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[umanari]

your writing is amazing! but Im dissapointed by the use of fonts.

fyi, they completely mess up a screen-reader whenever you use a copy and paste font. not to mention theyre hard to read even for people without screenreaders

ah, my apologies! i'm on phone so it just shows as the font- i changed back all the copied and pasted fonts to its regular tumblr one. ty for saying ^_^

[umanari]

masterlist

honkai: star rail

> long walk home - yan! sunday x spouse! gn! reader

[umanari]

introduction + request rules

introduction

♡ hi! please feel free to call me nari! idm pet names or the like in asks, but please don't go overboard. also, feel free to interact with me too outside of writing or just ramble in my inbox!!!!!

♡ i am not the greatest at describing myself, so forgive me... weh...

♡ please feel free to block me if this blog does not suit your taste. i would rather be blocked and move on.

♡ simply ask me if you want to be mutuals or anything!!!!!

♡ basic dni applies. i use my block button freely

{ masterlist }

request rules

♧ primarily, the only fandom i am currently writing for is honkai: star rail. of course, i might add more fandoms, but hsr is the main one i'm interested in as of late. i also will just post my own writings, so they may not all be yandere focused.

♧ i write usually whenever i have the motivation.. however, if it's a request, i will try my best to get it out fast!

♧ do's/don't:

do's: i will write about dark materials here. this does not mean i am exclusively a yandere blog, but i will write about them. please, feel free to request just regular fluff/angst/or whatever. or request it with yan, ehehe.

do's: i will do headcanons, scenarios, and oneshots! i might do followups on my own, though, if the prompt or the like interests me enough.

> headcanons: up to 3 characters, with around to 7 or more bulletpoints

> scenarios: 1 character only, please!

> oneshots: 1 character only. they will usually be around 1k or a bit more. I Will Try To Make it To 1k. pls

do's: please specify if you want a gendered reader! i am fine with doing male/female reader. otherwise, i will default to gender neutral reader.

do's: i write for both female and male members of the cast!!!

don't: please don't request nsfw.

don't: please don't request any of the younger people of the cast. ie, such as hook, clara, yanqing, and the like. this includes any upcoming character that are stated to be young/and or a child.

please keep in mind that while i may not list it here, if i am uncomfortable with a request, i will not write it.

the acheron dividers go to @/yukiexpress! he makes a lot of cute dividers, so go check em out!

[umanari]

yan! sunday x reader - long walk home

summary: this isn't a one-shot, more of a scenario. reader here is sunday's spouse and is dealing with everything after what happened in the end of penacony.

c/w: sunday is stated to be controlling, manipulation, the whole yandere shebang. also using that one theory that sunday might become a stellaron hunter, but it's mostly implied here. feel free to tell me what tags are needed, because i am horrible with tags.

Sunday is missing. He had been missing ever since the Astral Express crew had beaten him.

You react to this with indifference, mostly. Of course, you put on a show in public- because you have to. Robin finds comfort in you, over some idea of shared grief- you wonder, once, where she had gotten the impression. But you wave it away. Robin cries into your shoulder, and you know better than to hurt her when she's down.

Everything remains the same. Sunday had not been the greatest love of your life- which he had always lamented. You were his love- so, in truth, you move on fairly quickly. But you don't seek anyone new- because there is no point, and the cameras watch your every move. So you settle. You stay in that suffocating mansion of his, and act like a grieving spouse. This role does not suit you, but you can just about make anything work for you nowadays.

Sunday hadn't been a terrible husband. Controlling, yes, possessive, too- but he was not particularly unkind. He loved you. As much love as the man can give, in any case. You had once come to the conclusion that he did love you, yes- but it was out of some desire of control. You had loved him once, perhaps. That love had been out of fear, though, you amend. Terrified. But you had grown used to him.

The new status quo for you is relatively simple. You attend interviews, and you lament- tearfully, of course- on what the wrongs your husband had committed. You say you miss him. It is not true, but you must make it seem that way.

This is your life. You prefer it, if for the calm silence broken up by the occasional interview or phone call.

And then Sunday appears again, and everything is thrown into disarray.

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"Why are you back," you state. It is not a question. You do not look at him with any sort of affection. In fact, you seem close to rolling your eyes.

Sunday sighs. "I am allowed to visit my partner."

"Aren't you in jail," you respond instead, "well," you pause. "Supposed to be, in any case?"

Sunday waves you off. He does this normally, and you have grown used to it. When he does not respond, you take it as a yes.

"I was," he finally states. "But I have been.. shown an different path. One free from both Ena and Xipe."

"What does that have to do with me," you counter. You inch away from him. He looks different. You finally notice the little imperfections about his outfit, and wonder briefly why he hasn't gone into a rage about it yet.

Sunday does not notice your gaze. Rather, he does notice- but he pays it no heed.

"I would like for you to come with me."

You pause. You purse your lips.

"No," you reply. "No. Wouldn't it be best for you to shed any remnants of your old identity, if you really did escape from jail or whatnot?"

"You make sense," Sunday states. "I have always liked that about you. You are logical- but kind."

He walks closer. You slink away. His halo flutters, and you realize something. He will do this regardless. He has always done what he wants, regardless. He loves you, therefore, he needs to control you.

He is finally close enough to touch you. And your barrier cracks, and you shiver and you want to cry. You hate this man, you bitterly think, you hate him. He takes and he gives and in recompense for everything, you were his little stress toy.

"Come now," he croons out, fixing a strand of your hair, "we shall leave Penacony together. While the perfect dream did not work out, we will always have each other."

In a way, it is romantic. In another universe, perhaps. But here you shiver. You recoil. He only grabs you tighter, and it is here- it is here, when you finally do cry for something.