— fluff, angst, darker themes, yandere, headcanons, fics, drabbles
— maybe nsfw. depends on my mood
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my works will mostly focus on sunday from hsr. because of this, please keep in mind i likely won't do other character requests. i may post works of other characters when in the mood.
ᵋᵌ WHAT I WONT WRITE:
— noncon, pedophilia, necro, incest, watersports, feet, stuff like that
— anything that doesn't relate to sunday (unless i feel like it.)
if you request these or something i havent listed that im uncomfy with, i will ignore the request but you're free to req smth else :)
ᵋᵌ i cannot guarantee i will do your request/suggestion. i am very busy outside of writing, but i will try to do requests !
how would sunday respond to forehead kisses? cheek kisses? ...knuckle kisses, if one feels daring enough
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sunday golden eyes stare at you quizzically as you suddenly lean in close to him. he blinks, his ethereally long eyelashes fluttering with the movement. "what are you doing, dear?" he murmurs, careful to control his volume when you're in such close proximity.
you only give a hum in response before leaning in more, and sunday allows you. he lets you hover over his head, and lets you press your lips to his forehead in a soft kiss. sunday falls silent as you do so, his breathing becoming bated as he pauses. a warm sensation came over the spot you made contact with as you pulled away.
it was soft, it made him feel soft. his skin prickled, but not in a bad way—rather in a way that made his body feel as though it was wanting and anticipating more. it made his mind fuzzy, as though your very touch caused a blockage to his mind. and as he mulled over this snug feeling, he didn't even notice you leaning towards his cheek.
sunday was snapped back to reality as your lips met his skin once more, this time on your cheek. your touch went right over the soft blush that had begun to coat his face. "my dear.." he mumbled, his mouth moving dangerously close to your ear, "what do you think your doing?"
"nothing.." you hummed, your tone a light teasing one. sunday's hand came up to rest on your thigh, his touch just as tender as your lips were. after pulling away from his cheek, you took his slender hand in yours and brought it up to your lips as well. you paused before pressing a warm kiss to each one of his knuckles.
sunday fell silent once more as you did so, and his fingers twitched under your ministrations. his eyes watched you carefully, scanning over your every movement. as you leaned up with the intention of giving him a final kiss, his now free hand slipped to your cheek, and he kissed you properly himself.
content — 26 prompts for sunday !
✦ no tws, sfw, not proofread. set pre 2.3 ~ 3k words
template from the-coldest-goodbye !
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
Sunday's affection depends on the situation. Some days he won't initiate any affection (though, he will reciprocate yours), while on others, he will borderline smother you.
On the average day, Sunday tends to not show a lot of affection. This isn't because he doesn't want to, but because he can't. Due to his status as Head of the Oak Family, PDA is a no. Since he works a lot and is in public—or at least in the eyes of someone a lot, Sunday doesn't do much affection. The most he'll willingly allow in public is holding hands, or a brief kiss on the back of your hand.
However, it is a different story when the two of you finally get away from the gazes of everyone. When it is just the two of you, Sunday can be awfully affectionate. While he hesitates about initiating them sometimes, Sunday adores hugs and small kisses.
When he comes home to you on some days, he often peppers your face with small kisses before cuddling you to sleep. Sunday's hands prefer to hook around your waist while his face will either find itself in your neck or hair.
B = Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
Sunday would be the type of best friend to give the perfect advice: the type of friend whom you'd trust with your life.
He'd definitely try his best to look out for you, especially if he considered you one of his best friends (one of, since robin will always be a best friend to him as well). If you have any troubles, you could come to him, and either get a flat-out solution or amazing advice.
With that being said, though, the two of you would barely ever go out together. Since you are just friends, Sunday will often prioritize getting his work done over hanging out you. It isn't that he doesn't want to see you, it's simply that he values his identity and the Family too much to risk anything. Of course, you will occasionally be able to hang out longer than 30 minutes or so.
As for how the friendship starts, it would be most likely that you are part of the Family as well. Perhaps not the Oak Family, but at least some other family which would explain why you could be around so much. Or possibly, the two of you just met at random, and Sunday enjoyed your company.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
As said in A, Sunday enjoys cuddling his partner to sleep. Although, it doesn't necessarily have to be at night. Anywhere comfy where the two of you are alone is fine with him. Though, he may not initiate it if he isn't tired.
As for how he cuddles, he doesn't care much. Sometimes he will hug you, pulling your faces next to each other. Sometimes he will spoon you. Sometimes he will be spooned. Sometimes he will just have you lie on top of him. The position does not matter to him as long as he can have you in his arms.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
Sunday does not necessarily mind the idea of settling down and living a peaceful life, but he can't bring himself to actually imagine himself living a life like that. He is so used to his work and life as is, that he doesn't know what he would do without it. As stressful as it is, it brings a sense of control and routine to calm him.
And especially with his plans. Settling down with you would be practically impossible. While part of him does yearn for a domestic, calm life with you, Sunday also knows that he must do what he needs to do. He will gently (and reluctantly) lie to you, telling you that one day the two of you will settle down. What you don't know cannot hurt you, so it's for the best.
As for domestic talents, Sunday can cook and clean. However, he does not frequently, as he has people to do that for him. Sometimes, though, he may cook a meal for you or Robin.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
I'm actually unsure.
He'd do it very gently, making sure to not hurt their feelings too much. After all, even if it doesn't seem like it, Sunday is very susceptible others' pains. Especially those who were (once) close to him. Although, he would also be firm enough to get his point across and not give any hope.
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
Sunday dates with the full intention of getting married to them one day. It's simply how he was raised: he was taught to never date for fun, but rather out of love. He looks forward to eventually marrying you, or he is very happy with your marriage if the two of you are married already.
Sunday does not want to rush things, though. He believes that time matters, and he sees no need to rush with such a sweet dream. He will propose when the time is right—whenever that may be for him. Perhaps it's only months away, perhaps a year or two. He would not go years without proposing, though.
And if you proposed, then he would accept even if it was only months after you got together. Sunday waits not because he is unsure, but to give you time. Again: Sunday dates for marriage. As soon as the two of you begin your relationship, he is ready for marriage.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
Sunday tries to be as gentle as he can with you, while still being stern when needed. His touches are fleeting and soft, a light caress on your skin. His words are soothing and quiet, putting your mind and soul at ease. His gaze is intense enough to be noticed, but soft enough for you to feel adored. Sunday makes a point to always be gentle with you.
And even when Sunday gets stern and mad, he never snaps at you. In fact, he never gets truly 'mad' at you, he is that gentle. His emotions are soft and he makes sure to never overwhelm you with his own feelings.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
As mentioned before, Sunday adores hugs. He enjoys the feeling of holding you, having you right in his arms like you'd try to get away if he let go. He will hug you when the two of you are in the privacy of your home, and perhaps give little side hugs in public.
His hugs are warm but tight. He will pull you close, practically squishing the two of you together like he is trying to meld you into one. Despite the intensity, it's comfortable and secure.
I = I Love You (How fast do they say the L-word?)
Sunday says 'I love you' a lot and in many different ways.
He will try to say it slowly, to truly get the meaning and deepness of his affection across. When like this, Sunday tries to pair his words with gentle physical affection.
Sometimes, though, he will be forced to hurry up. He cannot always take his sweet time, but Sunday figures something is better than nothing. When he has to quickly depart, he will whisper a hushed 'I love you' in the few seconds he has before he'll be late.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
Sunday does not get very outwardly jealous. He is secure with you, or at least tells himself that he is. However, Sunday is extremely anxious, and he cannot help but overthink sometimes. Of course, he knows you would never leave or cheat.
A lot of the time, his jealousy will silently brew. The only indication you will get of his jealousy is his slightly more possessive actions. A hand lingers on your side longer than normal. His glances become more narrowed and longer. His tone gets a bit snappy when people talk to the two of you. And his wings: his wings will puff up and raise instinctively at times.
He will never admit he is jealous without heavy prompting, though. The best thing to do is not say anything about it, but showering him in affection and attention. He will calm down as quick as it came, his mind soothed by your presence.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
Sunday's kisses are always gentle. Never rough or demanding: only smooth and soft. He doesn't like being mean: he wouldn't want to hurt your pretty lips, or the rest of you for that matter.
Sunday likes kissing you on the lips, all over the face, and the back of your hand. Those are usually his go-to spots, but you may notice him pressing soft kisses to your neck or shoulders occasionally. Although, Sunday would enjoy kissing you anywhere if we are being honest.
Sunday also doesn't mind where you kiss him. He likes all your kisses, regardless of where they are. But, his favorites are likely his lips, face, and weirdly with wings. Be soft and gentle with them, though. They are quite sensitive.
L = Little Ones (How are they around children?)
Sunday is very gentle with children. He rarely interacts with them due to being busy, and his job not requiring him to work with them, but he always makes sure to be extra nice when one talks to him.
However, Sunday enjoys watching you interact with children more than actually doing it himself. He adores the sight of you being kind to something so small, something that the two of you might end up having one day however that may be.
Sunday vows to himself to be the best father in the world if that ever does happen.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
It's 50/50: sometimes Sunday is gone by morning, sometimes he is still there.
When he is gone, he always makes sure to leave some sort of note or text telling you why he left so early, where he is, and apologizing. He will also leave food or instructions for chefs to make food for you to make sure you're well-fed as soon as you get up.
When he is there, the two of you wake up tangled together. He will always reach out to gently touch your face as if checking if you're really there. After all, you're too beautiful for this world. You can't stay in bed forever, though, so these moments of soft intimacy are a bit short.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
As mentioned before, Sunday enjoys cuddling you to sleep. Most days, he will not be home by night-time.
He'll gently slip into your room, and then into your shared bed. On these days, he typically ends up spooning you as he doesn't want to force his way into your arms and wake you up.
If you are awake when he gets home, or if he gets home early enough to go to bed with you, he will still cuddle you. The positions will range, though, as there is no threat of waking you up. He doesn't mind being big or little spoon, or whatever you want to do. As long as he is touching you somehow, he will fall asleep.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
Sunday does not open up all at once.
It will take time, and it will be slow. He doesn't say everything in one moment, and there are likely things he will never end up telling you. It isn't you: he simply fears. After all, he is the Head of the Oak Family, and he must always be careful. It will probably take a while before Sunday even opens up about his basic childhood.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
Sunday barely gets angry or upset with you.
However, he can get snappy much easier with other people. Especially when they are insulting you or his dear sister.
His anger usually comes in passive aggressiveness, so it may be hard to catch on to at first. Even if you do notice, he will usually deny being mad until much pushing.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
He remembers everything about you. Anything you say immediately goes to memory.
Sunday is attentive no matter the topic. Your favorite color? He knows. Your favorite animal? He knows. Your favorite song? He knows. Your favorite place? He knows. Your favorite food? He knows. Your favorite crystal? He knows. Your favorite flower? He knows. He remembers and knows them all and more by heart.
Every little thing you mention, if he deems it important (which includes almost everything about you), he will remember it or at the least write it down for future reference.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
Sunday's favorite memory is the aftermath of your first dinner date. When the two of you were leaving the restaurant, there was a baby bird on the ground. No nest seemed to be in sight, and no mother as well. You were immediately concerned and checked on the baby bird. The mother bird came rushing out of seemingly nowhere and shooed your hand away.
It was funny, but also endearing to Sunday. To see you so eager to help that baby bird, he couldn't help but feel soft and remember something similar from when he was younger.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
Sunday is very protective of you, but in an unnoticeable way. He'll check up on you regularly, make sure you're all okay and don't need anything, and look out for you. Due to his position in the Family, it isn't hard for him to get guards to look out for you and make sure you're alright from time to time.
As for you protecting him: he thinks it's cute, and appreciates the sentiment. While it is a bit useless of you to do, since he already has Bloodhound guards, he won't discourage your behavior. Unless it becomes disruptive, in which case he'll try to reel you in.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
Maximum effort.
These things are very important to Sunday, who (as mentioned previously) was raised to date with love. That includes the devotion expected of a good husband, of course. It also comes from his OCD: he must be very meticulous to make sure everything is perfect and controlled.
Dates are at reputable, higher-end places and focus on things he knows you'll enjoy. Anniversaries are never forgotten, and he always gets beautiful gifts for you. His gifts consist of a variety of things: he could never gift you the same thing twice. And Sunday makes a great effort to care for you.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
He is controlling.
Not necessarily just with you, but in general. If things aren't perfect, Sunday will be on edge. If he makes a mistake, Sunday will crack slightly. If he does anything wrong, he won't forgive himself.
Even with things that seem like a small deal: if the tiniest detail is off, he will be upset.
Which can lead to lots of time wasted as he redoes his hair over and over because one strand was out of place, or when he washes his hands multiple times because he didn't wash it the right way the first time, or when he had to check in a hallway multiple times.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
Very concerned. Not because he thinks he is ugly: but rather, he needs to make sure he looks perfect. Not a strand can be out of place, no wrinkles in his clothes, nothing can be wrong as soon as he steps out of the house.
However, when alone with you, he doesn't care that much for looking perfect like a doll.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
He would feel incomplete without you. You do make him feel whole.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
His wings give way to his true feelings. If he's happy, his wings will spread out. If he's sad, his wings will falter. If he's mad, his wings will puff out and appear bigger. If you can't read his face, read his wings.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
The only thing I can think of is cruelty. Sunday, despite his flaws, is not a cruel person, nor does he condone cruel actions or people.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
Like I've mentioned, he tends to cuddle when he sleeps.
Another thing, though: his wings will move on their own in Sunday's sleep. similarly to sleepwalking, in a way, just with his wings! Which ends up tickling you, sometimes.
content — romantic quotes from other media that i think fit you two.
✦ no tws, sfw. :3 up to interpretation whether these quotes are from him to you or you to him (or both !)
❝ I'll do it over, no matter how many times it takes.
( homura akemi
❝ You are, and always have been, my dream.
( fautrisdemi
❝ Did I live with you in a past life? Was I your lifelong partner? Is that why the idea of losing you torments me so much? How long have I been without you?
( gabriela mistral
❝ I'm not going far. I'll always be here: just an inch away. I promise.
( rachael lippincott
❝ I'd commit the worst sins for one more chance. Even if it turned me into a monster, it wouldn't matter. As long as I could have you back.
( homura akemi
❝ I fell in love with you like you would fall asleep: slowly. and then all at once.
( john green
❝ I will love you until the sun dies. And when it does, I will love you in the darkness.
( pierce brown
❝ Whatever happens to you, good or bad, you're still you. I would never abandon you.
( madoka kaname
❝ I love you and that's the beginning and end of everything.
( f. scott fitzgerald
❝ I want you. All of you. Your flaws, your mistakes, your imperfections. I want you, and only you.
( john legend
content — little things and details you notice about him.
✦ no tws, sfw. not proofread, may be ooc.
im really tired so i may have burnt this one guys
You see privy to many sides of Sunday, your beloved, that others would not even have the fortune to dream of seeing. You notice the tiny details Sunday covers up in public, the minuscule imperfections in his outwardly 'perfect' character. Had you been anyone else, he'd be a bit irritated. But you are his lover, one of the only ones allowed to see him for him.
I. His stares.
If you look at the perfect moment, you may be able to see your lover taking sneaking glances at you. These stares are for several reasons. Sunday always tells you that it's simply because of how stunning you look: he cannot help but sneak a peak at your beauty. And while that is true, he also looks over to ensure you're okay. If anyone is bothering you, he will know right away. It soothes his poor heart to know everything at all times, which extends to your well-being, too.
Confronting him about this will lead to him breaking eye contact for a moment—a rare site. He is embarrassed at being easily caught but will try to cover his awkward look with his wings. Sunday tells you he'll try not to stare as much, but he only tries for a few seconds. It isn't long until he is looking over at you once again.
II. His wings.
If you cannot read Sunday's face or the rest of his body language, his wings can be a dead giveaway to what is feeling. After being with him—close to him—you know what to look for. You can see the tiny flaps his wings do when you approach him, how they droop when you have to leave, and how they flare up whenever someone is a bit too nice to you.
Sunday is embarrassed about his wings' expressiveness. He feels a bit exposed to how you can read him easier and easier by the day, but he also knows how much you like his wings. He doesn't miss the small smile that forms when you see his wings move unconsciously, and that beautiful sight soothes much of his embarrassment.
III. His speech.
Sunday has a lot to say, but rarely does he ever speak all his mind. It's only with his loved ones that you can see how much he rambles when he gets going. He tries his best to listen to you as much as possible, but sometimes, he can't resist letting a comment or two slip. Then, those comments snowball into a full-on discussion led by him. This is only with some topics, though. Usually, either things he is passionate about or things that have gotten him worked up.
And he knows a lot of words. Sometimes, you have no clue what is saying when he's talking. Yet, you don't interrupt him to tell him that, since he seems so invested. It's cute to see how dedicated he can get.
IV. His touch.
Sunday's touches are fleeting and gentle. It feels almost sacred. He doesn't touch anyone nearly as much as he touches you. In public, PDA is kept to a minimum. Sunday will hold your hand occasionally and brush your cheek with a fond gaze, but he won't do much more than that. As for in private, Sunday is more open. While he rarely initiates them himself, he will reciprocate hugs and kisses. Sunday will usually hold onto you in some way if he can come sleep in the same bed as you.
You are the only person he takes his gloves off for. The only thing he will ever take them off for. In the privacy of your shared home, Sunday will shed his gloves and let his fingers trace over your skin. You can see how he relaxes at your physical affection, how his walls seem to crumble with every fleeting touch.
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summary: your mother has always warned you to never to stay out long after the sun sets; the lord knows what may be lurking after night falls. in your carelessness, you are lost at sundown, with no grasp on your location nor the path home. time for you to learn just what kind of beast hides in the shadows.
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A/N: I am SICK!!! of people making Sunday out to be an asshole who would cut you off from everything and everyone just to be selfish, especially if it makes you depressed. Sunday has more love in his heart for everyone and would let you break his heart just to see your smile, this man is sweeter than sugar. Sunday defender #1 is me fight me in my asks I'll win I've been a Zane MyStreet defender before he was popular 💯 💯 💯 💯 💯
Sunday is a gentle lover, he's always been delicate with you. Ghosting touches over the back of your hand, kisses like the brush of a feather on skin and smiles so soft it's hard to even see them when he locks eyes with you across a room. He's besotted with you, no matter what you do. The worst pain you could ever cause him is your suffering, and refusing to let him ease it for you. Hearing you cry makes his heart ache more than any of his own suffering, and he'll do anything he can to soothe you when you're struggling.
Sunday sometimes finds it hard to understand what you want or need, being raised in such a way his own needs come second, so when you insist on looking after him...it's odd. He's never been his own first priority before, and it scares him a little. What if he desires too much? What if he's an issue for you? He loves you too much to risk causing you any amount of strife, so you have to beg him to be a burden. Beg him to be selfish.
When Sunday is allowed to be selfish, it's cute. He'll plead with you to curl up in bed with him and sleep "Just a little longer, my love?" with those golden eyes of his shining in the early morning light. One arm will lay over you as he presses his face against your neck or back, unable to keep himself from chuckling due to just how lucky he feels having you right here in his arms. He couldn't ask for more of a blessing in love than to be able to behold you in all your glory (even if said glory is when you're drooling in your sleep or snoring so loud you could wake the dead).
One of his "guilty" pleasures (damn catholic angel) is having you fussing over his piercings. He feels almost special when you toy with the little gold studs in his ear or the long dangling ornaments he likes to decorate his wings with. Sometimes he'll even ask you to pick which ones he should wear for the day and buy you something to match. If you don't wear jewellery, it'll be something like a matching set of shirt cuffs or a little keychain to match him. Anything he can do to spoil you just a bit.
I'm a clipped-wing Sunday truther and so when he finally feels vulnerable enough, the priest-like coat is off and his clipped wing is shown to you, slightly mangled and clearly still sore and sensitive when you try to brush your fingers along it. You can see the twinge of shame and embarrassment run through him as you regard his incomplete self, the self left destroyed by the Dreammaster. Yet, if you tell him you still find him beautiful? He'll smile. He'll wrap you tight in his arms and cry into your shoulder, so relieved you aren't disgusted by him. That he isn't broken or unlovable, he's just...yours.
Being able to read your thoughts means Sunday likes to tease you very lovingly when you're comfortable, he'll reiterate what you just thought out loud, or even listen to what you're thinking before buying you the exact thing you wanted and if you ask, he'll jokingly mention "Oh, a little birdie thought you'd like it." Before grinning and turning away, one arm settled on your waist or shoulder as he enjoyed your warmth.
You weren´t supposed to be anything more than an easy prey. A human led astray by his enchanting tunes like any other, only to be torn apart once within reach.
You were a simple sailor sailing the deep waters of the ocean with your small crew. For what purpose? Sunday wasn´t quite sure and he didn´t really care to know. All he yearned for was sinking his claws into your vulnerable flesh as he dragged you to the bottom of the ocean.
You see, Sunday was a siren, a hunter in the image of a beautiful young man with grey hair and enchanting golden eyes. Were it not for his singing voice, a deep gaze into his radiant eyes would be enough to tempt any poor fool into his waiting arms. Yet his voice, oh his voice, its heavenly sound masking his dark intentions.
Within his lifetime, Sunday has lured many unfortunate sailors to their demise though, in recent times, fewer and fewer boats have delved through the waters he called his home. From what he had witnessed being whispered onboard, tales of cunning and vicious sirens roaming these waters have reached the mainland, causing many to steer clear and avoid this place.
This naturally annoyed Sunday, for the flesh of humans was what he sustained himself with. This fact only increased his determination when after quite a long while of waiting for a sign of life, a boat had finally lost its way into his domain again. Sunday had been hungry for way too long now, he couldn´t let this stroke of luck go to waste.
So certain that he would finally claim his prey again, he decided to first spy on the passengers of the boat before making his move. It was important for him to know the routines and habits of the sailors if he wanted to catch them alone to entice them to run into their doom.
As a siren, Sunday was more powerful than an average human but even he wouldn´t be able to fight off several sailors if he were to try and hypnotize someone in broad daylight. He couldn´t risk the crew becoming aware of his presence and leaving, he couldn´t go on without another meal again.
And so, he secretly started spying on the passengers of the small boat, staring at them from behind a rock and making sure to keep his tail concealed within the water. He watched everyone go along with their days on board the ship when something unexpected happened.
He saw you, stepping away from the rest of the crew to stand near the edge of the boat, a smile on your face as you let the sun shine on your face. Without even realizing it, you had stepped close to where Sunday had gone to hide. You were so close, almost within arm´s reach. For a moment, Sunday deliberated if this was his chance to strike.
With you separated from the rest of the crew like this, it would be a simple thing indeed to lure you into the waters where you would disappear forever.
But just as he thought this, he stopped in his tracks as he watched your carefree smile, suddenly becoming enchanted by the way the light of the sun rained upon your skin. For lack of a better word, your presence at that very moment was mesmerizing and Sunday felt warm inside as if the rays of the sun were descending on him instead.
And then, for a moment, Sunday almost felt his heart stop for then you opened your mouth and started, he almost couldn´t believe it, singing.
There you were, practically within the jaws of a predator, and letting your soul rejoice in song so carelessly. And yet, within your naivety, Sunday couldn´t help but feel at peace. Your song rang out across the lonely waters, unaware that your secret audience was becoming more and more enchanted by you by the second.
Your singing, Sunday couldn´t quite describe it. It sounded nothing like his own singing, which was beautiful and yet felt intrinsically wrong somehow. Your song was nothing like that. It might have not been as pretty or practiced as his own singing, but yet it managed to ring true within his heart. Your song felt earnest and real, untainted and uncorrupted by malice. Within seconds, you had captured his attention and heart, yet you were completely unaware that he was even present.
In an ironic twist of fate, Sunday felt himself being pulled towards you as if touched by magic, an ardent longing for you deep within his chest. It was as if you were the siren calling out to him, beckoning him closer like a lovesick sailor lost at sea, yet Sunday was sure that instead of a sudden demise, he would find true salvation within your arms. With the way you were holding out your arms, he could almost imagine you wrapping them around his body in a lover´s embrace, pulling him so close as if you would never let go of him again.
Because he knows that´s what he would do if he finally had his beloved in his arms. For only a fool would ever let go of the person they want to spend the rest of their life with. It filled him all at once, this desire to have you for his own, to make you his dearest mate.
You were radiant and joyful in a way he had never seen before and he couldn´t bear the thought of letting you slip away from him.
And from the desperate yearning he could so clearly hear in your song dedicated to just him, he knew that you must feel the same way. You were just waiting, begging to be taken away by him. Why else would you walk so close to him, all on your own and profess all of your feelings like this? Sunday now knew that this meeting was fated to happen and he would be sure not to waste it.
He had been watching you closely for the past few days along with the other sailors aboard the ship and he saw how the other crew members acted around you. He had thought nothing of it back then but now boiling jealousy filled his being as he remembered how chummy they had been acting with you. How they had laughed and joked around with you so easily, how they had thrown their arms around you and sang cheery tunes beneath the starry sky.
He especially detested that one scoundrel that had dared to kiss your cheek so invasively. How dare they treat you like this? How dare they lay their filthy hands on you when your beauty was meant for solely him to treasure? But not to worry, Sunday would finally bring you home and keep you safe.
He understood your surprise when he finally emerged from his hiding spot and started swimming towards you. You looked so pitiful with your body shaking and your eyes growing wide when you saw his shimmering white mermaid tail. You poor thing must be frightened out of your mind because of all these stories you were told about his kind but do not be afraid! Sunday would never hurt you like this.
You were special to him, you just needed to allow him to show you that. You backing away from the railing, backing away from him, just wouldn´t do.
"Darling, there is no reason to be afraid, I´m not here to hurt you, do not let their horrid tales corrupt your thoughts. I am here to finally take you home!" He reached out his hands to you, wishing for you to jump into them and accept his love willingly yet he could only click his tongue in disappointment when instead, you took another step back.
"D-don´t come any closer!", you shouted out, breaking the poor siren´s heart in the process. How it hurt him to see you so frightened that you would turn your soulmate away. But no matter, he was prepared to take matters into his own hands and nudge you towards your own happy ending. You just needed a little bit of convincing.
"My darling, please listen to me! You and me, I know we were meant to be! So please don´t resist this, alright?", he hummed gently, his voice almost pitiful while begging you to hear him out.
You would have even felt sympathy for him if you weren´t acutely aware that you were facing a dangerous predator. There was no doubt in your mind that this was a siren and you needed to get away from there fast.
But unfortunately for you, you weren´t quick enough for as soon as you had gathered your resolve, Sunday´s ethereal singing voice had swiftly broken it down.
Suddenly, all your previous thoughts about him being a danger to stay away from evaporated, leaving you confused as to why you ever wanted to run away from him. There was nothing dangerous about him, was there?
Instead, your mind was now being filled with pleasant images of you and the siren spending time together, of him holding you close protectively, of him swearing his eternal love and kissing you. All of a sudden, you felt warm all over as you gazed deep into Sunday´s eyes and you knew that he was the one that was meant for you.
Slowly, one step at a time, you walked closer to the edge of the boat again, where Sunday was happily holding out his hands for you to take, eagerly grasping at air as if to usher you even closer.
And you were all too eager to follow his demands as a sugary sweet melody droned on and on in your ears, overwhelming you with feelings of everlasting love and devotion.
"That´s it, darling. Come closer. It´s only a few more steps.", he urged you on, almost desperately as you almost came into touching range. It was only a few more moments until he could finally have you in his arms. And once he did, he would never allow you to leave him again. Not that you would be able to underwater.
Voices were picking up in the background, quickly getting closer and Sunday realized that your crew must have picked up on what was happening.
"Come here quickly, darling!", he shouted, his voice growing more urgent and desperate the closer the booming voices got.
And you did as he said, quickening your steps towards him with a lovesick smile on your face.
"I´m almost there, my love", you said and Sunday´s heart almost burst at the sweet tone you took with him. He knew you were currently under the influence of his siren song but he strongly wanted to believe that the love you felt for him was real. Why else would you too be looking at him so full of yearning?
"Someone, quick! Grab on to them! That siren is trying to lead them to their death!", a gruff voice yells from the back with several more footsteps scrambling quickly behind. They were advancing on you fast and Sunday knew he was almost out of time as one quickly ran up to you.
"No, no, no! Don´t touch them! They´re mine! Don´t ruin this for me!", he yelled out in anger, his eyes a furious storm as they glared at the person trying to get a hold of you. He couldn´t fail so close to the end. How dare they accuse him of trying to harm you?!
"Please, you need to come to your senses!", the sailors try to reason with you but it´s almost like you can´t even register what they say.
" I need to meet with my love, he´s waiting for me.", you say, still smiling as you step to the very edge of the boat, looking down at a Sunday growing more and more manic by the second.
"Jump into my arms, darling! Accept my love and be mine forever!", the siren calls out to you as a crew member grabs into your arms, trying to pull you back.
"Don´t listen to him! Please, don´t do as he says!"
You struggle violently against the hold, kicking and screaming, demanding to be let go.
"No, you can´t separate me from my love, let me go! I need to be by his side!", you scream and with an especially harsh kick, the sailor lets go of you for a moment, leaving you with enough time to take the final step and jump right into your demise.
Sunday gently catches you in his arms, a lovesick smile on his face as he finally gets to hold you like he wanted to. You´re finally all his and there´s nothing that can be done about it anymore.
"I´m so happy you chose me, darling. We´re going to be so happy together. I´ll take such good care of you. No one else is ever going to touch you again.", he whispers into your ear and you can´t help but giggle joyfully at the prospect, your mind singing with affection, drowning out the growing panic within you.
But what is there to be afraid of? You´re finally united with the love of your life and nothing will ever separate you again.
Sunday holds you firmly as he quickly swims away from the boat, leaving your panicked crewmates behind.
Now that he finally has you, he will make sure that you´ll grow to love him even without his song. He knows that deep down, you love him just as much as he does you, you´ll just need a little bit of time to adjust to your new life underwater. He knows of a very beautiful underwater cave that he can keep you in until you grow more accustomed to your new life with him. Down there, you´ll never be able to escape his grasp again.
You will be his forever, for that is the consequence of putting him under a spell like you has.
And then he takes you with him to the very depths of the sea, never to be seen again.
𐙚 topic。．when you turn down yandere hsr men’s proposals.
．。𝜗𝜚 cw。general yandere themes, suggestive content, MINORS DNI
．。𝜗𝜚 a/n。aven, sunday, and boothill. sunday and aven are regular additions to my posts lol, wrote boothills less intense bc he’s too silly to imagine
#AྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིVENTURINE ⇢ ‘convinces’ you
。he will actually try to coax you into it. he doesn’t want to just force things onto you, that isn’t really what he wants
。“ill make you the happiest pretty bride, doll, just believe in me, hm?”
。continues to sweet talk you, telling you what he can do- buy you pretty dresses, give you anything you want, and he lists luxury after luxury.
。and he follows through his promises. even if you are being really disobedient, he’d still buy you more luxury than you could ever ask for. you will start questioning if you really don’t want this marriage- which is exactly what he wants you to do, to make you doubt yourself.
。his list goes on and on- a vip ticket to the Reverie, first row tickets to robin’s concerts, only the finest things that only his class of people could ever get their hands on.
。but in that list, he conveniently puts out ‘freedom.’
。if you disagree, he’d pout, asking you why- and when you tell him you want to be free from him, he’d laugh, calling you a silly girl.
。“i already gave you a choice when we met. it was your choice to pick a card from an unknown pile.”
。he’d have the wedding commence in some really luxurious property of the ipc, and he will, invite your family over- he’s merciful. but is it mercy when you know you won’t see them ever again?
。“it would be a shame if they don’t see the happiest moment of your life.”
STANDING there with the most beautiful dress you could humanly ask for, your expression is nothing but a shell as Aventurine smiles at you through those shades. Your eyes are everywhere but on his eyes, when you stare at them, you feel like you’re losing yourself.
you are glad your gown came with a veil over your head, nobody can see your dead eyes, except him.
As the officiant goes on with the questions, you grip your bouquet a little harder to the point you feel their stems crumple, just like your shriveling heart.
You snap out of it after hearing silence- you see his expecting eyes on you and you nod blankly. “I do.”
And your husband smiles even wider, and he steps closer and slowly, while staring at you with uncomfortable adoration through those tantalizing purple eyes, he kisses you. You are expecting a tender kiss in a ceremony; but his gloved hand sneaks onto the back of your head, pulling you in hastily.
“I love you so fucking much, princess—” he breathes into you, brushing aside the saliva that trickles down your chin after his intrusion. “It took quite a while, but you’re finally all mine.” He pulls up your hand that has your forced vow on it, he chuckles and softly kisses your fingers.
“‘m gonna make you so happy, so ecstatic, that you’re gonna thank me for it, love. you will thank me that I restrained you from everything else.” he whispers, and the people clap, cheering; your family too, who smiles, knowing nothing that it would be your last reunion.
#SྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིUNDAY ⇢ breaks you
。he just takes it on another level (and does not find your struggles entertaining unlike the former)
。he will be, really heartbroken at first. the head of the oak family asking you to be his lifelong sweetheart is almost like him giving you his life. you are his entire world- and the world has rejected him.
。“…I see. was I not good enough for you, angel?”
。although his emotions will be very hard to control, he’s very used to commencing plans. he’d tell you that he could ‘talk this out’ with you. unfortunately, it’s not a choice, but rather, an order.
。sunday is a ‘the end justifies the means’ kind of person. he will do any means to make you eventually accept your fate. that will include imprisoning you in some faraway place and leaving you abandoned for so long, you will be broken, wishing for any interaction. food is only given to you through a remote device, with no human interaction.
。sunday itches to be with you- he is compassionate for you, his heart will ache to see you sob into an endless cacophony. a part of him will be tempted to go to you and be with you physically, not watching you from a screen.
。he will repeat it- he will visit once a blue moon, comforting you, asking you if you changed your mind. when you ask him when he’d release you, his expression will harden.
。“it seems you haven’t learned anything, sweetheart.”
。if you are still stubborn, he will be a little impatient. he will speed up the process by adding new things in- maybe making you dream of a lovely, free life and when you wake up, you’re just alone. he will not resort to anything violent, he cares too much about you to hurt you. although, ‘hurt’ in his dictionary doesn’t apply to mentally hurting you.
。you will sob and show your most dramatic, fragile sides to a descent of madness, thinking you are truly alone until sunday comes to visit. you are wrong, though- sunday has always been with you, just not physically.
。he has always been watching you cry into the void through a screen. always.
MAYBE you have finally lost your mind, because when Sunday comes to visit you and your dull prison, you collapse to your knees and immediately plead him.
“Please,” you sob, clutching his legs desperately- he doesn’t crouch, but looks down- almost like a god addressing its follower. Sunday is no god for you, but you beg like he is.
“Please what?” He looks at you, fingers brushing over your hands, tilting his head just the slightest. His golden eyes glitter in the dim light. He is waiting for only one answer, there is only one correct answer to his question.
But you do not give him the right one. “Please just let me go,” you break down. Your heart is throbbing from all the crying, vision blurry and your head is light with no energy to talk anymore.
His gentle, serene smile immediately warps into that of a cold one. “Try again?” His fingers grip your hands hard, warning you that his patience is running thin.
When you remain silent except for your sobs, he crouches down to stare at you on eye-level, boring holes into your fearful expression. Unlike his deadly gaze, his words are soft and flow out quickly like a river- albeit with a sigh of exasperation. “Sweetheart, I’m not going to stop this just because you beg.” His hand pushes yours against the floor to knock you down, figure towering over you as he leans in to whisper- “—although, they’re very pleasant to listen to.”
“Honestly, I don’t get why you are struggling right now. It’s so easier to accept your eventual fate. Unless, you do like to seek pain.”
His other hand goes over your stomach, then slides tantalizingly slow up your body- you shiver and tremble at each touch that is too foreign to you. Cold fingers cage your neck and you choke on your breath.
“I’m not planning on hurting you, angel.” His voice is still gentle, but his eyes are telling another story, they seem keen to hurt you again and again. “But I did say I’ll resort to other… methods. Since none of them seem to work, I suppose the only solution would be caging you with a baby.” When your eyes widen, he laughs dryly. “The look on your face tells me that you didn’t expect it. But you will be my loving wife, dear. You will not be able to run or reject me, not when your own child is at stake. It makes only more sense to… make you bear children. My children.”
As he watches you struggle under him, trying to breathe, he feels like he has entered ascension. Soon, one of your pretty fingers will have his ring, and very very soon, he will have his first child- the very thought of him makes him lose his mind. He so wishes to make you his, claim you inside, watch your pretty pussy gush out his cum while he’s pressing deep into your womb- but he also wishes to see a mini version of him, or you. He finds it too adorable to withstand. He will vow that his children will grow up pure and innocent.
“We will be the happiest family in the world,” he purrs. “And I’ll make sure of it.”
#BྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིOOTHILL ⇢ will try to prove himself
。maybe a little similar to aven. but while the latter will materialistically give you things and spoil you around to convince you, boothill will more likely show himself off instead.
。“i can fudgin’ shoot an ipc lackey in the head from miles away, sugar- ya can’t see that ‘n any other guy.”
。he’ll try to show you his capability to protect you- which will likely end up in multiple people dying but as a galaxy ranger, he has morals, so he will probably use the ipc as his shooting dummies
。overall he’s sweet even if you reject his proposal- he will likely be furious, just not at you.
。oh lord but during the day you rejected him, be prepared for multiple news flashes of dead people across the street. the amount of emotion will be too much for his consciousness to restrain
。when you confront him, he’d apologize, albeit a little too nonchalant.
。“‘m sorry sweetie, got a lil outta hand last night.”
。per your wish, he won’t kill anyone who’s unrelated and innocent- but he’d still go on a killing spree in the ipc headquarters to the point you are blacklisted on their list because he would shout your name and rant why you didn’t accept him while he shoots his gun all around the place.
“BOOTHILL, what the hell are you doing?” You frown when he returns- even after rejecting his proposal, he drifts around you like a lost stray dog. And he is always covered in blood, looking furious- but when you talk, his expression simply melts away like butter to a grin that shows his sharp teeth.
“What do ya mean what I’m doin’? Makin’ sure nobody hurts you.” He snickers. He smells like metal, like he always does, but this time it’s overpowering, which lets you know what he’s been doing.
“I don’t need protection, Boothill. You can just leave me alone.”
You’re beyond annoyed at his clinginess. No matter how many times you reject him, he’d always come back, showing something new off to you, and half the time it wasn’t anything pleasant, but rather his list of crimes.
“Aww, don’t be so uptight, sugar.” He chuckles and flashes a grin and his other metal hand spontaneously pulls you into his embrace— you jump. When did his hand get there? “All I wanna do is to make sure my future wife is safe and sound. Nothin’ wrong with that, hm?”
“I told you, I’m not going to accept-“
“Ah ah! Wait and see, you will be, I promise. But don’t drag the chase a lil too long. Even I get impatient.” Something cold pressed against your forehead and you realize it’s his gun. When your expression turns aghast with fear, he barks an amused laugh.
“You scared of this? Nah, I’d never hurt ya. Won’t wanna turn your body into metal like mine.” Although he says this with a dark smirk, he doesn’t remove the gun. “The sooner you agree to it, the merciful I become. Ya don’t wanna see innocent guys die because of your stupidity, hm?”
