#og!alver crossman

[muzwoom]

Doomed old man yaoi

[forgetme-eternally-blissfully]

“So, babysitting?”

Alberu follows after the delinquent. From the record the vice-principal gave him access to, Cale frequently drinks alcohol, he often gets himself into a lot of fights, and he barely passed his classes at the end of the grading period. The teachers never call on him in class, girls and boys avoid him alike, and he is- supposedly- completely intolerable.

Which is why Alberu Crossman, who’s only a little older yet infinitely more mature has been assigned by the principal (his father) to get the troublemaker under thumb. Cale's father is quite wealthy, actually, and since there isn't much known about the successor to the Henituse family... it'd be bad if he had to be expelled.

Cale scowled. “Yes, babysitting, your highness. Please, leave if you must,” He jeers at Alberu, but internally he thinks, 'No, really. Please leave.' Otherwise, he might get caught in the act.

Of not actually being Cale.

Roksu aims a sour expression at Alberu, who returns it with a more flowery one. Acting as his twin for the day had been easy enough, mainly because being trash is great!- until Alberu Crossman strolled into his lunch period and introduced himself.

He is even following him out of the school to his job. Well, this job is Roksu’s and not Cale’s, but because he can’t ditch work nor can he get glib-tongued Alberu off his tail-

Well shit.

Thankfully, the kids call him hyung. Except Raon, who calls him human. Hopefully Alberu doesn’t look into it too much. If everything goes right, Alberu Crossman will be Cale's problem to deal with tomorrow. As it should have been.

“I didn’t know you liked kids, Cale,” Alberu smiles charmingly, walking side by side with Roksu. “Can you introduce me?” Roksu struggles to not put on his own disarming smile out of spite, instead plastering on a classic Cale Sneer™. It fits on his face perfectly, like he’s playing a character in a play.

They enter the building and ‘Cale’ guides Alberu to a colorful playroom, decked out in toys and a fountain of running water as the centerpiece (A gift from his father, who is still upset that Roksu doesn't visit more often). There’s a tray of fruits and oatmeal on the small table in the corner of the room, except not a soul to be seen. Picking up a bowl of oatmeal and finding the ceramic to still be hot, Roksu almost smiles.

Alberu frowns. Where are the kids he's supposed to babysit?

Roksu tells the empty air, "Come on out."

Three children appear out of nowhere in front of them.

“Hyung!”

“Human! You’re back!”

“Hyung, nya.” On examines Alberu some more.

All of the kids had been revealed the moment that Roksu spoke, as Raon unveiled the invisibility on them.

Raon runs up and grabs Roksu’s hand, who places it on his head, rubbing the black hair comfortingly. “Mm.” Raon beams at the affection.

“Raon, On, Hong,” they each look up at him at the call of their names. “This is Alberu Crossman, he is doing a report on my trashy behavior. Don’t be rude."

All three children become hostile immediately. “He isn't trash!”

On observes Alberu with an intense glare. Raon shifts under Roksu’s hand, his deep blue eyes glinting with magic. Roksu positions him away from the older teen’s view. Raon grips onto Roksu’s pant leg with a vengeance. Hong stares openly, offensive.

Alberu smiles at them.

"I'm visiting with Cale Hyung for today, nice to meet you."

Hong gasps suddenly.

“He-!” On gives her brother a look, and he clamps his hands over his mouth. Alberu feels a deep curiosity, as if something isn’t quite as it seems.

Roksu sighs. It’s going to be a long hour.

At the midway point, Alberu has easily disarmed the children. They look fascinated at the magic he shows them, while Roksu can only rub a palm over Raon’s shoulder as a warning to keep his dragon magic under control. He's still just a child that wants to brag. Everything is going well.

Bang!

“Hey Roksu! How was-“ Cale bursts through the door, bright red hair equipped with a shit-eating grin, wearing clothes far less fancy than his usual. He tenses up, frozen in place when he spots Alberu on the floor, politely sitting "crisscross applesauce" with the children. Roksu narrows a withering glare at his twin.

“… Roksu?”

Alberu looks at ‘Cale,’ sitting next to him, the one he's spent the entire day with, who is trying to send what must be the real Cale into the sun with his eyes.

“Ha… ha?” Cale winces. Roksu wipes his expression from his face.

“Cale-hyung, run! That’s the human’s bad look!” Alberu’s eyes widen as he watches the confirmed real Cale bolt back into the hallway and out of the front door. Alberu whips his head back toward the stranger behind him, who is a perfect replica of the Cale who ran like Hell. Cale has an identical twin?? Since when? Why doesn't he go to school?

Roksu levels an emotionless gaze at Alberu. “Hello, your highness. Don’t mind me.”

Alberu can only watch in astonishment as this stranger walks out of the playroom, with a smooth and deadly gait as he hunts down his twin like a predator would to prey. He recalls the look 'Roksu' gave him and it sends a shiver down the principal’s son’s spine. That gaze held secrets.

Something about this stranger is even more interesting than the sudden appearance of a twin.

On walks up to him, sitting down in his lap and looking into his eyes. “Roksu-hyung will be back soon, nya!” Hong bounds over and sits next to his sister, grinning widely. Raon huffs and looks at the door. He wants his human to come back.

[sadlynotthevoid]

You know those "Og!Cale transmigrates into an Otome" fics?

Well, what about a fic where capture target Alberu goes to sleep one day and dreams with the plot of his life— that apparently is a game???— and finds out that:

First, the new student is going to start a war if she/he/they keep acting like they do.

Second, there's a high chance that Marquis Stan and his son, Venion, betray Roan.

And third— his fianceé, Cale Henituse, is actually really truly cute.

Now, how can he convince his fianceé that a position as the husband of the future ruler is a better way to avoid a succession battle than, you know, tarnishing his own reputation to ashes? He also has to woe him as he deserves. There's no way he's treating him the same as his alternate self did.

(Yes, alternate. Because now he has seen how adorable, intelligent and sweet he is, he can't possible be so indifferent towards him.

Alternate Alberu is the stupid Alberu and present-Alberu denies any relationship to him.

"Aunt, if I ever become so dumb, please put some sense into me."

"Alberu, you haven't even checked if that dream was true."

"It was a very realistic dream.")

He also needs allies. Hmm... Maybe he could ask his help? Cale doesn't seem someone who would trust completely in someone who doesn't trust him back. Plus, he probably could come up with a plan or two in the time it takes to make a pot of tea.

[calehenitusemydearestbeloved]

I think Choi Han should kiss cale

I think alver should kiss cale

I think krs should kiss cale

I think cjs should kiss cale

I think lsh should kiss cale

I think everyone should kiss cale

[ogalcaleweek]

Crown Prince Alver trying to grasp the difference between the infamous lout he's heard about and the kind uncle that Hye Sun describes.

(Jour's reincarnation was designed by @asterefflores thank you for allowing us to draw her!)

[svenituse]

latest round of 🍑 au doodles from my twitter (minus ones i can't post here bc of ToS so you can have this no-context alver instead)

[cindythecyclops]

Callie: I didn't do anything wrong!

Alberu, pointing at corpse: You killed a man.

Callie: He's a wife-beater and he tried to kidnap one of my maids.

Alberu: I know you had your reasons, I understand, but there are consequences for your actions and unfortunately, the law is more focused on the fact you killed someone unprovoked.

Callie: I am Just A Girl.

Alberu, sighing: Fine, I'll handle it.

[youngyoo-apologist]

OG Cale is the kind of guy to mention something from his past and laugh about it and then you look into his eyes and they look weirdly empty, hashtag Regressor things! Having memories with other people that now only you remember, and now the only way for anyone else to remember is for you to tell other people their stories but you can’t do that because going back in time isn’t a normal occurrence

ALSO context, Cale is talking about like when he +the hero party would like come back from a battle or anything, he laughs about it but I think he’s also kinda sad that the stress of the war probably made even baking, Alberu’s only hobby, less enjoyable for him as it took away the joy in many other things

[ohmycale]

I am #TeamFoundFamily

I am #TeamFoundFamily for Kim Rok Soo in his modern and TCF life

I am also #TeamFoundFamily for Og!cale in the world where he transmigrated.

I am #TeamFoundFamily for anyone who has any unpleasant experiences/memories with their supposed 'family'. Moreso, if that somebody experienced trauma and trying to heal something that is not their fault.

Blood family and ties are not worth it if your 'blood' doesn't understand you or give you a reason to alienate yourself from them

Found families are for keeps. Often than not, there is no obligation/duty or even grudging respect. Mutual respect is even the foundation of some. KRS has shown that twice over. Sometimes I wonder why some insist on blood family for og!Cale when he can also have what KRS did - his own found family.

KRS gang, sorry I didn't include all of you - hashtags in any social media are not my forte...but you are all in there - I promise! If you could also adopt og!Cale that would be so so so and an absolute awesome - sincerely no pressure from me!

[asterefflores]

[idontknowmyownmind]

I read something about how Cale will not give a fuck whether Alver is a dark elf or fairy

And my brain conjured up an image of him wearing a fairy gown with a pair of little butterfly wings behind him lmaooo 😭🤣😭🤣😭🤣🤣😭

[muzwoom]

Still going insane over ‘wanna be yours’ by corvidaes. If you care

Ft that song thats going viral on tiktok bc i have brainrot over them

[salaapaoo]

Cale really did not want to be here right now, but now matter how much of a ruckus he caused or how many fits he had thrown, his father refused to budge on his decision. So now all he could do was ward off the other nobles with sharp glares and a fake drunken swagger to his step. 

He wasn’t drunk. No matter how much he drank, Cale doesn’t think he could ever get the same sensation as the first time he had touched the drink. The soothing nothingness that the liquor had dragged him into when he had blacked out from one too many glasses had him chasing it again and again.

Cale curses his ungodly tolerance to alcohol that he had developed with a subtle tilt of the glass and the familiar burning down his throat and he curses his father’s diligent servants who always manage to stop him before he can go barreling into that nothingness again.

It was tiring. Everything was so fucking tiring, but at least the drinks could keep him company until he could curl into him in the solitude of his room. 

With each glass, the other nobles grew more and more wary of the red head, scrambling to clear out of the way whenever he took a step in their direction. Cale knew how utterly intoxicated he looked. How the pale tone of his skin was painted with hues of scarlet and merlot from each sip of wine. Luckily, everyone knew how easy it was to wear the little patience he held thin.

So why was the crown prince saddling up right beside him on the balcony he had escaped to? Why was this infuriatingly bright man acting all chummy with the count’s trash?

“...” 

The blond man smiled at him, his eyes closing into pleasant little slits that had the hairs on the back of Cale’s neck rising. He knew. After watching people for years, Cale knew how fake of a smile the prince was giving him. 

So why?

“It’s a pleasure seeing you tonigh-”

“Cut the crap, your highness, what do you want?” Cale stared unabashedly through hooded eyes, his tone sharp, not caring about the difference of status between them.

The crown prince let out a low hum, the well practice smile sliding right off his face to reveal an impassive expression. For a brief moment, Cale felt as though the man was trying to see right through him, but it goes away with a curious raise of the brow.

“Well?” Cale growled out, his night ruining even further with the company forced upon him.

“I was just curious, young master Henituse,” the blond started.

Cale rolled his eyes at the man. The chirping of the crickets were enough company for him, but the crown prince just had to include himself for whatever reason. For the first time in the night, Cale had started to enjoy the party the slightest bit, but that feeling was quickly squashed. 

His mind was blissfully quiet before the prince had arrived. 

“Why do you drink?” Blue eyes watched him, patiently waiting to see if he would be gracious enough to give a proper answer. 

Maybe it was the alcohol in his blood, or maybe it was the way Cale had known that he and the prince were one in the same. Cale had no idea why he answered. 

“It’s quiet,” He said.

“Quiet?” 

Cale let out a frustrated noise at how the prince patiently waited for him to continue. He ripped his eyes away from the other, casting them out to search for anything to focus on in the horizon. What did he do to deserve such patience?

“It- When I drink, it makes being alone with the thoughts in my head more bearable,” Cale stared out into the night, tracking the dark, blurry figures of nocturnal animals flitting across the grounds. 

For years, Cale had bottled everything up, holding the splintering glass together with bleeding hands as he desperately tried to spare others of the monsters that prowled in his mind. Perhaps it wasn’t the wisest idea to quell his racing mind with booze, and maybe he’s shaving years off his life with each glass he brings to his lips, but he really couldn’t bring himself to care.

The crown prince doesn’t answer and for whatever reason, Cale takes that as permission to continue. 

“You know what it’s like, don’t you,” His voice achingly clear in contrast to the intoxicated look he held, “Having to worry your mind thin trying to grasp at threads.”

The veranda railing is cool against where he pressed into it, the chill seeping through the fabric of his dress shirt in a way that had him sobering up much quicker than Cale liked. 

“I drink so I don’t have to think.” 

[sadlynotthevoid]

If I had a nickel for everytime I dreamed that Lily was kidnapped and Og!Cale ran looking out for her, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird it happened twice.

In the first one, Lily got kidnapped in the Capital and og!Cale instantly started running around, doing detective work but also really in panic. At some point he figured out who could have a hint on Lily's kidnapper, but the person in question was in the castle dungeons. So he went and straight entered in a room where Alberu was having a meeting with other nobles, not caring at all who was there, and asked him to sign a permission.

Og!Cale: *opens the door* Your Highness, sign this! *Slams form on the table*

Alberu, who wasn't expecting a random noble to crash his office: ...

The nobles: *shoked in victorian era* ...

Alberu: how did you got here?

Og!Cale: I flew through the third floor entry. It has my mom's name on it. More important, I'm in a hurry. So could you sign it already?

Alberu, confused as fuck because 'wdym by third floor entry? That's just a window': *reads the paper* permission to visit the dungeons? Why do—

Og!Cale, too worried to even keep his trash act and also practically a mind reader (not really): My sister was kidnapped and that guy may know where she could be. As I said, I'm in a hurry.

Alberu: That's terrible. *About to sign it* Is there any other way I can help?

Random noble: Excuse me?! Your Highness, this is not according to the protocol. I had to wait for months after my solicitude was sent to have this meeting. Why does he get a special treatment?!

Og!Cale, without paying an eye: Aren't you that Viscount that keeps wasting big sums on gifts for a mistress? *To Alberu* I guess he's asking money "for his territory". I bet he spent all his budget and is trying to hide it from his wife.

The noble: *pales* That— you— Your Highness, I can explain *faints*

Alberu: *sighs* I'll have someone investigate it. *Signs the form* Is there anything else I need to know?

Og!Cale, already exiting the room with the permission at hand: *tilts head* I've heard that people had been dissapearing in the Southwest region. *Narrows eyes* Huh. It's near the Gyerre territory now that I think about it.

Og!Cale: Anyways, goodbye. *Leaves*

Alberu, absentmindedly: So that's what father meant when he said redheads are "a crazy force of nature that could destroy a little country without force".

Antonio, who happened to be in the meeting: *silently having an existential crisis*

It turned out that the culprit was Og!Cale's past teacher (yes, that guy) who was working with traffickers. He wanted to see whether Og!Cale would resolve his "little game" or he would "lose" (have Lily sold before someone finds them). He also kinda hates her because "he lost his student by her fault" (no, it wasn't her fault. He's just crazy).

Og!Cale found out where Lily was being held and he, along with a pair of knights, went for her. All of them had a fun time beating the creepy bastard.

Then Og!Cale walked to their house carrying Lily on his arms.

In the second one, a monster-like creature broke into Lily's room, took her and flew away. Og!Cale was sitting on his bedroom's window and saw his little sister being taken away by a blurr of mass. He jumped out of the window to follow, of course. Then the knights saw a thing flying over their heads and the young master speedruning after it.

Og!Cale: Come back here!

Hillsman: Young master Cale?!

Og!Cale: What are you doing?! Stop that thing! It has Lily!

Knights: Ah! *Start chasing the thing too*

I don't know what happened next because I woke up.

[cortes-01]

[ogalcaleweek]

For those among us who love both og!Cale and krs!Cale, have you considered sibling au's?

Roksu Henituse has trouble dealing with the obnoxious love birds, his two hyung's are absolutely incomprehensible sometimes.