Reader was quite reserved and anxious when they started dating their partner. Their partner doing most of the affection and such. So how will their partner react when reader suddenly decides to lean in for their first ever kiss, being the one to initiate it despite how hesitant they were and how clumsy the kiss was. (Veritas, Kaveh (separately), Aventurine, Itto)
One Kiss Is All It Takes
Tags: Ratio x Reader, Kaveh x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Itto x Reader, Romance, Surprises, First Kiss, Tender Moments, Bold Gestures, Playful Dynamics, Emotional Intimacy, Vulnerability.
You and Ratio sat in his study, the room filled with the soft hum of a contraption he had been tinkering with earlier. Despite his usual confidence, you noticed how carefully he adjusted his tone when he spoke to you—slightly softer, more patient. It was as though he understood the hesitance you carried in your chest and approached it with the same precision he applied to his scholarly pursuits.
“Do you find this passage illuminating?” he asked, gesturing to the book he had been reading aloud. His eyes glanced at you, softening when you nodded shyly.
Your heart raced as you considered your plan. Ratio often took the lead in your relationship, his actions intentional and calculated. Yet here you were, nerves tangled like an unsolvable equation, deciding to take the lead yourself for the first time.
As he turned the page, you gathered your courage, leaning toward him with a tentative shift. He noticed immediately, his head tilting as if analyzing your body language.
“Something on your mind, my dear?” he asked, his voice laced with curiosity.
You didn’t answer with words. Instead, you leaned in further, your lips meeting his in a clumsy yet heartfelt kiss. It was a gesture so unlike your reserved nature that Ratio froze for a moment, his sharp mind short-circuited by the uncharacteristic boldness.
When you pulled back, cheeks aflame, you whispered an apology. “I… I didn’t mean to surprise you.”
But then his expression softened into something rare—unfiltered affection. “Surprise? My dear, you’ve just made one of the most profound statements of our relationship.” He reached out to cup your face, his touch warm and steady. “A bold experiment, and a successful one at that. Shall we… test it again?”
You couldn’t help but smile as he leaned in this time, guiding you through the kiss with a blend of expertise and tenderness, as though teaching you the finer art of affection.
The sun was setting over Sumeru’s cityscape, casting golden hues over Kaveh’s workspace. You sat quietly at the corner of his desk, watching him sketch the details of an intricate building. His passion radiated through every stroke of his pencil, and his sharp eyes gleamed with excitement whenever he explained his vision to you.
“You see, the key to balance is symmetry,” he said, waving his hand at the design. “Though… perhaps a bit of asymmetry could add charm.” He turned to you, his gaze softening as he noticed the way you watched him.
“Are you alright?” he asked gently. “You’ve been quiet.”
Your throat tightened as you decided to act. Kaveh had always been the one to initiate touches—a hand on your shoulder, a soft hug, a lingering gaze. But today, you wanted to take the leap yourself, even if it terrified you.
You stood, hesitant but determined, and took a step closer. Kaveh immediately noticed your trembling hands. “Hey, what’s wrong? You can tell me—”
Before he could finish, you leaned in, clumsily pressing your lips against his. It wasn’t perfect; you bumped into his nose, and your lips barely aligned. But it was yours—your first kiss initiated without waiting for him to bridge the gap.
Kaveh froze for a second, his eyes wide with surprise. But when you pulled back, stammering an apology, his expression melted into something warm and understanding.
“Why are you apologizing?” he asked, his voice full of laughter and kindness. “That was…” He smiled, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Perfect. And so very you.”
He leaned in, this time taking the lead, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that was both tender and reassuring. “For the record,” he murmured against your lips, “asymmetry is what makes things beautiful.”
The IPC lounge was dimly lit, its atmosphere charged with Aventurine’s charismatic laughter. He was recounting a particularly wild gamble to you, his earring glinting under the golden light. His sharp eyes never left yours, their intensity almost too much to bear.
“And then,” he concluded with a flourish, “the odds tilted in my favor. As they always do.”
You laughed nervously, your own mind racing with a gamble of your own. Aventurine thrived on risks, yet every act of affection he offered you had been carefully measured, calculated to avoid overwhelming you.
But tonight, you wanted to surprise him. You reached out hesitantly, your fingers brushing against his wrist. He raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued.
“What’s this?” he teased. “Are you about to raise the stakes?”
Without another word, you leaned in, your lips meeting his in a kiss that was more earnest than skilled. It was clumsy, hesitant, but undeniably sincere. When you pulled back, you were already apologizing.
“I-I didn’t mean to—”
Aventurine cut you off with a low chuckle, his smile soft yet mischievous. “Darling, you’ve just made my night.” He tilted your chin up, his gaze uncharacteristically tender. “A bold move for someone who’s usually so reserved. I’m impressed.”
He leaned in, returning the kiss with a mix of passion and patience, his usual flamboyance tempered by genuine care. When he pulled back, he whispered, “Never apologize for playing the game your way. It’s the only way to win.”
Itto’s booming laughter echoed through the Oni Festival grounds, drawing curious stares from passersby. You stood by his side, cheeks flushed as you watched him arm wrestle a challenger with exaggerated flair.
“And that’s how the One and Oni wins again!” he bellowed, lifting his arm in triumph before turning to you with a grin. “You see that? All thanks to my lucky charm—you!”
You smiled, your heart thudding in your chest. Itto had always been the affectionate one, showering you with hugs, compliments, and playful antics. But today, you wanted to surprise him with a gesture of your own.
As the crowd dispersed, you tugged at the edge of his jacket/coat, your nervous energy barely contained. He looked down, his eyes wide with curiosity.
“What’s up, babe?” he asked, his tone softer now.
Before you could second-guess yourself, you leaned up on your toes, pressing a quick, clumsy kiss to his lips. Itto froze, his pupils blown wide in shock.
When you pulled back, stammering an explanation, he broke into the biggest grin you’d ever seen. “Wait a minute—did you just kiss me?”
You nodded, your cheeks flaming.
“Aw, that was amazing!” he declared, scooping you up into a bear hug. “My sweetheart’s full of surprises!” He leaned down, kissing you back with a mix of passion and playfulness. “But next time, I’m calling dibs on the first move!”
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Bold Gestures by SexyLexiCullen
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"Young women can act silly, but men… Men make bold gestures." I opened the trunk for Bella. The man inside ended up on the pavement. Bella’s eyes widened, and she covered her mouth.
Chapters: 22
POV: First Person
Rating: M
Grade: A+
This story is one of my absolute favorites. I’m not sure why, but it is. It’s set in Brooklyn, New York in 1958. Edward has just been released from prison after ten years of being in there. He’s back to being a gangster and is looking to take over New York. Now, Edward’s not a good person. He’s the prick of all pricks. You might hate him in this story. He comes home to Rosalie and their two daughters. He meets Bella, and it’s all a clusterfuck from there.
If you read this story, you’ll need to remember that all the characters are products of their time, especially Edward. They’ll all do things you won’t agree with in the least.
I wanna talk about Edward for a moment. I don’t want to defend him, since he really did act like an asshole, but I loved that the narrative and the characters in the story didn’t try to make excuses for his character. That was just the way Edward was. Bella—when she realized she was in love with him—didn’t ask him to be a good person and didn’t call him one. She accepted him. She looked at the good and the bad and loved him anyway. I really liked that; no bullshit and no excuses. Everyone knew Edward was a prick. Edward didn’t really see the light in terms of morals, but he did in terms of love. He really loved his family and loved Bella; gave them everything they needed and wanted and more. He never made an honest living but he was honest to his family.
Even though none of the characters were saints and all did things that were really fucked up, it was what made the story interesting. The story is very angsty and possibly has more angst than romance. It’s very well-written, and the plot moves quite fast and doesn’t get boring. The story has a very happy ending and it’s a good thing, because hey, after all that shit? They deserve it.
Just a few fair warnings if you’re considering reading Bold Gestures:
It’s gonna frickin' hurt.
There is a huge age gap of about 17 years between Bella and Edward, so please don't read if that bothers you.
Please don’t picture Aro as the canon Aro when you come across him in the story. Like, pick some hot actor you really like and go with him. You’ll thank me later.
Happy happy happy reading! (Yeah, not really. It’s not a happy story.)
The thought of breaking her heart, of one day making her eyes as empty as Roe’s, still bothered me.
I’d do whatever it took to make sure that wouldn’t happen…
'Don't fall in love with me,' I told her, knowing that'd ruin this.
Edward Medici about Isabella Picara in Bold Gestures
