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sunday notices the flopping laces to your shoes, and without a second thought for the people surrounding you, or his pristine clothes gaining stains from the dirty concrete, he sweeps in front of you and falls to his knees. sunday pays no mind to your flustered questions, simply grasps your ankle with a gentle, guiding hand, and brings your foot forward to rest on his thigh.

you wobble at first, off-guard and off-balance, you cling to sunday’s shoulders, his clothes wrinkling under your hands. his movements are slow and precise, taking care to double knot the laces and tucks the loops into your shoe to prevent it from coming loose so easily. after checking to see if your other shoe needs tending to, sunday glances up at you through his lashes and smiles.

still uncaring of the people he disturbs by tending to you, his hand snakes its way up from your ankle to your calf, his fingers lightly squeezing. without breaking eye contact, sunday leans forward and presses a burning kiss to your knee. tingles spread out from the touch, your leg turning to jelly as your face flushes with heat. for the rest of the day you walk with sunday’s arm wrapped around yours, the support much needed.

sunday with a darling who wished to journey to other planets because they wanted to explore the cosmos. he was hesitant in supporting their wishes, but after robin left the nest and seemed to thrive on her freedom, sunday ultimately arranged for the best ship to take you on your journey.

you wore a necklace robin gifted you when you were children, she wore a matching one to this day. your ears were studded with gold posts that matched the ones in sunday’s wing. a grin never left your face, and confronted with your happiness, sunday felt a part of himself reluctantly relax.

a picture, you insisted on. you wrapped an arm around robin and sunday’s necks and dragged them to your level, and snapped the picture before sunday could blink. the image was immediately sent to everyone’s phones—a keepsake, you insisted—and goodbyes were shared.

it was time for you to leave. he didn’t want you to leave.

and then—

contact was lost with your ship.

you were nowhere to be found. the first planet marked for your adventure was a well-established planet known for accepting visitors. sunday had privately arranged for someone to escort you through your time there. no one ever saw you or your ship land. it was as if you disappeared like a figment of imagination.

nothing sunday did could bring you back, or make sense of what went wrong. robin tried to drag sunday and herself out of the hole that appeared under their feet, their grief threatening to drag them under. but sunday couldn’t move on, couldn’t strive forward like you did to your demise.

the plan with the festival, to revive ena and bring order to this world—to drag you back to his side because you were always meant to be there—was sunday’s last gamble. imagine his surprise and dread when sunday found a familiar figure standing with the astral express crew, and there wasn’t a signal sign of recognition in your eyes.

❀ 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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