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This one should have been first, but I had Mystical Bonds ready first and I was anxious to post it lol

For the prompt Illusion, as the title might suggest

He didn’t want Hero to see his eyes.

Every time he did, he knew it was him. Not Omori. And although he loved him dearly Sunny just… couldn’t face him.

Head bowed, he felt the weakness in his body, the fuzziness of his head; the screaming of Omori in the back of his mind to come back to White Space, immediately.

A large curtained window caught his attention. He tried to remember:.. why it was so important…

He stood up on shaky legs and went to the window, before throwing the curtains open.

“Omori?” Hero asked, investigating immediately. Sunny froze, before turning to him. Hero’s hand shook slightly under his gaze. “Sunny… how are you? It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

Sunny looked away, out the window., and then worked up his courage.

“Can we go outside?”

“It’s a bit too late for a walk now… I’m making dinner, too.”

Sunny wasn’t sure how long he could stay lucid. Omori’s presence was pushing him aside, he had to focus on not falling asleep. Besides; it was barely sunset.

He looked back to Hero, refusing to succumb. Not yet.

“Please…”

Hero stood there, thinking about it with a hand on his hip. He sighed.

“Tomorrow morning we can go, alright Sunny?” Hero asked hopefully.

“… I want to go now.”

“Sunny, no, just hang on a little longer okay? Just until tomorrow morning, please? For me?”

“…” Sunny didn’t want to make a promise he knew he couldn’t keep, Omori’s presence making the surroundings static. He should just give up. He was good at that, wasn’t he? Tears came to his eye.

Hero hugged him, and Sunny leaned into him reflexively. “Tomorrow, okay? We can even make a habit of it. Just… stay with me, Sunny…”

Sunny wondered if he was being unreasonable, and he also wondered why he felt sick to his stomach. Omori wasn’t that bad of a roommate, was he? No, that wasn’t just it… he… he wasn’t supposed to-

Now You're Thinking In Portals

Art by @kaiwrites , words by @velvetjinx

Link to fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18919504

Link to art: https://kaiwrites.tumblr.com/post/185060335336/now-youre-thinking-in-portals

Rating: M

No archive warnings apply

Pairing: Steve/Bucky

Summary: On the island of Crete, what was supposed to be a relaxing holiday turns into a nightmare when Steve is sucked through a portal to who knows where. Bucky and the team try to get him back, but it may be down to Steve to get himself home.

Terra: *sees Riku* Hello son

Ventus: *sees Sora* Uh

Tellulu responds with something like "That's the failure I needed to create you."

Ga1ahad nods and life is relatively peaceful until Tellulu realizes Ga1ahad has some flaws, so she ends up trying to kill him, fails, and the tensions start to rise immensely.

Ga1ahad, lost and incredibly stressed, ends up going to Lancel0t's body and talks to him. He wishes that he could reply to him.

Tellulu decides to reanimate Lancel0t to "Show the new upgrade what such a failure looks like."

Lancel0t can't move because he's hooked up to so many things, but he can speak some words and respond to what Ga1ahad's saying.

Ga1ahad ends up visiting Lancel0t quite often, and teaches him all sorts of things along with his venting. They quickly become friends.

Tellulu quickly takes advantage of Ga1ahad's relationship with Lancel0t to force him to do his bidding.

Ga1ahad is driven to desperately study alchemy so that he can save Lancel0t, and his studious, submissive but snarky self seems so human that Tellulu ends up falling in love with him. Despite himself, Ga1ahad finds himself falling in love with her as well in an odd, terribly abusive fashion.

When their tensions are at their height, Tellulu ends up killing Lancel0t in a 'it's him or me' fashion. In the height of Ga1ahad's despair, he ends up rushing in blindly and Tellulu finally manages to kill him.

and shane finds ilya there, hoodie in his hands, frozen in silence. “oh,” shane says, “that’s — i probably should’ve gotten rid of that ages ago.” ilya looks at him then, still half choked, blurts out, “never. you’re never getting rid of it.” and it dawns on shane that ilya must know why he kept it, all those years. the hidden reel of memories they share between them.

“i wore it for days afterward,” shane says, because he can, now. “because it smelled like you, a little. it was almost like — you were holding me, still. kissing me. kinda stupid, isn’t it?”