#my sunturine heart

[the-original-skipps]

YOOOOOー

[quasarifxxy]

if you're a sunturine/avenday fan you are required to Read this fic. i have never been the same ever since

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56593471/chapters/143841502

⚠️ graphic depictions of violence, major character death, and a dash of tragedy :)

[pennameless]

(my sleep deprived ramblings of how sunturine could make sense in canon/be canon compliant in a potential fic I want to write)

I think Sunturine has so much canon potential, but it would require Aventurine forgiving Sunday and being open to a friendship, and the odds of that happening in canon are slim (but never zero… stay aven-pilled)

I want to write a fic of them reconciling, but I don’t want it to be unrealistic/Aventurine forgiving Sunday too quickly and being OOC. They’re both such complex characters and hard to write… 😭

Honestly I think their Penacony interactions set the tone for everything going forward. And there was def a flirty vibe on both sides… I think they could have had additional offscreen interactions that establish an… interest in each other…

Then maybe Aven visits him when he is imprisoned by the IPC. I think seeing Sunday humbled (and aware of his errors) is good for Aventurine. Maybe some of the hostility is there would go away, and Aven would just be intrigued by this man whose dreams slipped away between his fingers, now stuck rebuilding his identity and status from the ground up.

I think it’s pretty established that Sunday holds no ill will towards aventurine; others have analyzed the impact Aven had on Sunday, and how he sees him fondly. I think he is interested in interacting with him again for sure.

The problem is, how do I make these two naturally meet again? They may both be curious/interested in each other but not enough to seek e/o out. I had an idea where Sunday, after leaving the Express, travels the stars by himself, and despite all odds, he would end up on a planet where Aventurine is currently on a job. Unlikely, but not impossible (aven mindset…), and from there they bump into each other and very awkwardly chat and decide to get dinner together. Over dinner I can see them having a heart-to-heart about what happened in Penacony, their own personal experiences and their interactions with each other. This would ease the tension even more.

After this, Sunday would the one who initiates contact; aventurine is one of the few he’s opened up to, and he actually likes the guy. So maybe they text a bit and become sorta-friends that way.

Sunday does still have an IPC debt to pay, too, so that could be a reason they might run into each other. I want to make them see each other somewhat consistently, so their relationship develops naturally.

I need to sleep lmao. I’ll probably ramble more tomorrow or soon. Just trying to become the Aeon of Shipping by literally rearranging the stars to make these 2 kiss lol

[aloudice]

KDVSKDBSJ MY SUNTURINE HEART

Avenday theatre AU where Aventurine is the male lead, Robin is the female lead, and Sunday is the pianist in the pit orchestra.

[This got a lot longer than I expected and it kind of transforms into a fic format but still very rambly. Should I revise and make a full fic?]

Robin starts spending a lot of time with Aventurine during and outside of rehearsals, so Sunday sees him more frequently. Sunday starts crushing on Aventurine but he's still in his repressed/denial/religious guilt phase. He pushes the feelings away for a while, but deep down he's fallen hard. For a bit he's jealous of his sister, thinking there's something going on between them, before Robin casually mentions that he's gay (which somehow Sunday didn't realize), and Sunday feels weirdly relieved and hopeful.

So during combined rehearsals, Sunday catches himself looking at Aventurine quite a few times, and Aventurine notices. At this time Sunday is kind of known for being really religious and lowkey homophobic, so Aventurine does not like him. At the same time, he's always had a little suspicion that Sunday was not as straight as he made himself out to be, and now he's very suspicious that Sunday might like him. Aventurine is intrigued; he can't deny Sunday's beauty, and this new development is too fascinating to not investigate.

During breaks in rehearsals, Aventurine starts taking every opportunity to flirt with/bother Sunday. Sunday is taken aback. He denies Aventurine each time, but he's really flustered and awful at hiding it. Aventurine notices and uses it, trying to unravel Sunday's good-Christian-boy facade and see what's underneath. Sunday's reactions to Aventurine's prodding are always a strange mix of frustration and excitement. It's getting harder and harder to ignore his feelings and he's terrified.

It's too much for Sunday to handle on his own, so one day, he sits Robin down and says he needs to tell her something. His voice shakes and he confesses that he's in love with a boy, that he hates himself for this sin and he's terrified for what it means. Robin is shocked. She wraps her brother in a tight hug and doesn't let go. Sunday can't control the tears running down his face. Robin tells him that it's not wrong, it's not a sin, and he's not a bad person. Sunday is surprised, because she grew up with the same religious teachings. What changed? They discuss it for a long time. Robin talks about her changed relationship with faith, and how she still believes but rejects the hateful version of religion that she grew up in. Sunday had never thought about that before; it was always "believe and don't question." With this epiphany, things begin unraveling and Sunday's perspective starts to change.

At the next rehearsal, Aventurine is annoying and flirty as usual, but now Sunday can see it for what it is. "Aventurine," he says one day as his arm is around Sunday's shoulder. "Are you mocking me?"

Aventurine's face changes immediately. "Of course not. What kind of jerk do you take me for?"

"So you're just playing with me. Got it." Sunday walks away, stone-faced, and Aventurine is left gaping, not sure why his heart is sinking.

Aventurine doesn't talk to Sunday for a few days, until it's the last dress rehearsal. During their intermission break, Aventurine pulls Sunday aside.

"What do you want?" he asks. Aventurine is wearing stage makeup, and his eyes are so beautiful. Sunday avoids looking at them.

Aventurine sighs. "I owe you an apology." Sunday looks up in surprise. "You're right. I was prodding you to see how you'd react. That wasn't cool of me."

Sunday doesn't know what to make of this. "I forgive you," he says. He looks Aventurine in the eyes, then looks away, nerves high.

"You sure? You really don't have to. I know I was being a total jerk." Sunday is silent. Is he- nervous? Aventurine stares right into his golden eyes and dares to lean a little closer. "Though, I must admit," he says so quietly it's practically a murmur, "I was wondering if... maybe I was right?"

Sunday's heart skips a beat and he meets Aventurine's eyes. "Right about what?"

They're really close now, and their eyes are locked. Sunday feels warm. Is Aventurine getting closer? What is he doing?

"Places!"

Sunday steps back and almost crashes into a rack of costumes. He looks at Aventurine in panic, but Aventurine gives a small smirk. "Later, Sunday," he says, voice dripping with honey. Sunday tries to calm his racing heart. What just happened?

It turns out that Robin witnessed their interaction, and on the way home from rehearsal, she asks, "So, Aventurine?" Sunday's heart leaps.

"What about him?" he asks, on guard. Robin shrugs and hums innocently. They drive in silence for a couple more seconds before Sunday cracks. "I don't know what to make of him, Robin. I mean, he's certainly just using me, right?"

"He's a big flirt, that's for sure. But... I think he's like you."

"Like me?"

"He acts far more confident than he really is. Puts up a facade and never gives away his hand, so to speak."

"I see."

Robin turns to face Sunday, who glances at her momentarily before returning his eyes to the road. She says, "I think he's gentler than he lets on. He masks his feelings with grandiose gestures, but he isn't cruel. At least, that's what it seems like to me."

Sunday hums in acknowledgment. "Perhaps."

And then it's opening night, and everything is a blur, but Sunday isn't nervous about the performance so much as what he plans to do after. See, he has an ace up his sleeve this time. He's throwing caution to the wind, ignoring the voice in his head that tells him no.

From the pit, Sunday hears the show more than sees it. His sister sings beautifully, and Aventurine is a natural performer, as always. As Sunday's fingers dance along the keys, his heart is full of contentment.

The curtains close and the applause is thunderous. The house lights come on and Sunday is the first out of the pit. His heart races, and he hides his hand behind his back as he scans the crowd for--

Aventurine, on the other side of the crowd, meets his eyes. Sunday shoves through until he's next to Aventurine.

"Can I talk to you for a moment?"

Aventurine laughs. "You can try, but it's pretty loud in here."

"Then let's find a quiet place." Sunday grabs Aventurine's arm and pulls him out of the crowd.

"What's this about, Sunday?" Aventurine asks, befuddled. They reach an empty hallway, and Sunday reveals a bouquet of red roses.

His face goes pink. "These are for you. You performed beautifully, Aventurine. I wonder if..." he hesitates, then plunders on, "you would let me take you out to dinner?"

Aventurine is frozen, mouth agape, blinking slowly, and Sunday worries he's made a huge mistake. Aventurine's face has gone red, and he wordlessly extends a hand for the bouquet. He brings it to his face and smells the flowers.

"Sunday," he says, as if still in shock. He stares at the flowers in his hands, then at the boy in front of him. It feels like much more than he deserves.

"Please don't feel pressured to say yes if you're not interested," Sunday rambles, fidgeting with the hem of his coat.

Aventurine meets his eyes. "Why me?" he asks.

Sunday inhales deeply. "I... really like you, Aventurine. I'd like to get to know you better."

Aventurine can't detect any lies. He's still at a loss. He mindlessly sniffs the roses in his hands and stares at Sunday, who fidgets adorably.

"I- um. I mean, I guess-- I'd... like that," he finally replies, face heating up.

The grin on Sunday's face is blinding. "Okay," he says.

"Aventurine!"

Robin bursts through the door, fellow castmates lagging behind. "We've been looking everywhere for you! Come on, let's get pictures!" Then she notices the flowers in his hands and Sunday. She gives him a knowing smile and he grins nervously back. "Sorry to steal him," she says coyly to her brother, grabbing Aventurine's arm.

"I-- hey!"

Robin brings him back inside the theatre and Aventurine gives a shy little wave to Sunday.

Sunday feels like he could fly.