Sep 26, 2020
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Bee! I saw this video and it made me think of your Sidney who has actually never been kissed so even if he wanted to tell Potash, he couldn't. Maybe the team sees and starts joking with him, coming up with ridiculous theories about what his first kiss was. Maybe they start offering to give him the best 1st kiss, and clearly their joking but no one realizes what a direct hit that is, except maybe Geno sees the way Sid crumbles a bit at that. fahbee tumblr com/post/166900551932
oh my goshhhhhhh i love this. here have a ficlet:
“Sid want to keep first kiss secret, we keep let him keep secret.” Geno waves the rest of the groaning rookies away. “Is superstition, if he tell then he lose magic touch.”
“Maybe he hasn’t even kissed anyone,” one grumbles quietly.
It’s meant to be a playful jab, but Geno notices how silent Sidney is, how he stiffens as if he’s trying to wait out everything. The tips of his ears are just barely red, but Geno’s known him for long enough to know what embarrassment looks like on Sidney.
He doesn’t bring it up again. Not until the day they lose a game and Geno’s knocking on Sidney’s hotel room door.
“I have hot chocolate,” he coaxes. “From gift store. Is fancy chocolate, the ones you like.”
Sidney doesn’t respond immediately, but Geno’s nothing if not persistent.
“Hot chocolate,” he calls again, with three more knocks. “I’m stand here all night–”
“Geno.” The door opens and Sidney’s face peers at him, looking exhausted and resigned. “We’re gonna get noise complaints.”
“No complain if you just open door faster,” Geno says, wedging his way in to the room. “I buy marshmallows too.”
“We’re really too old to drink chocolate at midnight,” Sidney says. “Diet plans aside, I don’t know if my stomach can handle sugar right now.”
But he lets Geno work the kettle and pour them both generous portions, rich and frothy with two marshmallows floating on top like icebergs. They sit on Sidney’s bed, blowing at the steam and warming their hands. Geno watches him, at the way his fingers curve and lace with each other, at the pink dusting his cheeks and his lowered lashes that Geno has always thought made Sidney look especially lovely. Lonely, too.
“Just a little bit,” Geno says, then gently clinks his mug against Sidney’s. “Cheers.”
“My mom used make me hot cocoa when I was little,” Sidney says, after a short silence. “When I couldn’t sleep. Dad didn’t want me to have sugar at night, but I think she felt bad for me.”
“Why feel bad?”
“I got bullied. I didn’t have a lot of friends.” Sidney shrugs. “She wanted to cheer me up.”
Sidney never likes to talk about the past. He’s grown, he’d said. Too old to hold grudges over petty parents and childish behaviors. But whenever he does bring it up, he always sounds sad.
“Bet you popular in Shattuck,” Geno tries. “Lots of pretty girls want be your friend now.”
Sidney stares into his mug. “I’ve never even been kissed.”
And there it was.
“Sid.”
“You don’t have too feel sorry for me.” He puts the mug down on his lap, decisively not looking in Geno’s direction. “And I don’t want you telling this to the guys either. I don’t want you trying to drag me to some bar and–”
“No, it’s–I’m just surprise. You’re talented and good looking. Why no one kiss?”
Sidney finally raises his head at that. His eyes are a little red, and it’s only now that Geno knows how much this whole first kiss thing has bothered him.
“I–” Sidney opens his mouth, then closes it again. “You think I’m good looking?”
“Sure.” Geno thinks a lot more than that, for years and years now. “Thought you maybe have long list of girls who want you, maybe boys too.”
Sidney lets out a startled laugh. “No. No girls.” He grips his mug a little tighter. “No boys either.”
“Well.” Geno thinks his heart might jump out of his mouth; the cocoa coating his throat isn’t exactly helping. “Maybe one boy.”
Sidney turns to him sharply. “Geno,” he says, and it sounds a little like a plea. “Please don’t joke about this.”
“I’m not joke, is serious.” Geno purses his lips, until Sidney’s frown starts to wobble. “Is my serious, kissing face.”
“I don’t want my first kiss to be an experiment for you,” Sidney says, hoarsely. “I can’t if it’s–not when it’s you–”
“Not an experiment. I’m–I think about for years already. Just don’t know if you want, too, so I never ask.”
“Geno,” Sidney whispers.
“I can wait,” Geno says. “Can wait for you decide. Maybe you think, okay, is bad idea, then I never say again. But if you think you want to try, then I take you to movie and–and dinner too–or I cook something. No, that’s bad, I can’t cook. I can do UberEats.” He swallows. “You make me happy. I just want make you happy too, Sid.”
Five more seconds pass without Sidney uttering a word–the five longest seconds of Geno’s life, really. He feels his heart deflate. “Sid–”
He feels Sidney’s lips press against his like a miracle, a soft, shy peck that Sidney pulls away from almost immediately. His entire face is flushed, and he looks more beautiful than he has any right to in a wrinkled t-shirt with too many holes where there shouldn’t be.
“I’d like that,” Sidney says shakily. “The movie and dinner.”
Geno gapes, then nods quickly as he recollects himself, because now he has permission to sweep Sidney off his feet, and he’d be damned if he missed another second.
“Let me show you something,” he says, and wraps a steady arm around Sidney’s waist.
Sidney closes his eyes and lets Geno pull him flush against his own chest. It’s the best kiss of Geno’s goddamn life, he thinks, even if they belatedly realize that half of Sidney’s leftover hot chocolate had spilled on Geno’s shirt.
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(Years later, at their wedding, Sidney proudly announces that he’s married the first and only person he’s ever kissed. Geno watches his teammates’ eyes widen in realization as one makes an involuntary squawk. And in the rising commotion, Sidney meets his eyes, beaming like he’s never been more sure of anything in the world.
As for Geno, he’s pretty sure that if he loves his husband any more than this, his heart will actually overflow all over his shirt like hot chocolate.)
Fire Emblem AU where everything is the same except Robin finds the “Chrom Wants You!” poster in her tent before Chrom could take it down.
smash or pass, miss sparkle? :) - @huijarii
𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐞, a cheekiness in the depths of those rubies. a smile sharpened into something dangerously playful as she slowly began to close the distance ⸻ one step, then another ⸻ until the other would suddenly find himself meeting a wall with a soft thud as her smaller frame pushed up against his. sparkle’s finger traced a slow line up the center of his chest, nails barely grazing the fabric.
❝ oh, i’d definitely smash you ~ ❞
𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞, she coyishly tilted her head & pressed the lightest kiss to the corner of his mouth ⸻ fleeting, teasing, & gone before he could decide if it was affection or a warning.
❝ into tiny little pieces if you dare ask me that again ~ ❞
I know we're only four days in but I feel awful for not contributing to Vivienne Appreciation month yet!
Soon though--
I'll write cute things featuring Vivienne because, not only is she the best, but she’s my canon divine and my canon inquisitors best friend!
I'm so excited I had to type about i :U
loktar-ogar said: dun fite on rode lolz
new theme doesn't show photo sets :'( ah well it looks awesome though ::))))
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