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 Commissioned by @/elainabearie on twt ! 

commission sheet at: xixiriima.carrd.co

[kazuharem]

Updated: June 25, 2024

Previously: Lucult

☆ Personal:

Elaina / Ela | 25+ | English Teacher in Korea | She/her pronouns | INFP-T 9w1 | NA server, current AR: 60 | Kazuhaver, C2 CHILDE and C6 AYATO C6 ALHAITHAM MAIN 🤩| E6S1 Aventurine Main on HSR NA Server

Member of Interwoven Fates ( @interwoven-fates )

Official Genshin Twitch Streamer and playing a variety of other games Follow me on Twitter to brain rot about Childe and Aventurine with me!

Join my discord server: The Saiguu Shrine

☆ Most recent works:

❀ [Jun.25.24] - RatioRine Smut 🔞

🚫 DNI: homophobic, racist, rude to LGBTQ+ / people with mental illnesses, expose NOTSFW material to minors, hate for any character, support pe*ophilia or inc*stuous relationships

This blog is a safe space ♡

☆ Favorite Characters:

Lucien [Mr. Love Queen’s Choice]   ✧ Alhaitham, Ayato, Childe, Kazuha [Genshin Impact] ✧ Aventurine, Dr. Ratio, Jing Yuan [Honkai Star Rail] ✧ Zen & Saeran [Mystic Messenger] ✧ Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart [Ikémen Vampire]  ✧ Mo Yi / Vyn Richter, Lu Jinghe / Marius Von Hagen [Tears of Themis]

☆ About my writing:

I write for Genshin Impact, Mr. Love Queen’s Choice, Tears of Themis, and Mystic Messenger. I do anything from angst to fluff, drabbles to 20k word fics. I write for my enjoyment - please do not harass me if I enjoy writing a certain genre or character.

DO NOT REPOST MY WORKS

☆ Requests 💌: CLOSED ⇝ Please read rules before requesting~

☆ MASTERLIST

Genshin | MLQC

☆ Notable Tags:

#Ela’s Personal Asks |  #Other Things  |  #go-sleep-Ela | #Ela’s-♡s

☆ Currently working on:

✣ “I’m going to marry whoever gives me a jar of stars” (TITLE WIP) - An angsty two parter (2 fics with same prologue) with Kaeya and Diluc. Themes: childhood friends, unrequited love, choose-your-ending [Genshin]

✣ Witch Hunter!AU Diluc - in collaboration with @tartagilicious​ [Genshin]

[tartagilicious]

It's WIP time! Post a WIP you're currently working on and send this to 10 other artists/writers! 🥰

skdjfkhl brain go brr brr

did these WIP asks I got make me start writing? maybe 😳 @dtsugabby @otomecooties , thank you for also tagging me/sending me an ask <3

1. your faith in me // shaw:

- In your reflection, mascara decorates your face like a modern painting. It’s a miserable visage staring back at you --  your hair and clothes are mussed, and your eyes seem to dabble in a palette that only brings out the worst of your day. Washing your hands lazily to pass the time, you use excess water to clear the skin under your eyes. 

They often say that the eyes are the window to the soul, never able to hide true ambitions or emotions, and you had never understood that saying so well before this moment. Things have piled up, they’ve gotten unbearable, but a silent reminder of the man sitting outside the door still manages to ease something in you.

2. ’til death do us part // victor:

- Familiar hospital tiles lie under your battered shoes, but the dirt lining the soles doesn’t taint it. Even as you place your hands down to steady yourself, the places that should’ve marked your existence are left vacant of change.

Only your hesitance and fear remains in that moment, accompanied by the strange aftertaste of spiked cider that begins to recount the night in pieces for you.

3. in this corner of the world // lucien: (this takes place in s2, that’s why it might seem ooc ;;)

- “You didn’t have to do that.” You don’t meet the man’s gaze as you eye the wound adorning his arm, already thinking of the damages it would’ve caused if left unattended. “I can handle myself.”

If you hadn’t offered to help, it’s likely that his circumstances wouldn’t have ended well. 

“I know,” Lucien responds as if it’s an easy concept, smile infuriatingly calm. “I only can’t help wanting to protect you.”

Even in this world, he can hardly be bothered to change. 

[otonymous]

Hello! Just wanted to pop in and say that I absolutely love reading your work! (I live for the angst even though it hurts 😅) You’re one of my favorite writers! Your Luci fics are amazing and they hurt so good! Also, this is long overdue, but thank you for accepting my friend request in the game (feels like I’ve befriended a celebrity! 💜💜) Can we cry about Lucien together?

Hello dearest @elainabearie!

How incredibly sweet are you?  Thank you so much for your kind words 💜🥰 I really appreciate all your support!  And a big thanks to YOU for sending me the request in the first place!  

Also, you totally flatter me, my friend!  I am definitely no celebrity, just your friendly neighbourhood smut peddler 🤣. Please feel free to cry about Lucien anytime with me - it’s one of my favourite hobbies LOL!  Speak of the devil, here he comes now to give us a shot of his love (cheesy, I know...I couldn’t help myself LOL) 💖💖💖

[areswhy]

why... ares... why???

“Ares is not completely Lucien, nor is Lucien completely Ares. Everyone has a dark side” -  from @elainabearie ‘s Lucien Fic. Go read it here. THE FEELSS

[otonymous]

Thank you so much @lin-ful​ and @elainabearie​ for the fun tag! 🥰 I love these picrew memes!  Here’s mine:

Tagging: anyone else who’d like to play!  It’s lots of fun! 💖

Thank you so much tagging me @callmeasyouwantidk!

Let’s smile for the camera!

Here is the link for this picrew.

Tagging: @nobodysperfect2133, @mike-remington-hanson, @louiserandom, @crystallized-shadow, @lemongrass-and-cedarwood, @hellbubu, @fleventes, @cocxine-dopxmine, @galaxyphoenix, @takuunamii, @banimikyu, @akimurachang and anyone else who wants to do this!

[exotic-bana-laina]

I do, Zen, I really wanna ask you.... (╥﹏╥) but I'm not on your route 💔 Man... I feel so guilty moving on from Zen's route 😭 Zen, I'll always love you, okay! Muah!

[cyberbunny2k]

Happy birthday, @elainabearie! ♡

This is my birthday offering to the G.O.A.T. and the commander for the Lucien defense squad ✨She always does god’s work by feeding me Gavin content and sacrificing her wallet for our server despite also whaling in-game 🥺 I hope we have many more fun experiences together going forward and you have a wonderful birthday~

WARNING! THESE ARE ALL EDITED BY ME. THEY ARE NOT THE REAL THING!

Okay but the story behind these karma swap edits is because Ela and Icy were sad about Lucien having no kiss karmas and how his karmas are not spicy enough so what did I do? Stick Lucien’s face onto Victor’s spicy karmas because Victor has all the spicy ones ✨

[attackonmyself]

IMPORTANT UPDATES

Hi everyone!!

Whew, 2020 has been a year. I hope you’re doing as well as you can be and are heading into the new year with lots of hope. 

I know I don’t have as many followers as other blogs, but I’m honestly astounded I have as many as I do. Truly. Thank you to all of you; anyone who has said a kind word, left a like or reblog, anything. 

I just wanted to share a little bit about my absence here. I’m still rather young (though I am a legal adult), and in a pivotal point in my life. I’ve also struggled with many mental health issues, and this semester I’ve been on a medical leave from college for that as well as some physical health issues. I’m trying to do my best to invest in myself, for once, and give myself the care I’ve been sorely lacking. These past few months have been ones of hardships, high emotions, and breakdowns, but also of growth, healing, and the return of hope to my life. 

While I am a die-hard fangirl, and have recently started to tackle my love-hate relationship with writing as well (thanks to @lia-jones​ for encouraging me and giving me the push I needed to start that journey, as well as for many other things I will mention in a bit), I have decided that I need to put myself and my well-being first and foremost over any content here. This does not mean I am deactivating, going on hiatus, or anything like that. I’m simply going to be prioritizing healthy habits over tumblr and writing. 

I do feel bad for kind of dropping off the map, and want to offer some apologies.

To the anon that sent me the BPD request: it’s still on my list and in the works! So sorry it’s taking me so long to write it. I haven’t forgotten it!!

To @elainabearie​, @areswhy​, and anyone else who has tagged or mentioned me: thank you so much for interacting with me and I’m so sorry I haven’t responded!! I will me getting around to all the tag games super soon, no matter how old they are. You guys are so sweet.

To @lia-jones​: I have been so unbelievably lucky to meet you. I consider you one of my closest friends and I enjoy every moment spent with you. I cannot thank you enough for everything you’ve done for me. You’re a light in my dark times, and such a beautiful and amazing person. 

Ok, now some housekeeping. 

First off, everyone go check out Lia’s work!!! @aim170​ has a super amazing post on it here with links. Seriously you guys, big things coming up in the series and I can’t wait to see what you all think. I think I can candidly say you all have no idea where it’s gonna go, so stick around to find out, and give Lia all your support and love because she so deserves it!

Second, my work. My current goal is to get my side chapter to Lia’s universe (the Goldman one) up as soon as possible. I’m thinking before Friday afternoon, because I start my new job then. I have a few other WIPs in the works, but I can’t guarantee when I will be posting any of them. I’m going to be pretty busy until the end of the year, but am going to try my best to get them up before then, as I go back to school remotely next semester.

Third, a question. Would you guys prefer that I keep my content as mostly reblogs and occasional writing, or that I add in some personal stuff too? I’m not gonna be offended either way, just genuinely curious. 

Fourth, tags. I was really good about tagging my stuff, but have been terrible as of late. I hope to before the end of the year completely revamp my tagging system so everything is categorized. Sorry about the mess. 

If you’ve made it to the end, thank you for reading. Stay safe, and I hope you have a happy holiday season no matter how or if you celebrate this time of year!

Much love,

E

[cuddletime-blog]

5 Nice Things About Me:

1. I cherish my friends.

2. I am working on becoming a better listener.

3. I try to be supportive or encouraging because the world needs more caring people.

4. I've been told I have a nice smile so I will try to smile more often.

5. I like to write and help others feel better through my writings. (I also like to cheer myself up by writing about how I feel or what I enjoy.)

@redheadkittys @redqueenschoice @black-queen @lia-jones @elainabearie @lunaaka @belovedstill @mrlovelucienschoice @playmlqc @playheej

[supermyeon22]

I got this from @elainabearie 👀

5 nice things about myself. The truth is that I haven't paid much attention lately but let's see:

1. I work hard: I am very persistent and I am one of those who thinks that with hard work you get good things.

2. I like to cook: I really like to cook, especially desserts and people like my cooking. That makes me feel good

3. I consider myself an excellent professional: I like to treat my patients and make them feel close to me, that makes them more responsible with their treatments. I like to think that thanks to being close to them, they give their best effort.

4. I consider myself a good daughter: I don't have any children but I am very concerned about my parents' well-being

5. I am a faithful and loyal friend: I have very few friends I suppose because of my extremely shy personality, but if you are among my friends be assured that I will do everything I can for you. I will be there for you and I will be your most faithful friend.

[kazuharem]

ATTENTION!! 😛 Blog Name Change

Hello dear followers! It has been quite a while, but I am most definitely back!

I have changed the name of my blog and now I am Lucult. Previously, I went by “elainabearie” as it is the handle for all my social media.

The Church of Lucien is open to every Lucultist out there. In this establishment, we worship our lord and savior, Lucien. We believe in Ares Supremacy. We are open to all 💖

Please stay tuned for my works that are in the making!

In this house, we respect the SMORK

[tartagilicious]

[CN] Lucien’s Birthday Event R&S

💌 see Lucien’s birthday date, which this rumour and secrets is connected to, here!

💌 also, a huge thanks to @elainabearie for providing me with screenshots of the event, because my gems really said no <3

[event story:] It’s a warm and sunny afternoon. I looked at the heavy package in my hands and carefully opened it. Inside the three-layer packaging, there is a book that looks as if it’s been in use for several years. 

MC: Great, it seems that there was nothing wrong with the transportation.

Xu Mo’s birthday is coming soon. I thought about it, and decided that I would give him a meaningful out-of-print book this year. After visiting the major bookstores in Loveland, it was quite easy for me to find even this out-of-print book. Unfortunately, however, due to the age, the condition and storage of the books was not very proper. When the book arrived in my hands, it was already a bit damaged.

So, in addition to the book itself, I also bought glue for repairing the pages of the book and thread for binding the cover. After patching it up, I plan to give it to Xu Mo. Because I worried I couldn’t patch up the book correctly, though, I also practiced on spare paper for a long time.

I breathed a sigh of relief. Today is the day of the real endeavour, but I just hope that my hands can keep up with my brain. I need to prepare the gift perfectly for him.

I slowly opened the spine of the book attentively. Just as I was about to begin cleaning up the pages, a loud beating sounded abruptly.

MC: Who would come at this time…

Hastily, I pack up the repair utensils on the table that I had just opened. A gentle and familiar voice then entered the room; the one that I was most familiar with.

Xu Mo: When you hadn’t opened the door for a while, I was worried that I’d knocked at a bad time.

Those deep black eyes looked at me with a smile. It’s softer than the setting sun in the late afternoon.

MC: It’s nothing, I’m here.

I spoke and turned my head halfway, ready to invite Xu Mo into the house. Halfway through the conversation, though, it suddenly occurred to me that the birthday surprise for him was still lying on the table.

MC: Well… you came to me so suddenly, is there something wrong?

I changed the subject, trying to block the doorway discreetly.

Xu Mo’s eyes turned a little playfully to my face and back to the living room. Obviously, it was the look of someone who knew I was hiding something, but he still followed me up with a reply.

Xu Mo: By chance, my company got two tickets for the exhibition. I thought it may help you accumulate program material, so I just wanted to invite this producer.

Xu Mo: But it seems you aren’t free today? The time of this exhibition is very long, but you can come to me whenever you’re free.

Not giving me time to answer, Xu Mo put one of the tickets in my hand. After I took it, he walked back towards his own home. Before entering, Xu Mo turned his head and looked at me again, smiled and added something.

Xu Mo: And also, although I don’t know what you’re doing, I wish you success.

Sitting back at the desk again, I looked at the book that needed to be repaired, and the sound of Xu Mo’s last words seemed to linger in my ears. If the book is fixed and given to him, he’ll still be happy with the result, right?

Bringing a gift of human affection will definitely reap a smile from his heart, right?

Thinking of ths, I continued the restoration work more carefully.

----

CHAPTER ONE:

“Hey, kid, tomorrow is a new day, let’s continue to compete!”

“I know, see you tomorrow brother Zihang.”

The boy waved his hand to the tall man politely, then turned around and sighed slightly. It’s not that he doesn’t want to compete with this foolish policeman who’s worried about chess, but this is after the 587th challenge statement he’s heard. Before he knew it, this time of waiting for his parents to return home after school gradually became his daily routine. Even if he had yet to find the vocabulary to define his mood, it makes school time unexpectedly brisk.

“Would you like to have potato roasted ribs tonight?”

“Sure.” The boy said as he put his changed shoes into the shoe cabinet properly. Carrying a small school bag, he turned around and walked towards the bookcase in the living room. Dad finally couldn’t help but stop him.

“Were you unhappy at school today?”

The boy turned around and shook his head suspiciously. He pursed his lips. For a while, he didn’t know why Dad wanted to do this, but soon, he found the answer. Maybe it was because he had heard the sigh just now.

“I’m happy. The teacher and classmates are very nice.” He paused. “Brother Zihang still can’t make any progress in chess. Obviously I’ve secretly given in.”

A warm touch covered the top of his head. Dad squatted down and gently rubbed the head of his little genius. The corners of his mouth had already lifted considerably, and he made no secret of it.

“Then it seems that you can only show him more openly next time!”

The boy blinked, and he couldn’t help but smile when he saw his father joking so seriously.

Half an hour later, a familiar concerto sounded from the kitchen.

“It seems a bit salty, can you try it?”

“It’s not salty, but it does need to be processed. You put it here, I’ll do it.”

“Obviously it’s salty… you lied to me. But, I really followed the steps written above. Could it be the quality unit of the excipients?”

“Yeah, I guess so.” The man’s tone seems undoubtedly like a rigorous experiment report can be produced in the next second to verify it.

“You go with your son.” He said, deliberately lowering his voice. “It’s rare that we are at home. Don’t crowd the kitchen.”

The boy who hid by the doorway with his ear keenly adjusted reacted immediately. He hastily slipped back to the seat beside the dining table before Mom came out, and rearranged to read his book seriously.

For the boy, ordinary daily life like this is extremely precious. So, at the happy dinner, he hesitated for a long while. He had a problem that had been bothering him lately.

“Dad, what is the law of conservation of energy?” He raised his head to look at his father and added crossly. “I have worked with a teacher, but she said this question will be answered when i grow up… I don’t quite understand. Is the answer related to my age?”

“The law of conservation of energy. The change in the total energy of a system can only be equal to the amount of energy transferred into our out of the system. Energy is rather a measure of the movement of matter.”

“This is one of the most basic rules of this world.”

Dad said this as he put a piece of ribs into the boy’s bowl. The tone naturally seemed to be answering an ordinary question, but the boy stared at the ribs, and his pretty little face twisted together unconsciously.

“I think the teacher said that because she hopes you can find the answer yourself when you grow up. But she may not know you well. My son might find the answer soon.”

“Really?”

“Of course. When has Dad ever fooled you? So, eat first.” Dad beckoned and scratched the boy’s nose. He then picked up another piece of meat and put it in his wife’s bowl and started eating.

CHAPTER TWO:

The boy is always curious about the puzzles of the world. For example, why is the sky blue? What are the floating clouds? Why are people on the ground and why are fish in the water? He is interested in answering too many questions. The fields involved are quite different but have subtle similarities. These “secret questions” seem to be hard to get answers for all at once.

But, the boy never had a boring process in finding answers. He likes the moment very much. For example, now-- In the study, the boy was sitting on a small ladder, looking through a thick professional book. He tried to find out more about these “rules of the world” his father had spoken of.

But this question really is too difficult.

Looking at the complicated patterns and uncommon characters that keep jumping in his eyes, the boy lowered his head, somewhat discouraged. The sound of the minute hand ticking can be heard in the silent room. Moonlight sheds down the skylight, stars of light and shadow gathered around the boy’s feet.

Still, he should try to look for it again. He pouted while thinking like this, and exhaled as if to cheer himself up. He jumped off the ladder and then raised his head to look up at the giant bookshelf in front of him again. Slightly squinted eyes quickly lit up, and he pushed the little ladder under the shelf next to him.

Securing it carefully, he shook it cautiously to determine its stability. Then, he nodded contentedly, leaning on both sides of it to climb up blatantly level by level.

The study had always been his favourite place at home. Whether it was sitting on the ground and looking up at the densely packed bookshelves that were too tall for him, or like it was now, standing high and looking over the same silent room.

Here is his secret place where no one will bother him, and his treasure-trove for finding answers. It’s like his channel for getting to know the world. There seems to be an infinite amount of knowledge waiting for him here; waiting for him to walk in; waiting for his recognition.

“Found it!”

With excitement, the boy drew out a book of some ancient purpose from the depth of the shelf. Gently brushing the dust from the cover, he then blew carefully. It wafted up into his nose and he coughed a few times before he raised his little hand up to wave the dust in front of him away.

He climbed down the ladder holding the “treasure” he had finally found. He placed it carefully on the ground and bought a thick English-English dictionary from where he was just sitting. The boy took a deep breath, and when he was about to begin the big job, there was a slight creaking noise coming from the door before a gentle knock.

“Mom, can I read a bit longer? I finally found this book.” The boy glanced at the clock on the wall and looked at his mother aggrievedly. “One more hour will be fine.”

Mom didn’t speak,and beckoned to turn on the light in the study. Then, she took a few steps closer and bent down to spread a blanket out in his arms. The familiar temperature gently wraps him, and mom smiles and curls her long finger to hook with the boy’s little one.

“That’s a deal.”

“Ok!”

CHAPTER THREE:

In the middle of the night, the boy stared at the faintly fluorescent “Milky Way” on his ceiling, and did not sleep. He felt that his brain was traveling to outer space. After tossing for a long time, he fetched the secretly hidden book from under the pillow, and took a small flashlight from the deeper part before settling back under the quilt.

The beam of light instantly lit up the small space in the dark, and circled a quiet little world that belonged to no one but the little boy.

“Can Mom come in?”

The question sounded as if spanning time and space.

The boy embarrassedly emerged from the quilt, and sullenly responded. He put the closed book and flashlight on the bedside table obediently.

Should he take the initiative and admit his mistakes? After all, his parents have never allowed him to bring books into the bedroom, let alone peek at them and get caught doing so.

“Mom, I…”

“If you can’t fall asleep, Mom will continue to tell you the bedtime story that I didn’t finish last time.”

The boy finally summoned the courage and pursed his lips. He raised his head to meet his mother’s eyes somewhat inconceivably, doubt flashing in his black eyes.

“I’m almost 6 years old.”

“Aren’t you not there yet? Listen and see, maybe the story of your mother can let your disobedient brain cells find their way home.” Mom said, knocking his little head mysteriously.

“Okay..”

Although psychologically repelling his parents to regard him himself as a child, he honestly approached his mother’s open arms. The faint woody scent wrapped him, and he took a heavy breath of his favourite smell.

“Then he said again: I thought I had a unique flower, but all I have is an ordinary flower. This flower, plus three volcanoes as high as my knees, and one of them has been extinguished forever. All of this won’t make me a great prince. So he laid in the grass and wept.” Mom’s voice lingered in his ears, sweet and soft, and seemed to be slightly different from her voice when she was preparing for a report, but still felt very good at any of those moments.

The boy did not speak, he was actually a little sleepy, and listening to the story, he had new questions that could not be answered. But he ended up not asking, because it seemed to have been a long time since he last heard his mother tell him a bedtime story like this.

He doesn’t care about the follow-up of the story, he just wants to make this moment last longer. Thinking about this, he moved closer into the embrace that held him.

Perhaps sensing the boy’s rare silence, his mother took the initiative to stop, smoothed the messy hair on top of his head, and suddenly asked, “Is there anything you want for your birthday the day after tomorrow?”

“Any gift is fine?” He blinked, looking at his mother expectantly as she nodded, and could barely wait to say, “Then I want an answer to the rules of this world.”

He regretted it as soon as he spoke. After all, he had promised his father only hours ago that he would find the answer to the question himself. So, he hurriedly changed the subject.

“Mom, in this story you’re telling me, will love help?”

“To be precise, love can be an answer.”

“Then ‘love’ will abide by the rules of this world?”

Mom smiled helplessly and stroked his head.

“You have to look for the answer to this problem yourself, okay? Your little head is being worked too hard, let it relax,” She paused, “Mom sometimes selfishly hopes that you can… be more naive.”

“It’s not like asking you to do age-appropriate things, I just hope that you don’t lock yourself up in a scientific manner and have the opportunity to see the world in different ways. You should know that the answers to many questions in this world are not through equations.”

As she raised her hand, she booped the boy’s mouth, nose, eyes, and ears, and then took his hand and put it over his left chest.

“Goodnight, my little prince.”

CHAPTER FOUR:

That night, the boy slept very deeply. The world in his dream was like a colourless planet, quietly waiting for him to fill it in. He walked in the endless universe until a dazzling spot of light appeared before his eyes.

The morning sunlight jumped over his eyelids, and the melodious trumpet slowly penetrated his ears. The boy rubbed his sleepy eyes and sat up in the bed. He remembered this melody, which seemed to be a fragment from the second movement of the Symphony from the New World.

He folded his quilt, opened the curtains, and opened a small slit in the window. There was already a noticeable coldness in the November air.

Through the balcony, flying gold osmanthus dotted the entire hillside. The autumn sun seems to have a special temperature and magic power, giving everything a warm golden edge.

Dad’s figure appeared on some distant mountain top observation deck, and the silver trumpet gleamed in the dawn. This is one of his many hobbies. Especially when something is worth celebrating, he will play a few songs. Even the flowers and plants in the flower beds that have just been watered will seem to be listening to this melody.

The boy’s mood couldn’t help but jump up.  After a brief wash, he ran straight to the top of the mountain. The approaching trumpet sound was like the background of his running, becoming a special mini recital in his head.

After the end of the song, the boy just arrived near the viewing platform, and his father turned around to bow.

“You got up so early. I guess yesterday’s question now has an answer?”

The boy shook his head honestly. Dad smiled and beckoned him over without any surprise, then put the trumpet into his hand and raised his chin. “Want to try?”

The city he overlooked seems to have just woken up, and the scent of fresh grass fills the air. The boy looked at the trumpet in his hand and tilted his head in thought. He recalled the appearance of his father playing the trumpet, trying to put the trumpet to his lips, and took a hard breath.

The surroundings were quiet as if nothing had happened. The boy looked at the trumpet in shock and tried it again, but it was still as silent as ever. Seeing his son’s red face, his father laughed.

“It seems even young geniuses have things they aren’t good at. Come, prove your learning ability!”

Dad patiently guided the boy, from how to blow into the trumpet to the frequencies of breathing. He didn’t deliberately avoid obscure  professional vocabulary, but when the noticed the boy had some doubts, he would explain two more sentences for that part.

Time seemed to slow down then, quietly hovering between father and son. Finally, the boy successfully sounded the trumpet. The sound was bright and crisp, as if it could directly penetrate the night before dawn.

“The trumpet is a musical instrument that can emit a loud sound or use the strength of the airflow to make a gentle sound.” Dad took the silver trumpet from the boy’s hand back. “Many people have some inherent ideas about things. People who don’t understand certain things will make one-sided judgements casually.”

“There are many casual people in the world. They think that the many rules are what people say, so they gradually become a part of the rules.

Dad put his mouth to the trumpet again. “They never know that even an ordinary trumpet can contain the secrets of the entire universe. Find the answer in your own way, even if you question it, it doesn’t matter.”

The high-pitched trumpet accompanied the distant sun slowly rising, illuminating the quiet land.

CHAPTER FIVE:

The sunrise on Friday seemed to arrive with blessings. After school, the boy sped up his normal pace going home, not looking forward to his birthday, but knowing that his parents rarely took time off to prepare dinner at home.

After the family of three happily feasted, Mom sang a birthday song and brought out a cake. He had never liked sweets, so according to the usual practice, only the step of making a wish was left. The boy sat upright, and when he was about to close his eyes, his father opened his mouth suddenly.

“How about dad teaches you a special way to make a wish this year?”

He looked up at his dad’s face softened by the candlelight, and nodded in cooperation. Maybe this is the habit of scientists, creating new ways to do things all the time. He thought so.

“Let’s make wishes with our eyes open in the future. Tell your wishes to your heart, but use your eyes to record everything that’s happening on this day. Because today is a particularly beautiful day, those who accompany you on this day are also beautiful.”

“Yes, now it’s me and your mother, but there will be others who love you in the future. You must keep that in mind.”

Dad fixed his glasses, his tone very serious. As if affected by such emotions, the boy also nodded vigorously. He looked at the candlelight swaying in front of him and silently drew a small wish from his heart.

I hope I can grow up soon, learn more knowledge, and become as knowledgeable as my parents. I hope that the research that mom and dad are doing goes well. It would be better if their work made them a little less busy. I hope that today next year, we can be together as a family.

The candlelight was against the boy’s shining eyes, and there was a sudden sticky touch to his cheeks. The moment the boy raised his head in astonishment, another source of light flashed, and his mother poked out her head from a camera triumphantly.

“A successful capture!”

His father beside him gave a thumbs-up of affirmation, the cream of the cake still on his fingertips.

“.....”

Occasionally when these similar situations happen, the boy will wonder about the authenticity of his parents’ occupations.

The moon quietly climbed up in the night sky, and the boy observed that his father would look out of the window from time to time after night fell. Finally, he walked towards him with a smile, and with a mysterious expression, he pulled him out into the yard.

The wind blew the small blue and white flags with the leaves, bringing out a hint of autumn. Dad took off his white coat and put it on the little boy casually. A large astronomical telescope was placed in a part of the yard, and the boy suddenly had a guess in his heart.

“Even if the birthday gift a kid wants isn’t ‘cute’ at all, a good dad still has to work hard to satisfy his wish. So -- this is the birthday gift that mom and I will give you. Happy Birthday!”

The boy turned his head to look at his mother who was leaning against the door. She shoved her shawl together and blinked at him. He couldn’t help but sigh again, but his heart was warm.

Dad adjusted the telescope to a suitable height, and even praised the boy for growing taller again. Through the binoculars, he clearly saw the universe.

“There are so many huge and unknown secrets in the universe we live in. Your mother and I are honoured to be the ones who explore and study it.”

“Then, can I be the same as you?”

“Of course. So, what dad is trying to tell you is that the world is big, but also very, very small. Don’t stop and stay where you are because of something unknown, and move forward with questions. Go, and one day, you will find the answer.”

The boy looked away from the telescope, looked at his parents who were always watching over him, and then looked up at the vast expanse of the night sky.

The galaxy just within reach has now become a distant point.

He was lost in thought. After a moment, he raised his head, and there seemed to be a flash of light in his eyes.

“I think I know, what is the answer to the rules of this world? Mom and dad, you can listen to me, right?”

CHAPTER SIX:

In the study, the fireplace flickered and made crackling noises.

In Einstein’s special theory of relativity, as a component of the four dimensional momentum, energy is conserved in any closed system, and when observed in any interior system, time changes. The length of the vector is the static mass of a single mass point, and will also be conserved.

The boy knelt on the ground holding a piece of chalk, surrounded by books, dictionaries, calculation papers and tools that he had been reading these days. His parents surrounded him, and by his side, they patiently watched the formula and reasonings he wrote down stroke by stroke.

“But the book says, for physical theories in flat space-time, since quantum mechanics allows for short-term non-conservation, energy conservation is not observed in quantum mechanics.” The boy frowned, but the chalk in his hand did not stop. It seemed that the entire universe was paved in front of him, and he tried his best to use those jerky and unfamiliar words to know and break down the door separating him from the answer he needed.

In fact, there are still many things he doesn’t understand. In such a short period of time, he really couldn’t cross those unknown letters and equations to get those answers. However, he did not intend to admit defeat. He has his own views on this world.

“To sum it up, the rule of the world is that it may only have a rule within a certain period of time, but it may appear as more cognition, and new rules will appear.

The rules of this world will always be broken.

After he finished speaking, he pushed the slightly large glasses up the bridge of his nose like his father. Dad frowned, thinking about the rationality of this reason. After a moment, he nodded thoughtfully:

“It’s a really interesting theory.”

The boy did not show a hint of a smile, and dad’s conversation turned.

“It’s just your idea, I'm afraid it’s challenging Einstein.”

The small head that was originally straight couldn’t help but deflate, like a ball that had leaked a bit of air.

“But then again…” The boy’s eyes lit up.

“It is worthy of recognition and encouragement. Keep going.” Dad patted him on the shoulder approvingly. “Unexpectedly, my son now has the potential to discover new things and world truths. It seems that becoming a great scientist is just around the corner! But for now, let’s be a happy birthday kid.” He said this and rubbed the top of the boy’s head vigorously.

“Six years old is no longer a child.” The boy whispered. “

“Then this big kid can’t tell his dad what the wish he made was?” “No, the birthday wish won’t come true.”

“Haha, you seem like quite an ordinary kid in this moment.”

“....”

“My wish is to know the same knowledge as my parents, so that I can learn about the world with you.”

The boy’s sudden opening stunned his parents for a moment.

Mom didn’t speak, but took the boy in her arms with satisfaction. Dad raised his chin pretending, looked at the boy carefully, and put on an expression saying ‘this is a bit difficult’.

“This wish is quite big. Hey, why did you say it? It’ll be even harder to realise now.”

It seems that he felt his wife’s speechless gaze, and the man finally took off his permorative mask and laughed.

“But I’m not wrong. It’s really not easy to realise that wish. Because I will move forward too. By this time next year, not only will you have grown one year, but I will have as well. I understand that you’ll have more knowledge than now, but your father is already a more educated old man.”

“But I can catch up faster than you can learn.”

“Then what we’re facing now is the dilemma of catching up.”

The mother who has not spoken picked up a scattered piece of chalk and wrote on the ground, saying, “Assuming that the amount of knowledge is composed of a fixed increase in the learning rate of the previous year, and an additional increase in the learning rate this year, dad’s knowledge amount is 290 times the amount of yours.”

"His learning rate also increases at a constant rate of 6 units per year. But dad will start declining in 10 years, and his learning speed will decrease by 2 units year to year on the basis of constant growth. Your initial learning speed is 1/30 of dad, but it will increase at a constant rate. So, there’s one question, how long do you need to catch up with dad in the future?”

The boy opened his mouth, but had no answer.

Dad looked at the formula on the ground and frowned slightly. After a brief silence, he seemed to have calculated the answer, and took a breath before rubbing his hands. “It turned out to be faster than I thought. It seems that I can’t be too slack! But before time can give an answer, let's make an appointment at this time of your birthday next year, and we’ll come back!”

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Happy Fanfic Writer Appreciation Day 2020! 📝💖

A GIANT thank you to all the lovely people who have tagged me today for Fanfic Writer Appreciation Day! @elainabearie​ @juminly​ @sweetlittlemouse​ @truth-be-told-im-lying​ you all rock and I’m sending lots of love your way! 💕��

I’d also like to extend my sincerest gratitude to each and every fanfic writer in the fandoms of which I’m a part of.  You are ALL superheroes for putting in the time, effort and most of all, heart, into each and every piece that you write, whether it’s a multichapter fic, one-shot, drabble, headcanon, incorrect quotes, etc.  Thank you so much for keeping our fandoms going and helping to build such a strong and supportive community.

Please accept the following edits that I made as a token of my appreciation (and because I have too much time on my hands LOL).

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I finally finished my Hunhan fic after THREE FRIGGIN YEARS! I am so sorry! (╥﹏╥) But it’s complete now so go ahead and read it and comment and let me know your thoughts~ TYTY

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