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[CN] MLQC’s Lucien Reunion Date English Translation

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️

This post contains a detailed spoiler for a date that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

Lucien’s 2023 CN Birthday Event (The New World)✧ Birthday Story | Birthday Prologue | Birthday Date (You're here!) | ASMR | Birthday Party

It turns out that on a day like this, I'm allowed to have both loneliness and warmth at the same time.

Translation under the cut~

Special thanks to @/ivioivioivi for helping me translate some sentences. I am really thankful that you replied to my messages even in odd hours :"D.

[T/N: I don't want to break the flow, so I'll say it now. You need to at least read Lucien's 3rd birthday date and phone call (Looking Back Date+ Saplings of Love Phone Call) first to understand half of the date. It's even better if you've read all of his birthday dates and birthday R&S/stories. YEARS worth of build-up pays off wonderfully and painfully on this date :". Some non-birthday dates that get referenced/I think are important to understand his growth are:

Standstill date (I forgot the official EN localization of this date, so here is the fan translation ver of it. The 'old game' in this Reunion Date is a reference to this date).

Wild Luxury Date (not a direct reference, but MC's idea to book a B&B for his birthday can be traced back to them going to a wild luxury hotel LOL. Because of the 'memorable things' that happened here, they've been exploring many kinds of hotels ever since then.

Tidying-up date (The date dives deep into how Lucien dealt with his pain and grief- that is, by trying to abandon them because he didn't know any better, there's no time to slow down and properly deal with it :". But because of the 'complex feeling' (that he FINALLY got to understand in Reunion Date) he's unable to do so.

Also, a casual reminder that his birthday is also his parents' death anniversary since they got into a car accident during his 7th birthday- it'll come into play on this date ;).

ANYWAY, this date is such a TREAT for ppl who have been liking him for years and watching him grow slowly.

[Subtitled Video Ver - TURN ON CC]

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VERY recommended to follow along with the voice acting for a more complete experience! It's just that he never sounded this vulnerable before :"". And BGM choice is really superb hhhh. I don't expect them to use that angsty BGM from last anniv.

[Transcript Ver]

I'm looking at the phone screen with one minute left on the countdown and placing the candle into the cupcake I secretly baked in the evening.

MC: 51, 52, 53......

I silently count the time, and at the last second, I push Lucien's study door open and turn off the lights.

MC: Happy birthday to you~

MC: Happy birthday to Professor Lucien, the smartest professor in the world~

The dim candlelight gently illuminates Lucien, who is sitting at the desk. He seems stunned for a moment, but soon, a joyful smile fills his eyes.

Lucien: So, the idea of celebrating my birthday at a B&B was just part of your surprise.

MC: I can't have you guessing everything. I still need to prepare some unexpected surprises for the birthday boy.

It's rare that Lucien doesn't have to go on a business trip this year, and there are no additional work assignments at the institute.

So, I booked a B&B in advance, taking two days off together. We'll celebrate his birthday while enjoying a brief vacation.

I smile and place the cupcake on the table, brushing away the strands of hair that hang in front of his eyes.

MC: And since we're both on vacation, every second from now on is worth celebrating.

MC: So, it's now a special midnight blessing time~

Lucien: [chuckles] And what blessing are you going to give me?

He wraps his arm around my waist, allowing me to sit on his lap.

His deep pupils dive into the depths of my eyes along our pressed foreheads, and even our breaths become intimate.

MC: Hmm... Midnight blessings mark the beginning of your birthday, so I'll start by wishing you... to be yourself on this day.

His pupils briefly contract, and it seems like even his breath has slowed down a bit.

MC: Usually, we often do things we don't particularly like for various reasons.

MC: Whether it's playing a role or fulfilling responsibilities, life is often filled with many “have to's”.

MC: But the privilege of a birthday means that today, you are the most important person in the world.

MC: So, on this day, do everything you want to do and be as comfortable as you can be.

MC: That's my midnight blessing.

The candlelight light is long, silently enveloping both of us and turning this small space into the whole world.

Lucien: (whispers hoarsely) Then I'll accept it.

His warm breath touches my lips, lingering into the first long trailing note of a wish.

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After he blows out the candle and finishes the cake, I follow his wish and nestle into Lucien's embrace.

I occasionally use my gaze to trace his face. Although I don't know what he's busy with, I'm happy to spend every moment with him.

Spending it in silence is fine too.

Lucien: Several student papers that I was helping to mentor were sent over just in time. I'll finish them quickly.

MC: Take your time reading them~ This way, I'm also absorbing the essence of wisdom.

He arches his eyebrows, leans against my head, and then shifts his gaze back to the screen.

The mouse wheel sound bears witness to the continuously flipped text, and suddenly, I detect a brief moment of silence.

Lucien appears to have no reaction. His gaze is lingering and seems to have also frozen in this moment.

Did he encounter any problems?

I tilt my head and find the cursor paused beside a cited reference, flickering silently.

An obscure and minuscule string of English appears in the lower corner, with only "1996.98~99" discernible.

Lucien: MC.

MC: Lucien?

Our simultaneous saying left me momentarily stunned, and he seemed to be surprised as well. The hold around my waist tightened imperceptibly.

MC: What's wrong?

Lucien: (tenderly) Nothing, I just wanted to call your name.

Lucien: In order to give you my undivided time for the next two days, I just need a little more time.

Lucien: (softly) You go ahead and sleep.

MC: (smiles) Don't stay up too late then.

With a familiar warmth beside me, I don't say much. I simply raise my head and lightly peck his lips, only to realize that he hasn't let go of my hand.

Lucien: Just stay by my side, I'll take care of getting you back into bed with me.

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When the alarm clock goes off, I sleepily roll over and discover that the other side of the bed is empty.

The hour hand has just pointed to six o'clock, and I shake off my drowsiness, getting up to search for Lucien's figure.

MC: Did he leave this early? There isn't anything urgent at the research institute, is there…

I'm contemplating whether to send him a message when the door is pushed open.

Lucien is uncharacteristically dressed formally, and I wonder how long he's been outside as he's covered in the chilly air of early autumn.

He probably doesn't expect me to wake up so early, but he just stands there indifferently.

It's as if he's stripped away all emotions and turned into a blank slate in human form.

Somehow, I don't ask him where he went. Instead, I walk over and instinctively take hold of his somewhat stiff and cold hand, placing it against my own face.

MC: Why didn't you wear a scarf? Come here quickly-

Before I can finish speaking, he envelops me in his embrace.

It's an incredibly tight embrace.

Lucien doesn't say anything, yet it's as if he's telling me something.

I simply tighten my hug, letting this silence continue.

The chill fades away as if bidding farewell, and the person in my embrace slowly opens his mouth.

Lucien: (quietly) MC, I went to do something very important.

Lucien: It feels like I'm years late, but fortunately, nothing has changed.

I can't see Lucien's face at this moment, but I can only feel his voice, soft as if not wanting to disturb a certain tranquility.

Lucien: But because of this, I seem to have some new questions.

Lucien: Can you help me with these things I haven't quite figured out yet?

He speaks vaguely, yet there's a genuine sincerity in his words.

A vague idea forms in my mind, something that I can't pin down, but I don't want to put off either.

I gently brushed his bangs with my fingers and looked at him calmly.

MC: Of course, I'm willing to help. How do you want me to help you?

This question seems to have stumped Lucien. He ponders for a while and then smiles helplessly.

Lucien: I don't know either.

MC: Well, it's wonderful. The world has left you with a special puzzle on your birthday~

Lucien that's somewhat at a loss makes me unable to suppress my laugh.

MC: It's okay. After all, growing up doesn't necessarily mean always moving forward. I'll help you find the answers.

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I lead him into the living room, where the golden sunlight streams over the horizon, casting its glow upon us.

MC: But since student Lucien doesn't have a direction, I'll have to guide you in my own way, so you better cooperate with me.

Lucien: I'm more than willing, Teacher MC.

MC: Very well. First... let's start by filling our bellies!

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After eating, as Lucien places the suitcase in the trunk, I suddenly recall something and retrieve the car cooler from the storage room.

Lucien: It seems that Teacher MC is indeed well-prepared.

MC: Hehe, I must protect my main course well~

And this way, you can go wherever you want.

I don't want to impose any pressure on him, so I simply think to myself and smoothly take the driver's seat.

MC: Today, let me be the escort for the birthday star.

Lucien: What if I also wish for MC to enjoy herself?

MC: You can't use the blessings I gave you against me!

I laugh and pinch his nose. Before starting the car, I come up with a great idea.

MC: Let's play an old game.

Lucien: Aren't we supposed to go to the B&B you booked?

MC: We have plenty of time, so we can have some fun before heading to our destination.

MC: No need to rush, taking it slow is also good. It's also the birthday star's privilege.

Lucien: [chuckle] I can't help but want to be this willful birthday star every day now.

MC: In that case, I'm fully on board!

I grip the steering wheel with both hands, waiting for his response.

MC: So, what's the number in your mind?

Lucien: How about... 389?

MC: Got it!

I enter the number into the map app and, without any reservations, start the car towards the unfamiliar location 18 kilometers away.

I don't drive too fast along the way. Rather than rushing to the destination, it's more about enjoying the scenery along the route. I ask him for the next random number when we encounter red lights.

MC: When did they start repairing the bridge here?

Lucien: It seems they started construction last year, and judging by the progress, it should be completed within the next six months.

Lucien: I hadn't noticed that park over there before.

MC: I remember that this place used to be a lake?

Lucien: Mm, they probably redesigned the walkway, and it seems like cars aren't allowed in anymore.

With Lucien's various choices, we leisurely travel the road, watching this extremely familiar city give birth to new branches in unfamiliar corners.

Time has always been silent, seeping into every crevice, every building, every plant, and every person's face.

The city also seems to be growing up with us, shedding a certain part of itself and transforming into something more fresh and new.

And as Lucien and I walk through these changes together, it's hard to say whether I feel more nostalgia or anticipation.

Until the red light appears, I have no idea where I've driven us to.

In the unfamiliar scenery, warm light falls upon Lucien's face.

MC: Now, do you have any places you'd like to go or things you'd like to do?

This time, I didn't ask him for a random number but instead posed a question during this brief moment of silence.

Perhaps it's only after walking many paths that you'll discover the one you want to take.

The red light flickers and the countdown numbers slowly extend into his field of vision.

Lucien: I want to... look at the flowers.

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Under Lucien's guidance, we continued to drive for a while.

The unknown world gradually added familiar sights, and the road ahead also widened.

The road of the old street is wider than it was three years ago, as if it had been freshly paved with asphalt, shining brightly in the sunlight.

Heading uphill all the way, not far ahead, I can vaguely see a massive white building.

Unlike the last time, Lucien confidently directs the way this time—until we park in the parking lot next to the white building.

In the distance, the hills and fields are vibrant, and osmanthus flowers dance silently in the wind like tiny specks of light.

They complement this massive white building, radiating splendid beauty, which makes my eyes well up with emotion.

It turns out that something new has already bloomed on that empty lot.

MC: So, this hospital has already been built…

Lucien: Um, it will officially open to the public in a few months.

Lucien shows no intention of getting out of the car and calmly gazes ahead.

I also follow his gaze. The hospital is surrounded by hills and forests, and we listen to the distant chirping of insects, telling the secrets of the wilderness.

The wind rustles through the leaves, and the lush greenery and deep red hues cast beautiful light and shadow under the sunlight.

MC: Were these trees here before?

Lucien: I believe they were also transplanted here in the past two years.

I lean against the steering wheel, looking at the scenery in front of me that is entirely different from what I remember, and I can't help but not know how to describe my feelings.

MC: Can a hospital be built so quickly?

Lucien: Of course, it's even faster since this hospital is a crucial project for expanding clinical teaching bases in Loveland City.

He said it naturally, causing my gaze to unconsciously shift back at him.

Perhaps my gaze is too probing, so Lucien casually slumps down on the right side of the dashboard.

Lucien: Actually, I've been here a few times before due to work reasons.

Lucien: While their primary research focus is orthopedics, they also want to incorporate related studies in neuroscience to treat more complex and critical diseases.

Lucien: That's why the hospital director approached me for a collaboration.

MC: You surely agreed, right?

Lucien: Do I appear so easy to persuade?

MC: You're far from being easy to persuade.

I reach out and gently caress his cheek that's nestled between his arms.

MC: (smiles softly) It's clear to me that you've always known what you want to do.

In the sunlight, Lucien seems to smile more comfortably. He nuzzles my palm, bringing himself closer to me.

Lucien: Although they are still lacking in clinical expertise in neuroscience, Lucien's Bioscience Research Center has already signed an agreement with this hospital.

Lucien: I will provide them with the necessary research theoretical support.

Lucien: However, to bridge some gaps, I recommended one of my former classmates from my doctoral program to them. Whether they can persuade him to join depends on the efforts of the hospital director.

Lucien appears nonchalant, but I can hear so much sentiment in his words.

It's Lucien's own research institute that concluded the collaboration, and even though he's aware of the shortcomings on the other side, he still chose to cooperate.

He probably unconsciously hopes that the things that are growing anew on that land will turn into something even more beautiful.

Perhaps because I've been staring at him, Lucien seems to have also understood the unspoken words I haven't uttered.

Lucien: The reason I agreed may be because, at some moment, I felt like I had touched upon a coincidence called fate.

MC: Should scientists believe in these things?

Lucien: [chuckle] It's needed once in a while.

We can't help but laugh together.

MC: How about we get down and go for a walk?

MC: Perhaps fate has other words to speak within this coincidence.

While that's what I'm saying, I actually don't know what else fate might have to say.

We don't enter the hospital; instead, we aimlessly stroll around.

That empty lot is no longer just a distant memory, nor does it remain stagnant in its place.

We walk up the hill and see a slightly small but uniquely looking shop by the side of the side road.

It quietly nestled amidst the woods directly facing the hospital, the rich aroma of coffee blending gently with the scent of fresh grass.

MC: This shop is also new, right?

Lucien: Indeed, I didn't expect a new coffee shop to open here.

Our gazes collide, and in each other's eyes, we see the same expectation.

MC: Let's go check it out then!

The simple and elegant decor made the whole café look clean and bright.

There's only one owner in the store, even though it's not yet opening time, she warmly welcomed us.

Owner: I didn't expect to have customers at this time.

Owner: The sunshine is lovely today. Why don't you two sit over here and enjoy the beautiful scenery?

She says as she leads us to a floor-to-ceiling window on the south side. Looking at the scene in front of me, I unconsciously hold my breath.

Emerald green, golden yellow, and crimson red – time unfolds the colors it has painted to depict life in front of this window.

It's as if the four seasons silently cycle, but at this moment, it kindly extends all of its vistas, leaving the shadow of time here.

Owner: Not far away, they've built a new hospital, and it seems the director is very environmentally conscious as they've planted many trees in the vicinity.

Owner: Looking out of this window, there are two very special trees, and I observe that only during this season of the year is there such a unique view.

MC: ...It's really beautiful, thank you for your recommendation!

After thanking the boss, we're sitting in front of that window.

Lucien gazes out of the window, slightly lost in thought. The colorful light and shadows fall delicately on him, as if embracing him, sinking him into the shade of the trees.

MC: I wonder if this place is directly facing the window where the little boy used to be.

He pauses for a moment and looks at me amidst the gorgeous display.

MC: At this moment, can we also see the four seasons in his eyes when he looks outside the window?

Lucien: (smiles while looking away) Probably so.

Lucien: After all, it's what has grown anew on this land.

His voice is heavy and resolute.

MC: That's wonderful.

Lucien: Hmm?

MC: They are so beautiful, it's truly wonderful.

Memories are now distant and unattainable, but they still remain here. And in such a birthplace, all the beauty that has grown is so delightful.

MC: Perhaps this painting-like scenery is also a gift from fate to you.

Beneath the play of light and shadow, the girl's face is filled with the colors of sunshine, and she smiles warmly.

Lucien always feels that the emotions that he couldn't figure out the answer to seem to open a small crack, allowing even more indescribable feelings to pour out.

When discussing the collaboration compensation, he proposed donating two trees in the name of the research institute as a partial substitute for the hiring fee.

At every moment when he came here alone, he could clearly feel the spreading branches and twigs.

Perhaps, the meaning of time lies in the fact that nothing stays in one place, and this is also a form of trace and continuity.

It's just that, some changes would be better if they happened slower.

He always selfishly thinks this way.

Lucien: Probably... it really is a gift, isn't it?

Lucien: However, there may be more to it than just fate.

The colorful world is distant yet clear, all frozen in the eyes.

Because of you, I can see the traces of time so clearly.

It turns out that everything has passed for so long, long enough that I'm almost forgetting the name of this feeling.

It turns out that on a day like this, I'm allowed to have both loneliness and warmth at the same time.

It turns out that what I felt was sadness.

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=Flashback Start=

The cemetery in the early morning is dark and solemn, with only a few stars twinkling in the sky.

The streets at four o'clock were too deserted, so Lucien bought a particularly simple bouquet of flowers from a newly opened stall at the door.

He passed through the freshly painted iron gate and walked slowly along the gravel path.

The paper's reference seemed to pull him into the light and shadow of time that he couldn't speak or think of yet also couldn't forget.

There were always two busy figures, always smiling with their eyes forever gazing into the distance.

These long-ago scenes that feel more like yesterday are strangling his breath and cutting open his wound today.

The time devoured by enduring anxieties of emptiness returns in its entirety today, as it does on all other 'todays'.

Some kind of longing dug into the wound, causing him to suddenly pause before tucking the girl in his arms into the quilt.

He pondered for a long time, and in the end, he decided to put on a suit.

That period of time was like this road, neither long nor short, but he spent many years on it.

Lucien stopped before the graves, gazing at the familiar names on it, and heaved a long sigh.

What should he say? He didn't know.

He simply gently placed the flowers down and reached out to touch the name on the tombstone.

The dust had settled in the gaps, and he cleaned it meticulously, even those stubborn stains were carefully wiped away.

He silently gazed at those two clean names, looking at them again and again.

Lucien: I seem to... miss both of you.

Today belongs to both of you, yet it also feels like it belongs to me.

When I abandon my name, I can treat it as a day that only belongs to me.

Now that I stand before you, does it mean that the distant past has slowly arrived at my side?

When I leave, the time left for you both will come to an end, and the time ahead should be reserved for her, or maybe for the me who's blessed by you.

Is that okay?

Lucien knew that no one would provide him with an answer. He simply sat there, no longer dwelling on anything.

He didn't know how long he had been sitting there, until the slowly approaching light from the distance began to illuminate him.

=Flashback End=

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MC: You can open your eyes now!

Lucien opens his eyes under my guidance, and I happen to collect the last decoration.

Lucien: The issues troubling me seem to have somewhat disrupted your preparations.

MC: That's not entirely true.

Noticing that Lucien has picked up on some clues, I place the cake on the small couch and pull him down to sit.

MC: No matter how grand the birthday celebration is or how it is celebrated, the focus should be on the person who is celebrating it.

MC: You are the most important.

MC: Everything I've done is simply in the hope that they can appear more fittingly before you.

The warm light falls on the small arched couch, enclosing our figures leaning against the glass within it.

Outside, it started raining at some point, the raindrops hitting gently against the window. Much like the indescribable feelings, the world was shrouded in a misty haze.

Lucien: It feels like we're inside an egg here.

MC: Right? I think so too.

MC: So, let's just imagine we've briefly returned to the state before venturing into the human world and taking a rest here.

Lucien: Hmm, what's outside the window then?

MC: Outside the window is the place we'll go to.

MC: It might rain today, it might be clear tomorrow, or there might be a sandstorm.

MC: Every day, the weather will be different, there will be many sad things, and there will also be many happy moments.

Lucien: Can sadness and happiness... exist at the same time?

MC: Of course they can.

MC: Because they are both important to you.

I gently stroke his brow and gaze deeper into him through those eyes filled with emotions.

Lucien: (in the most fragile tone you ever hear-) ….Then, can you hug me?

I don't speak; instead, I answer him with my actions.

Perhaps I had also waited for a long time, waiting for him to come to me, letting me accompany him and giving me the right to comfort him.

Lucien: I went to meet some very important people today.

MC: Um.

Lucien: I miss them very much.

MC: Mm.

Lucien: But I feel happy again because of you.

I bite my lower lip hard and feel my eyes slightly welling up.

Lucien: I don't know how to handle these emotions, but I also feel a bit childish like this.

MC: I don't think so. I really like you just the way you are now.

MC: Being candid and clumsy, like a child without any worries. It's a kind of growth for you too.

Lucien: But today is obviously my birthday, isn't?

MC: It's precisely because today is your birthday that you can be like this.

I can't help but hug him even tighter.

MC: Sometimes, I feel as if we're growing up like layers of an onion, with each year wrapped around the last.

MC: Even though you're growing older, you still have all the previous ages you've been.

MC: You are also the 26-year-old Lucien, the 20-year-old Lucien, the 18-year-old Lucien, the 14-year-old Lucien – you are every version of yourself from different time periods.

MC: So, you can think rationally, but you can also be indifferent; you can be passionate, yet feel discouraged at times.

MC: When we grow up, we don't abandon ourselves. Every version of you from the past is still within your heart.

MC: You will see them, comfort them, and accept them.

Behind me, Lucien is silent, but the slightly tightened arms seem to quietly reveal something.

MC: What did the ten-year-old Lucien do today?

Lucien: Mm... I read a very special book.

MC: And what about the fourteen-year-old Lucien?

Lucien: I went to Venice, took photos at the Bridge of Sighs, and accidentally dropped my camera.

MC: Hmm, and what about when you were seventeen?

Lucien: Spent an entire night in my own independent laboratory.

MC: Wow, you! You didn't pull an all-nighter at twenty as well, did you?

Lucien: When I was twenty… I was given a graduation ceremony that I think is a bit special now.

MC: And what about you today?

He slowly lifts his head, his soft fingertips caressing my cheek.

Lucien: I went to meet important people

Lucien: And returned to your side.

MC: So you see, today may be your birthday, but it's also a special book day and a day for a bit of luck to escape.

MC: It can be an all-nighter day or a day for sleep. It's your graduation ceremony, and it's also the day of your important people.

MC: It doesn't just belong to happiness, it simply belongs to you.

MC: Happy birthday, Lucien. You don't have to be just happy.

The droplet on the glass window reflects the candlelight, resembling burning osmanthus petals as if time itself has paused by our side.

Lucien finally smiles, his eyes sparkling.

Lucien: I think, I know what wish to make now.

He wraps my hands together in his and looks at the candlelight.

It seems like he's saying a lot of wishes, and only after a while does he rest his forehead against mine.

MC: I hope all your wishes come true.

Lucien: Well, this Miss will have to work hard because it's not just from the present me.

Lucien: I just took the opportunity to make up for all those days I forgot to make wishes.

MC: Right now, I feel like I'm accompanying the past you.

MC: Would you call me silly for feeling this way?

Lucien: (whispers softly) Of course not.

His warm lips gently cover mine, devout and solemn.

Lucien: Furthermore, for the future me, the present is my past.

At the moment the candles were blown out, the sound of fireworks bursting in the distance could be heard. Colorful fireworks exploded outside the window, decorating the night sky.

It turns out that the rain had silently stopped at some point.

Lucien: It looks like there will be fireworks outside the window.

MC: It's welcoming you.

At this moment, there are less than 10 minutes left until the end of Lucien's birthday.

I grab his hand and run out of the B&B, running onto the street.

The street scene is incredibly lively, and for some reason, the celebratory fireworks keep lighting up the night sky, leaving colorful streaks in their wake.

Pedestrians pause for a moment, and I hold Lucien's hand. We walk through the crowd and I excitedly turn back to him.

MC: Lucien, it's wonderful that you came into this world.

MC: Thank you for coming into this world, thank you for coming to my side.

Another burst of fireworks soars into the sky, and the world is so beautiful, as if gathering all the colors of this moment into his eyes.

All the accumulated emotions are like the fireworks at this moment, making him vibrant and alive.

I see him take my hand and wrap his other arm around my waist.

Perhaps this isn't even a dance, we're just embracing each other and spinning around while laughing.

It seems like only the two of us exist in the world.

Lucien: MC.

I hear him calling my name.

Lucien: Thank you, for giving me this beautiful world as a present.

MC: Then I hope even more that whether I participate in your world or not, you will have the beauty of the whole world.

Lucien: Don't worry.

Lucien's eyes are filled with a smile, and the lamp's warm glow makes him look incredibly bright.

Lucien: All my time is as dazzling as you.

[Phone Call- coming soon]

[Lux's small rambling corner]

Dying rn after two sleepless nights, so I'll say a little for now and will add more after resting for some days orz. But really, I think what makes this date good can be felt with heart. Every single sentence is golden and worth to be screaming about hnghhh.

Where should I start??? Everything about this date feels perfect. I don't even know where to begin🥹 I genuinely think this one is his best birthday date. The pay of years' worth of build-up and the metaphors are perfect, and GOD, how this date consists of everything that makes them unique and lovable to me.

I didn't anticipate that the writers would skillfully weave together past birthday dates on this occasion. Honestly, I wouldn't mind if this marks the final instance centered around the theme of the past self. Embracing every version of your past self that makes up 'you' is truly a fitting conclusion.

It's INSANE how his writers are able to build up the whole thing over the span of 6 YEARS like??? The way his change and growth happen little by little as we accompany him in those years, watching him now just being himself, frankly expressing his emotions and longing, and taking the initiative to be vulnerable for the first time, I can't help but feel emotional sob sob. Trust me, I CRIED the first time I read that part when he asked for a hug. We've seen him being vulnerable before, but him being the one who takes the initiative is an entirely different matter. I mean, Lucien????? the same guy that says he's okay when he got heatstroke???/hj.

Anyway, with each birthday, Lucien seems to discover something new. Like last year when he finally found a place that can be called home, this year, what he found was the loneliness and sadness from the past that he hid so deeply because he just didn't understand and had no time to deal with it. After his parents' death he give himself a new name and abandoned his old one. Like cutting off his past memories, put them in small box, locking them and hid them. Back then, he probably thought that he would never open that 'box' again and he would eventually forget its existence. But every time he get reminded of them, like in this date when he saw their names in reference he'd see the key of that 'box', reminding him of its existence.

Now, because of his encounter with her, he is gradually able to slow down, slowly understand his feelings and emotions. And so, he finally opened that 'box', went to the cemetery to see his parents and clumsily told them what he unconsciously always wanted to say, letting years of sadness and missing from losing them filled him. With this, he also slowly accept his every past self.

Like the fireworks after the long rain, his present self is alive and vibrant. Be it sadness or happiness, Lucien, I'm glad that now you can experience and accept both.

#he never take initiative to be vulnerable so when he did in this date I-#GENUINELY this is my fav birthday date like ever?#such a perfect pay off from YEARS worth of build up sob sob #mlqc lucien #mlqc #mr.love queen's choice #mlqc translation #mlqc cn #mlqc spoiler #Youtube

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thewapolls · 9 months

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While I juggle the results of a month's worth of round 1 results, have a little random side poll: It's a question I probably should've asked sooner...

...and was it something you saw and immediately know you wanted? Was it a super casual pick, almost at random? DId someone else hook you in? etc... Tell us your Wild Arms story

#wild arms

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kodiakwhiskey · 2 years

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No Use In Patching Up A Sinking Ship

I shouldn't ignore my other 69 WIPs to drabble about daddy Hotch, but I did. This fic is based on this song by Set It Off

Taglist: @orangegaytorade

MINORS DNI: SMUT ALCOHOL USE DUBCON(only because of said alcohol use) PIV Unprotected (wrap it up folks)

Pairing: Hotchxfem!Reader

1st/3rd person POV

I shouldn't. I absolutely shouldn't be feeling this way. He was the one whose job was too important to be with someone. He's the one who left.

No, there's no denying chemistry this strong

Yes, pretend it's right but we both know it's wrong

Thinking about the storm advancing

Thinking about the lightning dancing in your eyes

But I, can't shake these memories that rain inside

"You never called."

"I've been busy."

"Aaron…"

"Why are you even here?"

"Because I love you."

That last conversation replayed in my mind as I downed the rest of the bottle, the last of the tequila burning the back of my throat. I couldn't call Penelope. She'd never pick up at this hour.

Damn, pick up the phone, I know I'm drunk again

And you know my intentions 'cause it's two a.m.

It's fun and games until we both get hurt

We play with fire 'cause we like the way it burns

No use in patching up a sinking ship

This is the last time we do this, baby

This is the last time you taste my lips

"Hey Garcia. It's me. Um, I guess you're asleep." I sighed and ran my hand through my hair. "I know I shouldn't be contacting you because of the whole breakup thing but I just really needed someone." I clear my throat, holding back the tears. "Anyways, that's it. Um I guess text me back later if you want. Bye." I hung up, tossing my phone lightly onto the couch from the opposite wall.

I know, I know how to drive you wild

You know, you know how to make me smile

But I need you to be

My ancient history

I know, I know who you really are

You know, you know how to break my heart

But I need you to be

My ancient history

"Hotch!" Penelope grabbed his arm, yanking him into her office. "When the hell did you break up with her?"

"How do you know about that?" He felt defensive, but for once it's because he didn't have a reasonable explanation. Instead of letting her be there to comfort him, he pushed her away. Told himself that you only wanted him for the sex. Anything to make him feel better once he started to regret that argument. Penelope opened her phone, playing the voicemail left for her. His heart hurt. He could hear your tears past the drunken words.

"It was a couple weeks ago. But I don't owe any of you an explanation."

"Hotch, is that really what you want?" He left without another word, his silence ringing loud and clear.

I hated being at work. The monotony of the day gave me too much to think about. I couldn't think about Aaron all day. It hurt too much. Liz patted me on the shoulder at 6, saying they were heading out for drinks tonight and I was coming, not optional. So I trudged home to get ready.

The men in this bar were sleazy. Unshielded, and unhinged. Liz brought drinks back for everyone, and kept shots going.

Soon I found myself playing some drinking games with them.

Everyone collectively decided they were finished, and despite having carpooled, they took off while I was in the restroom peeing.

I stumbled outside. It was two thirty in the morning, and thanks to my excursion tonight, I had no more cash. Which meant no taxi, and my wallet was at home for safekeeping which meant no credit card for Uber.

I called the only person I knew would be up at this hour.

"Hey…" His voice dug a knife into my chest, the pain resurfacing through the liquor.

"Aaron… I um. I need a ride. I'm stranded." I started making my way to the diner across the street and he agreed to pick me up.

I pulled the flask out of my purse, taking another couple of shots worth while I waited outside. The least I can do is numb the pain of being near him. He pulled up in his car, reaching over to open the door for me. I fumbled my way in, having issues with the seatbelt when he reached over to help me. I felt my face heat up, but I just tried to blame it on the alcohol.

The drive to my apartment was silent, Aaron focusing on driving while I watched the rain fall.

"We're here." His face was set in stone as he parked just outside my building.

"Aaron.. I…" His hand moved onto my thigh, him turning slightly to face me. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have shown up without permission…" I was cut off by his lips on mine, the feeling melting me. He pulled away, and pulled away from my building. I didn't say anything as we made the trek across town to his house. "What about Jack-"

"With his aunt for the weekend." His reply was short as he pulled into the driveway.

I followed him quietly upstairs, and once we reached his room, his lips were on mine again.

The buzz from the alcohol still lingered and made my brain fuzzy. His hands slipped my blouse down, his thumbs tracing my nipples through my bra.

His tongue was relentless as he kissed me, pulling my head to the side to trail nips and bites down the side. I moaned, feeling his teeth sink in.

Before I knew it he had taken my skirt off, his own shirt coming off and his pants undone.

"Aaron…" His lips cut me off again, his fingers making their way down to my core, rubbing my clit through the thin lace. He trailed his lips down my body, his breath ghosting over my skin. The cool air hits me as he pulls my panties down, and I'm so touch starved I could melt into the way his hands grip my hips.

That's all I can focus on as he eats me out, is the feeling of his hands holding me down. It doesn't take long for him to rip my orgasm from me, my hand covering my mouth. His cock slides in, wasting no time. It's rough. It's desperate. It's lonely. I'd be a fool all over again if it meant I could be his. Just one more time.

Yeah, It's the way you let me throw you cross the bed

Got you running cross my head

When I know I should be sleeping

But I can't escape

You're addicted to the lust

The imaginary trust

That you're begging for it, screaming for it

Here we go, now it's time to cut the cord

And abandon all support

We're through

Maybe it's the alcohol blurring time but before I know it he's brought me back to that high again, releasing inside me. The weight of him left me feeling cold and empty as he walked away, grabbing stuff to clean up with. It hurts when he just drops it by me on the bed. He used to take such good care of me…

I know, I know

You know, you know

(No baby, don't come back, don't come back)

"I'm sorry. This can't happen again." His voice is quiet but the words bounce in my head like a loudspeaker. "I'll take you home."

But I need you to be

My ancient history

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotch fanfiction #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner drabble #cm fic #aaron hotch imagine

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tenebraevesper · 1 year

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Sonic the Hedgehog Analyzer, Scrapnik Island Issue #3: Scrapnik Island (Part 3)

Welcome to the 3rd Issue of Scrapnik Island! Last time, we had Mecha Sonic losing his gears during a fight with Mecha Knuckles, destroying the latter and attacking Sonic. Going by the Cover, it is clear that this one will be focused on Tails trying to save Sonic.

Speaking of save, holy Hell, what is this Cover?! I kid you not, my first thought was that Mecha decided to operate on Sonic by removing his limbs and replacing them with mechanical parts (I have a wild imagination). Then, I realized that there’s no way this will happen, only to realize that we did get Rusty Rose in Sonic Prime, so....

We kick off with Sonic being strapped to an operating table with a helmet on his head. No joke, when me and my friend talked about the previews, we both concluded that Mecha Sonic is planning a body swap with Sonic. After all, it would make sense, right? Mecha has been abandoned by Eggman and wants to get back to the mainland, and using Sonic’s body would allow him to roam around unnoticed.

We had no idea...

Anyways, Sonic acknowledges how giving the “enemies the benefit of the doubt” is getting kinda old, and honestly, it’s kinda hilarious, especially if we go by the assumption that this takes place after The Overpowered Arc.

Sonic notes how Mecha had a second chance at life, a whole island filled with friends and took up gardening.

“I thought you’d changed, man. What gives?”

Mecha ignores him, observing Tails as he is fixing the Tornado and zooming in on the Miles Electric. Yeah, it is clear that he needs it and I believe I know why (note: these are my thoughts before the whole Issue came out). Tails’ has shown he can use the Miles Electric to communicate with the Scrapniks, so Mecha grabbing it would allow him to talk to Sonic.

Speaking of Sonic, he wonders what’s up with the helmet on his head and wonders if it’s gonna suck out his brain or something. Sonic, sweetie, I’m afraid what’s gonna happen is much worse.

Mecha just turns around, with Sonic looking worried.

Mecha just stares at Sonic, who asks whether Mecha is really going for it. They are observed by another Scrapnik, who is absolutely horrified, and quickly runs off, probably to get Tails or Sigma... or both! Anyone would be fine as long as they save Sonic from Mecha.

The perspective switches to someone awakening, that robot being Mecha Sonic, who is greeted by Sigma. Sigma explains how Mecha Sonic was in a very bad condition, but Sigma managed to rebuild him, more or less, and we see how parts of Mecha Sonic’s body had been replaced, mainly his arm and leg.

Mecha dons a cloak, helping Sigma and the Scrapniks out, while Sigma continues his narration. He tells Mecha how he used to be a tool of destruction and conquest, but now, on this island, he will discover the new him. On Scrapnik Island, Mecha is safe, free and at home. We also see how Mecha, Sigma and the Scrapniks found the sunflower and Mecha actually looks really happy as the other Scrapniks play with him.

Honestly, it is really a lovely page, showing us some of Mecha’s past at Scrapnik Island, followed by Sigma awakening after being clocked by Mecha Knuckles.

Sigma panics slightly, calling out for Sonic and Mecha, only to be stunned when he discovers the destroyed Mecha Knuckles. He picks the latter up, although I’m not sure whether he’s addressing Mecha Knuckles or Mecha Sonic when asking what they have done. My assumption is that he was calling out to Mecha Sonic.

We then check in on Tails, who gets a video message from the Scrapnik, showing him Mecha and Sonic, the latter being in clear distress. The Scrapniks also seem to be alarmed, if not even disturbed, by what Mecha had done.

Tails wastes no time creating several makeshift guns, ready to go save Sonic. You mess with his older brother, you mess with Tails and let’s be clear here - unlike Sonic, Tails is packing heat.

Tails and the Scrapniks enter the building, with what appears to be a homage to Aliens (as my friend pointed out). They are slowly advancing, with Tails getting a signal on the Miles Electric. They ready themselves for whoever this intruder might me, with Tails sweating as he presses himself against the wall. The situation is already quite tense and we haven’t even gotten to the good stuff.

Tails and the Scrapniks burst out of their hiding spot, pointing their guns at none other than Sigma. Fortunately, they hold fire and Tails and Sigma are relieved to see each other. Tails explains how they’re looking for Mecha Sonic, as he’s holding Sonic captive, and asks Sigma whether he has any clue what’s going on.

Sigma admit that this is something he feared it would happen.

He explains that Mecha’s systems are very robust and how his own knowledge of the software’s nuances is very limited. When he attempted to rebuild Mecha, he also tried to rewrite Dr. Eggman’s original programming, but it appeared that his attempts were insufficient (just like in the case of Mecha Knuckles). His old protocols and subroutines must have re-awakened, warping his mind. Sigma blames himself for Mecha’s behavior, apologizing to Tails.

Now, I must stop here for a second because of what we have seen in the previous Issue. We know that Mecha is suffering from trauma and is seeing himself as a failure, so it may not only been his programming to drive him to act like this, but his experiences as well.

Suddenly, everyone hears a beeping coming from the Miles Electric, with a creepy voice coming out of it:

“Ooonnn the c-c-contrary, Sigmaaaaa... M-M-My miiiiind has never been cl-clearerrrrr.”

This is where we know that things are going from a zero to a hundred. It is one thing to deal with a mute enemy. It is another thing when that enemy suddenly speaks.

“Behind you.”

Mecha suddenly appears behind everyone, having sneaked up on them, and Tails and the Scrapniks start shooting at him. Mecha is too fast for them, causing everyone to miss.

Honestly, I was holding my breath during this part due to how tense it is.

As everyone observes the corridor where Mecha has vanished, a troubled Tails turns to the Miles Electric as Mecha speaks again:

“You don’t know what it’s like... to be discarded... forgotten...”

Suddenly, Sigma cries out, vanishing into the dark, with only Mecha Knuckles’ hat being left behind. A nervous Tails calls out for the robot and we see Mecha’s eyes lighting up behind him as he snatches another Scrapnik and drags him into the dark. Tails and the other two Scrapniks fire at him, with Tails yelling for retreat, but it is obvious they missed him.

Tails leads the two Scrapniks down the corridor, noting how he underestimated Mecha’s speed due to his rust and mismatched body parts, but he’s just as fast as Sonic. He figures that, if they hunker down in a small room, they might have... a chance?

Tails stops, looking behind him and realizing that his two Scrapnik buddies are gone as well, with Mecha standing right behind him. Not only is Mecha fast as Sonic, but he’s also incredibly stealthy. That’s a dangerous combination.

Mecha explains to Tails how he was once Dr. Eggman’s most remarkable creation and how they were supposed to conquer the world together. After he was rebuilt, he was waiting for Eggman, hoping the Doctor would come pick him up and they would try again. However, Eggman had abandoned him, leaving him to rust on Scrapnik Island.

“A grave error on his part... and now, that error shall be corrected.”

Mecha tells Tails how he has plans for Eggman, and they’re none of his concern. All he wants is Tails’ tablet.

Okay, there are several things I want to address here, one more stunning than the other.

First of all, we learn more about Mecha Sonic’s perspective on his situation. He actually wanted to return to Eggman, even if he seemingly felt happy on Scrapnik Island. While Mecha claims that he always had a clear mind, we saw him glitching out a couple of times in the previous Issues, usually when he was around Sonic, but with this new information, would it be possible that the glitches he was experiencing were actually the type of flashbacks we saw in the previous Issue during Mecha Sonic and Mecha Knuckles’ fight?

We might get more information regarding this in the next Issue, but I believe that the way Mecha Sonic acts here is because of both of his programming, his desire to serve Eggman and his feeling of abandonment. He even tells Tails he won’t harm him and if he wanted to kill Sonic, he would’ve done it, but he is surprisingly calm and calculated here.

Next, the fact that Mecha Sonic’s speech implies that he wants to get revenge on Eggman. I believe he wants to use Sonic and the Miles Electric to escape Scrapnik Island and probably go to the mainland so he can take down Eggman on his own. Whether there is something more, we don’t know yet, but Mecha certainly has a plan.

Lastly, it is obvious that there is more to Mecha Sonic than we think and I completely adore his character.

Tails questions Mecha what he wants to do with Sonic, and when Mecha demands the tablet, he tells the robot to try and take it. What a badass!

Mecha rushes towards Tails as the latter fires at him, dodging every shot and managing to knock the gun out of Tails’ hands. Having no other option, Tails goes for a spin-dash.

He manages to land a hit on Mecha, but the latter grabs Tails, slamming him into the ground and taking away the Miles Electric, then stares at the fox.

He follows this up grabbing Tails and tossing him what I believe to be a garbage chute, telling how he’ll see how it feels to be thrown away. Tails falls into the dark, his mission being a failure.

Mecha returns to the room where Sonic is being kept captive, recognizing Tails’ tablet and demanding from Mecha to tell him what he did to his little brother. Mecha, who is attaching the tablet to the computer, responds how he’s where he belongs.

“Don’t worry...”

“...you’ll be joining him shortly.”

Mecha turns around, and we are treated with a creepy image of him and Sonic on the monitor, indicating what he plans to do with his rival.

...

I WAS KIDDING WHEN I SAID I THOUGHT MECHA WANTED TO SWAP BODIES WITH SONIC!

Holy Hell, I didn’t expect that theory to be confirmed, that’s so wild. Honestly, this whole chapter was a wild ride, being a return to its horror roots, with the creepiest part being Mecha suddenly talking thanks to Tails’ tablet and then removing Tails’ team one by one.

Considering how the tagline for the next Issue is “A battle of the minds!” I have a bad feeling that this body swap will be successful.

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