#suntan fanfic

[omosntn]

wip! i haven’t updated this fic in a while, but i’m working on it again! i’m cooking another thing in my brain so hopefully it comes to fruition soon!

You can read the first chapter of Beautiful Stranger here!

[echodrawsthings]

Congratulations, you won!

[elysiandxyz]

Elysian..dxyz and @fizzalicious presents..

ONE LAST SUNRISE : A SUNKEL FOCUSED AU

This has been in the works for a few months, and Fizzy decided to start writing about it! He’s gonna be in charge of writing the chapters while I will be in charge of the art! While school will affect me, This will be worth it (I hope)

Please go support me and Fizzy’s work on AO3!! (It’s also on Wattpad but it’s only bc it’s for the sake of spreading the word ig)

[miyulien]

little snippet of my suntan 4th chapter :)

Sunny eyes at Kel too, the way he looked —even in modest clothing— was so very eye-catching. Kel was certainly attractive, for fact, but the way he looked right now, the snow falling a little bit on his wavy, fluffy brown strands, and how the light blue sky illuminated the side of Kel’s face at such a majestic angle. He was truly a piece of art, standing right in front of him, live. If Sunny had a canvas, he’d paint Kel right there on the spot.

It’s not to say Kel wasn’t normally this beautiful, but it was more so the yearning Sunny had felt to see Kel once more, and once finally satisfying that urge, Kel had looked even more stunning in real life. He wouldn’t be surprised if he had a long list of people waiting to date him at this point. Or maybe Sunny was just simply biased. But bias aside, he was certainly pretty.

[watermelon-jooce]

omori angst..?

YES.

BULLY HIM.

enjoy,,,,,,,,,,

[sixpossumsinatrenchcoat]

Talking to Ghosts

A postgame Omori epilogue exploring the way each member of the gang would cope after learning the truth. This time, Kel takes the wheel.

After Sunny gets into his mom’s car and leaves Faraway for good, Kel sits on his porch and Doesn’t Think About Anything. 

It isn’t easy. Kel just had one of the craziest nights of his life. Everything Sunny said in that hospital room is bouncing around in his brain like one of those DVD screensavers. Except instead of a tacky color-changing logo, it's the worst thing he ever heard. 

Luckily, Kel is very good at this game. He kicks off his shoes and digs his toes into the dirt. He plucks blades of grass and shreds them into spindly little threads. The bloody wreckage of Sunny's eye keeps surfacing in his mind, but it's way more fun to think about what he could IM Sunny about, now that Sunny has AIM. It’s even nicer to remember how tight Sunny hugged him before he left. 

…Man. It's dumb, ‘cause it’s not like he didn’t already, but. Kel is really gonna miss that guy. 

The sun climbs higher in the sky. The clouds scud by in no particular hurry. By the time the cool of morning heats to day, Kel is feeling sort of normal, actually. 

So, of course, that’s when Aubrey shows up. 

“Sunny,” she spits. 

Kel does a double-take. “Wh— Huh?? Where???”

“No, you fucking moron, I’m asking. Where the fuck is Sunny.”

Right. Classic Aubrey. Skipping straight to ‘physical violence’ is an insane first resort, but it’s par for the course, for Aubrey. When Aubrey feels bad, she can’t just hide it, like Hero, or swallow it, like Basil, or—freaking—think about literally anything else, like Kel. Aubrey would rather forge her hurt into a warhammer and swing it at anyone dumb enough to get close. 

They’ve had this fight a million times already. At this point, Kel could do it in his sleep. 

Even after all this time, he can’t help letting Aubrey piss him off. But he does manage to bail out before she can break all his bones with her nail bat, so. That’s probably personal growth. 

Kel gets all pissed off and stomps off and then stops being pissed off, because he hates being pissed off. He’s always hated feeling angry. It feels like poison in his blood. He doesn’t get how so many people can do it so much of the time. Why would you choose to feel bad when instead you could just… look at something else?

###

On his way inside, Kel blunders right into Hero.

“O-Oh! Sorry, bro!” 

“All good,” Hero says automatically. Reflexive. His eyes are rimmed with red, but he obviously doesn’t plan on talking about it. “You okay?”

Kel has to stop himself from rolling his eyes. Clearly, Hero is taking the news way, way, way worse than anyone. (Including Aubrey, who is currently, actively committing property damage about it). But of course he’d rather die than say so. 

“Totally,” Kel reassures him. “All good.”

###

It was the same when they were kids. 

Oh, Hero acts like he never gets mad. He acts like he’s too grown-up for that kind of thing. He’s even pretty good at it. He’s got Aubrey fooled, and Sunny. And obviously their parents (not that that one was much of a challenge. Mamá and Dad would believe anything if Hero was the one who said it). 

But Hero could never fool Mari. Mari was sharp, like Sunny. Perceptive enough to smell the lies on your breath. If you were hiding something, she could always draw it out of you. She’d soften Hero up with teasing and flattery and then hit him in his weak spot at the exact right moment, the perfect jab at the perfect angle to split him open like a fish. The good cop and the bad cop, all in one. 

Kel used to hear them sometimes. Once in a blue moon, when Hero and Mari were sure that no one was listening, they would even let their hair down a little. Take off their disguises and let themselves be less-than-perfect for a change. Sometimes it was Hero who was crying, and sometimes it was Mari. Sometimes both of them at once! 

But most of the time, they weren’t crying. They were pissed. 

Like in fourth grade, after Kel’s practice got rained out. Kel was soaking wet and past exhausted. All he wanted was to lie down and close his eyes and not even think about the stupid math test that he definitely flunked this morning. 

He was already reaching for the door when he heard the voices: pitched low and stretched taut, like a rubber band about to break. 

“—even matter!!” Hero was whispering. “If I’m too busy, it’s my fault for not helping; but if I do tutor him—instead of studying for my own finals!! By the way!! Which I really need to be doing!!!”

“I’m familiar with the concept,” Mari said drily.

“—then it’s still my fault for—what? Not helping well enough? I mean, what??? What do they expect me to do? Freaking… crawl inside his head and make him smarter?” 

Mari snickered. “You could hide a walkie-talkie in his hat. Like that Spongebob episode where he goes to driver’s ed.”

Hero huffed a tired laugh. “I just don’t get what they expect me to do. I’m not the one who still can’t do long division in fourth grade.” 

Kel froze with his hand on the doorknob. Okay. Yeah. He wasn’t sure for a second, but—yeah. They were definitely talking about him. 

Some people would probably pick a fight about it. Some people (cough, cough, Aubrey) would storm in guns a-blazing. And where would that get her? All the mean stuff she heard would still be in her head. Nothing would change, except that everyone would know that everyone knew that everything was worse than it looked. Kel didn’t want any part in it.

He backed away from the door. He backed all the way down the hall, and halfway down the stairs. Then—louder this time—he stomped up the steps and burst through the door to their room.

“Oh!” Hero looked very briefly panicked. “H-Hey, little bro! Short practice today?” 

“Uh huh! We got rained out! But look!!!” Kel bared his teeth, showing off the ragged hole where his canine used to be. 

Hero turned faintly green. 

“Grooossss!” Mari giggled. “Did you twist it out yourself?”

“Uh huh!”

She ruffled his hair. “You’re so cool, Kel. Don’t ever change, okay?”

Kel grinned up at her, gap-toothed and beaming. “You got it!!”

###

But everyone changes.

###

Kel opens his eyes in Basil’s room. 

It’s not how he remembers. Basil’s room used to be wall-to-wall leaves and vines and memories. Now it’s vacant. No photos. No sticky note reminders. None of Sunny's sketches on the walls. Just white paint and beige carpet and a pool of inky dark, slowly swallowing the floor. 

In real life, Kel wasn’t here for this part. He had to hear about it from Aubrey while they huddled outside the ICU, clutching each other’s hands hard enough to cut off the circulation and taking turns telling each other that it was going to be okay. But Kel’s brain must not know that. Because this time, he can see everything.

Basil kneels over Sunny’s chest. Sunny’s face is eyeless mush. A mangle of ground meat. 

There’s a blur of motion as Hero tackles Basil against the wall.

“Kel!” he bellows. He kicks the shears across the floor. “Kelsey! Now!!”

Oh. This is where he comes in. 

Kel jerks around to stare at Hero, who’s got Basil pinned by the throat. “Wh–What?”

“Hold him!!”

“Huh???” Basil isn’t even struggling. He's just dangling there. Bleeding.

“NOW!!”

On his way across the room, Kel almost trips over something on the floor. A body. Sunny’s. But Sunny was sleeping in the living room. Why would Sunny be on Basil’s floor? 

Kel looks closer. 

Sunny’s face is red. Sunny’s hair is slicked flat and his face is all red, only red without any eyes at all. His face is torn red and he’s—moving. He’s moving. He’s awake. He’s bleeding out and he can feel it happen because he’s still awake. 

Sunny looks at Kel without any eyes. Red sputters through his teeth. “Khrrrh—”

###

Kel wakes up gasping. Scrambles for his phone before he remembers that he doesn’t have Sunny's number. Does Sunny even have a phone? Would Kel even know if he did?

He stumbles downstairs to the family desktop. Sunny’s online. Big surprise. Sunny is always online, and never answers. 

Kel is so freaked out, he almost types, ‘Hey, are you okay?’

‘Hey, Sunny! Sorry, I don’t want to stress you out, but I’m really scared. I’m really scared for you Sunny. I can’t stop feeling like something bad is going to happen. I can’t stop dreaming that something bad is going to happen. But they don’t feel like nightmares. They feel like visions. Premonitions.’

‘Hi Sunny. Long time no see, haha. Hey, weird question: are you okay? Are you hurt? Please tell me if you’re hurting but please please PLEASE don’t lie. Sometimes I get so scared you’re going to die. Are you going to die? You have to tell me if you’re—’

Kel doesn’t type any of that stuff. 

He types, snnyyyy! u up? lol

He types, cant sleep haha

He types, wanna sneak out 2 hobbeez? ;) ;) ;)

Sunny doesn’t answer. Because he lives three hours away, and because he never answers. Whatever it is that Sunny wants, it’s obviously not to go to fucking Hobbeez.

Kel types, misss u bro. gna try 2 sleep. wishme luck :/

###

When he pads downstairs, he’s met with the hissing crackle of frying eggs.

“Mo~rning!” his mom sings out. “Thought I’d make breakfast, since it’s your brother’s last day!”

Right. Hero heads back to college tomorrow. Kel knew that. “Heck yeah! Can I help?”

“Vaya, vaya! I don’t need any more mess! Oh, and your friend got home from the hospital. You should go say hi! I’m sure he’d appreciate it.”

“My—” Kel sputters, before he remembers that she couldn’t possibly be talking about Sunny. Sunny lives three hours away. “Who??”

“The little blanquito. Que siempre parece como conejito mojado.”

Well, that’s definitely not Sunny. Which means that, by ‘hospital,’ Mamá meant ‘psych ward.’ Specifically, the wing for kids who tried to murder their best friend.

Kel’s eyes unfocus a little. The last time he saw Basil, it was—

(—pinned to the wall with Hero's elbow pressed into his throat. Beads of red dripping from his fingers. Even later, blanched and bloodless on the gurney, Kel could still see the blood crusted under his—

Basil wasn’t even very badly hurt, after. It looked a lot worse than it was, but that’s just ‘cause all his wounds were on his face. It’s not like Sunny’d had any way to defend himself. Just his own two hands. At worst, the marks might have got infected from all the grime under Sunny’s unwashed nails.)

“You should go see him!” Mamá says encouragingly. “I’m sure he’d be glad to see a friend.”

…Right. That’s what Kel is. A friend.

###

Basil really is back. He’s coming to school and everything. It’s—weird.

Not bad. It’s not bad. It’s just that talking to Basil is— Um. It’s sort of like playing a videogame about talking to Basil. Like Kel is watching himself from outside-in.

It was the same after Mari. Kel couldn’t wrap his head around why she did it. He couldn’t even stand to think about why she did it. So, he didn’t. He spent months on autopilot. Controlling his body remotely, like a mech pilot or something. ‘Press A to get out of bed.’ ‘Press B to put on your clothes.’ ‘Press X to bring your brother another meal that you both know he isn’t going to eat.’

“K-Kel?” Basil says again.

“Haha, sorry! Guess I spaced out for a second. I just wanted to say that it’s, uh. You know. It’s good to have you back! And if you ever need anything—someone to talk to, or to back you up if someone’s messing with you, or whatever—just, like, let me know.”

Basil doesn’t look up. He just keeps fidgeting with his fingernails, chewing a scab on his lip that’s already started to bleed. He obviously isn’t convinced.

“Hey, c’mon!” Kel whacks him on the arm, making Basil flinch. “You know we’ve got your back. If anyone gives you a hard time, you tell them to talk to me.”

If anything, Basil looks even less convinced. “...R-Right. Um. Thank you. I’ll… do that.”

Kel has to stop himself from scowling. He’s aware that he’s fucking this up. He just doesn’t understand why.

For a few years there, Kel was pretty sure that he was a good friend, at least. If nothing else. Now it turns out he couldn’t even get that right. In the end, it’s like everything else. No matter how hard he tries, it never seems to be enough.

What is it about friendship that he isn’t getting? Isn’t being friends just, like… hanging out, and going on adventures, and having a good time and stuff? Why is everyone so determined to make it into this big exhausting thing?

###

Kel is hanging out on Sunny’s porch again. Though technically it isn’t Sunny’s porch anymore. The For Sale sign is gone, so the sale must have gone through. But no one’s actually moved in yet, so. Not like there’s anyone to kick him out.

Kel isn’t moping, if that’s what you think. Being here is just a habit. Somewhere he goes to be alone. If anyone saw him here, they’d feel too awkward to approach.

…With one obvious exception.

Aubrey stalks across the lawn with her bat slung over one shoulder. The storm brewing in the air frizzes her hair to angry spikes. As usual, she doesn’t mince words.

“Are you seriously still doing this?”

Kel buries his face in his hands. “Why are you still so mad at me?”

“Why do you think?”

Thunder rolls. Lightning rends the sky, a violent gash in the dark.

“I don’t know!!” Kel shouts, too-loud in the ensuing quiet. “That’s why I’m asking!!”

Just for a second, Aubrey’s bat lowers. “...Are you actually fucking stupid? You totally iced me out. For years. In the worst time of my life.”

“I already apologized for that!!”

“I don’t care,” Aubrey snarls. Her goodwill has officially run out. “That doesn’t do anything! I’m not gonna get any less mad until you make it make sense!!”

Kel grimaces. “It’s— It was just…”

…It’s just that she was being so awful. At home, Kel was swallowed up by the black hole of Hero’s grief. And the second he clawed his way out into the light, there was Aubrey, choking, totally coming apart. Kel just wanted to feel okay for two seconds. Was that really so much to ask?

Wasn’t it bad enough that Mari was gone? Wasn’t it enough that Sunny left with her? There were plenty of times when Kel couldn’t get away from it. When he had to lock himself in the shower to keep from breaking down. But did it really have to be all the time? Always? For every second of every day?

Kel couldn’t even laugh at a joke without feeling like a jerk. Like feeling okay for a second was an insult. (Not to Mari, obviously. Mari was like Kel: she found the fun in every moment. Mari would be thrilled to see him whoop after landing a free throw, or laugh because a butterfly landed on his juice-stained shirt. And she’d hate how Hero and Aubrey were acting. So why was Kel the only one who was wrong?)

“I gotta go,” he mutters, jerking to his feet.

Aubrey barks a cold laugh. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.”

You can read Kel's chapter here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43929270/chapters/123048562

Or start from the beginning: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43929270/chapters/110454879

[thesoulbox]

IM FINALLY WRITING A SUNTAN ONESHOT YOU GUYS. ITS GONNA BE CHOCK FULL OF FLUFF HOLD ONTO YOUR SOCKS

[delilahirina]

Once upon a time there was a gloomy midnight, cursed, plunged in the deepest purples and reds, while I was looking, on my bed with a sheet printed with basketballs, weak and tired, many photo albums, full of memories, while my eyes had not slept for a long time and my dark circles had become painful...

As I was nodding off, almost taking a nap, something I had sworn I would never do again, suddenly there was a tapping sound, as of someone knocking softly, banging on my front door.

"At this hour?", I muttered, "No, it can't be, there can't be anyone at this hour, it must be just the wind...just that and nothing more".

I distinctly remember it was in the bleak December; and every dying ember left its ghost on the ground.

I anxiously looked forward to the next day, and the day after that, until the end of my days. From my albums came the relief of grief, grief for my rare and radiant friend, named Sunny, once a whole person, full of life, strange but overwhelmingly happy...now, in the ground, under a coffin, now nameless here and forever more.

And the silky, sad, uncertain whisper of each orange patterned curtain of those stupid basketballs...I shivered, filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; so now, to calm my heartbeat, I kept repeating....

Suddenly my soul grew stronger; then I hesitated no longer, and carefully made my way down my darkened house, avoiding bumping into the stair railing, and grabbed the knob of my front door, and peeked out part of my face, feeling the cold night air crashing against my features.

"'It's Hero, my parents, they want to come in the house. Yes, that must be it. It's that and nothing more."

"Hero?" I said, "It's 3 o'clock in the morning, Hero, why are you coming home at this hour?" here I opened the door wide... darkness and nothing more.

Deep in that darkness, looking out into the empty street, hearing the little creaks of the flow of electricity powering every house in this cursed town, I stood there wondering, fearing, doubting, imagining things no mortal dared to dream before, a ghost, a creature, anything inexplicable to the human; But nothing was happening, but the silence was unwavering, and the stillness gave no sign, and the only word I managed to utter from my mouth was the whispered word, "Sunshine?" This I whispered, and a cursed echo, a resonant, haunted echo from the darkness of the night, beyond the trees, murmured the word, "Sunshine!"... only this and nothing more.

I went back to my room, slamming my door shut, running, with beads of cold sweat running down my forehead, my soul on fire, feeling my body tensing and my breath quickening, and my eyes bloodshot as I locked my room, when, soon I heard again a knocking somewhat louder than before.

"Surely," I said, "surely it must be some drunk wanting to play a prank, surely it's some person, Kim, someone, wanting to punish me for not saving Sunny, probably it's nothing, yes, it must be that, just that and nothing more."

Here, I walked down towards the living room, my hands shaking, and flung open the door expecting some infamous, Mephistophile creature, when, with much flapping and effort, in came a majestic raven from the holy days of yore. A plumage black as night, and pupils as black as Sunny's. Not for a minute did he bow, not for a minute did he pause, but, with arrogance and elegance, interrupted in my home, ascending to my room, and finding himself in my room dimly lit by the night lamp I own, he perched on an old photograph with my group of friends, right next to my bed... he perched, sat down and did nothing more.

Then this ebony bird seduced my sad fancy to smile, by the grave and severe decorum of the countenance he wore, I could see him, I could see him.

"S-Sunny," I said, plunged into the deepest madness and delirium, "It's you! I-I knew you couldn't have died, I knew you would come back to me" I said in tears, almost sobbing at the sight of the raven's black eyes, as I tried to erase from my memory his crushed body and non-existent head on the hospital parking lot floor "Sunny! Say something, please, please, please say something, I need you, I don't know what to do, Basil was murdered and Aubrey hasn't left her house. Please, what can I do, say something." Forgetting that crows couldn't talk, I don't know what I expected, even if this crow was Sunny, he obviously couldn't answer me, when, unexpectedly, the crow uttered: "Nevermore".

I was amazed to hear the voice of this raven, it was identical to the voice of my beloved Sunny, and not only that, this ungainly bird spoke so clearly, the mere fact that it spoke was wonderful, however, its response held little meaning, little relevance in my eyes, for we cannot help but agree that no human being alive has ever been blessed to see a bird with the countenance of his beloved, in his own room, and have it answer him with a word such as "Nevermore".

And the raven, sitting placidly and solitary in the picture frame, said only that one word, as if his soul in that one word was poured out. Nothing more did he utter, not a feather did he flutter, nor did his beak gesticulate, nor did his eyes move....

Until I barely murmured "Sunny, you don't know how happy I am...thank you, thank you for coming back, promise me you'll never leave again, that you won't fly away again like my hopes." Then the bird declared, "Nevermore."

Startled by the answer so aptly delivered, I smiled, trying to make sense of the answer "Sunny" I said, "You are so sweet, so beautiful, in spite of all that happened you came back, but please, say something else" then I pondered. He jumped off the roof, wanting to end his life, and whatever was tormenting him would stop him at that moment, and so he can only exclaim the word "Nevermore".

But the raven kept seducing my sad fantasy to smile, to smile at its soothing presence, so similar to that of my beloved, and so, I stood on the edge of my bed, moving my head to one side like a curious labrador dog, looking at the beautiful bird and the open door to the darkness.

Then, letting myself sink into the soft mattress stamped by those damn basketballs, I started thinking.

I was thinking, thinking fiercely, thinking about what this ominous bird of yesteryear, possessed by my departed beloved, my gangly, ghastly, emaciated, ominous bird of yesteryear with the voice of my extinct sunbeam wanted to say as it squawked "Nevermore."

But the bird did not utter another word, the raven did not utter another sentence, and stood there, watching me, dimly illuminated by the orange lamp, a bird with the countenance of my beloved represented in that photograph on which I was sitting, ready to return to school after a hard summer, now unable to see a summer again, a bird whose dead eyes now slaughtered my heart. With this doubt, I stared at the bird, as I felt my head burn with a thousand doubts, observing the shadow the bird cast on the wooden floor of my home, a black that reminded me of a hole, a hole into which my beloved fell, and from which he may come out nevermore.

Then, it seemed to me, the air became thicker, perfumed with the pretty scent of tulips that my beloved was expelling as he walked, with a tired but beautiful face, and then, in desperation, I grabbed the face of the raven from its banks.

"Sunny", I cried, "Say something else, I will do anything, I will play with you, I will give you everything you ever wanted, we will go on adventures, everything will go back to normal, we will return to happiness, but please, say something else" And then the raven said a prayer word I feared: "Nevermore".

"Sunny!" said I, "I'll be good, but please tell me something! Where did you come from, where did you appear from, why did you do it, in heaven there is happiness and cherubs and angels?" And then the raven said: "Nevermore".

"Sunny!" said I, "Death was...immediate? Death is not so bad? Death made you happy? What's after death? Were you happy when you died?" and then the raven said words that devastated me: "Nevermore".

"Sunny" said I, plunged into the deepest despair, looking for some other question, something else that could answer me, when defeated, and knowing what I would probably answer again... "Will we ever be happy again? Will there be no more deaths? Is Aubrey going to live? Will Hero live? Will I live? Will we ever get over you leaving? ...Are you happy?" And then the raven answered, with what seemed more forcefulness, more mercilessness, but at the same time, analyzing his face, he looked sad, he looked resigned, he looked defeated, while he said his phrase: "Nevermore".

I fell resignedly to the floor, as my eyes, briefly glittering, plunged back into the deepest darkness, watching my shadow cast by the orange light of my room, mingled by the shadow of the raven, and the shadow of my beloved trapped in the bird, seemed to pierce my heart. And from the blended shadows, I looked deep into the darkness of that compound shadow, injecting my eyes into the darkness, until I seemed to see a hole in the center of reality, in the center of my soul, and any hope I had was swallowed up by that hole, as I said to myself, Aubrey will die. Hero will die. You will die. You will all die. And the light was in my soul, nevermore.

And the raven with the spirit of my beloved, who never flutters, still sits in the frame of the old photograph, looking at me every night until the end of my days, without eating, without drinking water, impassive, unbeatable. And his eyes look like those of an angel dreaming, and the light of the lamp above him casts his shadow on the floor, with my soul trapped in that shadow, while I understand. They will all die. I loved him so much. Oh, I loved him so much.

And my life will be held in the shadows.

And my body will be swallowed by the underworld.

And my soul swallowed by that shadow of that raven with the soul of my beloved, will be raised.... nevermore!

Adaptation of The Raven, by Edgar Allan Poe

Original art by @madnopost in Twitter and Instagram, as well as Your Time AU, in which this story is based. written by me

[pomeloconazucar]

Kelsey isn't a fan of Hatsune Miku...but her boyfriend is.

so he usually goes with him to concerts

[justmydrawingsandfandomstuff]

Since I posted a new chapter, I'm posting about this fic here too. Warning: Updates are slow and we're only at chapter 4.

Summary:

It was her scream that had awoken the two brothers, hurrying to her side only to be meet by the sight of Basil covered in blood. Sunny was missing, he must had saw and… And now they were waiting, desperately praying that the two of them would be okay, that they would survive. … … But even multiple days later, they wouldn't wake up.

Relationships: Aubrey & Basil & Hero & Kel & Sunny (OMORI), Aubrey/Basil/Hero/Kel/Sunny (OMORI), Basil/Sunny (OMORI), Kel/Sunny (OMORI), Aubrey/Kel (OMORI), Basil/Kel (OMORI), Hero/Kel (OMORI), Hero/Sunny (OMORI), Basil/Hero (OMORI), Aubrey/Hero (OMORI), Aubrey/Sunny (OMORI), Aubrey/Basil (OMORI), Mari and Sunny's Mother & Sunny (OMORI), Basil & Polly (OMORI)

Additional Tags: Written in collaboration with an AI, AI used as an assistive tool, Altered Knife Ending AU (OMORI), Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Suicide Attempt, Suicidal Thoughts, Guilt, They all deal with guilt, Depressed Kel (OMORI), Hero and Aubrey are really worried about Kel, Basil and Sunny are in a coma, Brother/Brother Incest, Explicit Sexual Content, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

[omosntn]

Beautiful Stranger (Suntan fanfic)

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings

Category: M/M

Relationship: Kel/Sunny (OMORI)

Additional Tags: Suntan, Fated Encounter

Description: He catches his first glance of the boy on the northbound train on the morning commute to school

Based on Laufey’s song “Beautiful Stranger”

PREVIEW

The next time Kel sees him is on the way home weeks later.

He knows the moment he sees the jet black hair, the ghost pale appearance. The interesting fashion choice that makes him look quite studious; the white collared shirt complemented by a blue vest and beige shorts. The black violin case etched with “Sunny” in gold lettering.

His heartbeat picks up rapidly at the sight of him again, the girl with long hair trailing just behind him once again. He watches them enter the cart until they’re out of his sight, sighing at the fact that there are no empty seats in his line of vision.

Until he feels a presence sit down behind him.

The rest can be read here! So, I actually posted the fic without posting about it here … so ya oopsie!

[friendlyfoxpal]

For once i shared a Omori G/t Suntan fanfic! Kind of shy about sharing stories but thought it be nice to.

[applejaxx1]

i haven't written a real fic since september of last year wwtttfffffff anyways go check this out!!

"kel was feeling some 'christmas in july' spirit and well. he decided to get everybody gifts because well why not?? (it's august first.) so after coming back from many different stores (hobbeez and some thrift store. he likes over exaggerating), he decides to go to sunnys first because they're homes and totally not gay."

[miyulien]

Sunny OMORI

haven’t been posting frequently, sorry about that! currently going through a few personal things and i haven’t had time 2 focus on anything. have this sunny drawing

(with and without the bg)

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this blog will be focused on the kurosa au as well, but I’ll occasionally speak about OMORI and pjsk!

make sure 2 tune in.. there will be some lore drops regarding the kurosa au.. :3

[goodoldfashionlovercorpse]

The Setting Sun

fandom: omori ship: suntan (kel x sunny) note: angsty (?), and sunny might be ooc

       The smell of joy was in the air. Aubrey and Basil were eating cookies and pasta on the ground, sitting on the large blanket – identical to the one they used with Mari. Hero sat closely next to the basket, you could tell he misses Mari – a lot, might I add –, but he’s moved on and got with a girl from his college. Kel, however, breathed in the air less today. Sunny came to visit. Kel would usually celebrate, have a good laugh, and totally not act off his big-ass crush on Sunny. But this morning when Sunny arrived was less than the usual; this morning he and Sunny had a little disagreement. It wasn’t big, they’re currently next to each other as they eat, and Kel talks about the game for next week. But it feels off. He feels as if someone now knows exactly how many cracks are actually in his act.

Sunny, of course, fell quiet. But it hadn’t felt neutral to him, it felt judgy – judgy to Kel. But the young boy had to let it go, his best friend/crush was home, and he couldn’t let it go to waste. 

So he did. He let it rest in the back of his mind – a concealed tattoo.

As for later that night? He couldn’t. He wanted to talk to his older brother Hero, but unfortunately for Kel, Hero was fast asleep on the couch with his girlfriend. What was her name again? Samantha? Sam? Maybe Mag? Alex– this was a distraction. He should leave the lovers to rest. After all, he hadn’t heard anyone say they weren’t tired after studying it. 

Walking towards the door he played with the doorknob. 

I should probably change clothes, Kel thought, Or I could pick up hockey. 

He knew he had to step out of that door, and check up on his dear ol’ friend. But how deep of a sleeper can one teenage boy be? So he opened the door, greeted by the same air that filled his lungs. Joy to the world, melancholy for Kel. He walked to Sunny's house, knocking on the door rhythmically. Lucky for him, Sunny was tiredly awake, as if he had just been living in his own little dreamland and got a sudden nightmare.

“Hey, Sunny!” Kel smiled.

“Hi.”

“So umm… wanna take a walk with me?”

Sunny looked from left to right outside his door before fully walking outside and giving Kel a nod. 

“Where are we going?” Sunny asked. Kel knew he was a man of few words, not straightforward, but not entirely aloof either. Mostly right in the middle, not a talker, but instead a listener. 

Kel thought of being poetic, it’s just what the 12:00 am fever gives you. “To the stars.” While it was admittedly corny, he could still see the other smile. A smile he hasn’t seen in quite a while. 

As they walked Kel kept quiet. He thought of confessing, though it would only be too rash, too soon, he didn't want to burden Sunny with anything he’d be forced to accept. So he kept walking till they reached the park, “Nice view isn’t it?” Sunny only responded with a glance, stars reflecting in his eyes. Kel brightened; his face felt flush and brand new. “It’s beautiful for stargazing.” This was lame. Generic. A raccoon would have come up with a better excuse. “I say we lay on those tables, perfect view!” Kel kept a loud whisper to his voice, it was beautiful to Sunny, but then again, Sunny barely spoke about it, only writing sad poetry and then seldom love poems; it would be a wonder if Kel ever knew.

The tables weren’t comfortable, only a masochistic liar would even think of playing devil's advocate for the damned things, but they made the close. Physically, that is. It felt intimate to spend a relaxing moment like this with your crush. The stars grazed the sky like silver paint dots on an inky night sky. Sunny looked so deep in thought, yet so focused you would think he was about to sleep. 

Words weren't spoken, but you could feel the lullabies in the sky. Similar to Mari’s hums. Kel remembered them. He remembered them clear as day. He remembered slowly going to hold Sunny’s hand. Identical to what he is doing now. His hand slowly slides into the others, fireworks exploding so much so that the New Year's sky would be jealous.

Sunny can feel the touch, but he isn’t going to try to move. It reminds him of the times when Kel used to say their hands are kissing. He doesn’t anymore, he seems too shy. Yet if both talked then they would know how the other still saw how their hands would peck when brushing and how they are kissing under the stars when holding. 

“The stars look just like how I remembered them.” Sunny was a poet, not a published one, but he was a damn good one, enough so that he would outsell everyone in the field. “You’ve always seen the same stars, Sun.” They both knew the nickname was false. Sunny was – and has always been – the moon, yet he shined so brightly under the stars. “I know.” The smile had faded into a light one, yet still viewable. Still beautiful. 

Some time had passed before any more words were spoken. 

“Did you know how Hero and his new girlfriend met?”

Sunny shook his head. 

“Well, mom says it’s romantic, but I say it’s funny. Turns out that they met in the college cafeteria. That day they were serving milkshakes, right? Guess what happened.” Kel possessed the normal Kel Smile™. “They bumped into each other while she was talking with her friends and he was holding his drink! It got all over her clothes apparently and she told him that she wouldn’t accept any verbal apology. So she had him walk her to her dorm! A few days after that he offered to cook her a meal as an ‘actual apology’ and that's when they first became friends.” 

Sunny looked unbothered, yet he still remembered when Hero and Mari started to date, she reminds him a little of her. Kel could sense it a little, so his laughter died down to a small chuckle. 

Sunny would be leaving tomorrow afternoon. And he didn't wanna make the first and last night of his visit unbearable, anyone with eyes could see the mosquito bites. 

“Hey, do you wanna head to my place for a snack and ac?” 

“Sure, I could go for some popcorn.” 

And so they left, minimal conversation made on the way back. Once they reached Kel’s house he warned Sunny that they probably shouldn’t turn off the TV as Hero and his girlfriend are asleep and that they probably shouldn’t wake them, if they know what was good for them.

Slowly entering, the door thankfully not creaking, they walked like mice to the kitchen. There were a few things left in the fridge and a lot of dry, warm snacks in the pantry. Going for the chips, their hands kissed. “Oh, sorry.” 

“You say sorry, a lot, y’know?”

Sunny quietly replied, “Yeah, habit, sorry.”

“There you go again, Sun. We really need to teach you how to tone down the apologies. No matter how cute they make you seem.” 

Time had stopped. Kel's words weren’t ancient, everyone called Sunny cute at some point, especially after how much he’s grown since moving to the city. “Sure.” He smiled, while mildly forced, it was a view to see. 

The night soon went away with them playing around with the snack and drinks, and sneaking behind the couch to watch whatever generic Halloween movie was playing on Freeform. “Ugh, Hocus Pocus again?!” 

“Shh,” Sunny pointed at the people who were sleeping right below their heads. 

“Oh, yeah, right.” 

After a few laughs and jokes, tiny heart attacks from Hero almost waking up, and going up to Kel and Hero’s room to read a few new issues from a comic book they liked, it was almost 5:30 am and they had to get Sunny home soon before his mother woke up. 

Dashing through the doors of both houses and, quietly, slamming them, they got Sunny up into his room. Quickly getting Sunny’s bed ready and looking as “I totally slept throughout the entire night” as possible before he actually got in the bed. Sunny told Kel that he heard his mom’s footsteps and that he should get running. Though, it would be nearly impossible for him to go through Sunny’s door without getting caught. So, Kel did the absolute smartest thing to do and jumped out his friend’s window. It felt like hiding a secret from a forbidden romance novel. The type of scene that Aubrey would gush to him about before swearing him to secrecy. 

By the next day, neither of them got in trouble and they got away with it like total spies. Except for the fact that both didn't wake up till around 4:55 pm – around 35 minutes before Sunny had to leave. And while Hero was quick to wake up his brother, Sunny didn’t have that and slept an extra 10 minutes. During which, Kel had gotten decently prepared to say goodbye till he came back. 

“Hey.” a half-awake Sunny stated.

“Hey, Sunny.” Kel could feel himself sweat, he was the last to say goodbye and he had five minutes – too short.

“Why don’t you just call me Sun?” 

“Oh, umm, it was an accident and I thought you didn’t like it and-”

“I liked it,” Sunny stared at Kel, “it felt, ironic to us.” To us. That one stuck. He forgot how ironic the nickname his half-awake mind made up while breathing the poisonous air polluting his thoughts. 

“Well then, I’ll use it more often. Goodbye, Sun.”

And, in a low whisper, Sunny muttered words only Kel’s ears were exposed to, hands kissing. “Goodbye, Sweet Moon.”

That damned poet. The city had changed Sunny, the whole group noticed, but damned be Kel as that newfound confidence had only worsened his already big crush on this man.

Sunny left after those words. That sweet retort of a nickname. His hands ached for a kiss, the words ‘My Sun’ lingering in his mouth, though, ironically, his sun was already setting.

He just didn’t know when he would rise again.

[sixpossumsinatrenchcoat]

game over

One year after the worst end, Kel and Aubrey confront their regrets. (Spoilers for abandon end/knife end.)

Kel used to fall asleep so easily. But that hasn’t been true in a long time. 

After lying awake for a lifetime, he can feel a familiar weight settle onto the edge of his bed. He stretches an arm out invitingly. The knot in his stomach loosens a little as Sunny slides in beside him. 

Kel keeps his eyes shut. He doesn’t want to see the bloody mess of Sunny’s chest. He just wraps his arm around Sunny’s clammy shoulder and pulls him in closer. When he starts twisting his fingers in the soft hair at the nape of his neck, Sunny lets out a contented little hum, like he used to when they were kids. 

Everyone always spoiled Sunny. Patting his head, scratching his back. Wrapping him up in your favorite sweater after he forgot his. It probably wasn’t good for him, but it just felt so nice. Probably ‘cause everything about Sunny was so painfully honest. His emotions, especially. Sunny couldn't fake a reaction if he tried. When he smiled, it was true to the bone. Like looking directly at the sun. 

Kel can feel cold fingers tracing the line of his collar.

“I wouldn't have touched you like this,” Sunny reminds him.

“I know.” 

“Or I already would have.”

“Yeah.”

“I liked when you touched me, though. I really liked being touched.”

Kel huffs a laugh. “Pfft. Yeah. You were always kind of a brat.” 

He still doesn’t look, but he can hear the scowl in Sunny’s voice. “It's not nice to speak ill of the dead.”

“Hah. Yeah. I always thought that was kinda dumb, though. I mean... It’s not like they’re gonna mind. Isn’t it meaner to shit-talk someone who might actually hear you?”

“Point,” Sunny concedes, pushing up on one elbow. 

Kel can’t resist. He opens his eyes in time to see Sunny grin, just the briefest flash of teeth. Sunny’s eyes are empty holes.

###

Eventually, Kel falls asleep.

It’s one of those weird dreams, where Sunny is a little kid for some reason. But at least this one isn’t full of bloody holes.

“Sunny!!” Kel greets him, beaming.

“I told you to stop calling me that.”

“Haha, yeah, right! What was it again? I don’t really remember this game…” 

Baby Sunny rolls his eyes. “It doesn’t matter. Why are you here?"

“Huh? Pff… What, am I not on the guest list? Did you have plans today or something?”

“No. But this place isn’t for you. It’s— I think it might be. Bad. For… people like you.” His face hardens. “I think it was bad for Sunny.” 

“But I like it here!!! It’s kind of… I dunno. I can’t explain it. But for some reason, it… sort of feels like Sunny? Does that make sense?”

“No,” Baby Sunny says flatly. But there’s a familiar glint in his eye. Sunny used to look like that when he was laughing at you, not with you. “All the more reason to stay away. Sunny gave up. He lost. You shouldn’t be moping around after some dead kid you only saw for three days out of the last five years.”

“Haha. Y-Yeah, you’re probably right.”

“So you’ll stop coming?”

“Nnn….no?” Kel thinks about it. “No, I’ll probably keep coming. Sorry.”

“Ugh. You people are all the same. But, fine. If you’re going to be like that, I’ll try to find his stupid ghost.”

“Wh– Huh?? But—isn’t that what you’re supposed to be?”

Baby Sunny gives him a scathing look. “Why would Sunny’s ghost be twelve?”

“….Because it’s a dream? Or it’s… when my fondest memories are from, or something?”

“Oh, right, because it’s all about you,” rolling his eyes. “Be right back.”

Huh. This is… sort of a weird dream, actually. When you stop to think about it. 

Kel is vaguely aware that dreams are supposed to mean a bunch of different things. Like, if you  dream about your teeth falling out, it means you’re losing control of your life, or… need to find a new dentist, or whatever. And if you dream about finding a big pot of leprechaun gold, maybe you’re about to find a big pot of leprechaun gold? 

So maybe he should, like, talk to someone. A fortune-teller, or a therapist or something. He could at least look it up online. What does it mean if you dream a bunch of weird alter-egos of your dead best friend? Though it might not take a fortune teller to figure that one out. You’re grieving, idiot. You’re all hung up on someone who you’ll never see again, so your stupid lizard brain is filling in the space.

Then the air around him sort of—stutters, and Sunny is standing in front of him. 

It’s not baby Sunny this time. Not bleeding-from-the-chest Sunny, either. This one looks almost exactly how he did the last time he was alive, except with all the color drained out of him. He’s as white as a sheet of printer paper. 

On the bright side, he also looks a lot less miserable. 

The second Sunny spots Kel, he lights up. Fingers curled, eyes bright and disbelieving. Then he takes a longer look, and his face falls. “…Kel.” 

“S-Sunny?” It comes out as a pathetic little croak. 

Sunny shrinks a little more. “You. Look so sad.”

“Haha.” Kel tries for a smile, but it doesn’t fit. He gives up. It’s not like it matters. Too little too late. “Y-Yeah. Um. I guess.”

“Why?”

Kel winces. How do you tell a guy, Well, buddy, it’s ~mostly~ ‘cause you kinda ruined my life. A little. Or a lot, maybe. How do you say, Those three days I spent with you were the happiest I’d been in four years. I’m probably not as happy as you think, actually. It just seemed that way ‘cause you only saw me when I was with you. “Uh…”

“Oh,” Sunny says quietly. “Sorry.” 

“O-Oh. Huh. Is that, like, dream stuff? You know what I’m thinking ‘cause we’re in my head?”

“What? No. You’re just obvious.” 

Kel stares. Sunny stares back at him.

“...This is weird,” Kel decides. He talks to Sunny a lot, in one way or another. When he’s really tired, sometimes he even gets an answer. But his hallucinations aren’t usually this nice. And none of them have ever sounded so much like… well, Sunny. (How he imagines that Sunny would have sounded, anyway, if Sunny had opened his mouth even once after opening that door. The last time Kel actually heard Sunny’s voice, they were in middle school.) “Why are you… Or. I mean. You sound sort of… different? When I see you, you… don't usually sound like this.”

Sunny’s eyes widen. “You’re. You—see me?”

“Well, yeah.” 

“You don’t mean— Do you mean Omori?”

“Omori,” Kel says, with relief. That’s what it was. “I don’t know why I can never remember that. But, um. No. Not the kid one. The other one.”

“When?”

“At night, mostly? Like, when I can’t sleep and stuff. So, uh. I guess, like, most nights?”

“But that’s not me,” Sunny says urgently. “That’s just something you made up.” His forehead scrunches. “...Is he mean?”

“Uh.” Kel doesn’t know how to answer that. “I don’t know how to answer that.”

Sunny’s mouth tightens. “Well. He— What you’re seeing. You know it’s not me.”

Uhhh… “Well, yeah. ‘Cause you’re… you know.” Dead. “But it’s the same for you, right? It’s just… all the different ways I saw you, or whatever. Memory soup.”

“No.”

“N-No?”

“No. But it’s fine. I just.” Sunny hesitates. “Don’t want you to… hurt yourself. Especially not using me.”

“Haha,” Kel says unhappily. “Well. I, uh. Don’t really need to go out of my way for that, bud.”

Sunny’s head tilts. He doesn’t get it.

“Because. You know.” But Sunny just keeps staring, like he genuinely doesn’t. Kel takes a second to remind himself that Sunny is dead, and can’t get his feelings hurt. “Because, um. You’re the one who hurt me?”

Sunny’s face crumples. Kel can feel it in his marrow, a leaden sort of ache. Sunny couldn’t fake a reaction if he tried. When he cried, it wasn’t ‘cause he wanted something, or was trying to make you feel bad or whatever. It was just because he felt sad. 

...It’s weird. There’s no light in this Sunny, no breath or blood. But he still feels so real. True, in a way that the real Sunny felt. Kel’s stupid waking nightmares never make him feel like this.

Read the rest here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46429294/chapters/116900185