Lies, mysteries, and tricks
Fandom: Honkai Starail
Pairing: Sunday/Gen!reader, MENTIONED Gallagher/reader
Warnings: Spoilers for 2.1 and written before 2.2! Very toxic, from both sides, I think? Maybe OOC Sunday.
Summary: You learn about Robin's death, and rush to console Sunday. He isn't the thing you should be worrying about, though.
A/N: It's been a while! Came back to write this, because I couldn't stop thinking about this idea. It's rushed, and it's not really well-written, and it's short. Please forgive me~ (I am obsessed with Gallagher rn, so if anyone has any ideas I would love to hear and write about them :D (I still don't know how to properly use tumblr btw))
“Sunday? Are you in there?”
No answer. You drum your fingers against your sides nervously.
“Sunday, can we talk? Please?”
Still no answer. Your heart beats widely in your chest.
You ignore your thunderous heart as you slowly push the doors of the mansion open. The creaking doors echo and bounce along the empty halls, revealing a giant room, devoid of any light. A luxurious bed, dorned with lights and gems and painted with beautiful colors, is tucked away at the very side of the room. Sunday’s bedroom.
The factions had established that, other than the man himself, Sunday’s blood-related family, along with his spouse, would have access to it. Sunday himself had no permission to grant access to anyone, so you are surprised when the bellhop simply glanced at you and let you in without protest.
You could only guess it was because you two were close friends, and they were used to seeing you enter the Pavilion as children. Still, to enter his bedroom must be a breach in security…
But he wasn’t in any other room you could find. Time was slipping, lives were being lost, and you needed to find him. Fast.
You’re not exactly in the know. Most things you know, only Gallagher has told you. But you know full well that Sunday needs support.
“Sunday, please. I know I haven’t visited in… a while. I know what happened, and I’m sorry. Let’s work this out together. Don’t run away. Please?”
Only your echoes answer.
You were rambling to yourself at this point, desperation climbing further and further up to your chest. You have seen what Sunday does when he loses those he loves- and you want to help him. You don’t ever want to see him like that again. Never again.
You glance at the papers scattered on his desk. Maybe they have some information on where he went. He likes to rant in diaries.
You close your eyes, and pray to whatever Aeon you follow.
Forgive my sins for ever trespassing privacy to this extent.
You don’t exactly have a clear mind when you start to rummage through the papers that endured wear and tear. You start to read some.
How could she do this?
It’s fine. It’s fine. Itsfineitsfineitsfineitsfineitsfine
Robin. Dear Aeons, Robin.
When I find the traitor I will make them pay in blo o d
Please don’t leave me please
Please please please please pleasepleas e
Your stomach drops. Poor Sunday.
Something else catches your eye, though. A soft reflection of a photo, pinned at the corner of the widespread desk. You lean over to take a good look at it.
You bite your lip so hard it nearly breaks skin. But even that dulls in comparison to the piles and piles of photos- all of them just you and Gallagher.
There are a wide range of those photos; from you two sitting across each other in the Dreamjolt Hostelry, to your hands linked together, faces flushed and smiles bright. All of them, with Gallagher’s face crossed out with glaring, red circles.
How dare he HOW DARE HE HOW DARE HE
HE DID IT HE KILLED HER HE TOOK THEM I WILL MAKE HIM PAY
The words are jagged and rough, as if he had barely managed to carve it out with his bare hands. It is a gigantic contrast to the sweet and elegant cursives he writes in his letters to you. It almost made you believe it wasn’t even Sunday who wrote this.
But you’re not stupid. You swallow the bile down your throat as your stomach churns with heightened fear and uncertainty. Sunday is a clever man, which makes him infinitely more dangerous.
Admittedly, he is far more unhinged than the public understands. You’ve never had a problem with it- only crazy can recognize crazy, and that was probably how he uncovered the plan of that gambler.
This doesn’t work in your favor, though. You don’t want to know what it means when he directs this insanity towards you.
You turn to leave.
“Ah, you found me.”
A hand shoots out to grip your arm, and you have no time to react. Shock, as quick as it comes, is slow to settle down. You try to scream.
“Oh Triple-Faced Soul, please seal this traitor's tongue and palms with a hot iron, so that the traitor will not be able to fabricate lies and make false vows.”
No.
Your whole body goes cold. You feel it- the soft waves of Harmony pulsing in your head, trapping your tongue and seeing through your eyes. You had seen its effect- seen how it slaughters and breaks those who disobey. But to receive this kind of treatment yourself…
You finally process the dangerous situation you’re in, and wrench free from his grasp. You regain your stance as you stumble backwards, a question on the tip of your tongue. “Why?”
Sunday looks… off. His clothes are askew, his eyebags more apparent without the illusion of Harmony, and a smile, out of place and out of his mind. He chuckles, far too gentle, so much so that it sends shivers down your spine.
“You know how this goes, don’t you?” he coos, berating and condescending. “Answer my questions truthfully, or suffer the rejection of the Harmony.”
“Why would I ever lie to you?” you ask, “What is there even to ask?”
His eye twitches. His voice drops an octave, laced with poison and jealousy. “You know perfectly well what I mean.”
He breathes in, regaining his footing as the questions begin. “Are you interested in Gallagher? Is he interested in you?”
You think of him. A few hours ago, he insisted he came along to find Sunday with you. You’re starting to regret that decision. “Yes- and, I… I think so.”
Sunday tsks. “Do you know what he is? What it is?”
You cross your arms. “No. He is not human, but I am not exactly a young damsel in distress myself.”
“Do you not understand? That that man is nothing but a memetic entity, with thousands of truths woven together as a lie? Do you not know that the man you hold hands with killed Robin in cold blood? Why would you want to be with a foul beast like him?”
You are taken aback at the venom in Sunday’s tone. He isn’t even hiding it anymore. His breathing is ragged, and his eyes are blown wide.
“I… didn’t.” you admit, far too overwhelmed by his genuine frustration to confirm the validity in his claims.
Sunday suddenly withdrawals, as if sensing he has taken you off guard. He draws himself to his full height, casting a shadow with the light outside in the halls. The pulses in your head die out, as if they were never there.
“You are being tricked, dearest. He is not the man you think he is. He is a monster, a murderer, that serves under a shameful stain. Join me, in the pursuit of the Watchmaker. We can make all of them pay in blood.”
He rants, and you feel your heart sink. He is unstable because of this recent loss, but he has clearly not lost his mind. There is still rhyme and reason to what he does.
“My past? Hah, let’s not get into that just yet. I’ll tell you- someday.”
You glance down at the hand he offers you. His gaze is tender, but far too fragile. His lips are quivering, a silent plea.
You want to reject him. You want to scream at him, punch him, and run away, as far as possible. Gallagher had promised he would explain himself one day, and you had not mentally prepared yourself to know.
But given the unstable state he was in, it is unwise to simply respond with violence.
You reach out for his hand- only for a blade, dark and violet laced with gold, piercing from his stomach. Blue liquid pours from his gut, and this time, you truly do scream.
You don’t hear anything. The withdrawal of the blade is defeated by the look of despair and shock in Sunday’s eyes. He reaches for your hand, in a blind desperation- only to dissipate at the softest graze into a sea of bubbles.
Your heart thunders in your ribcage. A silent dread washes over you, and you hear your breaths grow shorter.
A lighter goes out.
Strong, warm arms envelop you.
A voice, low and gruff, tells you that it’s going to be okay. The voice hovers over your ear, gentle and sweet, almost fabricated to ghost over your ear in a way you can’t refuse. You don’t respond, though, as you feel a sharp cut to your neck, and you’re out like a light.
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I got a cute idea where writers can come together and write little prompts with our favorite characters, and we can set polls for where the fluffiest, angstiest, or whatever comes to mind. Like those popular art polls, and commissions; but I am not asking for money, just doing this for fun. We can even have friendly competitions, but I never seen some big do this for writers, and I would like to do so with my mutuals! :3
@callme-aprilroseisha04
@nerdy-turtle-enthusiast
@error-core-animations
Just some friendly mutuals of mine, any of anybody is interested, totally feel free to up and text me! I can always write with and for y’all!
Fandoms:
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - 2003, 2012, bayverse, 2018)
Sonic
Persona - (3 -5)
Honkai - (Genshin, Starail, and some 3rd Impact)
DC - (Flash, Batman, Superman / Supergirl, Green Arrow)
Spider-Man
Danganropa
The World Ends With You
Kingdom Hearts
One Piece
Devil May Cry
Soul Eater
Mortal Kombat
Life Is Strange
Naruto
Characters:
Tmnt - (Everyone)
Sonic - (Sonic, Tails’, Amy, Shadow, Knuckles’, Jet, Wave, Storm, Blaze, Silver, - don’t want to overcomplicate so just them)
Persona - (Every main character, but you’re allowed to ask for customs)
Honkai - (Everyone from genshin and starail, I’ll specify 3rd impact in DMs)
DC - (who I said up there)
Spider-Man (main characters and antagonists)
Danganropa - (Everyone)
TWEWY - (Everyone)
KH - (Everyone)
One Piece - (Everyone, expect, Black-beard, and Akainu)
DMC - (Everyone)
MK - (Everyone from any timeframe) - Don’t take that out of context, you know what I mean.
Life Is Strange - (Preferably Max, Chloe, Racheal)
Naruto - (Everyone)
That is all, or at least the characters and fandoms I want to do.
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epithet erased, totally spies, scott pilgrim, homestuck, project sekai, love is war, genshin, final fantasy (ffvi), cookierun kingdom, demon slayer, blue beetle, pokemon, dc, warrior cats, kamigami no asobi, omori, ace attorney, magic kaito, my love story with yamada kun at lv998, tf2, trolls, ouran high-school host club, diamon no ace, symphogear, tmnt, baldurs gate 3, detective conan, hannibal, zeno, dinoverse (the secret of myers), cod, hunger games, fnaf, witch hat atelier, persona 5, jjba, revue starlight, horimiya, magical revolution, lycoris recoil, resident evil, shovel knight, honkai starail, family guy, bsd, ena, enstars, love live, halo, rain world, the owl house, ice guy and the cool female colleague, paradox live, helltaker, kill la kill, monster high, bandori, evangelion, undertale, kagerou project, heavens design team, avatar the last airbender, route 96, vanitas no carte, elysia, mieruko chan , kagerou project, gravity falls, doctor who, 1hp club, when they cry, houseki no kuni, madoka magica, marvel, succession, cult of the lamb, until dawn, lookouts game, splatoon, bocchi the rock, mlp, saw, danganrompa, sonic, sailor moon, dragon ball, deltarune.
Here's what I got for now...🦇🎀
Amazing I applaud your work!
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