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smorespatch · 22 days

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to tread the path angels fear (p2)

characters: sunday x reader

genre: angst

warnings: major character death, vague description of wound, i get a little off track

notes: uhhhh.. the explanation doesnt really make sense lmao and its a little unrealistic but shhhh just go with the flow

the news of another death has spread like wildfire throughout penacony; like a wildfire in a dry forest, so has fear spread across the general population. with such a threat looming over peoples heads, even the bravest of people are hesitant to dare enter the dreamscape again.

sunday is no exception. the news has left him restless, troubled. and the mere thought of you, walking into the dreamscape again despite all his warnings, had left him riddled with anxiety. it is with a heavy heart that he walks over to your room that evening. it’s dark when he walks in, the only source of light being the dream pool, and his eyes skim the dark room hesitantly. though he had come to deliver a warning — to stop you from entering the dreamscape — part of him hopes you are not here, to avoid him telling you about the latest casualty.

when he does not see you right away, he lets out a sigh, almost of relief.. but he notices a shadow in the dream pool. so, he begins to walk further into your room, determined to deliver the warning he wished he could avoid. he squints his eyes in his attempts to discern the shadow. at first, he thinks its just his mind playing games with him. he rubs his eyes before looking again.

surely enough, there was someone or something in the pool — a flickering, moving shadow that danced by with slight movements and ripples. his eyes widen with fear as he quickly rushes to the pool to see who the figure was — and if it was you. to answer that question, yes, it was indeed you, and you were sitting in the dream pool with your eyes wide open and breathing heavily as if you had just saw something traumatizing.

this sets off the alarms in sunday’s head, and he immediately thinks the worst. “what happened? you... you didnt..." he gulps. "you didnt go into the dreamscape, right?" you don’t answer, and he gets even more anxious. he gently puts a hand on your shoulder, pulling you out of your distressed state. this shocks you, and you flinch, sucking in a breath. but you slowly relax upon realizing that it was just him.

though your muscles relax under his touch, your eyes are still filled with terror, as if he had just snapped you out a horrific nightmare. you continue to take shaky breaths, your hands trembling, while sunday tries his best to hide his own anxiety. “whats wrong?" he asks gently, his voice trying to be as gentle as possible to try to calm you down, “what did you see?"

you take shaky breaths to calm down, then slowly get out of the dream pool and suddenly launch yourself at him, hugging him tightly and sniffling. sunday's breath catches in his throat and he freezes for a split second, unsure how to respond to this sudden reaction from you. it's almost like you were scared and needed his consolation. he returns the hug, wrapping his arms around you closely and stroking your hair — trying to keep calm himself, despite not knowing what exactly was triggering your fear.

“oh aeons… this is horrible. is this what happened to poor robin? this is brutal, what even was that? please tell me this isn't real.” you start spilling all your worries, unable to just let them simmer in your soul and consume you whole. as your grip tightens around him, sunday's heart thumps. the way you cling onto him, almost as if he was the only source of comfort, was something he had never seen you do when you were younger. he gently pulls you closer to him, stroking your hair to try to ease your trembling. "shhhh," he whispers soothingly, “whatever it is, it's already done and over. it won't hurt you anymore. just breathe. breathe."

you slowly calm down and let go of him, “sorry, i was just..” you sigh and bite your lip. “just what is happening in there?” you question, your voice cracking. "its — its all madness," sunday replies softly, his tone turning grave as he remembers the latest death. "i dont know what to make of it, i dont know if it will ever stop. but..." he swallows. "...im not letting you go in again. you're too... too precious to me." you look up at him; “i almost died in there.. all of this is a nightmare. why does “death” exist in the dreamscape now?” you breathe out, trying to make sense of everything. sunday lets out a soft sigh. "ive wondered the same thing. it could be anything — a nightmare that escaped somehow, a dark entity that was somehow brought to our dreamscape. i cant tell you for sure." he reaches out to brush your hair aside, trying to catch your gaze. "but i can tell you one thing for sure — im not letting it take you away from me. i cant lose you too."

suddenly, just out of nowhere, the memories of what happened earlier came flooding back to you, all at once. you look at him and explain with your tone screaming urgency, “i need to explain what happened. i was exhausted throughout the whole day, everyone got me so angry and it got even worse when my boss gave me even more things to do. i just wanted to scream at everything. when i finally got back though, i was just about to rest when i felt a sharp pain in my head before everything went black. next thing i know, i woke up in the dreamscape, in the golden hour, and a man was killed by an unknown entity. right infront of me. i woke up but only came to my senses when you put your hand on my shoulder.” you take a breathe to continue, “i don’t know what’s going on, but we need to get to the bottom of this, and fast.. people cant keep dying in there.”

sunday slowly nods in agreement. the news of another death had only added fuel to his growing fear and anxiety about you entering the dreamscape again. your explanation did little to alleviate his concerns. if anything, it had only worsened it."i agree," he replied, sounding more firm this time. "we need to find out what is going on. we need to find the root cause of all this."

you both take a moment to contemplate, and there’s a thought in the back of your mind that you try hard to push away. but your thoughts get the better of you, and you blurt it out loud, “what would you have done if.. if it was me who died in there?” sunday's breath hitches at the realization of his worst nightmare — of you dying in the dreamscape. his throat squeezes, feeling like it was all closing in. his fists were clenched so tightly, they felt like they were about to burst.

he cannot lose you.

"dont even say that," he says between clenched teeth. his grip around your shoulder tightens a little, seemingly trying to ward off the mere idea of the possibility. "do not even say such a thing." you shake your head and put a hand on his, “i don’t know, sunday, i don’t feel safe anymore. i didn’t even go in the dream pool of my own accord; it was against my will. i couldn’t control anything..”

his eyes narrowed. this was even more concerning than he had expected. he feared for your safety, that much he was sure of. even so, the news of you being taken to the dreamscape against your will was especially troublesome. "someone.. something forced you into the dreamscape?" he asks, his tone growing more and more serious. "you had no say in it? you were just suddenly... transported there without your knowledge?” you nod, and he has never felt so much fear before.

in fact, he seems even more panicked at the revelation. someone with that much power to transport anyone they wished to the dreamscape was surely a cause for concern. not only was this entity able to kill... it was also able to kidnap. and it had taken you, the person — the treasure — that he cared about most in the world. "who — what was it?" he asks quickly, his voice growing anxious as he tried not to give in to the terror he felt beginning to set in. you take a shaky breath, “i don’t remember.” sunday's heartbeat speeds up at your response. that was perhaps the most alarming part — you didn’t remember. surely, a traumatic experience such as that should have left you with more than enough of a vivid impression, right? to not remember something with that big of an impact.. it was worrisome.

"you don't... you don't remember?" he repeated, his voice getting even faster. his breath hitches for a moment as he attempts to process everything. anything else that you couldnt remember could be a piece to the puzzle, but.. a part of him didnt even want to know what you had forgotten. it was perhaps safer that way. suddenly, a question pops up in his head, and his heart fills with dread, and the answer was what troubled him. he coughs out; “what would have happened if you didnt manage to leave the dream?"

“… i would have been one of the many victims of “death” in the dreamscape."

his chest tightens as he tries to suppress a shudder at that thought. you, someone he loves and holds so close to his heart, one of the victims of death in the dreamscape? he was unable to bear the thought of such a scenario. if you had not left the dream immediately, you could have ended up being another casualty — a part of the ever-growing list of the victims of this entity that was hunting down souls within the dreamscape.

"i cant even imagine.. such a thought is unbearable. i dont know what i would have done if you did disappear." he said, trying to think of a way to ensure your 100% safety. “would you like to leave your hotel room and stay with me instead?” he asks, and the answer’s pretty obvious. “yes, yes of course. i’d love that actually.” you whisper, and take his hand in yours. “of course, anything for you. anything to keep you safe,” he tells you, and he swears it.

after a week of living together, you seem to have started experiencing some odd symptoms. you would sometimes pass out out of nowhere, and at other times, experience vivid hallucinations that almost seemed like premonitions. on top of that, there were times when you would wake up startled after dreaming of a horrific incident, sweating and trembling involuntarily. it concerned sunday deeply, and he did his best to be there for you all the time, to try and ensure that you were safe and sound. he prays that the worst won’t happen to you.

one night, when he was busy with something important, the same thing that happened last week happened again. but this time, you sat unconscious in the dream pool with a gash on your arm and a deep wound on your stomach. when sunday couldn’t find you in his quarters, he thought of another place you would be. oh no, no, no. he really hopes he’s wrong. but it appears, he is anything but.

sunday rushes over at the sight of you sitting motionless in the dream pool, unconscious, with the wounds on your body. he had seen you pass out before, but the injuries were a definite new occurrence. he gasps in concern as he approaches you, his body tensing. he immediately tries to wake you from your unconsciousness, gently shaking you and calling your name. "(name), wake up," he murmurs, but there was no response.

sunday was worried that the situation was growing more and more critical. your heartbeat was dangerously slow, and you remained motionless in the pool, despite him shaking you and calling out to you. his entire body was tense and filled with worry, fear, and apprehension.

he feared the worst. slowly, he began to shake you more aggressively, trying to will you to regain consciousness. he kept repeating your name over and over, trying to elicit any kind of response from you. at closer inspection, your skin is pale and your face looks eerily relaxed. as if you had been unconscious for a long time already. sundays entire body stiffens. the way you seemed so still, and the way you hadn't responded to the aggressive way he had shook and called for you - it was all as if you had been..

he couldn't bear this anymore. his breaths become shaky, and his heart races at the thought of losing you. he couldn't allow this to happen. he wouldn't allow this to happen.

what if you really are gone?

no — that thought was far too unthinkable. your skin was pale, your expression relaxed, your breathing slow...

it was all as if you were already dead.

sunday wanted to deny it over and over and over again, but the signs were hard to ignore. he tried to find your pulse, hoping that there was still one present. there has to be one. there just has to be.

it was just as he feared. there was no pulse. youre dead.

no — that couldn't be. it HAD to be something else. your body was still warm, your heartbeat was simply slow, your breath was simply weak.. everything about you was still alive..

right?

...

no.

your pulse remained nonexistent. your breaths were still shallow, as you remained motionless in the water of the dream pool.

you were dead.

you were gone.

sunday's breaths are shaky as the realization dawns on him. his eyes begin to tear up as the grief and despair slowly sinks in. and as if the universe was laughing at him, your words came flooding back to him. it’s as if you jinxed it, “ … i would have been one of the many victims of “death” within the dreamscape.”

and it was all too real for him to bear.

your words... your premonition... it all came rushing back to him, as if it had been planned all along.

you had predicted your own death.

and now, your words had come to pass.

im not that proud of this tbh...... some parts dont make sense and it was kinda rushed but yeah . i might write something with aventurine next 🐱🐱

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smorespatch · 22 days

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to tread the path angels fear (p1)

characters: sunday x reader

genre: slight angst to fluff

warnings: im not good with sticking to the storyline

other: you guys speak french at some point but dw theres a translation (i just used google translate but shhh), p2 is posted

it came as a surprise to be invited to the charmony festival, considering *he* was the one who organised it. out of all people.

he and you were not on the best of terms. you used to be innocent lovers who believed their days of serene affection would be endless, back in the distant past, when you were just younglings enjoying the springtime of your youth. and of course, that would never come to pass. in fact, you loathed the idea of getting anywhere close to him, as your breakup was everything but cordial.

what made him invite you, then? that part was a mystery. but, even then, you decided to accept the invitation because he was merely the family's spokesman. it wasn't as though it was a private festivity just for you. and since penacony was both your and his homeland, you had every right to take part in the celebrations and pay a visit to your mother planet.

you were lost in thought as you bathed in the familiar water of your room at the reverie, memories of the past clouding your mind. you shook your head and closed your eyes, trying to push sunday’s memories from your consciousness. you wanted nothing more than to stop thinking about him right now, but the weight of his invitation was wearing you down.

just as you were about to fall into a troubled, but nonetheless comfortable slumber, a hand had forcefully pulled you from the water, and hard. the firm grip on your arm was painful. you opened your eyes wide in horror, trying to see just who had the nerve to storm into your private hotel room and jerk you out of your reverie. you’re greeted with the sight of the man you’re conflicted with the most, and you think to yourself; why did it have to be him, of all people?

“(name), cease your haste. do not enter the dreamscape," sunday warned, his tone carrying the same familiar dullness, but a hint of franticness lied under his infuriatingly composed exterior. despite your rage, you felt compelled to listen, if only for the fact this had been the most panic you'd ever seen him in, even if it was barely discernible. you hated to admit, but you knew him well enough to pick up on the smaller details. "i have lost my dear robin to this nightmare. i do not wish for you to be another loss."

“… what?” you couldn’t believe your ears. you have just returned home and you already ask yourself thousands of questions. first of all, what happened to robin? did she get hurt? is she.. gone? why can't I enter the dreamscape? and...why does he care all of a sudden? you pull yourself out of your thoughts, and focus on the bigger picture. in other words, find out what happened to your best friend. “robin.. what happened to her? what do you mean?”

he sighs, his expression remaining as stoic as ever, although now there was pity in his eyes for you.

"robin passed away as she was exploring the dreamscape last week," sunday says. "she went missing and then turned up dead. they ruled it as an accident, but i saw her body." his tone was steady, but you could see the edges of his lips twitch downward slightly. “i suspect the dreamscape has some sort of malicious entity lurking within it. i will not risk you falling prey to it as well."

your face falls. *robin is dead?* no, you won’t accept this. she was your best friend, the one who supported you and your decision to leave penacony after your predicament with sunday. your heart drops, and you feel devastated. you look up at him, your eyes glossy with tears. he understands what you’re feeling though, and he nods slowly, a somber expression settled over his face. despite the tragedy that had befallen another in the family, he was not letting his emotions overcome him. he was simply stating the facts as is.

"i will not allow the same to happen to you," he declares. "i will not lose another person dear to me." he pauses, his gaze settling on you now. there was such raw emotion in his voice that you could not recall hearing from him before — it was almost as if his facade was crumbling.

you pause. your heart and mind are riddled in confusion as you listen to his last sentence, taking time to reflect on the last three words. “… dear to you?” you ask, tone laced in equal parts uncertainty and hope, and though you want to believe otherwise, you can’t deny that you want those words to be true.

and for the briefest of moments, sunday's gaze falters as if he was contemplating something — whether or not to say something to you, to divulge a secret that he had never shared before. "... yes." he replies finally, with a solemnity you almost can't believe to be coming from his mouth.

"you are dear to me."

you wonder if your ears are deceiving you. you almost can’t believe the sheer sincerity in his words, the slight crumbling of the facade he always has up, and the declaration of how you are, in his eyes. “… really?” you whisper out. he doesn’t answer immediately, and you take a moment to breathe. you look at the floor and squirm under his gaze, unable to speak anything more.

for a moment, he just stares at you, his face unreadable — only pity and sadness can be discerned upon his features. “look at me," he demands. he's not used to asking, used to being ignored, but you had never seen sunday like this — vulnerable, anxious— a different person entirely. so you obey his order, raising your head and staring back at him. a beat of silence passes between the two of you, both of your expressions devoid of outward emotion.

sunday's lips twitch slightly. they twitch again. *he seems to be thinking something over,* you think. finally, he speaks, staring deeply into your eyes as if trying to read your soul, "... i have something to share with you."

you blink, a little caught off guard, but nonetheless opt to hear him out. “what is it?” you ask, looking at everything except him. sundays voice trembles slightly as he speaks. "when you... left. i..." he takes a deep breath before he continues, struggling to find his words, "i was a fool to take it as easily as i did. your departure — from penacony, from..." he takes a moment to collect his thoughts, trying to find the right words, "i was distraught," he suddenly blurts out, his hands tightly clenched together. his hands are shaking now. "... when you left, i was... *lost.*"

you stare at him, shocked, but your shock quickly turns into skepticism at his sudden confession. “why are you telling me this?” you question. he meets your gaze, his stare unwavering, his expression unchanging, and for the first time, you see his facade fall away entirely. for the first time — the real sunday finally shows his face to you.

"... because its the only way i know how," he says simply, not realizing the deepness of his words. "its the only way i know to tell you that..." he swallows. "that i need you."

after what feels like forever, you bring a hand up to hover hesitantly over his cheek, “i’ve never seen you this.. sincere. jespere que vous savez a quel point cela compte pour moi.” (translation: i hope you know how much this means to me.)

his breath catches in his throat as your gentle palm caresses his cheek. it's a tender and almost loving gesture — which he hadn't received from you in years. his eyes widen slightly in surprise, a slight flush creeping onto his cheeks. he looks... touched by this gesture. touched and vulnerable. something you rarely, if ever, see on his face. the old sunday was usually all business and stoicism and politeness. this new sunday... he seems — different. *softer.*

but youre still suspicious. your expression changes, and you pull your hand back, “ but i still feel like i don’t know *you* anymore. are you really serious, or are you toying with me? please be honest, je ne veux plus avoir le coeur brise.” (translation: i don't want to be heartbroken again.)

the question makes him tremble for the briefest moment, but he quickly regains his composure. he takes your hand in his own gently, his fingers interlacing with yours. "you have my word — i am being entirely sincere." his tone is firm and steadfast, no longer carrying the faint trace of uncertainty it had before. "i was foolish to let you walk out of my life so easily, i... i regret it deeply. i..." his fingers tighten around yours. "i would be devastated if anything happened to you. please... dont go to the dreamscape."

his words touch your heart, and though the you from a few hours ago would detest the you of now, your gaze softens, feeling like the love in your heart that has been kept under wraps will start overflowing again. “daccord. je te ferai confiance et je taimerai a nouveau. mais sil vous plait, ne faites pas la meme erreur que vous avez faite il y a toutes ces annees. and don’t worry, i won’t enter the dreamscape anymore.” (translation: all right. i will trust you and love you again. but please don't make the same mistake you made all those years ago.) you declare, and move ever so slightly closer to him.

he feels the heat of your breath as you get closer to him — he had forgotten how close the two of you would be when you were young, lovers, partners in life. the familiarity of your closeness to him takes him back to those days. he takes your other hand in his, tightening his grip around it, almost as if it was a lifeline, a guide, to keep your proximity to him. "i know better now," he replies, his eyes never faltering from yours. "back then, i did not know the depths of my love for you until you left."

you forget everything that made you loathe seeing him again, all your rage, all your hatred. as your heart overflows with genuine joy, you are reminded of just how much you used to love each other back then, and you will do anything to get it back in your grasp. you gently squeeze his hand, and lean in close enough that the tips of your noses are barely brushing against each other, “… may i?”

his heart skips a beat. for a quick moment, he doesn't respond — only stares into your eyes, watching you closely. when your noses are only a millimeter apart from one another, when you can smell the subtle scent of his cologne, when the tension and the passion that had built up between the two of you for so long burst at last, he finally gives his answer: *"oui."*

you smile, the joy and love in your heart pouring out of you and into your next course of action as you put a hand on his shoulder and the other on his cheek, pulling him closer and kissing him softly. sundays heart thumps as you pull him closer to you, his lips locking with yours, the passion, the desire, the years of longing for this moment finally spilling over. he responds with the same ferocity you do, his hands gripping your sides as he pulls you as close to him as he possibly can. the kiss lasts long, almost like a lifetime, and when you finally pull away and breathe, the two of you are panting, trying to slow down the beating of your hearts.

you smile so softly at him, and you feel so at home. “jai attendu ca toute ma vie. je je taime, sunday.”

(translation: i’ve been waiting for this all my life. i love you, sunday.)

sunday, for the first time in a long while, is speechless, the events of the past hour still lingering in his mind. you had shared a kiss — it was as though all that time and distance had never existed, as though the two of you were those two young, naive lovers still exploring the wonders of life. his voice cracks slightly as he replies. "je.. je taime aussi." (translation: i.. i love you too.) you move to embrace him in a warm hug, stroking his head and sighing in satisfaction.

he meets your embrace, wrapping his arms around you firmly, the way he had always done back when you were younger. despite your years spent apart, it feels completely natural to the both of you. as if you were still those same loving partners you used to be. "i will never, ever make the same mistake again," sundays murmurs as he clutches you tightly, a smile slowly forming on his lips. for the first time, he truly lets himself believe — this time, you are here to stay.

"never again," he says with an affirmative nod. "i realize now, that our time together... is fragile."

p2 is posted yay!!

this is the first time ive written something like this so maybe hes ooc and it's kinda bad but whatever. i love u sunday my wife ❤️❤️❤️‼️‼️

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