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sydney lohmann is many things but superstitious is not one of them.
not until she meets you.
from the very beginning of your relationship together, you gave her a kiss for good luck before each game.
whether she was a starter or a substitute, you didn’t care. you kissed her anyway.
by the time the blonde falls in love with you, she insists upon a good luck kiss before each and every game. it’s become her pre match routine.
and you’re happy to oblige, even when the rest of your bayern teammates tease relentlessly.
honestly, you don’t have a problem with it. you’re never going to have an issue with kissing sydney.
not until your countries are set to play against each other in a friendly.
usually, during international breaks, your girlfriend would video call you before kick off and you would blow her a kiss.
this time, she trails after you during the pitch inspection, ‘please? i love you. please can i just have one kiss?’
you chuckle, ‘sonnenschein no. you are the love of my life but if i give you your good luck kiss, it’ll be like i’m saying i want you to win.’
the midfielder pouts, ‘don’t you always want me to win?’
smiling at her, you say, ‘not when you’re playing against my country.’
‘but i’m an honorary matilda! you said so yourself!’
you roll your eyes with affectionate exasperation, ‘syd, just because your middle name is matilda doesn’t mean i’m going to give you good luck now. goodness knows australia needs all that luck now to beat germany.’
your girlfriend groans in annoyance, ‘then why did you say i’m an honorary matilda? you aren’t even named after an australian city and i am! doesn’t that count for something?’
you giggle, stopping in your tracks so that you can really look at her, ‘not unless you intend on becoming a proper australian and actually play for the tillies.’
sydney huffs, ‘never!’
‘then you’re simply honorary.’
pressing a quick kiss onto her cheek as a compromise, you run off back towards your locker room and leave her standing there in mild outrage.
‘can i least have a proper kiss after the game?’ she yells after a moment.
you laugh out loud and cup your hands around your mouth, turning around for a few seconds to shout, ‘you may!’