#sidneyxalice

[asshole-with-a-book]

Alice pulling a Peter on Sidney...

lmao, I love it.

[mirrorhearts]

bunfight for april season

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Ⓐ-kuroxusagi

ttractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging ||affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous ||dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted ||  egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe ||probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them (he shoved a gun in her face what do you think) || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed

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sidney x alice

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GENERAL:

Rate the Ship -  10/10Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last? - Forever because of Sidney and his need of being wanted/needed

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - It takes while for Sidney to love her. Alice is against love but she falls for the other a bit.

How was their first kiss? - soft.

WEDDING:

Who proposed? - Sidney

Who is the best man/men? - Sidney trusts no one..maybe Jericho?

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - Crysta would force Alice.

Who did the most planning? - Sidney

Who stressed the most? - Sidney.

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big. (thanks Crysta)

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - Peter White, Blood, faceless.

SEX:

Who is on top? -  Sidney

Who is the one to instigate things? - Sidney

How healthy is their sex life? - Sidneys a rabbitBarely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - Sidneys a rabbit a decent amount maybe?

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? -

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

CHILDREN:

How many children will they have naturally? -  2 to 3? With Crysta’s urging.

How many children will they adopt? -None

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? -Sidney...

Who is the stricter parent? - Sidney

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Sidney

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - Both.

Who is the more loved parent? - Alice.

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? both

Who cried the most at graduation? -Alice

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? -they are the law, but if was Joker Sidney.

COOKING:

Who does the most cooking? - Alice.

Who is the most picky in their food choice? -Neither.

Who does the grocery shopping? - Alice.

How often do they bake desserts? - for Crysta too many times

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - Salad eater.

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Sidney

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - neither.

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - neither.

CHORES:

Who cleans the room? - Both

Who is really against chores? - Neither.

Who cleans up after the pets? -Alice

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Neither

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Sidney

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Neither.

MISC:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Alice.

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - N dogs, Sidney hates them.

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - Crysta loves Winter, so alot during then.

What are their goals for the relationship? -Sidney wants to feel needed, no matter how much Alice tells him she loves him.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? -Neither

Who plays the most pranks? - Sidney

[peachandrabbit]

Love Given, Unearned

((Just a little ficlet idea I had some time ago. It's a simple concept, yet it's one of those moments of life that nothing can compare to. It's not dedicated to anyone at all for once because I wrote it solely for my own enjoyment.

Story is Sidney/Alice, genres are fluff, family, romance, and all that good and happy stuff. Prepare for feels. This is one of the cutest things I've written in months. Even those who don't know the setting will find this cute.))

All that waiting, all that stressing, all that work had finally paid off, had finally ended. A sigh of relief was the least of what Sidney wanted to do now- he was emotionally exhausted.

Granted, he hadn't been the one working all the harder these past few time periods, and thus he wasn't the one physically exhausted, but he might was still completely worn out. It was thanks to nerves, worry, concern, and everything else, this weariness.

He couldn't even imagine how Alice felt, except that, for all the exhaustion she had to be feeling, she was beaming. Her gaze moved between him and the little life in her arms, apparently too happy right now to actually say anything, even after almost an hour since first seeing the baby's face.

Sidney sat beside her on the bed, shoulder to shoulder with her. He had yet to stop shaking slightly from anxiety, for even though the child's birth had been not only uncomplicated but apparently one of the smoothest the doctor had seen, he had still been rightfully concerned. Someone as high-strung as him would never be good at dealing with this sort of thing.

For now the newborn slept, letting her parents grow acquainted with how she looked and the concept that this was their daughter, that they would be the ones raising her. As of yet she had not been given a name, but they felt no need to rush with that decision. Or at least Alice didn't- Sidney was still too strung out to really pay it enough mind either way.

"Calm down," Alice told him for at least the fifth time. "You're still shaking, and I'm not handing her to you until you relax. You might drop her in the state you're in."

His response was a look of horror, his head whipping to face her. Alice almost rolled her eyes and laughed, but before she could she caught on to what he was worked up over now. It wasn't the particular notion of dropping his sleeping daughter that frightened him; it was the thought of holding her in the first place. He was terrified of doing anything wrong at all.

"You won't drop her or do something wrong," were Alice's gentle words of reassurance. "I'm right here, you're sitting down, and holding a baby is so easy." It wasn't like he hadn't practiced before, either. "You'll be fine, I promise."

Even so, Sidney gulped. "Not... yet. I will. Just- not yet."

If this was how he'd be around the baby for the time being, she might have to take drastic measures, Alice thought with an inner sigh. Keeping her voice low, she gave him the sternest look she could manage and said, "I am not forcing you to hold her, but she is your child as well and if you're having any difficulty accepting this then I may have to take drastic measures."

"It's- not like that!" His voice had taken on that shrill pitch it always did when he got worked up; thankfully he managed to keep the volume down. "I want to hold her, yet... is it that even a good idea...?"

"Sidney, you're making no sense." A glimmer of what he was thinking, of his real fear, crept into her consciousness, bringing a slight smile to her face. "It's a very good idea. She won't hate you."

At the almost imperceptible tremor that ran through him; yes, that was it. Sidney was not as frightened of doing something to harm his daughter as he was of doing something to make her hate or fear him. He was terrified of being hated by his child- very reasonable, considering his hatred of his own parents and theirs of him.

"I know she has no preconceived notions about appearance and what is 'right' or 'wrong,'" answered the Black Rabbit in a whisper. "Even so, it's something I can't shake." And how could he? His entire life had taught him that there were things not even family could love, that even family could hate you, that just being different was bad...

Alice had come to recognize this over the time she had known the emotionally delicate Rabbit. Perhaps that had been why, during the discussions they had had together in the days following their marriage about a potential family, he had always been both highly interested and hesitant. If there was one thing he never wanted to experience again, it was rejection by someone he held dear or should hold dear.

Perhaps once he had cared about his family. Perhaps that was why he had taken so long to accept that she did love him... why he couldn't fully accept yet that their child would love him.

"She already knows your voice; you're already someone she trusts," Alice told him. "You know she responded to your voice even before she was born."

"That doesn't mean she-"

"It means she'll turn to you before she turns to anyone but me, and only because I'm her mother." She paused. "She won't know how to do anything but love you."

His mouth opened to respond, yet no words came out; taking advantage of that, Sidney's wife went on, "You're only putting yourself down again. Your daughter is already has two loving parents, and will only know how to love- how to love you. A child wants to love their parents. Our child may grow to be rebellious, she may be stubborn, she may be strong willed, but she won't hate you."

More extended silence, Sidney's eyes on the sleeping child rather than meeting those of Alice even while she had been speaking to him. At last he opened his mouth again-

"And don't even consider that I'll love you less now that she's here," interrupted Alice. When Sidney's cheeks colored and he shut his mouth, she laughed under her breath to avoid disturbing the baby. "My own mother used to tell me that love is never divided but instead multiplied."

At that last word, the baby Alice held stirred, earning the attention of both young parents. Sleepily the little one's eyes opened, their color the perfectly normal unclear blue of all newborns (or at least newborns from Alice's world). "She can't see anything beyond our faces," murmured Alice as her smile widened.

Sidney's mouth pulled into a sheepish pout as he muttered, "I know that..."

With a deep sigh he reached out; Alice didn't even hesitate before handing over the newborn. Even though it was likely that Sidney expected her to put up a fuss, he still spoke to her, voice soft and encouraging... and she simply stared up at him in fascination.

Everything would be all right.

[charmedscrollsandsongs]

Don't Take Care of Me- Sidney/Alice

It wasn’t that Alice disliked working in the castle garden- far from it; she rather enjoyed the peaceful, if tedious, work of trimming the bushes, sweeping the paths, and other such chores. She had just grown very accustomed to working as Sidney’s assistant and found herself almost lonely, despite the presence of the castle maids.

Alice heaved a sigh and shook her head. She was being silly. Telling herself this, she refocused her attention on her current task of sweeping the path at the entrance of the rose maze, in front of the spectacular castle.

Indeed, the Castle of Diamonds was a beautiful place, with its sharp spires and white stone walls and golden yellow roofs, its expansive gardens of yellow and white roses, its towering walls… In fact, it was as spectacular and imposing as a diamond itself. It had taken Alice a good length of time to grow used to living here, but she was now comfortable in this place.

A ruckus from down the walkway caught her ear; judging by the shouts of “Your Majesty! Where are you?!” it was clear that once again Crysta had slipped off. Alice winced, knowing the myriad of effects this would have, most of them negative. There was no doubt in her mind that Sidney was going to be stressing over this until the young queen was found…

“… Your Majesty! This isn’t a game, Your Ma- oh, Alice.”

And there he was, the Prime Minister of the Castle of Diamonds. High strung as ever and possibly more so than usual thanks to Crysta’s disappearance, he still had his priorities set even with all the work he always had. Then again, Alice had her priorities as well, two of which, interestingly enough, coincided with his.

“Before you ask, I haven’t seen Crysta,” Alice said as Sidney approached her at a fast walk. Shifting her broom to her other hand, she continued, “I’ll be more than happy to help you look, of course.”

“Thank you.” He sighed, rubbing the side of his head. “Once again she has slipped off in the brief moment that my back is turned…”

The first few times Alice had seen Sidney searching for Crysta, she’d thought he was only concerned because work wasn’t getting done. As time passed, however, she’d come to realize that this wasn’t true; he really was concerned about Crysta’s welfare. It had been Crysta’s explanation of why Sidney hated his red eye and why he was working for her that cleared up this matter for the blonde Outsider.

The Black Rabbit who was bitter towards all other rabbits could be gentle, kind even, especially when it came to Crysta and to-

“Are you going to help me or are you going to simply stand there spacing out?” Sidney’s voice broke into Alice’s wandering thoughts. “You look very foolish indeed when staring into space with your mouth hanging open like that.”

… He could also be as bluntly rude as Julius, and that was saying something.

Alice shook herself into awareness and answered mildly, “Everyone always looks foolish to you.”

“Then let me phrase it this way: you looked far more foolish than usual.”

She sighed. Of course. That was just how he was; to expect any other answer from Sidney would be-

A slithering sound from behind drew her attention, and she was in the middle of turning around when something tickled her right leg. She instinctively reached down to swat or brush away whatever it was, only for a sharp prick of pain to bite her fingers.

“~~ Ow!” she exclaimed as she yanked her hand back to stare down at her fingers in surprise. Three spots of blood were welling up from tiny punctures in the skin. But what on earth had caused them

“Alice! Get away from there, immediately!” It was Sidney’s half panicked shout that roused her from her brief daze. Alice looked up at him, and then down at her leg- and shrieked on seeing several green, thorny vines snaking smoothly up her leg.

“If I move away, they’ll cut me!” she yelled in a shrill voice back at Sidney. No sooner had she said this than another vine leaf tickled her other foot, causing her to jerk that foot away without thinking. This only made Alice lose her balance and topple over.

Pain shot through her whole leg now as soon as she landed; the thorns that had previously been just grazing her skin as the vines climbed were forced into her leg by the impact. Alice bit back a cry of pain this time despite that her whole leg burned where the thorns cut into her skin. Blood was already welling up in at least a dozen places and oozing trails down to the grassy ground.

Several gunshots sounded from nearby, and Alice flinched on impulse at the volume. The vines to her surprise stopped growing, for Sidney had severed them from the main plant with those shots. In the next moment Alice was scooped up, carried several meters away, and deposited upon the nearest bench, all before she could mentally sort out what was going on. It wasn’t until she smelled the by now familiar fresh scent like clean linen that she gathered that it was Sidney who had picked her up and moved her here.

Her mind just a little hazy from pain, Alice forced herself to focus by listening to his shouts for a soldier or maid to fetch a doctor to treat Alice’s injuries, to bring a first aid kit in the meantime. “I don’t need a doctor,” she insisted, protested rather. “These are just small cuts- all I need is basic first aid.”

“You be quiet,” Sidney shot back in that tone he used only when very worked up- Alice had long since learned he scolded when worried, would even insult her, yet only his tone was to be taken seriously. “We still need to get these vines off of you before you get an infe- are you even listening to me!? Hold still and stop trying to kick me, you idiot!”

“I can’t help it!” And this was true, because even with the pain from the multitude of cuts, the blood that trickled down her leg and the slightest touch of his fingers tickled.

Trying to hold her leg still, Alice turned her head to the side just a little, her fingers fisting in the front of her skirt as they so often did when she was upset in some way. “Just wait for someone who knows what they’re doing,” she said. “You’re going to get cut from the thorns too!”

He only clicked his tongue. “If you had been paying more attention to your surroundings, I wouldn’t have to help you at all.” With those words, Sidney pushed her skirt farther up her legs.

Reason number two Alice had her hands in her skirt- she’d expected this, her hands keeping the skirt at mid-thigh. “How was I supposed to know that some rose seed would fall and start growing like that!?” she exclaimed with pink cheeks, embarrassed at his words and not his actions. It was an innocent gesture from a young man whose social interactions didn’t reflect his ineptitude in dealing with people one on one. He tried; he was just a different kind of clumsy from Peter.

“You couldn’t have. That is why you needed to pay more attention.”

Eyelid twitching, Alice shot back, “I’m still not used to how fast the plants in this world grow, nor could I have been paying enough attention to have expected that!”

To this Sidney gave no response, just kept focused on what he was doing; Alice sighed and didn’t push him.

As Alice allowed the Black Rabbit to carefully remove the vines the embedded in her leg- he’d adjusted her skirt to reach the top of one vine that had made it to her thigh and that was all- she tried to keep silent, for this hurt more than she wanted to let on. A deep breath in and out was followed by her biting her lip; crying wouldn’t do her any good.

“… Shouldn’t you be searching for Crysta?” she asked at last, voice quiet.

“The soldiers and maids are continuing to search for Her Majesty,” answered Sidney dismissively as he worked free the last vine, the one with the most thorns in Alice’s skin.

“One of them could help me.”

“You’re injured; Her Majesty is not.”

“She could well be.”

“Then when she is found she shall be treated appropriately.” Yet instead of getting up to help search for the truant queen, the Prime Minister continued to kneel in front of the girl who considered herself common and unworthy of any special attention, continued to ever so gently pull free the biting thorns from her leg, ignoring the blood that got on his fingers from this.

It was at this point that Alice noticed that there were several pink scratches running along Sidney’s wrists and the backs of his hand; when she looked closer, she could see that there were other scratches and pricks from the rose vine thorns on his fingers and palms as well. “Just a moment!” she exclaimed, raising her voice without meaning to. “How many times have you been pricked by those thorns?!”

“I’ve lost count,” answered Sidney simply. “Does it really matter?”

“Yes! Yes it does!” He hadn’t given any sign of pain that she’d noticed, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t hurting. Now that she thought about it, the blood on his hands was quite clearly from more than just her injuries. “You shouldn’t just allow yourself to get hurt like that!”

And now Sidney paused, looking up at Alice with an almost intense stare. “Why?” was all that he asked.

Yet when Alice tried to respond, she couldn’t right away, her mouth instead hanging open. It was such a simple answer, that much she knew, and yet… and yet the words wouldn’t come.

Finally she gave up trying to think of an answer and shut her mouth, planted her hands on her hips, and glared down at the Black Rabbit to let the words come naturally. “Because I don’t want you to get hurt!”

“Is that really a good argument?” He’d let his eyes drop down again as he fished from his pocket a handkerchief- black, of course- and began to gently dab the blood from her leg where he could.

“Yes it is. Sidney, are you even listening to me? I don’t want you to get hurt because you’re important to me.”

… All right, that was embarrassing. Alice closed her mouth as heat crept up her neck and face, her words belatedly registering in her mind. Glancing at Sidney, she caught his startled expression and the accompanying pink of his cheeks.

Alice whipped her head away and to the side at the same time that Sidney dropped his head down and cleared his throat. “You don’t have to say such things to make me feel better about myself,” he told her, “especially when I’m not feeling down in any way.”

“I said it because it’s true and because I felt like it, not because I was trying to encourage you,” huffed Alice. On impulse, she reached out to catch both of his hands in hers, ignoring the drying blood there. This brought Sidney’s wide-eyed gaze back to hers, which, despite her red cheeks, she met.

“You don’t like it when I get hurt,” she said slowly, “and I don’t like it when you get hurt. Can you accept that? Let me tend to your cuts when you’ve finished bandaging mine, all right?”

Sidney was silent, apparently processing this. The next moment he gripped Alice’s hands in return and stretched up to press a soft kiss to her lips. “… All right,” he conceded. “Just don’t make a mess of it. I need to be able to work later.”

“Then I hope you take care of my light injuries as well, because I need to get back to work soon too,” answered Alice primly.

As a maid approached at a jog with a box of first aid supplies, Alice gave him a quick kiss in return and said, “I want to return to working with you soon, even if you don’t need the help.”

“I’ll make sure you can.” There it was; that gentle, almost serene stare reserved for only two people- for Crysta and herself.

Maybe she should let him take care of her more often.