming here late at night?"

You found your phone to see if there is actually an emergency that someone would come over, but there is none.

Ding! Dong!

That constant sound of your bell has made you feel uneasy. Could it be theft? If yes, why would the theft press the bell instead of breaking in while you're sleeping?

Ding! Dong!

You felt like this was a prank or something. But still, this is worrying. Should you call the police?

Ding! Dong!

Woah, okay. That person sounded upset by the constant pressing of the bell.

You gulped down, going to the kitchen to take a sharp knife you own before you walked towards your door, which was still ringing with your bell.

On the other hand, your phone was lighting up with an emergency number that was ready to be called.

When you arrived at the door, you peeked at the doorhole to see no one.

"Huh?"

Ding! Dong!

You jumped and brought the knife closer.

'Could the person be hiding from your view?'

This no longer feels normal. Does your life genre just change into horror? You always thought it was a slice of life.

You waited for five minutes, and there's no more sounding bell. You let out a breath before seeing through the doorhole again to see a black box.

"Huh?"

What is that? You are sure that you didn't see that black box just now.

Nah, you shouldn't be concerned about the box. Maybe that just wants to distract you to make you open the door.

"What if it's a bomb?"

You blinked before you backed away from the door. No, no, you wouldn't open this door no matter what. Not even to the police.

"Wait, what if there are drugs in that box and someone tried to frame me?"

That is a possibility!

You groaned. Maybe you have watched movies and read too many books.

"Forget it; I want to sleep."

Ignoring the black box outside, you ran back upstairs to your room. You plopped down on your fluffy bed, and in a few seconds, you drifted to dream land.

Unaware of an entity that is sighing outside your door.

~~~~~

The black box is still there when you open your door this morning for morning jog.

You didn't care and walked around it before dashing to the park to jog around, your daily routine.

You grabbed your breakfast at a fast food restaurant before you came back home to see the box was still there—unmoving and untouching.

You frowned, looking at your peaceful neighborhood, where your neighbors practice individualism with your eyes.

Contemplating what you should do with the box, but then you ignored it again and went inside.

"Sigh, should I open it?"

Yes, you went back outside to take the box inside. Risky move, for sure. But you are curious, and you don't want to let the box be left outside like that.

"If I open the box and a bomb explodes, I already left my suicide note in my treasure behind the house."

Taking out a box knife, you cut the tape on it. Before you opened the black box, you took a deep breath, and now!

You blinked.

They blinked.

You blinked.

They blinked.

"The f**k? Who put cats inside this box?"

You were shocked to see many cats (and kittens) staring back at you after you opened the box. That's why the box was heavy. But who is crazy enough to leave the cats inside this box without any holes?!

Moreover, why in front of your house when there are many other houses in this neighborhood?? Is this a prank of one of your friends?

Meow.

You scoffed in disbelief. You are not going to take care of all these cute, little, adorable, squeezable, furry cats!

Meow.

"Ah, stop looking at me with those eyes. We..."

You motioned your finger towards the cats and yourself.

"...are stranger. End of discussion. I'll send you guys to the right place."

Meow.

"Oh, come on!"

Meow.

You bit your lips and looked up in frustration.

"Wait, you guys have been outside all night yesterday."

You gasped. Oh no, these cats have not eaten yet!

And why the hell is this cat not meowing at all? Are you deaf to not hear their sound inside this box?

"Tsk, fine. I'll feed you guys first before sending you somewhere."

You stood up and left to search for something the cats could eat, and you found some fish you just bought yesterday morning.

You walked back towards the box, and surprisingly, they did not move at all.

"Hey, I need to count you guys first so I'll touch you. But! Don't be friendly!"

You warned them, but you knew that you were the one who couldn't help yourself after you touched them.

You stretched your hand inside the box to pick a rather unique color cat—the red one. But the other cats were meowing at you and surrounded the red cat.

"Oh, relax. Fine, I won't touch any of you, but I need to know how many of you are in the box."

You somehow feel ridiculous talking like this to the cats, but not like you never did this in your entire life. You always talk to animals, and you love it even though they never respond, or you just don't understand them.

It is better to talk to animals rather than humans.

"Then, if you don't want me to touch you, can you come out of the box one by one?"

You asked nicely; hopefully they understand. Who knows, maybe they are trained to know human language.

You waited patiently, staring at the cats, which seemed like they were having a discussion before the red cat you were about to pick just now went out of the box first and stood straight in front of you.

"Oh."

The other cats followed along. As instructed by you, the cats walked out of the box one by one and formed a straight line in front of you.

"Okay, that was something."

You hid your amazement. Feeling goosebumps all over your body when the cats don't stop staring at you.

Shaking your head, you counted them.

"...and twelve. Wow, your owner must be an a*shole to leave you all at once. But why are your colors so unique? Are you being dyed by your owner or something?"

You mumbled, seeing the red and bright yellow of them. There were common black, gray, and brown. Hm, maybe brown is not too common, but whatever, you don't really know every cat out there.

"Okay, wait a minute, okay. I'll boil some fish to eat. Did you want to come with me?"

Not getting any response, you just shrugged and walked away to the kitchen. Preparing an easy-boiled fish for those double-digit cats in your living room.

"This is not enough for all of them."

You pursed your lips, but this is what you can do for them before sending them to a rightful place. You are not suited to keep pets when you are busy catching deadlines.

"Guys, come here."

Meow.

Oh, well, they were sure obedient and smart. Who is their previous owner, really? You are quite intrigued to know.

You put down the plate of the boiled fishes on the floor. They sniffed it before looking up at you with their colorful eyes.

"Sorry, this is the only food I have for you. I don't have enough for all of you, so I hope you guys can share."

Meow.

All of the cats meowed in unison before the red cat pushed the three, no, four kittens to eat first.

"Aren't you a good one?"

You extended your hand and rubbed the red cat's chin, making him purr with eyes closed. It was just for a few seconds before the cat suddenly opened his eyes and jumped back with a hissing sound, looking at you with a scandalous look. You raised your hands in a surrendering manner.

"Okay, okay, I won't touch you."

You let out a sigh before watching them eat in turn.

"I think work has gotten into me."

Is there a camera somewhere?

You looked around but found nothing.

"This is the fifth time!"

You ruffled your hair stressfully. You have put the cats at the cat shelter. But the black godda*n box would appear in front of your door the next day!

You wanted to bang your head on the wall because this is ridiculous. There must be someone spying on you.

"Is this a call for me to take them with me?"

You let out a sigh and brought the box back inside, opening it to see the same fourteen—wait, fourteen?!

"Hey, you have some additions."

You pulled out your hands to pick up the one cat and a kitten.

The fourth time of failing to send these twelve gremlins into the cat shelter has made them open up to you (maybe). Unlike before, you can finally touch them.

The two new additions have white and brown fur. You scrutinized the newcomers.

"Well, you two are also cute like the others. So, welcome to my home, little one."

Nya!

Meow.

You smiled and put them down.

You crossed your arms while looking at the fourteen cats. What should you do first?

"We should visit the vet first."

You mumbled. Who knows what these gremlins might bring with them? You should make sure they are healthy.

After that, buying their necessities and food.

"Guys, go back inside the box. We'll go out for a while."

Nya?

Meow?

You thanked the world that you had finished sending the manuscript to your editor last night. Today, you could rest without stressing with deadlines.

Standing up, you made a call to your aunt, who owned a vet near you. Telling her about your visit, she welcomed you anytime and was willing to help.

Phew, one matter done!

You changed your clothes and picked up the box with cats into your car, putting them in the front seat. They perked their heads up outside the box and kept making sound.

Snap!

You can't help it and take a picture; somehow the red cat gave you another scandalous look.

"Oh shh, you guys are so cute. Not my fault."

Started driving to the vet; all is fine until it is time for each of them to receive an injection.

This. Is. A. Disaster!

"Hey, little Black, don't run! No, not you little Red!"

You don't have a name yet for each of them, and your naming skill was suck so that can wait.

Meow!

Nya!

They were so cat-like at this moment. All the time of them being docile has clouded your eyes.

Meow!

Nya!!

"Oh god, give me strength."

Meow! Meow. Meow. Nya!

There, who you assumed was the eldest of the cats spoke up (well, meowing whatever in the cat's language). After that, the cats and kittens became docile again and queued up for an injection.

"Thank you, Goldie. You are my saviour. I'll give you a treat later."

The golden cat was looking smug and at the same time avoiding your gaze. Could he be shy?

The examination and injection went well after they all gave full cooperation. You thanked your aunt for everything and drove home.

"Okay, guys. After we went back home, I needed to go back outside to find your food and many more. So, don't be naughty."

Meow.

They meow at you, and you smiled in satisfaction.

"Hm, what should I buy? What type of cat food is good for them? Aunt has given me a list, but I still need to see if they'll eat it or not. Nasty Brown is very picky."

You eyed the brown cat, but it looks like he knew you were talking about him. You swore you could see his murderous gaze.

Carefully putting them back in the house, you quickly went outside to go to a pet store. But some of them were running towards you and standing in your way.

"No, you can't join me, Nasty Brown. I don't have anything to carry you with."

Meow. Meow.

He kept tapping your feet; now Mr. Red, who always gives you a scandalized look, is also doing the same.

"Alright, alright, only the two of you. End of discussion."

Meow.

The other said in unison, it feels like they have planned this all along. You stared at them with narrowed eyes.

Picking up Nasty Brown and Mr. Red, you went back to your car and drove to the cat shop. You bought everything for the cats and kittens—their sand, toys, and everything—while asking the shopkeeper for guidance. After that, you paid by using your brother's card.

Well, he was the one who wasn't aware that you had taken it last week. Might as well use it now.

When you were looking for cat food, both the cats with you were making a lot of noise. Sounded like protesting.

"What? You don't like this brand?"

Nya!

"This?"

Nya! Nya!

You have pointed and let them sniff all the cat food in this shop, but there is none that took their interest. Such a picky eater.

"So, what do you guys want actually?"

Nya, nya, meow, nya, meow.

You gave up. You didn't understand them.

"Fish?"

You asked; that is what you thought they would want.

Meow.

Oh, they want it.

"Meat?"

Meow!

Alright, now you knew.

"You, picky eater."

You shook your head by their taste, patting them on the head, and made your merry way to the supermarket. It looks like your fridge would be full with their food from now on. And you'd need to go to the market each morning if you aren't busy.

~~~~~

Who says adopting fourteen cats at once is a good idea?

Yes, no one. Not when it is time for bathing. It is challenging. Truly challenging than writing a fanfiction.

"Hey, don't move, Nasty Brown!"

'Is he being like this because you called him nasty?'

Nya!

"Auch!"

You grabbed your hand and looked at it. The blood was flowing down because of his scratch.

"Oww."

Your forehead creased, feeling a stinging pain from the cut.

Grr! Grr!

You touched your stomach. Since the morning you woke up, you have been tending to these cats.

"Sh*t, I forgot to buy food. Ha~"

You let out a long sigh. Standing up and going out from the bathroom to bandage up your cut.

What you did not know after going out is, Nasty Brown was being smacked in the head by Old Gray. Mr. Black shook his head along with the others. This makes the Nasty Brown's ears turn down, and a small crease forms on his forehead.

You came back with a tired expression, crouching down to finish bathing all of them.

"Guys, I know some of you still didn't like me; ah, I think most of you don't. Ha, why the hell do I keep talking with cats? Not like they'd understand me."

You mumbled and pinched your forehead.

"Just a little bit more, Nas—ehem, Mr. Brown 2. Okay?"

Fortunately, Nasty Brown was docile after that. He let you brush his fur and dry him up. It took you one hour at most to finish bathing all of them and drying them.

You put them side by side and gave them their food. Sitting cross-legged in front of them while watching them eat with their own bowl now.

Meow.

"Hm? Why aren't you eating, Mr. Brown 2?"

'I should think of a suitable name for them now.'

Meow.

He nuzzled against your leg, and you picked him up.

"Why? Is there something wrong? The food is not to your liking?"

Nya.

You frowned before he leaned forward and licked your cheek, making you shocked.

"Aww, are you actually trying to apologize?"

Your eyes brightened when you saw him tapping your cheek with his paw.

"Oh my god! You are so cute!"

You hugged him tightly, but maybe too tight that made him hiss at you.

"Sorry, sorry. Just a little bit, I understand. We keep our relationship professional, okay?"

Nya.

He wiggled and jumped back down to eat with everyone. You looked at all of them with fondness.

"Hey, what should I name you guys?"

There, the last obstacle of the day.

"[Name]! Where are you, babe?"

~~~~~

"Open up, bit*h. Stop being a shut-in and touch some grass."

"Shut up, idiot Frank!"

"Oww, Rihanna. You can't slap me like that."

The two pairs entered the house of their friend, but what caught their sight was several cats staring at them.

"Ah, emm, we didn't enter the wrong house, right?"

Rihanna asked.

"Nope, 100% property belonged to [Name]."

Frank was stunted before...

"Achoo!"

The sound of his sneeze can wake up the neighbors next door.

"Eww gross!"

Rihanna stepped away from Frank, whose nose has turned red.

"Where is [Name]? That basta*d didn't tell me about these little devils."

Frank took out his handkerchief to put it under his nose; he kept sneezing. F**k his allergy!

"Maybe upstairs, wait here."

"No, don't leave me with these devils!"

Rihanna rolled her eyes and walked through the stairs to your room. Opening it with a bang and dramatic entrance, you startled on your desk.

"Who? What? Does apocalypse strike us? Am I going to meet with Kim Dokja now?"

"Wow, babe. You looked horrendous."

You squinted your eyes and groaned after hearing the voice. Putting your head back on the desk.

"Hey, earth to [Name]. I have many questions to ask you."

Rihanna strolled towards you. Frank was about to close the door, but a cat got in the way. He hissed and shooed the cat away before closing the door and locking it.

"We have been invaded, for real."

Frank let out a breath.

"Since when do you have cats, [Name]? We just didn't meet for a month and now you have birthed little furry kids? Who is the father?"

Rihanna sat on your desk and demanded an answer to the sleepy-you.

"Amn nam teh hnek."

"Someone left them on your doorstep? Wow, what a story."

Frank raised an eyebrow, still didn't understand how Rihanna can understand your sleepy speech.

"Hey, did you eat? You looked skinny, babe. Let's go out to drink tonight."

"Deadlines."

You mumbled.

"Your editor has pushed you too hard, [Name]. Take a rest and go out with us. Be da*n with that editor of yours."

Frank huffed. You finally raised your head from the desk.

"Ugh, I wish I could, but he is the one I can handle; the others were much more horrible than him."

You brushed your hair and stretched your back.

"Come on, come on. Get a bath and eat something. We'll crash the bar tonight and party!"

Rihanna wiggled her eyebrows, and you couldn't help but smirk.

"Bet!"

You stood up and went to your bathroom.

"Oh, can you cook something for my cats, Frank? They didn't eat yet since this morning."

"Huh?! Me?!"

"Stop overreacting, Frank. Those are just cats. What did they eat, [Name]?"

"Some beef and fish. They would like it if the honored chef cooked for them."

Frank cleared his throat, and you smirked. Know how to boost his ego and make him do work.

"Well, they just cats. I can even cook cat food that has the best quality. And I'll make sure to cook something that makes your face look presentable today. Wait for it!"

Frank stepped outside with determination.

"Mask in the first cabinet!"

"Okay!"

You and Rihanna are exchanging giggles.

~~~~~

Once you were done bathing and changing into your average slutty outfit for the night, and Rihanna touched up your face with a light make-up, you both went down to the kitchen.

"I said, don't enter my kitchen! Hiss!"

What you didn't expect is to see a hissing competition between Frank and Beacrox. Yep, you have named them.

How? Based on the characters of a book you have read. Somehow, they reminded you of them. From the novel, Lout of the Count's Family. You got a hunch that the name would befit them, and the cats looked kind of shocked when you uttered their names.

Not like you question it.

"Hey, Frank, are you going to pick a fight with cats too?"

Frank turned around and glared at you two.

"Stay where you stand and don't come into my territory."

This is normal. Frank was quite a hostile person when he was cooking. No one can come inside the kitchen until he finishes cooking.

You and Rihanna just shrugged.

"Beacrox, come here. Stop disturbing Frank; he has quite a temper."

You ushered Beacrox to come to you. With one last hiss towards Frank, Beacrox came to you with sassiness.

"Good boy."

You picked him up and scratched behind his ear. Beacrox slapped your hand away, and you chuckled.

"Aren't you going to introduce me to your kids, [Name]?"

While Frank was fighting in the kitchen, you sat down with Rihanna in the living room with your cats.

"Raon, call Cale over. Why is he always sleeping?"

"Kale the vegetable?"

"No, with a C. Remember the character?"

Rihanna pursed her lips before she nodded.

"Oh, so you named them after those characters?"

You nodded, smiling so widely that she caught on fast.

"So, who is who?"

Without waiting, you picked the cats one by one while uttering their names.

You picked the lazy red cat.

"This is Cale; you could see from his laziness."

Meow.

He side-eyed you, but you didn't care and put him on your lap, patting him slowly and making him lull to sleep back.

Meow.

A yellow cat came and nuzzled against you; you petted him lovingly.

"This charming one is Beru, shortened from Alberu."

"Aww, look at those blue eyes. Come here."

Alberu just let Rihanna pick him up and hugged him tightly, much to his protest. If it's not because of the red lipstick on her lips, Rihanna would kiss him all over.

You picked the three kittens with silver, red, and black fur.

"On, Hong and Raon."

Rihanna nodded and squealed before you gave her the three kittens. The kittens are the most friendly ones here.

"And here is Lock, the most shy one."

You boop him on his nose, and he quickly hides it behind his paws with a small meow.

You grabbed both the brown and black one next. The two kept glaring at each other.

"This brown fur is Beacrox, and this black fur is Han."

Rihanna 'oh'ed. "Because they keep fighting?"

"You know well."

You picked up another brown, the most friendly adult cat.

"This brown cutie is Jung and..."

You picked up a white cat with red eyes.

"This white handsome is Sui."

"Wait, wait, Jung and Sui from..."

Rihanna trailed her words before you nodded enthusiastically.

"Aha! I knew it! Next, next!"

You grabbed the last male cats and the oldest.

"I could say these two are the oldest among them. This golden one is Eru, and the gray one is Ron."

Rihanna giggled when she knew whose names you have used for both of them.

"And lastly, the lady of the house. Hup!"

You picked the remaining two cats that were female.

"Rose, and truthfully, I want to name her something else, but somehow Cage suited her."

You pointed at the brown female cat, and she meowed at you. The red female, Rose, has settled beside you.

"That's all!"

"Wow, that's a lot you have. Congratulations for becoming the mommy cat!"

"Quite exhausting, you know. But if something ever happened to them, I'd kill this neighborhood and then kill myself!'

"Oh, oh, let me join!"

You both giggled, not noticing the shocked look from the cats around you.

"Food is ready!"

Frank called from the kitchen.

"Alright everyone, let's go eat!"

You picked up Cale that has been a liquid towards his bowl. What a lazy cat.

The eating time is peaceful, not until you are about to go out with your friends.

"Hey, hey, I'd be back everyone."

Nya, meow!

Meow!

Nya!

Meow!

Hiss!

Okay, that's Beacrox and Frank.

"Maybe a bit late, but I'll be back. You guys go to sleep, okay?"

Nya!

Wow, they seemed angry when you told them you'd go to a bar and back home late.

"Tsk, are you sure they are cats, [Name]? They look so possessive. Maybe a devil resided in them to take control of your house."

All the cats hissed at him and Frank jumped behind you.

"Nonsense, Frank. Obviously, they are cats. You think they are actually human in cat's body?"

You laughed along with Rihanna. Frank blinked his eyes when he could see all the cats were looking at you without blinking.

'Okay, that's scary. I'll ignore that.'

"Let's go, guys. Bye, everyone!"

Bum!

You closed the door and locked it. Behind it, the fourteen cats have been staring at the door nonstop.

Meow. Meow. Meow.

Meow. Meow meow meow.

Nya. Meow. Nya.

Let cat be a cat.

It has been a few months, you have been living with these cats.

There is never a day you feel bored with them. Maybe there is some days you feel tired to entertain them and you go merry ways and locked yourself in your room.

However, they would never stop scratching the door to get your attention.

And you easily melt by their eyes.

You are weak to your cats! And they use it against you.

Smart gremlins.

Oh not to forget, when they are pooping. You might really think they are some human in a cat body. Because they didn't use their sand to poop! They use your toilet downstairs and even flash after they done!

Maybe, these cats are just trained to be... independent. Yes, let's be optimistic.

You are not living in a fiction after all. And you are sure your life genre didn't change into fantasy.

Again, struggling with your deadlines, you collapsed on your desk.

Meow.

But, before you could, you hear a sound and looked down.

"Hey, Sui. What are you doing here not sleeping?"

Meow.

He pointed the bed with his paw.

"Can't sleep without me? Aww, come here."

You picked him up and nuzzled against his cheek. Arriving at your queen sized bed, the thirteen cats have make them self comfortable on it.

"I guess, my bed has also been colonized."

You shrugged and plopped down on your bed, feeling the soft mattress under you and melt onto it.

It has been a regular for you to sleep with all of your little gremlins. It started with Cale because he refused to sleep in his cat bed which he shared with everyone and it ended with everyone on your bed.

You recalled the day when you want to bring the male ones to get neutering because you can't handle it if the male decided to breed with the female and boom! Pregnant and more little gremlins.

You can't handle more than what you have now.

However, after you said it, they were looking at you with betrayed look and ran away. You have tried to convince them but they would hide away from you, making you give up right after.

"Sleep, everyone. It's already late."

Well, you said that but you are the one who pass out first.

Sensing you already fallen asleep and they even slapped you with their paw and no reaction from you, the cats got down the bed to form a circle.

If you ever wake up and see them making a circle ritual like that, you would only hear a cat sound but, you didn't know any better.

"Okay, Cage. Any news?"

The red cat, Cale asked the brown female cat. Cage shook her head.

"Not yet. I have been trying but he didn't talk to me at all."

All of the cats sighed.

"I'm afraid that we'll stay like this forever. Moreover, I feel like we have taken advantage of miss [Name]'s kindness."

The black cat, Han has his tail lowered with sad expression. You are a kind person, and he feels bad about exploiting you even though you didn't know the truth.

"I'm sure we'll get back home eventually, don't lose hope."

The golden cat, Eru patted Han in the back.

"Let's not be pessimistic, Choi Han. She didn't know the truth and we can't even tell her the truth. So, this is something unavoidable."

The yellow cat, Alberu reassured Choi Han with his cat smile.

"If we manage to go back home, what would happen to Miss [Name]?"

The teenage cat, Lock voiced out his question.

"Would we be suddenly disappear like how we appear in this world?"

The red female cat, Rose a.k.a. Rosalyn also asking.

"Hm, we don't know for sure. What we can do now is waiting."

The lazy cat, Cale answered both of them.

"Ugh, where...?"

They turned around to see you tapping the bed, possibly searching for them.

"Let's go sleep for now and discuss another day if we have a new update."

The gray cat said with a benign cat smile. All of the cats nodded and jumped back onto the bed.

Tapping the bed to search for a cat to hug, one cat has been a victim.

Nya!

"Human!"

Nya. Nya.

"It's fine."

You kept him close and sleep back. It's not like he care much at this point on because this is not the first time he has been in this situation, same like the others of being a victim to be your pillow at night.

Cale closed his eyes and slept.

Besides, your hug is warm.

[END]

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cruzerforce4256 · 6 months ago

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I'm feeling like writing lately, so I've thought of a scenario where the reader, who always jokes about their friends, will court Cale to the ends of the earth if ever they get isekaid into TCF (lol, this is me to my friends; they are really concerned at this point). Then some god heard this and was like, Alright, bet. They send the reader to the TCF world as a personal maid of Cale for fun and tell them that they need to make Cale fall in love with them before the story ends (just part 1), or else they will go back to their world with all of their memories about Cale gone.

So in order for Cale to feel a bit relaxed around them, they told him that they were from a different world and read 'The Birth of the Hero' instead of the TOTCF since we all know Cale will faint if that really happens. They also told him that they felt like he was the same as them because of the changed attitude he was showing recently, and with him going out to feed the dying tree basically confirms it.

Their conversation be like:

Cale: I'll just let you know that I don't plan on getting involved with the protagonists and the war.

Reader whose laughing their ass off inside: Great me too! I'll just stay as your personal maid since I don't want to get involved with all the drama. ♪⁠～⁠(⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠)

So Cale became a bit more relaxed than before after knowing that they are on the same page then the reader started throwing their cringy pick up lines to him.

Reader: Young master, are you a bank loan?

Cale: *ignores them and continues relaxing on the couch while reading a book and petting the sleeping children*

Reader: Because you have my interest, and I'm willing to pay the high cost.🥰🥰

Cale looked at them with eyebrows furrowed: I'm literally the one paying you to work how are you going to give me a large sum of money

Reader: *Gasps exaggeratedly" does that mean you have an interest in me.

Cale: Go take your meds.

Later on, the reader confesses to cale that they love him, but although Cale is feeling something towards the reader at that time, he is not sure what it is. He isn't really sure if they just see them as a close family who they trust the most or something more than that, and if it is, he is scared of the possibility that something might happen to them, especially with the war going on. So he rejected the reader.

The reader accepted it and told him that he didn't need to reciprocate their feelings, but that doesn't mean that they will give up. They always give him flowers when he wakes up, always stand by his side, supporting him, and, of course, always throw pick-up lines at him. And slowly but surely, cale became clear with his feelings for them, but he still didn't want to confess because of the fear that something might happen.

As his feelings grew clearer and deeper, the reader's time became shorter and shorter. Though they truly love him and want to be with him, they don't want to force him to love them. When they only had a few months left, they started distancing themselves bit by bit from everyone, especially Cale.

But Cale is observant; he notices how the reader doesn't throw cringy pick-up lines as much as before, which he didn't know was a blessing or not since their pick-up lines were cringy most of the time. On the other hand, it makes his heart flutter. He also notices how they don't really play much with the kids anymore, no longer cheering the wolf kids on the sidelines while they train as much as before, no longer going out with Rosalyn, Mary, and Hannah as much as before, and no longer teasing Beacrox with Choi Han whenever you are together as much as before (I just want to add the last part, lol).

He is suspicious, and Bud, who just wanted to visit, sees him always looking at you and teases him, saying, "You know, if you don't confess now someone might take them.".

He just gives Bud an irritated look, but deep inside he is panicking. Is this why you don't interact with everyone as much as before? Who is it? Is he worthy of you? Do you know him well enough?

So he confronts the reader if they like someone else in which they just laugh at him, telling him that he is the only one they like. But when he asked about how the reader doesn't interact with them as much as before, they told him that it was nothing and they were always feeling tired lately.

So Cale forced them to have a paid leave. While they were on that he made a plan to confess to the reader after everything is clear. No more possible threats to their lives and just them slacking off with the whole calefam.

When the day finally arrives he can't sleep and just waits for the reader to come to his room to wake him up. As he waits, he reviewed the plan in his mind again and again to make sure that everything goes right and to lessen his nervousness. He is going to take them out in the afternoon in disguise of checking the improvements of the harris village and when the night comes, he will invite them to eat dinner and confess.

Time flies, and it is finally afternoon. He stares at the door, waiting for the reader to come in with a loud noise to wake him up. But hours came, and you were still not there. Feeling restless, he called for Ron. When the scary butler is finally by his side, he asks where the reader are, but Ron also doesn't know. His heart started to pound. He feels like something is wrong.

He got up off his bed and walked straight to the reader's room. As he opens the door he notices a paper sitting on the top of the bed. His heart pounded more heavily as he walks towards the bed and grabs the paper.

He notices that it is a letter from the reader dedicated to him. In this letter, they told him the whole truth about how the book they read is actually the trash of the count's family not the birth of the hero and how they were a huge fan of him. They also state how they love him so much and they always tell their friends about it which led to a god hearing it and sending them into this world.

After reading it, he immediately ordered everyone to look for the reader and for saint jack and cage to come. The letter didn't state where the reader is but knowing that a god put them in this world means that the god had a deal with them.

His mind goes through a lot of questions. Where are they? Which god did they make the deal with? What is the deal that they made with that god? Are they safe? What are the conditions of the deal? Everybody is restless looking for them everywhere

Saint jack and cage finally came with Hannah. Though confused, Cage told him what the God of Death said to her before she came to the villa, GoD said that some god wants to talk to him and to not worry because GoD will be there to facilitate the meeting.

Hearing this, cale immediately told them what's going on while the kids stayed closer to him in order to help calm him down.

Knowing that the god that wants to meet him is the same god that you made a deal with, he agreed to talk to them. When he told the others about this, he suddenly fainted.

Waking up, he saw the GoD looking at him apologetically for making him suddenly faint. Besides GoD is the god that you made a deal with.

Although he is irritated with the GoD for making him suddenly faint he is more worried about you. He immediately asked where you are and what the deal is about.

And though that god wanted to tease him a bit, he decided against it after seeing his glare. The god just smirked and told him all about the deal.

Hearing this made cale devastated. He is too late. If only he confessed sooner instead of making them wait..........If only he became more clear with his feelings sooner...... If only he accepted your feelings the moment they confessed to him.........

There's a lot of what if in his mind.

Seeing him devastated and a lot of regret the god also offers him the same deal he gave to the reader. This time he is the one who will go to the reader's world and is given with the same amount of time that they spend in his. His condition is that needs to make them fall for him even without all their memories about him. If he manages to do so then they get to go back to his world with the reader who have all their their memories back but if he doesn't then he goes back alone and the reader will forever forget everything about him. Though the god wanted to add more consequences if cale isn't successful, he decided not to since he doesn't want to anger the God of Death more for hurting GoD's beloved child.

Cale immediately accepted the deal

This time he is the one who will come to them. This time is the one who will make them fall for him

Note: i'm not really good at writing so sorry for the errors 😅😅 but i still want to share to you guys this scenario that i've just imagine and damn imagining it is 100000% easier than writing it😭😭😭

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