#happy birthday geno!

[carpehistoryandthepens]

Legacy (what is a legacy?) Part 4

It’s planting seeds in a garden you never get to see I wrote some notes at the beginning of a song someone will sing for me

Hamilton, the world was wide enough. LMM.

one, two, three

Summary: Mike is 13. Born May 2009. Sid didn’t know he had a son. All Mike had was hope and a prayer for his and his half-sister’s safety.

(Sid is a dad of a teen he didn’t know about AU) Sidgeno.

Warnings: (for the total story) post-child abuse (all off-screen but it affects things and is spoken about often), learning how to parent, panic attacks, anxiety, based on last season, OCs?, realization about sexuality. Post breakups. Desperate lack of in-depth research for CPS in both PA/CA, melodrama?, kidfic, angst, slowburn, playing fast and loose with the law for drama/storytelling purposes.

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Taking the ice for practice the day after talking to Geno over lunch, Sid felt much more centered than he had the day before. He was ready for this season. He could face the public, his team, his enemies, other teams, the media, kids being adorable with the Little Penguins. No matter what happens, he was prepared for this season.

Talking with Geno always helped get him in the right mindset for a season. That had been true since the moment they met in Mario's home. 

Geno was already in the locker room when sid got there, which would have been a surprise, but some fans had cornered Sid on the way in. While Sid had been stuck signing various hats, cards, and jerseys, Geno had blown past him in one of his super small, fast cars. 

Geno shot him a confident smile when they stepped onto the ice, immediately grabbing the puck sid was going for and starting to play keep-away. Sid felt that grin to the bottom of his toes. They could do this. They could take on anything.

The practice is still open to the public. The Return-to-Normal season operations was a relief. It was weird during the pandemic not tohave fans in the stands for most of training camp. Sid had long learned to ignore the people in the stands, which made their absence even more glaring. As the team warmed up and got ready for whatever Sully would throw at them that day, Sid looked around the stands. 

Having games and practices in arenas with no one to watch in person was even more bizarre than just practice rinks. It seemed like a punishment rather than protection. He understood, mostly - some of the Covid rules were just stupid, but Sid followed them as a good leader should.  

He was glad that the pandemic was past the first few years. Sid kind of missed going out with the masks, though. It had been a long time (if ever) since he had been that incognito in Pittsburgh. 

Sid pushed past the returned novelty of fans in the stands for training camp and focused on what Sully was saying. He could both be happy the fans were back and still frustrated that all he saw was families. Today was a good day to remind himself why he loved to play for people, even if they included people who got to live parts of life he never would. 

The next time he looked up and focused on the people surrounding the ice, the practice was half over. He paused to lean on the boards near the benches and get water from a waiting Bio Steel bottle. Sid frowned at it for a second before he took a swig. He hated change, and this was a big one. Sid couldn't help his mental expression at the new branding could be summed up as ">:("

As Sid gazed out at the stands, he took note of the people who had come. Many reporters, obviously, a few families were watching the practice, and a few WAG hopefuls all styled up and attempting to catch the attention of the rookies without looking too desperate. Some of the rookies had parents in the stands. Sid nodded at the group.  

It was a school day, so as Sid expected, there were fewer kids than yesterday. Sid put his water bottle down and reminded himself that he should give some of the younger ones a puck or two before he got off the ice at some point. He might be dying for kids now, and interacting with them hurt on some level, but he wouldn't ignore some hopeful young hockey fans. He took one long look around to take stock of the age group – that would determine if it was a puck or a stick he gave away – but Sid's eyes locked on the kid directly opposite the bench in the stands. 

It was the same kid as yesterday, looking even more exhausted and rumpled and staring at him with familiar eyes framed with bruises. The kid was wearing the same clothing as the day before, and now that Sid was looking at him closely, there was a faded black eye and a cut on his face. The kid's wary expression let Sid doubt that the enforcer look was only because of hockey. At least not the U16 he was thinking about yesterday. 

The boy looked even more tired than the day before, and the girl was running around playing with a worn stuffed unicorn, and Sid saw a small, purple child's size luggage sitting next to the overstuffed hockey bag. The boy wasn't wearing a jacket; his - or at least Sid assumed it was his – was wrapped around the girl as she moved along the benches of the stands, making her seem smaller than she probably was. 

Something about them set off every bell in Sid's head. The teen tempted the girl into eating a pretzel from the snack counter and drinking from a blue shaker bottle with a Superman emblem and about a dozen stickers. 

Sid kept an eye on them for the rest of the practice. It was the last rep he finally got close enough to take in all the details about the kids. What he saw nearly made Sid trip over his skates. 

Littering the skin up and down the teen's uncovered arms were bruises in various stages of healing. Sid had spent too long in the hockey world not to know the timeline of most bruising like the back of his hand. Most of the bruises that decorated the kid's face looked at least a week to two weeks old but were deep. 

There was bruising on the boy's face, and, when the oversized jacket sleeve slipped down, there was bruising along the girl's arms, and fading black eyes on both. Sid felt his stomach drop; The girl couldn't be over four years old. The teen was young too. Hell, Sid might be optimistic about calling the kid a teen. He didn't know. 

One of the WBS defensemen stole the puck from him, and Sid jerked his attention back to the drill. He won the puck back and nearly scored. Jarry's creative swearing let Sid know the goalie was ready for the season. 

The moment he could, Sid broke off and caught the attention of one of Tag's practice assistants and a trainer. The assistant is in school to be a counselor – a sports counselor but a counselor, nonetheless. The trainer was back up. Anthony and Charlie. At the moment, Sid did not remember which was which. All he could hear was the blood rushing in his ears as he realized what might be going on. 

Sid had to do something. And this was the best idea he had on short notice. 

The two walked away; Sid attempted to force his attention back to the practice entirely. He kneeled with the other guys at center ice and listened carefully to Sully's instructions. He did his best at the 'actual last, I promise; I'm planning on working you hard for the game tomorrow' drill. 

Sid did his best not to look back at the bench where Anthony and Charlie were still talking to the kid and his sister during the rest of practice. 

He wasn't successful by the side eyes most of the team gave him. They shuffled him along as they returned to the center ice to stretch and cool down. When the team let him settle down, Sid had a clear view of the conversation happening in the stands, even if he couldn't hear it. Rinks never had good acoustics for conversation - just the sound of pucks hitting boards and blades scraping on ice. 

Sid looked around at his team, annoyed to be so blatantly caught. Geno smirked at him, delighting in his pout. "Why the ring around the Rosie?" Sid bit out, trying to keep his eyes away from the small group off the ice. He failed with a quick glance at the stands.

Rusty laughed a little under his breath. "Sid. You kept getting distracted." That got a lot of mummers of agreement from the guys. 

"Yeah," Carts said from across the circle, "Dude, whatever you're planning on doing, I'm sure it will be accepted. You are Sidney Crosby." That got a roll of laughter from the team. 

Sid didn't want to explain, at least not on the ice. "Fine, if that's what you think, Cartsy, you can lead the team in stretches." Sid put his captain's voice on to ensure the conversation ended. 

Jeff grumbled jokingly but did as he was told, taking the cue from Sid to drop the topic. 

For now. 

Sid knew his team and was unsurprised when he was inundated with questions when they were off the ice and back in the practice rink's locker room. Their voices were a loud happy cacophony that Sid could bearly make out individual questions from. 

"Sid, what's up?" 

"Who's the kid, Sid?" 

"Whatcha planning?" 

"Ooo, are you going to steal some kids, cap?" 

"Nah, he's going to make a kid's day, rookie!" 

Sid watched his team gently chip him over his actions as he always did. Sid let the group go on for a while they all got changed and ready for the showers. The team video review wasn't until after lunch, and that wasn't for an hour. 

Sully seemed pleased at how the team skated during practice, so he hadn't followed them into the locker room to finish getting his points across. 

The team was feeling it, and Sid was happy just to let the atmosphere of the room wash over him. Geno draped himself over his shoulder despite his locker being across the room. He was mostly undressed from his kit and had a towel wrapped around his broad shoulders. Sid wanted to bite them like always, but the feeling wasn't new or uncommon around the rink, so Sid didn't think of it too much. He always felt like that around a good set of shoulders - jealously or envy, he had long attributed it to. "Now, Sidney Crosby, help all the kids. He does not just steal one." Geno crooned. 

Tanger snorted disbelievingly as he passed toward the showers, and Dumo and Rusty gaffed as they trailed behind him. 

"G." Jake said as he pulled off the last of his gear and walked away from his stall, "You know the WAGs have a standing suggestion to new parents to the team that if their kid goes missing, just call Sid first? That they are most likely with him?" 

Sid shook Geno off in protest and glared at the room. He pulled off his jersey and gear, saying, "That was once! With Duper's kids! Twelve years ago!" Sid had a distinct impression that he squawked, but he refused to admit that in the room. To do so was to admit weakness and allow the sharks (Geno, Tanger, Rusty, Dumo, Jeff, Petey…. well, his whole damn team, now that Sid thought about it) to take advantage. While he was just one of the boys, the key was not to be too obvious. 

Geno laughed as he walked away from Sid's stall and toward the showers. "Anna has that too!" he said, completely selling out Sid's occasional 'Can I borrow your son?' outings with Nikita. "He always brings back." 

So sue Sid, they didn't happen often but often enough that Anna has called Sid before. Rarely…. But it has happened. Nikita was a delight. 

The team laughed and didn't stop the chirping until most of them were well into the post-practice showers. 

Sid glared at Geno, mostly jokingly, in a good mood after the worry Sid had carried all practice. But making Sid happy was Geno's goal as he grinned at Sid as they washed off. So, Sid did his best to plot instead of admitting how happy Geno's attention made him.

While Sid couldn't believe Geno would sell him out like that, he knew it was meant in a good place. So, Sid would have to do something to get Geno back appropriately. Nothing too bad, but something that let Geno know that it was not ok just to sell him out to the team like that. 

From Geno's smirk in the showers, Geno could feel Sid's thought process. Which now made it a challenge for Sid to prank Geno. This was the game they had been playing for years, and Sid was looking forward to it. 

Sid was grateful that the reporters wouldn't be allowed into the room post-practice for another week. That meant he could be there with the boys and their post-practice chirping. 

When Sid finally got washed off and returned to his stall, the trainer's assistant and Jen entered the room. 

Immediately the loud, boisterous chatter of the boys' post-practice died off as attention turned to the pair. When Jen came into the locker room - one of them had media, and they wouldn't be able to fight it. Her people only called her in when they needed the big guns. 

"Sid," the trainer said in an odd tone; Anthony, Sid remembered, Tag's assistant was Charlie. That's right. "Can you come with us?" 

Sid didn't even wait, "Is it about the kids?" 

Anthony hesitated a weird expression on his face. 

However, Jen didn't pause. "Yes. Can you come?" she said firmly. Her ability to hold an even expression is one of the reasons she was so damn good at her job, but around her eyes, there was a hint of disbelief and shock. 

Sid didn't think most of the team could see that except him, Tanger, and Geno. The ones who had been with her the longest. 

The sudden pit in his stomach was growing with each passing word. Something was up. 

God, he hoped he wasn't right, 

"Just let me get dressed," Sid said, rapidly reaching for his street clothes.

"Come on, G, you know you want to make a kid's day," Tanger called from across the room, sounding unaffected in a way that belied how his eyes were worried. He was mostly dressed and fixing his hair. 

Geno laughed, nearly genuine – if someone hadn't been with the man damn near daily since they had been teenagers, like Sid, Tanger, or even Jen had been, "Yes. Make day; see me!" 

That broke the team's silence. The rest of the team fell back into the regular routine of getting ready for lunch and video review; Sid sped through getting dressed. There was an odd atmosphere to the chirping and yelling. Everyone on the team saw something was up and followed Sid's leadership in acting normally. 

Jen didn't protest, but Anthony looked like he might. Most of the team missed Jen's slight nod but not the core. 

Sid was officially weirded out by this and had to know what was happening. 

Tanger and Geno flanked him as they followed Jen and Anthony into a trainer's room just off the practice ice. Sid had been in the room several times; it wasn't the principal trainer's room in the practice rink – closer to the locker room – but it was smaller but fully stocked. 

It usually wasn't occupied by two kids, and a woman Sid had never seen before but had a badge around her neck with Child Welfare Services written on it and her name directly underneath, Helena. 

Sid opened his mouth to greet the kids in a standard meet and greet, but something stopped him. Maybe it was the boy's baby fat or the way he stood as he met Sid's gaze and steeled himself, but the kid looked just like Sid did in the photos and videos of interviews from when he was young. 

Tanger and Geno filtered into the room as Sid stepped through. It was crowded in the small office now, but by the stern look the CWS rep gave him, something more important than fire codes or sitting places was up. 

"Sid," Jen said, then paused, seemingly unable to find the words. 

Charlie took over. "Sid, this is Michael Hernandez and his sister Marisol Hernandez-Diaz." He gestured to the boy and the little girl. 

"Hello, Michael. Hi, Marisol." Sid said, finally putting on his 'meet and greet with kids' face. He likes kids, and it was close to the genuine smile any of his media smiles got. 

Michael didn't respond beyond just staring at Sid, but that sometimes happens, so Sid chose not to worry too much. 

His sister waved a hand excitedly in the air. "Hola!" she sang out, taking her attention away from her brother for a moment. There was a Spanish accent to her words. Whomever her parents were, they were teaching her to be bilingual. 

Sid offered her a hand to shake. And she took with delight, her smile bright and wide. 

"Mike! Water p'r favor." she asked when she looked away from Sid. 

Her question shook Michael from his staring, “Claro, Mari, aquí está tu taza,” he said in Spanish. He held out the blue shaker bottle. Marisol took it carefully and didn't spill anything as she drank. 

Sid didn't understand the words, but he did understand the motions. He watched them interact with a deep longing that he didn't expect. Sid pushed the smile on his face a little harder. He would not mess this up for the kids just because he wanted to be a father. 

"Sid," Jen said again. 

Sid turned, and Jen gestured to the chair next to her. "You might want to sit down for this." 

Sid raised an eyebrow but made no move to the chair, choosing to remain standing. "What's up?" he wasn't injured. So why had she asked?

"Michael here," Jen said bluntly, "He thinks you are his biological father." 

Sid hadn't fainted in years, not since the worst of the concussion, but he came damn close. 

He stumbled and nearly collapsed into the chair that Jen pointed out. 

Behind him, Tanger and Geno hurried forward to flank him in the chair. Geno put a hand on his solder to keep Sid from leaning too far forward. 

Michael was watching him react. He was staring at Sid with an expression that Sid could read, mainly because it was a Forbes expression from the bones. Literally. He had Sid's cheek and pre-surgery jaw. Hope and fear. Like he didn't know how he would survive if he got what he wanted, good and bad. 

The last time he had seen that expression, his sister had told him of the college she was going to for hockey. It came from his mother's side of the family. 

And Michael looked just like him. 

But also, Sid's eyes were staring back at him with that expression. 

Oh. 

Oh shit.

[malkwin]

Happy birthday Geno !!! | feat. some of my favourite purple tinted shots of him

[officialfriendclub]

Collective birthday event (on Freshs actual birthday) for 300 followers! All AU sans’ are open for asks so go hog wild.

happy funny number birthday Fresh!

[theartsynebulawhodoodles]

UNDERTALE’S BIRTHDAY AND TUMBLR SANS AU SEXYMAN CELEBRATION ART! (Ft. The girls {my oc and self sona} fangirling over Error-)

Happy 9th anniversary/birthday Undertale! Undertale has been a big part of my life for years and has helped me get through many things in my life. I’ll always love Undertale (and Undertale AU’S) and it will always hold a very special and big place in my heart 🩵

Congrats to Error for winning Sans AU SEXYMAN 2024! I honestly thought he would get second place again this year. It was fun watching the voting. I honestly thought Dream might of won this year lol. Congrats to Error! Cytherea and my Self Sona (Nebula) are fangirling as you can see. I’ll post a little bit about the two soon!

Error Sans belongs to LoverofPiggies

Undertale belongs to Toby Fox

Cytherea and Nebula belong to me!

[thebad-lydrawn-sanses]

This is just a reminder that Fresh hates his actual birthday which will be tomorrow-

Banner: HAPPY BIRTHDAY FRESH

Error: what if-

Geno: CAN WE PLEASE GET THIS OVER WITH

[qin-qin16]

cw.: Geno x Reader, old dog coded, animal traits, can be platonic or romantic, he's still a little brat…

note: happy birthday @vanglaggle !! Here is a gift for you!! Puppy Geno strikes again

"They're getting rougher..." You whispered softly, as your fingers lightly massaged the pads of Geno's hands; you remember them being softer, almost having a kind of shine to them.

Now, all your fingers could feel was the thick, rough layer that had hardened over time, with little white flakes tearing at the surface — Geno surely scratches them when you're not looking.

Before you could murmur about how lazy he was for not even taking care of his own hands, Geno lightly bumped his head against yours — his version of a violent affection, as he calls it.

"Ouch!" you hiss, groaning softly as he begins to rub his face against yours. "This won't soften the lecture I'm going to give you." You pull away slightly, looking for any redness around the melted socket where his eye should be.

"And you need to stop banging your eye on my head!" But your words don't even seem to have entered that dense skull of his.

Your shoulder quickly became a comfortable spot for Geno to rest his face. You could hear his deep, somewhat raspy breath, scratching your neck as his cold cheeks brushed against your skin.

With a soft sigh, your fingers began to lightly massage his grayish phalanges, being careful around the pads so as not to aggravate their condition.

"You're trying to distract me again, aren't you?" All you get in response is a slow lick on your jaw.

As sweet as the action was, you knew Geno’s eye socket would be filled with smugness, as if he knew you could never stay mad at him for long — not after his unusual gestures of affection and his tail gently wagging, softs pat pat pat against the cushions.

"Just... take a little better care of yourself, alright?" Geno lets out a soft chuckle at your words, pulling back slightly to roll his eyes over your face, seemingly looking for something.

Then, a small smile spreads across his bony lips, as if he had finally found what he was searching for.

"I will, don't worry," your fingers finally intertwine with his — your palm feeling the pads of his hand against your skin, both already roughened by time. Geno pauses for a moment, his breath catching before he exhales slowly, "It's a promise..."

It’s your turn to rest your face against his shoulder, breathing in the scent of the scarf he always loved to wear, the faint smell of home lingering on him.

"Okay?" he murmurs against your forehead.

"Okay."

Pat, pat, pat, his tail wags more vigorously against the couch.

[howlsofbloodhounds]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!! (Hope I'm not late TvT)

GRgehehheh I can't draw rn but I'll give some headcanons I have on the back burner of my mind

- Valentine by Laufey is definitely Killermare's / ColorKiller's song

- The star sanses are the most overworked sanses ever and if they do have vacations they have dates in underswap because they feel the safest there

- Imagine Killer meeting Color for the first time after being with Nightmare for so long, like, His eyes already got so used to the dark that seeing Color literally blinded him or something

- Geno and Dream are secret besties

- Bad Sans poly but everyone has a major crush on killer meanwhile Killer is the most oblivious one out of all of them

- Epic likes to show Delta memes but Delta does NOT know what the hell memes are (I like to imagine he's just a guy that doesn't get into internet culture a lot)

- Domestic ColorKiller but Killer adopts a stray black cat that reminds him of Nightmare (he's coping)

I have more but these are the ones I remember the most shfhwhhdhw

Thank you! Dw, you’re not late!

And I have to give that song a listen to soon, but i love that yall are recommending me songs, please keep doing that 🙏. And the idea of both Color and Delta not being very big online people is hilarious, because they have no clue whatsoever what Epic is talking about, but at least Epic has Cross and Killer.

Bad Sans Poly where Killer is oblivious is adorable, but i raise you that Killer is very aware and just thinks it isn’t real—and if it is real, then it’ll pass.

Honestly i think Color would be supportive of Killer having a cat like that. Killer may be more hesitant, because it’s not like he misses Nightmare for any emotional reasons or Nightmare as a person—he just got used to his presence, the purpose provided, although he definitely prefers what Color offers more—and if he’s trying to “be better,” and “good” then missing Nightmare might be “bad.”

Only Color comes in clutch, reassuring him that emotions are not “good” or “bad”, and no one gets to tell him who he can or can’t miss—regardless of what his relationship with those people might’ve been.

So long as Killer is aware of the harm done to him, that it was undeniably wrong and unwarranted and not deserved at all, hes entitled to feeling or thinking whatever he feels or thinks about nightmare. And that doesn’t make him “bad” and isnt a sign of backtracking or making no progress—and i think killer would definitely be the one focusing on being taught how to be a “good person” part, using color as his moral compass, even though color is just more focused on keeping him safe, healthy, happy and recovering.

{ @orchidlikesgamez }

[akaneya]

happy birthday to ERROR!

geno and error belongs to @loverofpiggies

[sunshine-gumdrop]

Geno embracing hot girl summer!

Edit! It is his birthday too! July 31

[sniker28dog]

Happy Birthday CQ!!!

Drawing dedicated entirely to one of the most influential people in the Undertale community even after his absence! @loverofpiggies!

[thechildoffandoms95]

i been so busy (┬┬﹏┬┬) have some geno birthday art ! ! (i know i'm late!

geno belongs to loverofpiggies

reaper belongs to renrink

[mel-sheep]

Hooray! Happy birthay to this sweet little boy. I swear, i love him so much , the cutest! ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა Goth belongs to : @nekophy

[lonenime]

ArtDump and Doodles of most of him. BeLATED Birthday to Geno (;_;) 8/6

Tried to finish this sooner than I expected then irl stuff got me and it took late *sighs* but I'm so proud of it, can't believe I made this... Gave it more effort than the other two... -w- I did try to RUSH it but didn't make it yesterday to bc. T_T

Seeing Geno's genuine smile makes Reaper fall in love all over again... So cute. ^w^

Geno Sans - CrayonQueen

Reaper Sans - Renrink

[skellavelva]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GENO!! WISHING THE BEST FOR MY FAVORITE GUY!!!

Just finished reading Aftertale the other day so this was like perfect timing. Although didn't know it was this guy's big day so had to slightly rush the idea. Man his story made me tear up just ever so slightly, love this guy!

Messy sketch below

[starscape724]

hppy birfday bestie 🩷🎂

Super happy birthday to @i-am-valadin, my bestest friend, partner in crime, chaotic other half, etc etc

I love you so so so much and every year with you on this earth is nothing but great. Never before have I met anybody as kind, patient, funny, (like on the floor bawling my eyes out laughing funny,) and just overall a wonderful human being and person to be around.

I feel like you really get me and match my weird, and I love being weirdos together

I hope you have a wonderful birthday bro i love you again mwa mahe h 🫶

[nothingherebutchaos]

HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY GOTHHH

I forgor to do this yesterday so I'm a day late xd But here are some comics/doodles with Goths family ^^

Goth by: @nekophy Geno by: @loverofpiggies Reaper by: @renrink Raven by: @echoiarts

^ All very amazing creators! ;D