#cale x reader

[shinyuin]

First "I Love You" — Cale Henituse x Reader

You had always known that Cale Henituse was a man of contradictions.

He called himself a slacker but never rested. He claimed to want a peaceful life, yet he stood at the forefront of wars, rebellions, and disasters. He insisted he wasn’t kind, yet his hands carried the weight of the world for those he considered his people.

And, of course, you knew that if there was one thing Cale Henituse absolutely did not do, it was expressing unnecessary emotions.

So, you had never expected an “I love you” from him.

Even after everything you had been through together—standing at his side through battlefields, tending to his wounds after every reckless act, and sharing quiet moments in between the chaos—you never thought he would say it outright. Because Cale wasn't someone who put his feelings into words. He showed them in his own way: in the careful way he ensured you ate properly, in the way his sharp eyes always found you first in a crowd, in the way he positioned himself slightly in front of you when danger was near.

And that had always been enough.

Until now.

—

The battlefield was quiet. The kind of silence that only followed after an overwhelming victory or a devastating loss.

You weren’t sure which this was.

Your body ached, exhaustion settling deep into your bones, but you ignored it. Your eyes were focused on Cale, who sat slumped against a broken wall, his usually pristine red hair damp with sweat and blood. His breathing was steady—thank the gods—but he was clearly spent. The ancient powers had drained him again, his body unable to handle their toll.

You crouched beside him, reaching out instinctively. Cale.

His eyelids fluttered open slightly, revealing tired but sharp red eyes. He stared at you for a long moment before sighing. You’re still here?

You frowned. Of course, I’m here.

A weak smirk tugged at his lips. I thought you’d be smart enough to run away from all this madness by now.

You rolled your eyes. And leave you to die in a pile of rubble? Not a chance.

Cale exhaled slowly, shifting slightly. That’s foolish.

And yet you’re the one who threw yourself into the heart of battle again, you shot back, voice tight with lingering frustration. How many times have I told you not to—

I know. His voice was quiet, but it held a weight that made you stop. His eyes locked onto yours, serious despite the exhaustion clouding them. I know. But I had to.

Because that was who he was. He would never sit back and do nothing while his people were in danger.

Your shoulders sagged, your anger fading into something softer—something heavier. You always ‘have to.’ And I always have to sit here and watch you get hurt.

Cale was silent.

Then, after a long pause, he spoke.

I don’t want you to get hurt.

You blinked. What?

His gaze flickered away, lips pressing together as if he was considering taking the words back. But then he sighed again, almost in resignation, and looked at you.

I don’t want you to get hurt,he repeated. I don’t want you to worry about me. I don’t want you to—He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his bloodied hair. It’s annoying.

Your heart clenched. You knew Cale well enough to understand that when he said annoying, he didn’t mean it in the way others did. He meant frustrating. He meant terrifying. He meant that the thought of you being in danger, of you worrying over him, made something twist inside him in a way he wasn’t used to.

Cale…

I don’t understand it, he muttered, almost to himself. “But every time I see you in danger, I— He cut himself off, his jaw tightening. I don’t like it.

You reached for his hand, gripping it gently.

I know.

Cale stared at your joined hands as if the sight was foreign to him. And maybe, in a way, it was. He had spent his whole life avoiding deep emotional attachments, keeping people at arm’s length.

But he hadn’t been able to do that with you.

Slowly, as if testing the motion, he curled his fingers around yours. His grip was weak but warm, grounding.

And then—

“…I love you.”

It was barely above a whisper.

Your breath caught. Your mind froze.

And yet, despite the quietness of his voice, those words echoed louder than anything else on this battlefield.

Your heart pounded painfully against your ribs. Cale—

I don’t know when it happened, he continued, as if he hadn’t just shattered the reality you knew. His brown eyes locked onto yours, uncharacteristically raw and unguarded. I don’t know why it happened. A pause. “But it did.

Your fingers tightened around his.

He sighed again, tilting his head back against the wall. Annoying.

You let out a choked laugh. You keep calling it that.

“Because it is.” His eyes slid shut for a moment before reopening, softer this time. 'But… I still love you."

Your chest felt impossibly full, emotions threatening to spill over. Cale Henituse, the man who refused to let anyone in, had just laid his heart bare. And he had done it in the most Cale way possible—begrudging, frustrated, but undeniably real.

You lifted your joined hands, brushing a kiss against his knuckles. “I love you too.”

Cale blinked, as if the words were somehow surprising to him despite everything. Then he let out another long-suffering sigh, muttering, “Now we’re both doomed.”

You laughed, pressing your forehead against his. Yeah. But at least we’re doomed together.

[ru8yx]

🎐 𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗡𝗜𝗧𝗨𝗦𝗘;

𝗢𝗢𝗢. ▬▬▬▬ ❛ 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲 kissing cale restlessly, his lips brushing againt’s yours, so ruthlessly, yet so addicting. ❜

❛ the taste of the lemon tea, still bitter in his mouth, made your lips taste so much sweeter than before, making him want to taste you even more, oh so badly. ❜

❛ his slander fingers brushing againts your waist, occasionally squeezing it, just to see your reactions as his hand went under your shirt ❜

❛ 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗲 who lets out almost silent groans as you taste so divine, he wished for this moment to last forever, where you and him enjoyed each others company, after a long and stressful day ❜

❛ perhaps that wont be the only thing you

enjoyed ;) ❜

[weirdsht]

cale with idiots in love trope

- "You're cute" "hm?" "I said you look like a boot."

- casual displays of affection, hand holding bc s/o would space out and may or may not get lost (directionally challenged)

- pretending everything is casual, but they're soooo in love with each other

- "I look like a mess" "the prettiest mess"

- the kids absolutely love when they get cuddles with cale and s/o

- maybe braiding cales hair??

- whenever cale goes somewhere and can't bring them, they'd go like "I'll be going for a while" (cale) "I'll always be here" (s/o)

- stealing cales clothes bc its comfy!!

- "are you asleep?" "...no" "wanna talk?"

- "I love you" "I've loved you my entire life"

Can’t Two People Be Friends? - Cale/Gn! Reader

tags: gender-neutral reader, deputy commander reader, getting together fic, vague novel spoilers, is told from Alberu's perspective, tired Alberu, save Alberu from his dumb dongsaeng, use of degrading words (e.g. stupid) but it's in a loving way, have I mentioned Alberu is tired of Cale's shit?

English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors

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another anon said: cale who acts like a lover to his "closest confidant", though they are not in a relationship, they certainly do act like one– to the point that his crew would question them, to which they'd respond "We're just friends" "What do you mean? They look at you like you're their entire world"– which then starts their operation, get cale a lover

Cale Henituse is someone who has a lot of people under his wing. He's a heroic person busy saving the continents– no, the world. Which was why it is no surprise to find out that he has a close confidant. He has a second-in-command who helps him plan everything and is in charge of backup plans in case something goes wrong.

All of that is normal. Expected even.

What isn’t normal is how they act towards each other.

They act like… people who have a deeper relationship than just friends, for lack of a better term.

Like right now. [Name] is holding onto Cale’s arms as they navigate through this tiresome ball. Looking at him as if he had hung up the moon and the stars.

“Your Highness, you are quite close to the both of them… are we sure they are merely close friends?”

One of the nobles talking to Alberu Crossman questions as everyone watches the commander-and-deputy-commander duo dance in the centre of the hall.

“Of course they are. They have said so themselves.”

Alberu adds on at the end about how they shouldn’t inquire about another person’s private life.

However, Alberu himself is quite frustrated.

It was the truth when he said the two are nothing more than friends. And that’s what frustrates him. The two idiots can’t see the way they stare at each other. Can’t notice how they are unconsciously each other’s priority no matter what happens.

Alberu also knows that he isn’t the only one feeling this way.

No, as a matter of fact, everyone in Cale’s group feels the same frustration the future king feels.

“When will they get together? They deny their feelings as if we didn’t see them cuddling last night while reading a novel.”

On complained one day while eating the crown prince’s cookies.

“I’ve always known that our young master was quite dense in the aspect of love but… hmmm, I must say that this level is getting frustrating.”

Ron shared his own opinion as he served everyone tea.

Well everyone except the two people who are the topic of their discussion. Of course, they aren’t. For they were busy cuddling in the newly installed swing in the garden of the black castle while reading a novel. [Name] is busy platonically nuzzling their head in Cale’s chest, while Cale himself is busy platonically draping his legs over [name] as they lay down on the large swing.

‘Merely friends my ass’

Alberu thinks to himself as he watches the two from the window while sipping on the tea Ron served.

The people inside the room merely complained about Cale and [Name]’s relationship. They did not say anything about forcing them to get together and be in a romantic relationship.

And it’s not because they respect what the two have now.

No, it was simply because they didn’t need to say such things out loud. The complaints they have said out loud are enough confirmation to ensure that everyone is on the same page.

That everyone will be doing their best to show those two knuckleheads that what they have is more than platonic.

“You do know that you only let [Name] braid your hair like that. Do you realise just how much special privilege you give them?”

“What special privilege? The kids also braided my hair.”

Alberu’s dumb dongsaeng stared at him in confusion and the crown prince swears his about to have an aneurysm.

“Yes, but they are your kids. Of course, you’ll indulge them.”

“That is true…”

For a moment Alberu thought that they were finally heading somewhere.

“But [Name] is the only one who can braid my hair neatly like this.”

Turns out the only place they are heading to is back to square one.

Alberu pushed down the urge to smack a chair in his beloved dongsaeng’s face. How could he forget Ron’s existence? The Ron that does every task perfectly, but still could not braid the redhead’s hair because ‘only [Name] can do it perfectly’.

Cale better be glad Alberu didn’t transform Taerang into a hammer and threw it in his face.

“I love you, you know that right?”

[Name] had asked Cale during one of their cuddling sessions and Raon’s ears perked up.

“Of course I do.”

Cale answered casually and it got Raon’s hopes up.

“Are you guys together???”

He asked, eyes full of hope.

“What do you mean silly? Of course, we’re together, we’ve been friends for years now.”

That night Raon did not speak to any of them, and the two idiots only thought he was sick and tried to coax him to talk to them.

Subtle advances like that continued for a while before they all admitted defeat. One day Rosalyn even straight up asked [Name] how they felt about Cale. To which the deputy commander only responded with “he’s my best friend of course” before going on their merry way to steal another one of Cale’s clothes.

Just when all of them are about to give up Alberu caught the two of them talking in that same swing one night. 

He was about to go back to the palace. Only went to sneak into Raon’s castle to talk to Cale about an important business that cannot be said through a communication device. However, just as he was about to teleport back he heard the two.

“Why are you still awake?”

“I couldn’t sleep. You weren’t in bed.”

“Wanna talk then?”

Alberu silently scoffs at them. Even their conversations sound like their married already.

They talk for a few minutes. Topics vary from the mundane to philosophical questions no one can answer. 

It didn’t look like Alberu would get anything from eavesdropping so he thinks about going home.

But then…

“I know we’re both too busy. I know this will only add more burden to you. However, I must say it.”

[Name] spoke gently. Their eyes which were previously watching the stars shifted their focus to stare at Cale’s face.

“I love you. I love you so much. I love you more than life.”

That made the crown prince stop in his tracks. For a moment he remembers Raon’s complaints about how they seem to say “I love you” to each other without it meaning anything. For a moment he doubted if it was a confession.

Of course that didn’t stop him from recording the whole thing.

“I love you too. I’ve loved you this entire time. I’ll love you even after death.”

At Cale’s reciprocity, Alberu finally moved to give the privacy. He may want to see the two of them get together, but he does not want to see them kiss. A confession was enough to satisfy him.

But the irritation he feels from waiting for them to confess did not go away.

Hence why instead of going home he first went to his instructor, Choi Han.

Alberu Crossman did not say to the swordmaster. He only hands him a piece of paper before going back to his palace.

In that paper wrote:

The two idiots are finally together. I have a recording if anyone is interested. I’ll show it in exchange for a recording of you lightly smacking my lovely dongsaeng head upside-down. I’m sure my instructor will understand where I’m coming from.

Choi Han does. He greatly understands where his student was coming from.

That’s why, the next morning he was setting up a hidden recording device with a smile on his face.

Oh, he also got everyone’s permission before he set it up. In fact, most of them cheered at the thought of him physically knocking some sense in their young master’s head. 

[sillydestiny]

Headcanon: Cale Henituse Being Jealous

- Cale, known for his indifferent and nonchalant demeanor, rarely shows his emotions openly. However, when it comes to you, his significant other, he can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy from time to time.

- One of the triggers for Cale's jealousy is when he sees you getting along with others, especially if they happen to be charismatic or attractive. Despite knowing that he's being unreasonable, he can't help but imagine worst-case scenarios in his mind.

- His jealousy is subtle but noticeable to those who know him well. You might catch a fleeting glance in the direction of anyone getting too close to you or sharing a laugh with you. Cale, being the protector he is, can't help but feel possessive.

- It's not that he doubts your loyalty or commitment. Instead, it's an irrational fear of losing you, the one person who has managed to break through his carefully constructed walls.

- When someone flirts with you, Cale's first instinct is to stay composed. However, if it persists, you can see a subtle tension in his jaw, a sign that he's barely containing his irritation.

- Cale's jealousy often manifests as subtle actions, like a tightened jaw or a narrowed gaze. He might pretend to be indifferent, but his observant nature means he notices even the smallest interactions you have with others.

- His jealousy is more pronounced when it comes to people he perceives as a potential threat. If someone shows too much interest in you or seems to enjoy your company a bit too much, Cale's protective instincts kick in.

- He becomes more attentive when other people express interest in you, silently observing and analyzing the situation.

- Instead of confronting the situation directly, Cale tends to distance himself momentarily. He might become quieter or retreat into his thoughts, trying to understand and manage his emotions before reacting.

- Cale, being the meticulous planner he is, often finds himself devising subtle ways to subtly mark his territory.He might pull you into a quiet corner or find subtle ways to touch you, as if to remind everyone (and himself) that you're with him.Whether it's leaving a personal item of his with you or making sure to hold your hand a bit tighter in public, these small gestures are his way of asserting his presence.

- Despite his jealousy, Cale values open communication. If he recognizes that his jealousy is irrational, he will eventually share his feelings with you, albeit in a calm and collected manner. He believes in addressing issues head-on rather than letting them fester.

- Over time, as your relationship with Cale deepens, he learns to trust you more. While his jealousy doesn't vanish completely, he becomes better at managing it, understanding that you chose him for a reason.

In summary, Cale Henituse's jealousy is a nuanced aspect of his personality. It stems from a place of deep care and affection for you, and he navigates it with a mix of subtle actions and open communication, ultimately strengthening your bond.

[missy4176]

Matching Accessories: A Subtle Bond

Cale Henituse x Reader

Cale Henituse isn't the type to express affection overtly. His reputation as a laid-back, seemingly lazy noble who’s more interested in a quiet life than grandeur is well-known. However, beneath that nonchalant exterior, Cale deeply values the people he cares about, even if he doesn’t always show it in the most traditional ways.

When you and Cale first got together, the idea of a grand romantic gesture would have made him groan internally. Still, he’s not immune to the idea of having something that connects the two of you, something that symbolizes the bond you share. But it had to be subtle—something that wouldn’t draw attention but would still hold meaning.

One day, during one of your quieter moments together, you suggested the idea of matching accessories. Initially, Cale raised an eyebrow at the thought, but as you explained it further—how it wouldn’t be anything flashy or overly sentimental, but rather something simple and meaningful—he eventually agreed. The idea of carrying a piece of each other, even when apart, resonated with him more than he’d like to admit.

The Bracelet

You both settled on matching bracelets. They were simple, yet elegant—a thin, durable band of black leather, with a small charm engraved with each other’s initials. Cale liked that the bracelet was practical; it wouldn’t get in the way of his day-to-day life, and it wasn’t something that would attract unnecessary attention.

He would wear it under his sleeve, where no one could see it. But every so often, when things got hectic, or when he found himself thinking of you, he’d discreetly touch the bracelet, a small, almost imperceptible gesture that grounded him. It was a way to remind himself of your presence, even when you were far away.

For you, the bracelet was a constant comfort, a symbol of Cale’s quiet affection. Unlike Cale, you didn’t mind if people saw it. To you, it was a subtle way to share a piece of your relationship with the world, a mark of the trust and understanding between you and him.

The Ring

As time passed, another matching accessory found its way into your lives—a pair of simple silver rings. You didn’t even discuss it beforehand; it just happened naturally, as many things with Cale do. The rings weren’t fancy, just a plain band with a tiny inscription inside—an inside joke between the two of you that never failed to bring a smile to your face.

Cale wore his ring on a chain around his neck, hidden beneath his clothes. It wasn’t that he was ashamed or didn’t want to show it off, but he liked the idea of keeping it close to his heart, away from the prying eyes of the world. He’d absentmindedly fiddle with it when he was lost in thought or when you were away on your own missions. It was a small comfort, a reminder that you were out there, thinking of him just as he was thinking of you.

For you, the ring was a source of strength. You wore it on your finger, and every time you glanced at it, you were reminded of Cale’s unwavering support, his unspoken promises, and his quiet but fierce love.

The Pendant

The final matching accessory was a pendant, one that you both received from Raon as a gift. The dragon, in his innocence, thought it would be nice for the two of you to have something magical that connected you, and who were you to refuse such a heartfelt gift? The pendant was small, a gemstone embedded in a silver setting, with a protective charm engraved on the back.

Cale appreciated the practicality of the charm. It wasn’t just a sentimental piece; it had a real, tangible use—protecting you when you needed it. He’d occasionally joke about how Raon’s gift was more useful than anything he could come up with, but you knew he treasured it just as much as the bracelet and the ring.

When Cale had to go on a dangerous mission, you’d hold the pendant close, silently wishing for his safe return. And when you were the one in danger, you knew that Cale was doing the same, hoping the charm would keep you safe until you were back by his side.

Cale’s Quiet Affection

Cale Henituse isn’t a man of many words when it comes to emotions, but his actions speak volumes. The matching accessories you both share are more than just tokens; they’re symbols of the unspoken connection between you. They’re a way for Cale to show his affection without having to say it out loud, something he’s never been particularly good at.

Every time you see Cale subtly touching his bracelet, or fiddling with the ring on his chain, you’re reminded of the quiet depth of his feelings. And even though he’ll never admit it, you know that these small gestures mean more to him than he’ll ever let on.

In his own way, Cale Henituse loves deeply and fiercely, even if he doesn’t show it in the traditional sense. The matching accessories are a testament to that—a small but significant part of your lives, a constant reminder that no matter where you are, you’re always connected.

[lurrywrites]

This is my first time requesting someone so, how about cale having a fiancee who's inlove with him and he's so confused since he has a reputation of being a trash but his fiancee doesn't care about his reputation at all. Or like kim rok soo doesn't know cale has a fiancee so he got suprise when someone suddenly barge in his room after the plaza terror incident and is worried about him.

Listen I am sorry-

Rok Soo, now Cale, known as the 'Trash of the Count's Family,' bore the burden of a reputation he didn't quite hate. There were upsides to it - he didn't need to play much of a role, as the Cale Henituse from the book was an angry drunkard. However, amidst this confusing new life, he discovered some small details that seemed out of place for the thrash in the book he read, even if not much was really said about him. He had to remind himself that this is, no matter how confusingly, his reality. That he took his place in this body and now does not know where the rightful owner is.

One evening, after a tumultuous incident at the plaza, Kim Rok Soo(now in Cale's body as mentioned before) retired to his room, tired of the day's chaos. The kittens were somewhere else right now - probably with Hans, the bubbly doting butler. A knock echoed through the door. He was surprised - he already told staff that he was retiring for the night. Surely he would not be bothered because of something small..

Cale called out to whoever is behind the door and watched as it flew open, revealing.. Wait, just who is that?

It was.. not someone who Rok Soo even knew. Their eyes held concern, and as soon as their eyes looked at his form they, without hesitation, rushed into the room.

"Cale, you!-.." they fumed, voice filled with anger as he was turned and scanned thoroughly, presumably searching for any signs of injury on his frail body.Kim Rok Soo, perplexed by their sudden appearance, could only blink as he struggled to come up with something in response.

"..You.. idiot..." They continued, concern in the voice replacing the anger, the speed of it almost making one wonder of there truly was such emotion before.Kim Rok Soo's mind raced, trying to understand the situation. He had no memory of someone being described even closely to this person, no matter how much his mind raced with records. Nothing.

"I am... sorry?" he said quietly, feeling a pang of sudden worry for not knowing who this person is. They and Cale must've been close, if it isn't a gross misunderstanding that is, but.. how come they never were mentioned in the novel?

With time he would learn that you, simply, are Cales fiance, who was not mentioned and struggle to not let the fact that he is not the original Cale be known. That is, until he realizes he fell for you, too..

[flamefenrir2003]

MA’AM I—

I am literally losing my mind here. I’ve been stalking TCF on ao3 for good Alberu fics years now and oof this was a sucker punch. This ain’t even Alberu centric though? It’s a Cale x OC fic?? What is this??? This is insanely good writing I’m losing my mind it has EVERYTHING HELP

Literally choking down tears, why is this so character accurate OGCale my poor baby SOMEONE KICK ADIN’S ASS DAMNIT—

If anyone wants to check them out (and i highly reccommend if you like tcf character whump), its called to your eternity by lizmidford645 on ao3

now excuse while i go geeking out

[kinekow2]

what was that PIP-SQUEAK?

Full version here

[altkys]

I can’t believe my current fic in process is a Diluc one and not for my beloved Kaeya 😔❤️

However, keeping in contact with sexy redheads, I’ve decided my next fic (after this one, which will be finalised and released very soon!!) will be for the one and only Cale Henituse <3

[cruzerforce4256]

I need more cale x reader fics It's what makes me happy and goes on with my day 🥹🥹

[shinyuin]

Losing a Loved One Together

You promised, and I believed you.

Blood.

There was too much of it.

Cale knelt beside your body, his hands trembling as he pressed down on your wound. His normally steady hands—capable of holding the weight of the world—were unsteady, desperate. His red hair, matted with dirt and blood, fell over his pale face as he gritted his teeth. He ignored the searing pain from overusing his ancient powers, focused only on you.

Your breathing was shallow. Too shallow. The life that once burned in your eyes, the spark that had always met his gaze with warmth, was flickering like a candle in the wind.

No, Cale muttered, shaking his head, his voice rough. No, don’t you dare. You said you’d be fine. You— He stopped, biting down on the words, his throat tight. His vision blurred. Damn it. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

I already told you that your life is more important if you face some danger just run..

You smiled weakly, your fingers twitching as they reached for his hand. He immediately grasped them, holding them tightly, as if sheer will alone could keep you tethered to this world.

Cale, you whispered. Your voice was barely there, but it was enough. It made something in his chest cave in.

Don’t talk, he said, voice tight with restrained emotions. He didn’t care how hoarse he sounded, didn’t care that his usual calm façade was crumbling. His fingers clenched around yours, desperate, unwilling. Just—stay awake. The priest is coming. The potions—others will be here.

Your hand, once so warm, so full of life, squeezed his weakly. You always knew… You exhaled shakily. That I’d be bad at keeping promises.

Cale’s breath hitched. A harsh, bitter laugh escaped him, devoid of any humor. “And yet, I believed you.”

You had promised him you wouldn’t die.

That you’d stay by his side.

That no matter what war, what enemy, what curse, you’d find a way to survive.

You lied, he murmured, his voice barely audible.

You coughed, blood trailing from the corner of your lips, and he wiped it away with his thumb, his other hand still gripping yours like a lifeline.

He should be used to this. Death. Loss. The ache of watching something slip through his fingers despite all his efforts.

But it was you.

You, who had always stayed by his side. Who had always seen through his excuses, his indifference, his walls. Who had called him out when he was reckless, who had laughed when he complained about wanting a slacker life but still shouldered the burdens of an entire kingdom.

You, who made him feel something more than duty, something deeper than responsibility.

He had never said it. The words had always lingered on the edge of his tongue, buried under his carefully constructed walls. Because love—he doesn't deserve it everyone he loves dies now it's you but he still hope if he eventually said those three words...

And now, it was too late.

A shaky breath left you. Cale… I’m glad…

Shut up, he snapped, voice raw, but his grip tightened. “Don’t talk like you’re dying. You’re not—

Your fingers trembled in his hold. You were losing strength.

Cale’s breath hitched. A pit opened in his stomach, a dark void swallowing everything whole.

The potions. The priest. Someone—anyone.

But he knew.

Even with healing, some wounds couldn’t be undone.

The realization settled like ice in his veins.

His lips parted, but no sound came out.

You smiled—soft, tired, fond.

I’m glad I met you.

Your fingers slackened.

Cale froze.

The world went silent.

The battlefield, the distant sounds of fighting, the shouts of his allies—it all faded into white noise.

His hand remained around yours, unmoving. Unwilling.

A hollow breath left him. His throat burned. His vision blurred, not from exhaustion, not from pain, but from something he had long denied himself the right to feel.

Grief.

A weight, suffocating and unbearable, settled in his chest.

He didn’t move. Didn’t scream.

He just stared.

You were gone.

And yet, he still held your hand as if you weren’t.

Because letting go meant acknowledging it.

And Cale Henituse… wasn’t ready.

For the first time, he didn’t know if he ever would be.

..Damn it. His voice cracked, barely above a whisper. Damn it, damn it—

He couldn't even finish the sentence.

His body shook, though he didn't sob. Cale Henituse didn’t cry.

But if anyone had seen him at that moment, with his head bowed, his fingers trembling, and his expression twisted into something so utterly raw—perhaps they would have said he looked just as broken as a man who had lost everything.

[rie-092]

i'm honestly waiting for goldie gramps. i have to do this, promise.

imagine platonic yandere! eruhaben with young dragon! reader. one day, he found an egg in front of his lair. at first he thought it was a normal egg. but he noticed that it wasn't.

platonic yandere! eruhaben who keeps saying that he doesn't care if the egg didn't hatch. yet, that night after he found it— he made sure to make a comfortable place for it inside his lair. then every night, he would spend his time watching the egg, wondering when will it hatch and everyday, he would wipe it convincing himself that he just didn't want to get his lair dirty when it truth he was quite worried that you might chew your egg shell once you hatch. so, if your egg shell is dirty, then you might get sick!

platonic yandere! eruhaben who was surprise when your egg finally hatch. he found himself mesmerized. you look cute, to be honest. the way you look around, seemed to be confused. eruhaben is not the type of person (dragon) who shows affection. but surprisingly, he found himself wants to shower you with one. let's add the fact that you were also a golden dragon so the two of you looks like a father and child duo.

platonic yandere! eruhaben who spent four months thinking of the name he will give you. and when you copied the way he said your name and giggled. eruhaben found himself smiling back at you. you're cute.

platonic yandere! eruhaben who thought that he spend his lifetime alone. but now, he had an adorable child following him around and calling him daddy. well, it's not like he was complaining or anything.

platonic yandere! eruhaben who acts like he didn't care but actually happy when you first polymorph as a human. it was a normal morning and he was about to call you for breakfast. but when he entered your room, he didn't see you there, instead he found a child sitting on your bed. a child with the same golden hair and ( color ) eyes as well as pointed ears. when that kid grinned brightly at him calling him daddy.

platonic yandere! eruhaben who now started buying a hundred of matching clothes that the two of you can wear. he even go far on going to the human market to buy a book containing several ways to style a child's hair. no, he can't let anyone call his child ugly.

platonic yandere! eruhaben who started to became possessive when you first met another dragon. he knew that dragons were curious creature. he knew that one day, you might leave him. because in eruhaben's eyes, you were still a child. well, technically you were a child since you're only 20 years old in human age. but still—!

platonic yandere! eruhaben who suddenly stopped teaching you about magic. it made you confuse, but you can't blame him! he started thinking things like— you might use his teachings against him to escape from him. dragons are known to be possessive and territorial, they doesn't let go and willing to die to protect their treasures. and it seems like eruhaben started seeing you as one.

young dragon! reader who got kidnapped by an organization after they raided eruhaben's lair while he was out buying some stuffs for your birthday. by the time he got back, seeing that you're not there and the blood on the floor. it made eruhaben snap.

platonic yandere! eruhaben who literally burn down the kingdom of the organization who kidnapped you. then later, after he saw you lifeless inside their headquarters. torture— they tortured his child. how dare them. how dare those people— eruhaben knew more than anyone else what happen to those dragons who didn't die because of natural death. and that made him more angrier than he was.

platonic yandere! eruhaben who started loathing humans after they killed you. but a few hundred years later, after meeting cale henituse. he was flabbergasted to find someone who looks like his child, have the same name as his child. but is not a dragon— instead, a mage.

it's still you, don't worry. the gods and goddesses gave you a second chance and reincarnated you into a human body. but surprisingly, you still became someone who is really good at magic and handling mana.

cale henituse found it odd how eruhaben seemed to adore you a lot. but didn't say anything because he doesn't want to anger the golden dragon. and it seems like he won't hurt you anyway.

platonic yandere! eruhaben who became 100 times more overprotective to now reincarnated! reader. he doesn't allow you out of his sight.

just imagine meeting a thousand year old dragon who told you to call him papa or daddy even though it was the first time you met him. but you see, you were quite obsessed with dragons yourself. so when he requested that, you immediately did that with a straight face. cale started to became quite worried about your mental state.

platonic yandere! eruhaben who refused to let you out of his sight. he started keeping you around him. and as a dragon fanatic, you were more than willing to stay with him.

platonic yandere! eruhaben who started using your obsession with dragons against you to make you stay by his side. you don't have to worry about anything because he will be more than willing to give you the world. so please, this time— don't leave him alone.

all in all, platonic yandere eruhaben is the definition of a protective yet lovable father when you were still a dragon. but now transformed as an overbearing, territorial parent who is now obsessed with keeping you safe.

it's just a secret, but now keeps you in cale's villa after you almost died in a battle. and the one who proposed that idea was cale henituse who almost got a heart attack after he saw you, being carried by choi han, bloodied and barely alive.

it looks like in this life, you have a couple of saints, a crown prince, some nobles, two red-heads, a couple of swordmaster, some dragons ( aside from eruhaben ), some assassins, a wolf, and a couple of cats who is worried for your safety. for the last time— you were not a dragon anymore so you better take care of yourself properly!

[weirdsht]

hellooo^^!! i really like the totcf fanfic that you made and i thank you for it. Can i request something? i found a lot of fanfics about cale x f reader who are a married couple, but i never found a fanfic about their wedding. so can you make one? like from cale proposing to her, the preparation for their wedding day, or the reaction of cale's family and when he was on their wedding day. i really appreciate it if you are willing to make it, and sorry if i ask too much. stay healthy^^

Eternity Has Started Before We Even Knew - Cale/Fem!Reader

a/n: i don't know much about weddings but i tried my best huhu

tags: female reader, wedding preparations, proposals, fluff, suggestive ending

English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors

Pls don't repost my work anywhere without my permission

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It's been roughly a month since Cale proposed to you. Now, it has also been roughly a month since the stressful wedding preparation started. Despite the stress, you still managed to find some fun in doing it.

Especially when the people around you ask how your now fiance proposed to you.

“Did the young master really turn the Henituse garden into a fairy-esc wonderland and set up a dream-like dinner by the pond Miss [Name]? I never pegged him to be such a romantic!”

“Right? I was surprised too, especially since they said he planned it for months and I never noticed a thing. Cale, while he was never outwardly sweet, has always taken into consideration what my likes and tastes are. I think that consideration and love he has for me shined through his proposal.”

As you and the boutique owner chatted about the proposal and wedding preparations, you found yourself reminiscing about your beloved’s sweet preparation a month ago.

You could still feel the light breeze in your hair as the kids dragged you towards the garden. Still see the light, warm lights that made it seem as though fairies were emitting them. Could still savour how Cale stood in the middle of it all, holding a bouquet of your favourite flowers while wearing an extravagant outfit he usually would throw a tantrum about.

You could still hear how everyone congratulated you once you got back inside the manor. Could still feel the hug from Deruth and Violan as they welcomed you to the family. Could still see Basen and Lily’s shining eyes as they rejoiced once Cale told them that you said yes.

Of course, while wedding preparations can bring joy and excitement, they can also cause distress. Your betrothed being such an important figure did not help in the slightest.

“Sweetheart, my dear you know you have to go. His Highness cannot ward them off alone.”

“He's a grown man, he can handle himself. Plus you told me that you’ve been having problems with one of the vendors…”

You cupped Cale’s cheeks and looked into his eyes. While you understand that he wants to help you prepare for the wedding, you also know that the kingdom needs him right now.

“Ron and I can handle the wedding matters for now. You’ve been trying to juggle our wedding and the kingdom for a week now and it’s time for you to solely on one of them.”

“You’re right, that’s why I’m foregoing the kingdom so I can focus on you instead.”

“Baby…“

Cale Henituse grumbled in annoyance before kissing you and muttering that his going to cause havoc so no one would call him for a while. As if on cue, Raon enters the room telling him that Alberu is calling him and it seems to be urgent.

“If he doesn’t give me at least 5 golden plaques and a new villa as our wedding gift I’m going to blackmail him for at least 3 months and tell everyone to not give him dead mana.”

The new upgraded status of going from Cale’s girlfriend to fiance has its own perks… much to Cale’s dismay.

“Miss [Name] it’s good to see you again. Are you and your boyfriend still going strong?”

Cage greets from beside Marquis Stan. They were in your home to visit Cale after so long and it just so happened that you were near the entrance so you greeted them.

“Cale? Oh! His my ex now!”

“[Name], for the last time, saying that I’m your ex is not a good way to say that we’re engaged”

You heard your lover’s dismayed sigh before you could feel his arms warp themselves around your waist, exactly where they belonged. In front of you Cage and Taylor can be seen laughing with the former pulling out alcohol from her sleeves to celebrate the occasion.

Wedding planning has its own ups and downs. Sometimes, some things are really just bound to go wrong while planning. There are times when you would feel frustrated because nothing seems to be going your way. Still, whenever you remember that the end of this is you and Cale getting married… everything doesn’t seem as frustrating anymore.

And oh was it worth the excessive planning and stress.

Because now you are walking down the aisle, surrounded by people you love. Walking towards the man you would spend eternity with, the man who is both your best friend and the love of your life.

The ceremony was elegant and emotional. You and Cale spared no effort in making everything to be the way you envisioned it. It was like the wedding of the century, it could rival royal weddings. Still, despite the extravagance, it was still intimate as the only people invited were the people the both of you love and trust.

Every single soul witnessing this union are people who has seen how everything developed between you two. People who witnessed how you and Cale slowly fell for the other. People who lost sleep because of frustration because both of you were so dense. People who may or may not have cried tears of joy when you got together. People who supported one of you when the other one was injured or unconscious. People who fought tooth and nail with other people because they kept accusing Cale of cheating simply because he used to have a trash reputation.

They were there for everything, and now they could see how Cale ever-so-slightly stumble on his words when reciting his vows. While his face looks composed, his eyes look so emotional. Looking at you as if you had hung the moon and stars. 

You were his world, and everyone could see that in his eyes.

Everyone could also see how their commander’s hands trembled when he was slipping your wedding ring. It’s such a sight to see their Cale, famous for being calm, composed and unwavering, act like a newborn deer.

And of course, everyone could see that lone tear of happiness that slid down the redhead’s cheeks as he kissed you. No one will ever mention it though, for the sake of their emotionally constipated young master.

The reception had a more humorous vibe compared to the ceremony. Everyone let loose and embarrassing stories were thrown during the speeches.

“Cale, my lovely sworn brother, I love you, I really do, but I didn’t enjoy the times you barged into my room in the middle of the night to share your fears of having a chronic heart condition when it was just you being in love with [Name].”

Alberu shared during his speech and it made everyone laugh. 

“You think that’s bad? Try living with him nya!”

Someone heckled from the crowd and it insinuated another round of laughter.

The rest of the night was fun. Everyone forgot their duties for a while and was solely focused on having a good time. Some people danced, others took this time to catch up with friends they hadn’t talked to much, and there were even people who started an eating contest. 

It was the wedding night of your dreams.

But that doesn’t seem to be the case for Cale.

“Cale Henituse! We haven’t even said goodbye to our guests yet!”

You scolded your now-husband as he kissed you while trying to pull you away from the party.

“Don’t care, I haven’t had you to myself for a whole week. Plus it’s our wedding night and honeymoon, they’d understand.”

Cale argued as he brought you to the teleportation circle that was prepared beforehand to take you to your honeymoon destination. Being the starved man he is, Cale Henituse kept kissing you in between talks. His impatience shows as he tries to hastily unzip your dress while activating the circle at the same time.

“But- hmn- Cale-!”

You tried to pull away, but it’s been a week since you properly kissed your beloved so you eventually melted into the kiss. Cale took this as a chance to tear the magic scroll that would activate the teleportation circle.

“Now how about spending a wonderful first night as Mrs. Henituse? Hmm?”

[sillydestiny]

Hello haruhi! I'm new to your blog but I absolutely love your posts! My fav is the cale henituse fic "losing you" 😭

Seeing as your requests are open I was thinking if I could request a pinning! cale x f!reader. I don't know how much info/detail I should put into this but I had something around the idea of him just realizing he's in love with the reader with her being his closest confidant and always taking care of him and making sure he's alright! Maybe something cute and fluffy? A dash of angst if you feel like it?

I hope you have a wonderful day/evening/night!🤗

Blossoms of the Heart

Cale Henituse x Reader

2.2k words / fluff

The plaza terror incident had left chaos in its wake, but amidst the panic, Cale found an unexpected ally. As the boomers threatened to wreak havoc, a mysterious figure, concealed in a hood, used magic to shield the three boomers from causing further damage. Raon, the magical being accompanying Cale, was quick to sense this assistance.

"Human, human, there's also someone casting another magic! It's a magic barrier!" Raon's words echoed in Cale's mind, stirring his curiosity and concern.

With the information from Raon, Cale's mind raced

Who?

As the boomers were finally safe, Cale found himself coughing up blood, a sight that alarmed those around him. Unfazed, he assured them he was fine, typical of his nonchalant attitude towards his own well-being. Raon continued to communicate with Cale, revealing the figure who had aided them—a person who wore a hood that concealed their identity.

Cale's gaze swept the crowd as Raon's words lingered in his mind. Then, he spotted a figure, shrouded in a hood. A powerful gust of wind suddenly blew, causing the hood to fall, revealing a person of surprising strength and beauty. Cale, who rarely cared about appearances, couldn't help but notice the figure's attractiveness – pale skin, silky hair – a beauty that stood out even in the midst of chaos.

Raon, too, sensed the identity of the helper. "Human, that's him! That's the one who helped us earlier," Raon exclaimed in Cale's mind.

However, the mysterious figure swiftly retreated, as if aware of Cale's gaze. The fleeting encounter left Cale intrigued, and he turned his attention back to Taylor and the others who were still in a state of panic.

In a silent exchange with Choi Han, Cale conveyed his intention for Choi Han to investigate the mysterious helper. As Choi Han left to follow the figure, Cale couldn't shake the feeling that the person knew something crucial about the situation

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Later, after Choi Han successfully caught up with you, Cale finally had the opportunity to speak with you. The conversation unfolded, revealing that you, too, were in a similar situation—a transmigrator who fell asleep while reading a novel and woke up in this bewildering world.

Your words struck a chord with Cale as you explained, "Would you believe me if I said that I know because I read it in a novel before waking up here?" The revelation resonated deeply with Cale, who had experienced a similar phenomenon himself.

The air between Cale and the reader crackled with the weight of their shared experiences. Cale, contemplating the newfound revelation of another transmigrator, felt a strange connection forming between them. The realization that Kim Rok Soo, the man inhabiting Cale's body in another world, might be experiencing the same disorienting journey struck Cale with an uncanny sense of solidarity.

Amidst the conversation, Cale couldn't help but be intrigued by the dreams each harbored. When he asked the reader about their aspirations, the answer echoed with a simple desire for a normal and peaceful life. Cale, usually a proponent of a slacker lifestyle, found himself drawn to the similarities in their dreams.

As the reader calmly expressed their wish for a tranquil existence, Cale's mind raced with thoughts. He saw an opportunity, a mutually beneficial arrangement that could aid them both in navigating the challenges of this new world. Cale proposed a deal, the terms of which would be set by him, and the reader, composed and sipping tea, listened intently.

"What kind of deal?" the reader inquired, setting down their tea with a focused gaze.

Cale, his face stoic, laid out the terms. "You will be by my side in any situation that includes the plot."

The reader, adjusting their hair, responded with a calm acceptance, but with a condition of their own. "The terms of the deal can be set by you. I want one thing."

Cale, intrigued, asked, "What do you want in exchange?"

The reader's answer was simple yet profound. "Money."

Cale agreed to the deal without hesitation, recognizing the reader's strength in using magic. "You will accompany me, and in return, you'll receive financial support."

Little did he know that the reader, while reading "Birth of a Hero," had also delved into another novel— "The Trash of the Count's Family," featuring the main character, Cale Henituse. The reader kept this information to themselves, 

The reader kept this information to herself, knowing that revealing it might stir unintended consequences. Cale, after all, had strong opinions about being a main character, and she wasn't ready to disrupt the narrative in such a fundamental way.

As the deal was solidified, the reader couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. While she had desired a normal and peaceful life, the impending wars and conflicts on the horizon threatened to shatter that dream. With a sigh, she accepted the reality that her life in this new world would be more chaotic than anticipated.

"Well, I guess my life will be more chaotic as usual,"

Months and years had passed since the peculiar alliance between Cale Henituse and the reader began. Over this time, the reader had seamlessly integrated into Cale's world, becoming an unwavering presence by his side, supporting him in his endeavors and contributing her strategic acumen to their shared plans. The initial transactional nature of their partnership had evolved into a genuine camaraderie.

Within the past month, the reader had not only proven herself as a reliable ally but had also formed close bonds with Choi Han, Lock, and especially Rosalyn. The shared affinity for magic had quickly united the reader and Rosalyn, leading to collaborative experiments and the exchange of ideas. Their friendship grew rapidly, becoming a testament to the connections forged in the midst of their shared adventures.

A remarkable development occurred in the reader's relationship with the children—Hong, On, and Raon. At first, the trauma they carried made it difficult for them to approach the reader. However, displaying an understanding heart, the reader patiently broke through those barriers. Over time, she became a motherly figure to them, offering midnight snacks, gentle pets, and unwavering care. The children, once distant, now adored her, finding joy in just catching a glimpse of her figure.

While the reader's interactions with Cale were primarily bound by the terms of their agreement, a subtle undercurrent of something deeper began to flow. Cale, ever the pragmatic strategist, valued the reader for her calm demeanor and insightful contributions. As their alliance unfolded, he couldn't help but acknowledge the reliability and resourcefulness she brought to the table.

During moments of peril, when Cale overexerted his ancient power, the reader's concern for him was palpable. Despite knowing about the Vitality of the Heart that kept Cale safe, her worry was genuine, and Cale, in his own way, appreciated the sentiment.

Cale saw you as reliable ally you always calm and strategic mind when giving a plan or opinion to his plan and conaidering both of similar situation waking up to this world because of novel

interactions often revolved around shared goals and common enemies, where the reader's strategic mind proved invaluable to Cale's schemes. As plans unfolded and dangers loomed, Cale couldn't help but appreciate the reader's intellect and resourcefulness. Yet, amidst the chaos, the thought of a deeper connection lingered in the background, unnoticed by both parties.

Cale trust you.

As the months passed, a subtle transformation took hold of Cale Henituse, a man known for his nonchalant demeanor. Emotions, once foreign to him, began to bloom in the quiet corners of his heart. It was a strange yet exhilarating experience, one that he couldn't quite put into words. The presence of the reader seemed to be the catalyst, stirring a spectrum of feelings within him.

There were moments when Cale couldn't escape the fluttering sensation in his chest, especially when met with the warmth of your smile or the melodious notes of your laughter. The concern mirrored in your eyes during his darker hours resonated deeply with him. The reader, unbeknownst to themselves, had become more than just an ally; they were Cale's closest confidant, a pillar of support in the unpredictable landscape of his tumultuous life.

In the quieter moments, Cale found himself drawn to the reader's presence. There was an unspoken understanding, a connection that transcended the need for words. The reader possessed an innate ability to read him, to sense his unspoken thoughts and emotions. Their reassuring presence became a balm for his troubled soul.

Stolen glances became a regular occurrence, moments when Cale's gaze lingered a beat longer than usual, absorbing the details of your presence. The well-practiced facade of indifference crumbled during these stolen moments, revealing a softness that betrayed the depth of his emotions. Cale couldn't deny the warmth that enveloped him whenever you were around. It went beyond friendship, evolving into something deeper that he hadn't allowed himself to acknowledge until now.

Choi Han, Rosalyn, Ron, Raon, and the rest of the group began to notice the subtle changes in Cale's behavior. Choi Han, always observant, caught onto the small gestures first. Thoughtful gifts and considerate gestures, once foreign to Cale, became a silent expression of affection. Trinkets were discreetly slipped into the reader's possession, each one a carefully chosen token of his feelings.

Raon, Hong, and On, with their keen perception, also picked up on the shifts. They noticed the softening of Cale's eyes whenever the reader smiled, and the three little creatures couldn't help but share knowing glances amongst themselves.

The rest of the group observed the transformation in Cale's body language. Casual touches and lingering glances, the unconscious following of the reader's movements in a crowded room — all spoke volumes. Even Hans, the ever-discerning butler, couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the newfound tenderness in Cale's interactions.

However, amidst all these observations and changes in Cale, the reader remained oblivious to the subtle transformation. The reader, focused on supporting Cale and navigating the challenges they faced, was unaware of the storm of emotions brewing in the young master's heart

Days later, Cale became aware of his feelings.

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden hue across the expansive field. Flowers of various colors swayed gently in the evening breeze, their petals catching the last rays of sunlight. Cale Henituse and the reader found themselves on the outskirts of a quaint meadow, a tranquil haven away from the chaos of their unpredictable world.

Amidst the blossoms, the reader stood, captivated by a particularly exquisite flower. Their eyes traced the delicate petals, and a soft smile played on their lips. Cale, a silent observer, leaned against a nearby tree, watching the scene unfold. The ethereal quality of the moment seemed to amplify the connection between them, as if the universe conspired to create a canvas for emotions to unfurl.

There was a tender intimacy in the way the reader's fingers delicately brushed against the petals, in the way their eyes reflected admiration for the beauty before them. It was a snapshot of serenity, a moment that seemed to freeze in time, capturing the essence of something deeper.

Cale's gaze lingered on the reader, and in that stillness, realization dawned upon him like the first light of dawn. The way his heart fluttered as he observed the reader, the warmth that spread through his chest—it was more than admiration. It was a profound acknowledgment that the person before him had become an irreplaceable part of his world.

The subtle breeze rustled the leaves, and as the reader turned to meet Cale's gaze, there was a moment of unspoken understanding. Their eyes held a shared secret, a connection that transcended words. Cale, usually adept at navigating the complexities of life, found himself at a loss for how to articulate the emotions swirling within him.

As the reader approached, a question lingering in their eyes, Cale hesitated. The vulnerability of the moment gripped him, and for the first time, he struggled to find the right words. Yet, the truth hung in the air, unspoken but palpable, like the fragrance of the flowers around them.

"You have a way with flowers," Cale finally spoke, his voice softer than usual. It was a diversion, a subtle acknowledgment of the beauty before them and the emotions that danced in the spaces between their words.

The reader, attuned to the shift in the atmosphere, smiled knowingly. "Nature has its own way of expressing beauty," they replied, their gaze meeting Cale's with a warmth that mirrored the setting sun.

Cale, known for his pragmatic approach to life, found himself grappling with newfound emotions that defied logic. The term "love" had always been an enigma to him, a concept best left to the poets and dreamers. Yet, here he was, standing in a meadow as the realization dawned—the person who had once been a strategic ally had become the linchpin of his world.

Love had taken root in his heart, a delicate bloom that unfolded in the quiet moments amidst nature's beauty. The stoic facade that had defined Cale for so long began to crack, revealing a vulnerability that mirrored the fragile petals surrounding them. As the sun dipped lower, casting a warm glow over the meadow, Cale's heart echoed with the unspoken truth—he was in love.

"Hello Nacrise! Thank you for your request; I really appreciate it! I apologize for taking so long, as my mind was blank, and I couldn't fully think about the scenario I wanted. Thankfully, I've managed to finish it, and I hope you like it! if i have time i can make a part 2 of this!

[missy4176]

Subtle Jealousy

Cale Henituse x Reader

Cale Henituse is not the type of person to express his emotions openly. He is calm, composed, and often appears indifferent to many things. However, when it comes to you—his significant other—he has his own subtle ways of showing how much you mean to him. Cale isn't prone to bouts of jealousy, but when someone else starts giving you too much attention, his quiet but unmistakable possessiveness comes to the surface.

Cale is always aware of his surroundings, especially when it involves you. He doesn’t need to hover or keep a close eye on you, but he somehow always knows what’s going on. When he notices someone lingering too long in a conversation with you, or when they’re laughing a bit too much at your jokes, Cale’s sharp gaze zeroes in on the interaction. He won’t say anything—he rarely does—but his focus shifts entirely onto the person who’s vying for your attention.

You might notice his usual relaxed posture stiffen slightly, or how he silently observes the person, his eyes narrowing just a fraction. It’s his way of assessing whether this person is a threat—whether they’re overstepping a boundary they shouldn’t.

Cale isn’t one to openly declare his feelings or make a scene, but he’ll subtly insert himself into the situation. If you’re talking to someone who’s a little too interested in you, Cale will quietly move closer, standing just within your personal space. He might brush his hand against yours or place a light hand on your back, a barely-there touch that serves as a silent declaration of his presence. He doesn’t need to say a word; his proximity alone is enough to remind everyone that you’re his partner.

When you look up and catch his eye, he’ll offer you a small, almost imperceptible smile—one that’s reserved just for you. It’s a gentle reminder that he’s there, and that he’s watching over you, even if he doesn’t always show it.

While Cale isn’t possessive in an unhealthy way, he has a certain protectiveness over you that becomes more pronounced in these moments. If the person continues to monopolize your time, Cale will step in more directly, though always in his signature, understated manner. He might drape an arm casually over your shoulder or lean in to ask if you’re ready to leave. The question is phrased innocently enough, but there’s an undercurrent of tension in his voice that only you can detect.

If the person still doesn’t take the hint, Cale’s eyes will harden, and he’ll fix them with a stare that could freeze over a desert. His expression remains neutral, but there’s a clear message in his gaze: *Back off.* It’s the kind of look that sends a shiver down the spine of anyone who’s foolish enough to ignore it.

Cale won’t ever vocalize his jealousy—he doesn’t believe in making a fuss over something so trivial. But later, when you’re alone together, you might notice him being just a bit more affectionate. Perhaps his hand lingers a little longer on yours, or he pulls you closer when you’re sitting together. It’s his way of reaffirming his place by your side without having to say anything at all.

If you bring it up, teasing him about how he seemed a little jealous earlier, he’ll likely scoff and roll his eyes, brushing it off with a casual remark. But there’s a faint blush on his cheeks that gives him away, even as he tries to maintain his nonchalant facade.

Despite his subtle jealousy, Cale is never overbearing. He trusts you implicitly and knows that you’re fully capable of handling yourself. But in those quiet moments when it’s just the two of you, he’ll sometimes let his guard down a little. He’ll brush a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch gentle and affectionate, and murmur something like, “You know I’m always here, right?”

It’s not an overt declaration of jealousy or possessiveness—just a simple statement of fact. Cale Henituse is a man of few words, but when it comes to you, he’ll always make sure you know just how important you are to him, even if it’s in the most subtle of ways.

Ultimately, Cale’s subtle jealousy is tempered by his confidence in your relationship. He knows that you chose him, and that means more to him than any fleeting moment of insecurity. So while he might occasionally give someone a pointed look or stand a little closer to you than usual, he never doubts where you stand with him.

In the end, Cale’s subtle gestures and quiet reassurances are just his way of showing you how much he cares, without ever needing to say it out loud. It’s a language that only the two of you understand, built on trust, mutual respect, and a deep connection that goes beyond words.

[lurrywrites]

hi! hm~ jealous cale headcanons?

sigh.. well, now i'm getting to these things, at least?

He does not get jealous often, really; for him to consider entering a relationship there must be a lot of trust, it just needs to be there. If there wasn't much of it, then he would be torn between feelings and logic and simply rather would shove the first down.

Instead of reacting based on his emotions, he prefers to think logically about why he feels jealous before talking about it with someone else. He truly does love and trust you, and believes you wouldn't betray him just because. Needs to think a little about the situation and decide where the problem lies, it would be better to solve it himself than to bring it up if not neededIs likely to internalize his feelings of jealousy rather than outwardly expressing them. He tends to keep his emotions to himself and rarely reveals them to others, especially regarding romantic matters.

He's Private. He doesn't like sharing his emotions with others, especially when it comes to love, and prefers to keep his feelings to himself.

Plus, Cale really doesn't want to cause unnecessary problems or fights by expressing his jealousy openly. He already is a busy man, no need to increase the pile of problems he has to solve by creating them himself!

He also values being independent and feels that sharing his feelings of jealousy might be over constricting to his partner, which he wouldn't like. He would want for them to choose for themself, to live and simply make desicions based on what they deem right. He's all about freedom, babey!

Pssst... never told you this, but.. he doesn't want to worry or trouble other people with his feelings. He prefers to deal with things on his own, even if they're weighing him down.