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[kreumiya]

★・Dancing amongst the flowers with Sunday headcanons!!

Spring had come early, with all the flowers blooming everywhere, and especially in Penacony, where there wasn’t much nature with all the sprawling cities, you’d bet Sunday knew where to take you. 

“It’s finally Spring, isn’t it?” he’d say, holding your hand in his. “I have a spot.”

And so without much effort he dragged you from different dreamscapes to one special one.

Of course you could trust the leader of Penacony to find the most beautiful, obscure places in the world. 

At first you didn’t really know what it was. Until he dragged you past a passage of forests and further, where there was a beautiful flower field. Tulips, Hyacinths, Lilacs. Some flowers even managed to reach your shoulders. 

Sunday would take a rose in his hand, separate some petals from it and throw it on you, and then he’d take your hand in his, placing his other hand on your shoulder, spinning you around in the flower field. 

“Isn’t it nice to catch a break from the bustling cities once in a while and rejoice in the beauty of nature?” he’d say. And of course you know that man would start reciting poetry to you, knowing full well that you were not impressed.

You’d lay in the field of flowers, not caring in the slightest about the ants or bugs crawling all over your bodies, instead you both stared up at the sky. A soft blue.

You’d point out a cloud that looked like a cat, and he’d laugh – because that cloud was definitely not a cat. And instead he thought it looked like some five legged creature.

You two would laugh throughout the morning and into the late afternoon, basking in the sunlight and aroma of the flowers. 

“We should do this again next Spring,” he’d smile and press a dried flower into your hands. 

guys i have decided i will pull for aventurine before sunday because i cnanot save any longer i need to full my gambling addiction so bad

[kreumiya]

★・ Penanconian Idol!Sunday headcanons

just some small thoughts I had because if Robin gets to be an idol so does Sunday :D

Idol!Sunday would give you front row seats to his shows and purposefully bring you on stage acting as if he “randomly” picked a fan just to be able to talk to you. (Would definitely hold your hands while bringing you onto stage.) 

Even better if you were an idol! You’d be able to appear at gatherings together and it definitely wouldn’t look suspicious if you two got into the same limousine together… right?

Idol!Sunday would purposefully create rumours about you two dating and drag you to public places just for the press to pick up on the absurd amounts of times you two were seen out together. 

“The rumours? Ah, well it’s really not that big of a deal…” he’d smile, knowing full well he was the one who created them in the first place. 

Idol!Sunday would have to go to dinners hosted by the Iris family, leaving early just to go out to some cozy restaurant in Penacony just to be with you for the evening. 

He’d incorporate stuff that you give him into his stage outfits!! Like if you gave him some cute hair clip of yours or a rose he’d definitely try putting it on his outfit (even if it doesn’t go well at all) he thinks it’s cute always having something of yours on him at all times! 

When he goes to fanmeets, he always gives you an invitation and at this point, the only person he’s looking for in the crowd when he goes up on stage is you. He always makes sure to sign whatever you give him, your hand? Signed. Some plushies? Signed. You didn’t even have to ask half the time.

i am actually so weak for this man pls

[kreumiya]

★・ i'd let you read my mind!!

A short scenario if you and Sunday were both Halovian and he reads your mind while communicating telepathically when you deny that you were ever going to take him on a date as a joke when he comes late. :) 

Perhaps asking Sunday out on a date wasn’t the best idea. After all, you were a part of the family and had to uphold some kind of values. Asking your pretty boss out on a date was definitely not one of them. Not like you cared anyway. 

Holding a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a box of some mystery cupcakes that you had bought from some kid on the bustling streets of penacony, you walked through his long and winding hallways, solved the weird puzzles he had set up (they were actually quite hard but you’d gotten used to them) and into his office. Not many people were able to go into there unless they had a special appointment, but you were an exception. The only exception. 

“Sunday!” you called out. Somehow he was always cooped up in this office, it ought to be lonely sometimes – well maybe all the time… You paused. No answer. “Excuse me? Sunday…?” You yelled out again. Any longer and you were going to get quite annoyed.One of the only times when you could meet him and he’s out somewhere? You’ve got to be kidding me… “Uh-hum,” you cleared your throat, “Mr Sunday, leader of the Oak family and Representative of Penacony you have a visitor!” A few minutes passed and … no reply. You had specifically told him you were coming in 3 system hours. 

Screw it, you sighed, placing your gifts behind your chair and taking a seat on one of his plush velvet chairs. “If you don’t come now, I’ll eat all these cupcakes…” Pause. Silence. This room was genuinely like a prison, you couldn’t fathom how he could spend all of his days locked up in this place by himself like a bird in a cage. An hour passed by… 

And all of a sudden, the doors opened wide. “I’m so sorry, I’m late. I got caught up in some business.” 

“Late by an hour?” you sighed dramatically, “oh whatever shall I do? All my plans have been cancelled because I’ve waited here for so long.” You sulked, knowing full well that you did not have any other plans lined up for the entire week. “I had something planned for the two of us to do, but I guess not anymore…” you averted your gaze while suppressing a grin. 

He took a seat next to you, “what did you plan for us to do?” he asked thoughtfully, taking your hand in his and placing a kiss on it. 

“Ah well, since you came so late, I’ve had to cancel the plans,” you wistfully shook your head, trying to hide the fat bouquet of flowers behind your chair. “There’s not much I can do…” you began to get up before you heard something in your head. Sunday hadn’t been speaking but you had heard him trying to communicate with you telepathically, Damn Halovian powers… you smiled. 

So what is it?

Now all your thoughts would be relayed to him…

It was a date!! I wasn’t actually going to cancel it. I saw that you were pretty scared when I said I cancelled all my plans. I definitely tricked you didn’t I?

You shot him a beaming smile. Knowing full well that you did not trick him, you definitely forgot that Halovians were able to communicate telepathically, and that bouquet peeking out from behind your chair definitely didn’t help at all.

“Here you go,” you passed him the bouquet and then the box of cupcakes. “Now let’s go! We’re already running behind schedule by 1 hour and 14 minutes, we still have a lot to do you know!” You held his hand as you ran down the hallways while his other arm carried the bouquet and the half melted cupcakes. 

“Today will be a long day,” he laughed. 

i am actually so starved of sunday content and leaks its so sad

[kreumiya]

★・fever dream part 2

Fever Dream Part 1

The dreaded day was here — well, not entirely dreaded as you would be able to be by Sunday’s side <i>publicly </i>. You let yourself get dressed in your fanciest of clothing and it seemed that Sunday’s fever had come down quite a lot.

“I told you I’d be fine,” he sighed, “you worry too much.” He appeared in his signature suit, which you thought definitely needed a change once in a while. “Plus, <i>even</i> if I still had a fever, I’d have to appear in front of the masses, wouldn’t I?”

You agreed, being a part of The Family meant that you had to keep control of the masses and make sure that there weren’t any cracks in the facade they had built up. But that really wasn’t any of your business, you were just an assistant… <i>right?</i> 

“Yeah, it’s a shame how you can’t take any breaks,” you mumbled. “Well at least you can go to the banquet with me, that’s a positive.” You flashed him a grin, hoping it’d uplift the mood between you two. 

“At least I do,” he smiled. 

-

You didn’t know it’d be <I>this</i> nerve wracking. Well of course Sunday had told you many times that “it’ll be alright” and that “it’s just a banquet” but it didn’t stop your heart from beating faster than ever as you walked into the hall, filled to the brim with esteemed guests from all across the universe. It seemed as if you were just a drop of water in the ocean as you trailed behind Sunday. 

After seeing some familiar faces in the crowd like the Nameless, which you had seen across the news despite not knowing anything about them. What seemed to be Misha – and a purple haired woman next to him. The Iris family had seemed to be putting on an interesting performance on the stage and it seemed that the roar and bustle of the entire galaxy seemed to be gathered in the banquet hall. Servants with large trays of champagne and appetisers roamed the spaces between crowds and you seemed to almost walk directly into Sunday when you turned to make your way to your table.

“Hm?” he said, turning around to get a good look at you. “Care for a dance?” You smiled, who could decline an offer to dance by <i>the</i> Sunday himself? He took you by the hand, pulling you to the centre of the ballroom. Illuminated by the lights shining down on you both. It was oddly romantic and the whole world seemed to be spinning just for you, at least tonight anyway. Step by step you two waltzed across the ballroom, with you occasionally stepping on his foot, not like he seemed to mind anyway. You gripped his hand tightly, noticing how the light emitted by the chandelier accentuated his features. His blue hair and wings fluttered as you two moved. 

Sunday finished off the short-lived waltz, saving himself from any more toe-stepping, by taking your hand and pressed a kiss on it. It really felt like you were in a dream – well you technically <I>were</i> but it all seemed so unreal, too unreal. But it was oh so very real and you felt your face getting noticeably redder and hotter. You felt like you were the one having a fever now instead of Sunday. He gave you a soft grin, and you definitely could see that he knew the effect he could have on you. Soon he disappeared into the crowd, swarmed by visitors and some members of the Bloodhound and Alfalfa families. You went to join Misha at the table and soon fell into deep conversation, the encounter from earlier never truly leaving your mind. 

highkey this doesn't even relate to having a fever i just wanted to make wordplay!!!! anyways when will sunday leaks come out im actually in need of them 😭 😭  enjoy this for now!!!!!

[kreumiya]

★・fever dream part 1

taking care of the leader of Penacony while he's sick

Well, the leader of Penacony may seem like he doesn’t have any weaknesses, however… getting sick a day before a banquet the two of you were meant to attend was definitely one. 

“Excuse me,” you said, pushing your way through the crowds of servants that had gathered outside of Sunday’s door. Maids, doctors, tourists, everyone of the sort was piling in. After all, not everyday did you hear the news that someone from The Family would get sick, even if it was just with an ordinary fever, they were quite closed off. Why do so many people have to be here? you thought, making it to the backdoor and letting yourself in, knowing that the bodyguards were already all too used to this occurrence. 

“You’re here?” 

Sunday looked up at you, smiling with a cloth half falling down his face. You walked towards his bed, noticing how intricate all the architecture seemed to be in his room. Plush velvet decorated his room in the farthest layer of the hotel. Taking a seat next to his bed, you took the cloth off his head, grabbing the basin and wringing out the water.

“You don’t have to–” he interjected, reaching for your hand. His hand was abnormally warm, especially so for someone like him, who you were so used to having hands cold to the touch.

“Well, I do have to so you can get better for the banquet,” you frowned and took the wet towel, placing it gently on his forehead. “If you don’t get better, who’s going to the banquet and hosting everyone? Surely you won’t let me, your poor assistant who’s only meant to accompany you, do it all by myself?” you let out a sigh, resting your head on his chest, hoping that you being dramatic would somehow cure all of his illnesses. He let out a small laugh and ran a hand through your hair. 

“Of course not, I’m sure I’ll get better in no-time, don’t worry much,” Sunday smiled, his wings moving slightly. “And even if you were to host a banquet by yourself, I’m sure you’d be able to anyway. But I doubt you’d be able to deal with the Nameless, I myself aren’t sure about them either.” 

You two lingered in silence for a few minutes before something crossed your mind. 

“Oh right!” 

You ran to the other bed, which was what took you to the Golden Hour dreamscape. Of course it was exactly as you remembered it, drunks and tourists of the like littered the place. And oddly enough, the bright lights of the city reminded you of how you had met Sunday – although that’s a story for another time…

Taking in the sound of the bustling city for another moment, you ran towards Sunday’s favourite shop, a cake shop that he had visited many times. Letting yourself choose the freshest cake with the great excuse that “Sunday would be eating this.” Soon you returned to the room, shoving the cake in between his hands.

“How’s it taste?” you grinned. It was his favourite food after all. 

“Not bad….”

And soon you tucked him back into bed knowing that tomorrow would be a long day with a sick leader of Penacony and a large banquet that hosted everyone from all around the universe. You just couldn’t wait to be overworked, at least it was with Sunday. 

Fever Dream Part 2

i have so many pulls for this man, probably ooc idk we've barely known him in story

[kreumiya]

★・ doing sunday’s hair (and failing) then him doing yours!!! gn!reader, mentions of long hair though!!

(probably OOC, written before penacony!!)

Half asleep and in the comfort of the leader of Penacony’s office, you watched as he scribbled away at a piece of paper. It was half past ten and you were helping him with it, after all, it was your job as his assistant.

“Sunday,” you said, your voice breaking the silence between you two. “Can I do your hair?” It was a spur of the moment decision, you were bored out of your mind, staring at the mounds of paperwork that were meant to run Penacony. You both had finished around three-quarters of the assigned stack and you certainly thought you both deserved a break.

“Hm?” he replied, the corners of his mouth curling into a soft smile. “Sure, I don’t see why not.” You moved to stand behind him. His figure was illuminated by the lantern sitting on the table.

Taking a lock of his hair, and a ribbon from yours, you began to braid his grayish blue hair in a plait, however it was quite a bad one due to his hair not being the longest. You topped it off with your white ribbon, tying it in a bow.

“I think it looks great,” you exclaimed, although it was a horrible lie. His plait was loose in many spots and the ribbon seemed to be falling off ever so slightly.

Sunday touched the plait, which, unsurprisingly, fell apart in his hands. “Ah,” he sighed, “my hair isn’t the best for tying in plaits.” He looked down at the ribbon in his hands and got up from his chair. “How about I do your hair?” he offered. Putting a hand on your shoulder he sat you down in the chair, his chair.

He gently lifted a lock of your long hair and separated it into three parts. Plaiting them skillfully into a braid — topped off with your ribbon, well more like the ribbon he gave you.

“Much better,” he mumbled softly, holding your braided hair in between his two fingers and playing with it. Oh how much you’d give for this moment to last forever, alas, a knock came from the door.

“Excuse me sir, I’m here to collect the paperwork.”

And soon you both returned to writing in the half darkness.

domestic sunday fluff yippee

[kreumiya]

★・Sunday headcanons!!

(he gives me brainrot)

(this is probably OOC, written before penacony)

- when he was younger he probably got a lot more piercings on his wings, but he got embarrassed that they were ‘too tacky’ and let them grow out and only left two of them

- looks like he would definitely hug you and then double hug you with his wings, like it’d wrap around your neck or head depending on how tall you are!!

- would give you his feathers as a good luck charm, just like plucks loose one out of his wings and hands it to you. “It's a good luck charm, take it, throw it away, keep it in your pocket, I don't mind.”

- Also gives you small things he finds interesting like a bird. sees a ribbon that reminds him of you? immediately in your hands from him. a ring he thought you’d like? in your hands immediately

- if you’re hot, he’ll use his wings to fan you or if you’re cold, he’ll kneel down and take your hands and cover them with his wings (like a thermal cover!!! (portable))

- if you’re friends with robin, he’ll ask her about you when he hasn’t been able to see you in a while and if robin says you’re not doing well then he’ll take time out of his horribly busy schedule to visit you

(im so normal about him) (lie)