- Prompt: Robin Notices Her Brother's Little (huge) Crush On You. - Sunday X Gn!reader - Wc: 829 - Warnings:

❀ ˎˊ- prompt: robin notices her brother's little (huge) crush on you. ❀ ˎˊ- sunday x gn!reader ❀ ˎˊ- wc: 829 ❀ ˎˊ- warnings: maybe ??? ooc sunday idk sunday doesnt exactly have smitten moments ❀ ˎˊ- a/n: wrote this to calm the voices because this man is rotating in my brain rent free during exam week (i wrote this before finishing the 2.2 quest please dont attack me i am just a girl) ❀ ˎˊ- img credits

They're quivering again.

The first time, Robin convinces herself that she must’ve imagined it. She brushes it off and continues her conversation with her brother - detailing all of the things she’d seen during her tour throughout the cosmos while he listens patiently, as he always has.

But then comes a second, and a third, and then a fourth time, and Robin knows that she isn’t hallucinating from a lack of sleep.

It doesn’t help that Sunday’s eyes aren’t exactly focused either. Usually, they’re soft and attentive, reflecting how eagerly he listens to her stories. But today, they’re distracted - honed in on something in the distance as if caught in a daze. And those wings of his - fluttering ever so slightly, a tell-tale sign that has Robin smiling knowingly.

“Brother?” she says softly. When that doesn’t work, she gently snaps her fingers before his face.

Instantly Sunday startles, blinking rapidly before his attention returns to Robin and he settles back into his serene state. Robin giggles at him, and Sunday merely rolls his eyes playfully in return.

“Sorry about that,” Sunday says sheepishly, coughing into his fist. “With the Charmony Festival approaching, I’m afraid my mind has been rather… preoccupied.”

Ah, yes, the Charmony Festival - a convenient excuse, Robin thinks amusedly. But for her brother’s sake, she plays along.

“You really should rest, brother,” she lightly chides him, “even if you are the Oak Family head, all this stress isn’t good for you.”

Sunday smiles warmly. “Yes, of course.”

They both know he isn’t going to listen (stubbornness runs in the family), but at least Robin can’t say she didn’t try.

Her brother’s gaze wanders again, and his wings follow suit. Robin almost sighs in exasperation at how obvious Sunday is being. Suddenly, she’s grateful that they were the only Halovians in Penacony with wings - Xipe knows the embarrassment they’d face if someone caught on.

As discreetly as possible, she sneaks a peak behind her to follow Sunday’s gaze and pinpoint the source of his distraction.

She doesn’t find much, just a few Dreamchasers talking amongst themselves - a common sight in Golden Hour. They aren’t doing anything out of the ordinary, simply eating and enjoying the sights as any normal tourist would. Just as she’s about to question Sunday, her gaze lands on you.

You weren’t doing anything special, no, but something about the way you carried yourself and talked with the people around you made you stand out, as if a ring of light had enshrouded you like a halo. There was no hostility nor malice that Robin could discern in your features, only pure joy and warmth that reminded her of a fireplace.

If she had to describe you in one word, it would be freedom.

“Who are they?” she whispers, leaning closer to Sunday so that he can hear her. Sunday flinches, heat rising to his face as he realizes he’s been caught.

“N-No one, really,” he hastens to deter her. “Just another Dreamchaser, one of the Nameless who came to Penacony on vacation.”

“Really?” Robin teases, fully facing him now. “They don’t look like ‘just another Dreamschaser’ to me.”

She’s never seen her brother so nervous. “…And what makes you say that?”

Robin daintily points to one of her wings, fighting back her laughter as the realization slowly dawns on Sunday. “You were fluttering, brother.”

Within the blink of an eye, Sunday’s skin burns bright red. He buries his face in his hand with a groan, and Robin bursts out laughing, soft giggles escaping her as Sunday’s wings, his traitors, come to shield his face from the embarrassment.

“It’s okay,” she finally manages out. “I’m glad you’ve found someone you like that much.”

“That’s not-” Sunday sighs in defeat, realizing that any argument was futile. Pinching his nose, he tries to salvage the situation with a deep breath. “Putting that aside, what were you saying about Asdana?”

Robin plants her hands on her hips, a mischievous gleam in her eye. “Don’t try to change the subject, Sunday.”

“No, I’m sure you’ve more interesting stories -” Sunday tries to prattle on - anything to escape this conversation. Robin has half a mind to pinch his cheek until he caves, but she doesn’t have to.

In the midst of his pitiful attempts to turn the conversation topic elsewhere, Sunday’s gaze betrays him and wanders to you again - only this time, you’re looking at him first. Your eyes meet for a second, and you offer him a friendly smile and wave.

And that’s all it takes for him to melt.

Robin watches, entertained, as Sunday waves back, his wings now flapping in delight at the brief interaction. His smile is relaxed now, and his eyes are drowning in something that Robin can only describe as lovesickness.

She lets out a loud sigh, fondly shaking her head as she looks at her brother.

There’s no doubt in her heart now - he’s smitten.

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forever. — ft. aventurine

— warnings: slight spoilers to the current trailblaze mission.

— author's note: in celebration of (almost) aventurine day have this short drabble i made in school inspired by the song forever by noah kahan. also happy 100 followers <3

aventurine was afraid of many things, one of them was “finality.” there's too much uncertainty and boredom affiliated with it. ever since he joined the IPC his life has been everything but boring. everyday he travels from one world to another making high stake deals that could cost him more than he expects, but he still pursued those stakes because who was he if not the ever cocky and lucky peacock of the stonehearts.

but recently, he's come to understand that “finality” — forever per your terms — wasn’t so bad. because to you, forever meant the countless possibilities that the world could throw at you unexpectedly. the limitless joys that can be found in every corner of the galaxy just sitting there waiting to be found.

aventurine wonders if he's one of those many joys you've witnessed; because you were certainly one of his.

how could he ever forget that one fine evening in one of his travels when he just happen to be stuck in a storm and coincidentally bumped into you, looking so breathtakingly out of this world. the many tours you took him on the day after, the shopping trips in the local and fancy markets of the planet in the weeks to come, and not to forget when you laid yourself bare to him under the promises of the many stars that hung from the sky.

“i wouldn't mind staying here forever,” aventurine wonders what that would be like, to settle down in this humble little world with you by his side. “but there's still so much i haven't seen yet — so many things you haven't seen yet. so the next time we bump into each other, let's get drunk at the tavern again.”

forever was once a burden to aventurine, but under that night sky his initial idea of forever took a turn because it wasn't a sentence to death; it was a gift he received from you.

“you're going to meet someone special in the middle of july,” his younger peared at him curiously. “they're going to show you one of the many joys the galaxy has to offer. you'll tell them that they're broke but still have so much richness in their heart.” he chuckles fondly when your face flashed in his mind, the times of when you slung a drunken arm over his shoulder and gave him another drink. “even after seeing every broken bone in your body they'll just laugh it off and say that it'll heal with them around.”

kakavasha smiled at the fondness on his older self’s face. the same purple eyes with rings of cyan stared at him when he kneeled down and patted his head. “and on the night of the final day on july, in a drunken haze, you'll say “my grip on you might loosen - you're not meant to be caged in one place - but i won't ever let you go.”

“why won't you let go of them?” kakavasha asked with a tilt of his head. aventurine only smiled and ruffled the younger boy's hair, “because they made the confident claim that we wouldn't be alone for the rest of our live with them by our side.”

aventurine used to believe that forever meant being sentenced to death, but forever also meant for as long as possible. he wouldn't mind being sentenced to forever as long as it was with you.

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