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A simple glitch sparks at the center of the universe, ultimately turning into a room with a few characters in it. One was a very annoyed red-haired man who was in his sleepwear, threatening to smack a certain blob of light to death.
Cale kicks the blob of light and snaps in anger, “what the fuck do you want?”
The blob of light, now metaphorically forming tears in its non-existent eyes cried, “I’m sorry!”
“Dongsaeng, calm down,” Cale huffs and listens to the crown prince anyway. He slams the pillow at the blob just one more time out of pure spite.
“Now,” Alberu smiles at the blob, seeming a hundred- a thousand times more threatening than the former commander. “May I ask for your name?”
The blob sniffs, “It's Bob.”
“I see,” Alberu nods and resists the urge to smack the Blob named Bob, “why have you brought us here?”
“Yo-you’ll be me-meeting someone!” Bob says, the blob’s energy immediately lighting up as it bounced up and down to appeal to Calle and Alberu.
Cale merely raised an eyebrow.
“They’re your fan from another universe!” It says, not exactly the correct thing to say since this only crumples Cale’s facial expression and flicked the blob away.
“Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!” the blob cried as it flew across the room. It did not receive any pity from the other people. Even the kids were ignoring it and were more curious about the ‘fans’ that they were going to meet.
“We have a fan, nya~!” Hong exclaimed.
‘You already do,’ Cale sighed and thought. After all, everyone in this room was a ‘war hero’ as the people of their world had claimed. He didn’t want to be one but his family was more than deserving to be called so. They were the ones who fought in the first line after all. He simply supported them from behind.
“Will they give us cookies, nya~?” On asked the blob, playing with it as it panicked and maneuvered away from the cat, ultimately leading to bump on a certain black dragon who pets it with curiosity.
‘We could ask hyung to give you all the cookies you want!’ Cale groaned. He really really wasn’t looking forward to meeting these fans but it seemed like they didn’t have a choice.
The only reason he’s been staying still since Choi Han, Eruhaben, Ron, and Beacrox were trying to figure out a way out of the place.
-This space is hidden in between dimensions without using magic, ancient powers, or any existing powers in our world. It seems that Bob is stronger than how he looks.
Eruhaben spoke in his mind and he nodded before calling out the blob.
“Bob,” -the blob perks up from being strangled by the kids-, “what do you want from us?” Maybe he could negotiate?
“I have received orders for the great blobs above sire!” Bob says, straightening up as he explains, “There will be guests and you all shall meet them. Don’t worry, we mean no harm! In addition, the time in your world will be slowed down, A day here will be a mere minute there.”
Cale was confused. Eruhaben had called Bob ‘stronger than he looks’ and Bob’s power seems to be capable of caging them in here as well as slowing down the time of their world yet there were ‘great blobs’ that Bob was getting orders from?
“Really sire no worries! This is no trap and I can guarantee your safety. I would be in trouble if any of you get injured and uncomfortable by my mistake.”
Cale just stared at him, eyes dead, ‘we’re already uncomfortable.’
But he shrugs and sat down, asking for food. He tells the others to keep their guards up with his eyes because as much as they were guaranteed their safety, who knows what’ll happen? The Gods tended to do whatever they like.
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RAON, ON, AND HONG
Raon, On and Hong glances at each other, wondering what they should do as the fan in front of them sobbed and cried.
“I’m sorry!” They apologized, “I just didn’t think I’d be chosen and I’d see you guys.”
On smiles, “That’s ok-”
They cried even more, “You guys are adorable! I swear I’ll hurt anyone who dares to hurt you! Thank goodness you guys are happy with your life now.”
Raon beamed, “Yes we are, Crybaby Fan! I am a great and mighty Dragon who is a grand total of 6 years old now! I can protect my human and our family from the White Star! I won’t let my human die! I am free!”
On flinched as the fan in front of them seemed to be lost in their thoughts before they wailed again.
“I’m sorry you had to go through that Roan,” they sniffed and pulled out a towel to wipe their nose, “I’ll never forgive them for that.”
‘Don’t worry kids, I’ll definitely write a fanfic where those assholes are boiled to death, roasted to death, chopped to-’
“Fan?” On looks up at the person and asks, “do you have cookies?”
Fan is pulled out from their daydream of coming up with ideas on how to torture Venion Stan, White Star, and the cat tribe with On’s hopeful eyes. Hong and Raon contributed to averting their attention too with the duo pawing at them for cookies.
“Oh, I do!” They bring out a small pouch and opens it. They then start to hold it upside down and boxes of cookies started to flow out. “These are the best-est of the best-est cookies we have in our world! Also known as cookies-made-with-love-by-me.”
The kid’s eyes light and up opens up a box quickly. As they were about to eat, they stopped.
“Hmmm?” Fan asks, confused, “what’s wrong?”
“Cale says we’re not allowed to eat something that someone we don’t know gave us…” Raon pouts and puts the cookie away, not wanting to disappoint Cale.
“He says it's dangerous nya~!” Hong says and also puts the cookies away.
‘Wouldn’t Hong just absorb the poison in the cookie though? If there are sharp things in there…I guess it’s better to be safe than sorry.’
“I see,” Fan chuckles and sees the kids’ sorry gazes, “don’t be sorry! You can still bring it, right? You can let Cale, Eruhaben-nim, Choi Han, Alberu, or anyone else check it for you.”
“We should let Goldie Gramps check it for us!” Raon’s wings open up at the idea.
“We should nya~!” hong agrees, excited at the thought of being able to eat the cookies.
Meanwhile, On nods seriously, “We can’t let Cale check this, he’s weaker than us…”
“That’s right noona!” Hong also agrees.
Fan simply watches their interaction, having their heart hit with the cuteness arrow every second. ‘Still…poor Cale even though it’s true that he's weak. Also, Cale best dad. His ‘kids’ are strong enough to survive a lot of things but he still makes sure they won’t get hurt. Good dad, good dad.’
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CHOI HAN
Choi Han was very very confused as to why the ‘fan’ in front of him was crying. He didn’t even do anything?? All he did was BREATHE for goodness sake. Why was the fan crying?!
“I’m sorry for my transgressions. I promise I’ll be a good child to my parents and I’ll-”
The said fan was also onto all types of nonsense stating that ‘they promise to live a very good life’ and ‘will no longer take things for granted' and in return, he should ‘let them live.’
He huffs, sad that he was being misunderstood for something he had no idea what.
On the other hand, Fan feels their heart still at the exhale released by Choi Han and shuts up immediately.
‘Why does he look so vicious?!’ Fan internally cries, ‘Stupid Cale- fidosnfjksdnfjkdnf! HOW COULD YOU EVER SAY THAT CHOI HAN IS A BAD ACTOR -he is, but that isn’t the point right now. HE LOOKS LIKE HE’S ABOUT TO KILL ME AND I KNOW DAMN WELL HE SIGHED BECAUSE HE’S TRYING TO CALM HIMSELF TO NOT KILL ME AND-’
“Fan?” Choi Han asks, expression still murderous and Fan was simply about to pass out.
‘THIS IS NOT A PUPPY -though he is handsome- BUT I’D LIKE NOT TO GET KILLED. I WANT TO LIVE! YOUR STORY ISN'T DONE YET TOO, I WANNA KNOW WHAT HAPPENS IN THE END.’
“Fan?” Choi Han asks with a confused expression.
An expression that Fan takes as a confirmation that Choi Han had decided to dispose of them and so, they faint.
And Choi Han panics as he sees the foam coming out of their mouth.
“Fan!!!”
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RON
Fan straightens their back, pursing their lips onto a thin line as Ron’s sharp gaze observed them. They shiver a bit, hoping that it wasn’t obvious only for their hopes to get crushed seeing Ron’s reaction.
“Ho!” Ron let out an amused laugh.
Mentally, Fan was already crying, wanting this little meet and greet to be over already. No, the reason they’re not stopping this is not because Ron is hot. No.
Honestly, Fan was exhausted. The meeting with Choi Han, in which they fainted, obviously drained their energy.
Fan lets out a little cough, shifting in their seat. Thankfully, their tears weren’t flowing out of their eyes yet. After this, they’ll never ever ever laugh at Cale for being scared of this old man again.
Fan finally glances at Ron after their eyes circled around the room as many times as Cale coughed up blood.
Ron smiled at Fan.
“Haha,” Fan chuckled, sweating profusely and looking at their fiddling hands like it was the most interesting thing in the whole universe, “haha…….”
When will this torture end?
For reference, the meeting lasts for 10 minutes.
It hasn’t been a minute and yet, all they could think off was the word ‘ESCAPE’ in bold bright red. Or maybe it was the would ‘RUN’? They weren't sure anymore. The fear was doing lots of things to their mental well-being.
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BEACROX
Was this easier than dealing with Ron?
No.
Not at all.
At least Ron wasn’t sitting like a nobleman while sharpening their greatsword. Well, technically Ron would’ve sharpened a dagger instead of a greatsword but you get the gist.
Fan sighed, both in fear for their life and admiration.
Damn it, did Beacrox have to be so…so…hot?
Fan internally cried. They were torn between leaving before they peed themselves in fear or staying and staring at Beacrox’s face for a whole ten minutes.
Hmmm…was it worth losing a hand if it was to flirt with Beacrox?
…maybe
Probably.
“Ehem,” Fan coughs and stands up, grabbing the teapot and pouring both of them tea, “I greet you, Chef Beacrox”
Beacrox raises an eyebrow and points out, “you’re pouring tea wrong.”
…
“I see,” Fan mutters before putting the teapot down, “I’m sorry, I wasn’t trained in this kind of thi-”
“Put it down,” Beacrox commanded and Fan immediately puts it down. Gently though, Beacrox would’ve gotten more agitated if they had rushed and slammed the teapot down.
He then sighs, turning the teapot to make it face the correct way it was supposed to since Fan also managed to get that wrong and says, “Watch.”
Fan doesn’t look at how Beacrox was pouring the tea and instead, focused on how Beacrox looked as he was pouring their tea.
Elegant, gentle….damn was someone concentrating this beautiful to look at?
Beacrox finishes, putting the tea back on the table. He lifts his teacup up and drinks the tea, “Drink. And after you’ve finished, pour the tea like how I taught you.”
“…huh?” Fan blinks.
“You’re not leaving here until you get it right.”
And that is how they spend the next hour together. Beacrox was increasingly frustrated yet he didn’t show it. He continued to ask for additional time just to make this fan get the tea-pouring right.
(Fan was a menace and hid the fact that they’d already learned how to pour tea within the first thirty minutes. For the next half-hour, they’d purposely made mistakes with their Cale-like talent in acting. Their fear for life washed away as soon as they saw Beacrox’s extremely handsome angry face.)
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ALBERU
Alberu gave the fan in front of him a huge dazzling smile, unknowing of the fact that just meeting him made the fan’s heart melt. Fan could die right now and they would have no regrets.
Well, maybe not getting to spend their whole 10 minutes with THE Alberu Crossman.
“You’re very handsome,” the fan blurted, out of nowhere.
Alberu choked on his tea, not expecting this kind of bluntness from anyone who isn’t Cale. He proceeds to reach for the napkins, only to be stopped by the fan who takes the napkin and offers it to him instead.
“Mhm…mhm…” he coughs as he receives the napkins and wipes his mouth with them, “I appreciate the gesture.”
Fan nods, ever-so-calm on the outside. On the inside...
‘Sht…how do I flirt with Alberu-hecking-Crossman?’
They didn’t get the chance to with Choi Han -the man was scary what did you expect?
The kids- THEY’RE KIDS!
Ron- SCARY.
With Beacrox, well, the plan certainly was successful.
And now, it leaves us with the question… How to flirt with one Alberu Crossman?
‘How about let's act just like Cale?’ They thought, very seriously, ‘I know they’re sworn brothers but I can also swear that I’ve seen couples act that way…’
Alberu simply observes the hard-thinking person in front of him. He picks up the teacup and starts a conversation, “Fan-nim, may I ask why you’re a…fan…of ours?”
Fan perks up at this, “Ah…”
‘How do I explain ‘it's fun seeing you guys misunderstand Cale every time he opens his mouth’ to him?’ They puase their thought as they remember, 'And Calebab but there's no way I'm ever telling you about that.'
“You guys are…fun?” They hesitated before stuttering, “Y’know like when you fight and even when you…don’t fight…?”
“May I ask you to elaborate?”
“Hmmm…” They flail their hands, trying to think of words, “Well uh, I want the White Start beaten to death and snap his neck, chop it off, break-”
“Mhm,” Alberu coughs.
“-right… anyways It’s fun to see Cale annoying him? I want karma to hit him at the back of his head. And it’s fun to see Cale being dragged to messes too. Messes he claims to not be a part of when in reality he’s already on a horse galloping towards the trouble at lightspeed.”
Alberu chuckles and agrees, “my dongsaeng is the trouble himself.”
“I know!” Fan’s eyes light up and Alberu is amazed to see such a being so excited to talk about them.
“I also read because it’s comforting. You guys have the ‘found family’ trope and I guess I’m just pulled right in? Like I want to be part of your family too. Where no one will judge the other and overall just so adorable and caring.”
Alberu did share the sentiment. It was nice to have a home where he wasn’t judged and was accepted for being himself. Alberu, the dark elf.
“Ah right-” Fan looks at Alberu seriously, “you better give Cale his slacker life!”
The crown prince was taken aback, “Fan-nim?”
“Yes, yes,” Fan ignores him and says to themselves, “Cale should get his slacker life. Don’t make him prime minister OR lock him up, you hear me? Lock him up and I’ll hunt you down myself.”
“I see…I won’t,” Alberu says though he doesn’t understand why they were even saying this. Of course, he won’t lock up his dongsaeng? If anyone was going to it would be Cale locking himself up saying about how ‘he’ll be a slacker’ and ‘won’t be the continent’s hero’.
“Yeah you better now,” Fan pointedly finishes, gesturing the ‘I’m watching you’ to the dark elf.
Alberu merely nods, "I'll be watching myself too."
“Oh, and your dark elf form is hotter if you’re ever wondering. I like it better too.”
Alberu chokes.
As much as he appreciated hearing that, he didn’t need to.
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ERUHABEN
Fan honestly doesn’t know what to say. When Cale said that Dragons would make Whales, who make Elves look like squid, look like squid, they honestly didn’t believe that too much.
‘I mean like-??? Can anyone literally look so much better than Paseton? Archie?? Witira?!’ Fan had internally grumbled at that time. Now, they could confidently say that they were wrong.
Wrong as in written in big fat bold golden letters with sparkle on the side.
Why?
Because the dragon in front of them right now was…
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Majestic.
Honestly, no words could ever measure this being.
Fan could 100% understand why Elves would praise this majestic specie for they were just- *chef’s kiss*. They had said earlier when meeting Alberu, that they could die and have no regrets. Well now, they could die, have no regrets, and have their soul cleansed for being in the presence of a great and mighty dragon.
“Hmm…” Eruhaben sat on the couch as he lazily checks out Fan. He tried to hide it but Fan, who was extremely sensitive when it comes to things they like, noticed this immediately and all blood rushed up to their cheeks.
They caught a glimpse of what they looked like from the mirror behind Eruhaben and quite frankly, they would put a tomato to shame.
“Tell me,” Eruhaben says, “where do you come from?”
They weren’t supposed to answer that but well, it’s not like they had some sort of a mental wall that could lessen Eruhaben’s handsome-ness impact on their brain. And so, Fan replies, “We come from some sort of higher dimension? Much higher than the divine realm in your world.”
“Mhm,” Eruhaben hums, urging Fan to continue.
“You don’t need to worry,” -Fan picks up the teacup- “we mean no harm and even if we did, we can only do nothing to you.”
“How so?”
“Ermm…” Fan hesitates, “Backlash from other fans for making you suffer? Some do enjoy angst though.”
“Angst?”
“Something extremely sad?” Fan asks, ‘Eruhaben-nim please stop. I’m too stupid for this.’
“I see,” Eruhaben pondered before leaning forward with a darkly interested expression, “so some of these ‘fans’ would like to see us suffer?”
‘…’ Fan fell silent, ‘I’m going to die.’
“Some do-” dragon fear engulfs the room, causing Fan to choke on their own saliva before managing to gather their remaining willpower, “-but most just want to read crack…I think.”
“Crack?”
“Fun ones,” Fan explains, “I like reading those too. Besides, there are really just different types of people…pleasedon’tbeangryEruhaben-nim.”
Eruhaben leans backward, now calmer despite the still-dark expression he had, “tell me everything you know.”
“I’m sorry?”
“Everything you know. Especially about us and our world.”
Fan bit their lip before pulling out their phone.
“What is that device?” Eruhaben asks, on guard in case this was some powerful device that could perhaps alter his memory or control him.
“It’s my phone,” Fan explains before inhaling as they readied themselves, “So there’s this novel called ‘Trash of the Count’s Family’ and…”
Fan ended up spending way more time with Eruhaben than they did with Beacrox. Since Bob the blob could no longer let them stay longer, their phone was given to Eruhaben. On that day, Eruhaben discovers the magnificence of a phone.
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CALE
Fan’s eyes sparkled as they stared at the great and mighty god’s messenger in front of them. They sipped the tea fast, feeling thirsty from the art masterpiece in front of them.
The red hair, eyes that look right into your soul as if they could read you like a book and understand you more than you could ever do yourself, the knowledge, pain, and comfort this man embodies was…exhilarating.
Amazing.
Spectacular.
Gorgeous.
Damn it, can they transmigrate into Trash of the Count’s Family or something? Everyone here was beautiful.
Nevermind, they’ll look like a squid compared to all these beautiful perfect beings.
‘I’d date them all,’ their eyes sparkled, unknowing of Cale’s scared thoughts. Cale had already noticed the fan’s stares and it was awfully very similar to Clopeh’s.
He felt a headache coming. And a storm too.
‘Ah, whatever,’ He sips his tea, flinching as he noticed it was lemon, ‘damnit even here? I better extort this ‘fan’ of their money while I’m here.’
“Fan-ssi,” Cale starts when he is cut off by the sparkly-eyed being.
“You want money?” Fan asks before taking out a pouch and pouring it down, revealing tons of golden coins with a mix of expensive jewels. “Here you go, you can take it all. It’s not like I can use it in my world anyway. With this, you’ll be a richer god than the God of Death and Sun God in combination.”
Cale decides to ignore the part where Fan called him a god. He also decides to take it all before freezing, ‘ah sht…how am I going to carry these all?’
“Ah, right,” Fan gathers up all the money back into the pouch and gives it to Cale, “Here you go.”
Cale sends the fan a suspicious stare which is immediately replaced by disgust. Seeing the eyes of the fan, he concluded that he’d rather deal with Clopeh than…this…not. Okay let’s be real, Clopeh’s the worst. He’ll never prefer Clopeh over anyone.
Maybe except for the White Star, who is the problem, and the God of Death, who gives him problems.
“I also gave your children cookies-”
Cale glares-
“but they refused to eat it and they said they’ll have you check it first,” Fan finishes, ‘They said they’ll have Eruhaben-nim check it but you don’t have to know that.’
Cale’s glare softens and is instead replaced by a soft proud smile.
Fan chuckles, ‘Great dad.’