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prettyblossoms · 7 years

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Lost in Limbo (Ch.6)

Summary: Dealing with the pressure of being a teenager is proving to be too much for seventeen-year-old Eddie Kaspbrak, who is unable to deal with his overbearing mother’s expectations and violent school bullies. To make matters worse, he is fighting a losing battle with his sexuality. Meanwhile, Richie Tozier is trying to convince himself that what he feels towards his best friend is mere attraction. Will they be able to find the truth in each other or are they destined to crash and burn?

Pairings: Reddie, Stenbrough, Benverly.

Warnings: Angst, homophobic language.

A/N: I would like to thank everyone from the bottom of my heart for reading my story. Leaving comments and reblogging always make me smile and make me feel good about what I am writing. This chapter was edited by my friend, dinotsuki! She is on ao3 and tumblr! However, if you find any errors please let me know! More eyes are better than four.

Previous Chapters:

Prelude Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3 Ch. 4 Ch. 5

Chapter 6: You're the Inspiration Richie drove just as he lived each day, fast-paced and dangerously. He swerved in and out of traffic earning him honks from those in his path. They slammed on their brakes to avoid hitting him, screaming profanities as they rushed past him. Richie groaned in annoyance and threw the trash he had sitting on the passenger seat out the window.

Hasta la vista, homework.

To drown out the frustrated yells from the traffic around him, he turned the radio up to an alarmingly high volume. The truck began to rattle, and he could practically feel his seat pulsating beneath him. He slapped his hands onto the wheel playfully following the tempo of the song.

Raspily he sang, "Take a bottle, shake it up. Break the bubble, break it up. Pour some sugar on me. Ooh, in the name of love. Pour some sugar on me."

Richie turned the wheel and shifted his blinker on signaling for everyone to get the hell out of his way. He accelerated up to 85 miles per hour and then merged between three lanes with ease, possibly leaving behind wreckage and disaster. Richie parked onto a dirty area just outside the Barrens. He pulled his keys out of the ignition and practically flew out of the car. He swallowed thickly to regain moisture in his mouth.

"Oh, Eds! Come out come out wherever you are. Dear old Trashmouth has come to save the day."

His voice echoed, causing the nearby birds to drift away from trees in the distance.

Richie listened for any noises nearby, but his ears did not pick up on anything but chirps. Richie began to walk more quickly through the rocky area, near the water's surface shouting. "You know, I am not in the mood to play hide and go seek Eds. Well except for later when I play hide the cucumber with your mother."

Still nothing.

He stopped to look around the area, trying to determine which way Eddie would have gone. His eyes averted to the environment in front of him. Rocks of all sizes littered onto the dirty ground.

Nope

Eddie would be too afraid of falling onto the uneven gravel and getting a disease from an animal's feces. He shifted his body to the left and noticed a path that was almost barren, past the stream. It appeared to be more dirt than rock.

Bingo

As Richie began to walk down the trail, he heard the unmistakable sound of someone wheezing in the distance. Richie quickened his pace his vans crunching the crisp leafs below.

“Eds!” His ordinarily low voice escalated a couple of notches, the sound was entirely foreign for Richie.

Then the loud, uneven breathing abruptly stopped, leaving Richie with no idea where to go. The only thing he could hear was the sound of his own heart beating rapidly in his ears, knowing the situation became dire.

“Fuck! Eddie, where are you?” He muttered as he sprinted further down the path, his eyes frantically darting looking for the smaller boy.

Richie ran as fast as he could, but he was certainly not in his element. Sweat rolled down his forehead making his curly hair cling to him uncomfortably. His lungs screamed at him in protest, each time he inhaled through his nose his chest radiated with heat. He panted deeply, trying to intake more precious air. Richie's body hurt from overexertion, and his mind screamed at him to stop. But his heart wouldn't let him. It was his turn to go to the end of the world for Eddie. It did not help matters that he was long and ungraceful like a gazelle, so he almost tripped over his own feet numerous times.

The world stopped rotating when he finally found the smaller male. Richie’s eyes magnified taking in Eddie's appearance. He was sprawled out on the floor with dirt clinging to his clothes, hair, and body. His breath hitched as he noticed the spaghetti staining not only the black hoodie he was wearing but also his gorgeous hair. Eddie's breaths were shallow, but he was struggling.

"Eds!" Richie dropped to his side immediately grabbing Eddie's shoulders hauling him up to a sitting position. He placed one of his arms on Eddie's lower back while he put the other one in his pocket, grabbing an extra inhaler. Skillfully, he pulled off the cap and placed the device up to Eddie's lips.

He pulled the trigger on the top, allowing the "medicine" to flow into the boy's lungs. Richie could feel Eddie beginning to even out, so he rubbed reassuring circles into Eddie's back.

"You're okay now, Eds." Richie turned to smile, but it disappeared when he noticed Eddie's eyelashes glued onto his cheeks. Eddie was fast asleep. Richie swallowed the lump in his throat, looking back at the direction he just came from and then at Eddie again.

Just my fucking luck.

Without a second thought, he placed his arm under Eddie's knees being careful not to brush against the boy's rear accidentally. With his free arm, he pushed Eddie into his chest grabbing onto his shoulder. Richie hauled him up into his arms, his legs almost buckling beneath him due to Eddie's deadweight.

"Damn Eds. You're going to be the death of me." Richie chuckled at his joke as he carried Eddie out of the Barrens.

Eddie's head was throbbing in agony, the sound of wind rushing towards at an alarming rate only worsened it. His hair was moving everywhere, which would have been an issue, had he not welcomed the crisp air refreshing his sweaty skin.

His eyes opened, and he started to scan his surroundings. He could see what was supposed to be the bottom of a vehicle's floorboard, trash covering it completely. Directly in front of him was a dashboard and he saw the familiar air freshener in the shape of a tree dangling on the sun visor mirror.

"R-Richie?" His mouth was drier than the Sahara desert, so it came out weakly. Richie turned his head over to him, only taking his eyes off of the road in front of him for a second. "Morning sleepy head."

"Do you have anything to drink, Rich? I am so fucking thirsty. I'll drink almost anything. As long as it's sealed."

Richie laughed at that. Even when Eddie was in such a desperate state, the germaphobe inside of him still managed to surface. He reached into a black plastic bag beside him and pulled out a water bottle dangling it in front of Eddie.

Eddie snatched it and opened the cap inspected the rim to make sure it was clean. He then turned his head to Richie. "Wait. Did you buy this from a gas station?"

"Seriously? It's fucking closed, your majesty. I didn't even take a drink of it. How the hell are you going to question where it came from?" Richie added, "I spent $1.00 on that, so it is the real deal Eds."

"Do you know what they do at gas stations, Richie? They take old water bottles and refill them with tap water, glue them shut and then resell them! Do you even know what's in tap water? There is fucking lead, chlorine, and fluoride! I don't know about you, but I don't want any of that shit in my body. Also, do you know how many people's lips may have come into contact with-"

Richie cut him off, "What happened to, 'I'll drink almost anything, as long as it's sealed' huh?" raising the pitch of his voice, mocking the younger boy.

Eddie sighed as he brought the bottle up to his lips, drinking some of it. He smacked his tongue to the roof of his mouth and didn't taste any chalky textures. He took another drink, this time he took large gulps until there was nothing left.

Richie hummed in satisfaction. "Weren't all of those minerals and lead particles delicious, Eds?"

Eddie wanted to punch him but only slumped back into the comfort of Richie's passenger seat. "Fuck you, Tozier."

"You'll have to wait in line behind your mother and the rest of the student body," Richie responded without thinking. As soon as he realized, he felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

Quickly, he tried to change the subject. "Are you going to tell me what happened at school?"

Richie refused to make eye contact with Eddie, so he didn't see that Eddie's face was just as flushed as his own.

"No. I don't want to talk about it," it came out as a mumble since his head was downcast in shame.

Richie turned onto Eddie's street, and he could feel Eddie become tense. "What the hell are you doing Richie? Taking me home for my mother to slaughter me?!?"

"Eddie I know you don't want to talk about it, but you practically slapped Bowers into another fucking dimension. Then you ran out of the school while it was still in session. So, your mom is still at work!"

Eddie stopped, realizing Richie was right. "Sorry. I am just..." He paused thinking of what to say, "On edge."

"Everyone can tell, dude." Richie retorted. "If you don't want to talk about what happened at school, then can we at least talk about this morning?" He pulled his truck into Eddie's driveway and pulled his emergency brake to secure it in place. "There is nothing to talk about, Richie." Eddie got out of the car, stumbling slightly.

Richie was by his side in an instant, pulling one of Eddie's arms up onto his shoulder to stabilize him. "I only want to help you, Eds." His voice was stern, yet caring at the same time.

Eddie didn't know what to say, so he kept his mouth shut. Together they walked into the house and Eddie sighed in relief to see his mother was not home. In utter silence, they made their way up the stairs into Eddie's room.

Finally, Richie broke the awkward silence. “Well, Eddie Spaghetti-” he stopped when he noticed the other boy glaring at him on the bed.

“My bad, Eds.” Richie corrected himself, not wanting to remind his friend of the horrible events of the day.

Eddie stood up and went over to his drawers, grabbing a clean shirt, shorts, and underwear. "I'm going to get all this crap off of me. I'll leave the door open so you can continue to blabber, trashmouth."

Richie could hear the sound of Eddie peeling off his clothes, throwing them onto the floor without care. Richie did not dare to turn around. Instead, he turned his back so that it faced the bathroom door.

He looked around at the room that had become his second home. He could see parts of the white sheets showing underneath Eddie's bright salmon blanket. Then he looked over to Eddie's perfectly organized desk. All of the papers were in a neat pile. His pencils and other school supplies were in a box on the far corner.

Gently, he picked up the only thing he hadn't seen before. It was a cherry oak picture frame. Richie looked at it and smiled sincerely. It was a photo from Mike's 17th birthday party almost a year ago. Mike was wearing a pink birthday cap and had his arm wrapped around Bev, who was holding the cake up with a giant grin on her face. To her right stood Ben who was laughing at something Stan said. Stan was right beside him with his arm around Bill, who was smiling with his eyes closed. Finally, his eyes skimmed to himself who was looking at all of them blowing on a noise maker. Then there was Eddie, who was also smiling ear to ear. Unlike everyone else in the photo, Eddie's eyes only had one focus, and that was the person who was right beside him.

Being cautious of everything else on Eddie's desk, he set the photo back down but found something in its place. It was a mixtape that he did not recognize and he smirked at the idea of pure old Eddie hiding something from his mother.

Eddie came out of the shower wearing a white shirt and navy blue shorts. Richie's eyes to traveled down to Eddie's bare legs but knew he couldn't stare for long. Awkwardly, he grabbed the mixtape off of Eddie's desk.

Richie snorted bringing it up to face reading Eddie's neat handwriting in sharpie, “Chicago? This is some old shit, Eddie.” Richie looked back to Eddie's face. His hair was soaking wet, do drops of water slid off of his face onto his clean top.

Eddie's eyebrows furrowed and his nose scrunched up in annoyance. “You weren’t saying that three years ago. Since you don't clean yourself regularly, you must've accumulated a ton ear wax, and now it's clogging your hearing. I guess that's why you wouldn't know good music from bad.”

"Well, let's see if your music is any better Kaspbrak," Richie challenged the other as he slid the mixtape in Eddie's stereo and pressed play.

Eddie rolled his eyes and made himself comfortable on his bed, placing his hands on his lap.

Richie stood beside him. It was killing him not to talk, especially to Eddie. He wanted to know what was wrong with his best friend. No. Richie needed to understand what was going on like he required blood in his veins. Not having his questions answered made his mind wander restlessly. The sound of Chicago's songs playing one after another in the background was the only thing filling the tension in the room.

Eddie looked up and made eye contact with Richie for the first time since they got to the house. "Don't blow a head gasket over there, Rich."

"Easy for you to say, Eddie. I am supposed to be your best friend, and you won't tell me what the fuck is going on. Richie's feelings poured out of him, and his next words came out as a shout. "How do you expect anyone to help you?"

Eddie's brows tightened as he scowled, "Who said I needed help, Richie?" "The whole gang is worried about you, Eddie. But you are keeping us in the dark."

"That must be a joke, coming from you. Richie the guy who always comes over to spend the night when things go wrong at his house, but never bothers to let me know what is going on."

Eddie stepped off of his bed and began to walk towards Richie. "Rather than ripping your head off for answers, I support you. For once Richie, I need the same. I don't want to talk about it today. I want to forget it." Eddie's voice was hushed, coming out as a plea. "Why can't you just stop prying?"

Richie began to think about it, trying to find a way to argue his case. However, he recalled the nights he ran to Eddie's house after a fight with his parents. He would lay in Eddie's arms until he fell asleep and Eddie would never question him when he woke up in the morning. Eddie would bring him breakfast and they would read comic books until they decided to hang out with the others.

Eddie always supported him.

Richie wanted to apologize and tell Eddie that he was right. He wanted to admit that he was a selfish hypocrite, and he just couldn't help it. But the sound of the next song came on, halting his actions. The voice was soothing, and the beat was calming and mellow.

You know our love was meant to be. The kind of love to last forever and I want you here with me, from tonight until the end of time.

Richie recognized the song as something they used to listen to and suddenly Richie felt the urge to hold Eddie.

But he couldn’t just say that.

"Dance with me, Eds." Richie offered, but his voice was so stern that it sounded like a command.

Nervously, Eddie folded his arms over his chest as he shrieked. "What the fuck? No! Did you forget that we are fighting right now."

Richie closed the distance between them and placed his large hands on Eddie's hips. "Not anymore. I'm sorry, Eddie. Just dance with me, please."

The glare on Eddie's face softened when he saw the glimmer of passion in Richie’s eyes. The anger suddenly receded and was replaced by the sensation of butterflies fluttering in his chest and stomach. He always felt helpless whenever Richie was around. He convinced himself that Richie had him under a magical spell that forced him to feel this way. Every it only got worse. He could feel himself slipping falling deeper in love with Richie. Although it was a problem, he never wanted it to go away.

He never wanted Richie to go away.

Eddie placed arms around Richie's neck, burying his face in Richie's shoulder to conceal his blush. Richie pulled Eddie closer into himself and began to sway slowly around the room.

You should know, everywhere I go. Always on my mind, in my heart in my soul baby. You’re the meaning in my life you’re the inspiration.

They waltzed around the room, holding onto each other as if their lives depended on it. Eddie yearned to confess everything, from the leper to Henry Bowers, and his feelings for Richie. The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he ended up biting his bottom lip and swallowing them. Richie was his person, and he couldn’t afford to lose that.

Eddie could only pretend. Right now, he was the center of Richie's entire universe. They were together and happy. He was loved. He was accepted. He was free. But he wasn’t.

His heart ached, but Eddie continued to dance with Richie. He wrapped his arms tighter around Richie as he felt hot tears beginning to sting his eyes. Despite how much it hurt him emotionally, Eddie knew he would regret it if he didn’t stay in Richie’s embrace for as long as he could.

Richie felt the heat on his chest and looked down at Eddie, who was hiding his face in part of Richie’s shirt.

Richie gently moved one of his hands up to Eddie’s hair and stroked some of the damp parts. “You're okay, Eds. I got you. I’ll never let anything happen to you.”

You bring feeling to my life, you’re the inspiration. I wanna have you near me I wanna have you hear me saying, ‘No one needs you more than I need you.’ And I know, yes I know that it's plain to see so in love when were here together. Now I know that I need you here with me. From tonight until the end of time.

Eddie’s head shot up at to look at Richie and couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. They rolled down off his bottom lashes and slid down his cheeks with no sign on them stopping.

Richie placed his hands onto Eddie’s cheeks, wiping the tears away with his thumbs. He peered into Eddie’s amber brown eyes and felt a pang of empathy go down his spine.

“Please don’t cry, Eds. When you hurt, I hurt.” Richie noticed that the tears only continued, so he sang along to the song. “You should know, everywhere I go always on my mind. You’re in my heart in my soul.”

Eddie smiled at him warmly, feeling like his heart was about to burst. He shakily continued the next part, “You’re the meaning in my life you’re the inspiration. You bring feeling to my life you’re the inspiration.”

Richie’s eyes widened seeing that smile from Eddie. It was the same one that set his heart on fire and made his stomach uneasy. “Wanna have you near me. I wanna hear you saying, ‘no one needs you more than I need you.”

Richie averted his gaze to Eddie’s pink lips. They were full and plump and kissable as hell. Of its own accord, his body got closer to Eddie’s. He put his forehead against Eddie’s and stared at him intently.

Eddie’s blush deepened when he traced Richie’s stare to his lips and then looked back into Richie’s dark eyes.

Suddenly their lips were drawn together, who moved first was not known, but that didn't matter because it ended just as quickly as it started.

Everything crashed on Richie at once. All of those times he was staring at Eddie inappropriately, wanting to kiss him, and that fucking smile that made him feel things he never wanted to was not from his hormones betraying him.

“Uhmm… I gotta go, Eds. My mom is going to want me home soon.” Richie made up a lie, letting go of Eddie like it burned to touch him.

Eddie knew that Richie was leaving because of him. He also knew that after today, they probably would no longer be friends. He swallowed the lump in his throat, choking back sobs. “T-thanks for everything, Richie.”

Richie quickly grabbed his keys and made his way to the door but Eddie caught his attention once more.

“Tomorrow is Thursday. Are you going to come hang out with me at the Quarry while I run?” Eddie’s voice held no hope, but he faked it as best as he could to sound normal.

Richie didn’t turn around. His heart was racing. If he dared to turn around, he would have done something rash. “Of course, Eds. How else would I see your mom?”

Richie ran down the stairs only hearing the sound of Eddie sobbing. His voice echoed in his ears. He exited the Kaspbrak house and shut the door quietly behind him.

The moment Richie got into his truck he let out a frustrated yell. Painfully, he slammed his hands into his steering wheel as a way of punishing himself. Due to his selfishness alone, he lost the only person who ever cared about him.

All because he fell in love with his best friend.

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writinglodge · 7 years

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-Kinetic Abilities Prompt List A Edition

Acidikinesis - Control Sloth

I have a personal vendetta against someone wildly more successful than me so I’m trying to make them lazy.

You don’t know how to relax so I’m literally filling you with laziness but you just won’t stop.

I work at an animal shelter and I sometimes make the animals fit what people are looking for by removing or adding laziness. You haven’t lived until you saw a cat with 0% laziness.

Aciukinesis - Control Sharpness

Did you know that most man made spheres are still more jagged than the earth itself? You haven’t experienced softness until you felt a perfectly smooth ball. There’s also not a lot of traction so please cup it in your hands.

I’m one of the only chefs here that doesn’t have some sort of hot or cold ability. But me being very clumsy, the ability to make all my knives dull saves my fingers a lot.

I keep making all the knives in the kitchen blunt so I can watch my parent-in-law get frustrated and lose their dominance over me.

Aerokinesis - Control Air

I can control the air but that doesn’t do a lot so I just got a few wind turbines for my property, so I get power for free. It’s a small win, but I like it.

Sometimes I go to the beach and set up a kite rental booth while making it windy. It doesn’t make much but it helps with rent.

No one thinks that controlling air is that cool of a super power until I take it out of their lungs.

Aestatekinesis - Control Summer

I hate sweating so I made this summer really mild but it’s affecting my town’s farming economy.

I forgot that Alaska’s still supposed to be pretty cold in the summer and I may have made the ice caps melt a little more.

Aggressiokinesis - Control Anger

I work in tandem with a crisis clinic and so far, there isn’t a patient I can’t calm down.

My anti-aggression dog classes are the best in the business. I even stop by pet shelters.

I just love watching these people tear each other limb from limb with blind rage. I’m gonna be sad to see you go though.

Aidoskinesis - Control Humidity

One of the only things good about my powers is that I can make my boss’ office so humid they have horrible hair and sweat stains for their meeting with corporate.

My greenhouse is always at the perfect humidity even in the dead of winter.

I’m gulty of making someone so humid they’ve taken off their shirt before. It’s a blessing.

Alcokinesis - Control Alcohol

You always get too out of hand with your drinking so I just take the alcohol content out of your drinks.

My coworker bugs the hell out of me and they’re going in for a company-wide drug test today. I made their breakfast have a healthy amount of alcohol.

It’s very fun to see someone pantamime being drunk when they think they are when in actuality I’ve taken all the alcohol out of their drink.

Amokinesis - Control Love and Desire

Shit are you actually in love with me or did I manipulate you into liking me?

As a joke I was going to make my classmate fall in love with whoever came in next but you did and now I’m very jealous.

I make people forget about me when we break up so it’s easy on them but I can’t get rid of my own love for them, even when there’s no chance of getting back together ever now.

Anthracokinesis - Control Coal

I like being alone so I move to Centralia and just turn off the surrounding coals when I’m walking over them. It’s very quiet but very smoky. I need to leave town to buy a gas mask.

I bought a bit of land and made a little mine before buying a truckload of coal and just stiking it in the walls. Then, I compressed it all into diamonds.

So my parents gave me a little tough love as a child and gave me a piece of coal one christmas. I’ll admit, I was a naughty child. But that piece of coal made me learn of my powers. It’s the only piece I’ll never manipulate anymore.

Antikinesis - Control Antimatter

No you can’t come to my antimatter dimension. It’s very private.

I think we had a good run, I’m just gonna get a black hole in here real quick.

I always wanted to visit Chernobl, good thing I can just sort of turn off the gamma radation and go for a walk.

Argentokinesis - Control Silver

Whoops I’m in werewolf country better make all my clothes and stuff have silver mesh.

“Yes this is genuine gold” I say to someone when I took the silver content out of a ring.

So I don’t have the best impulse control. I made my rude neighbor’s prized dog into a silver statue and now it’s like... eighty sets of flatwear.

Arthrokinesis - Control Joints

I may be a very inactive person, but damned if my joints ever pop. I’m doing sprints anytime I feel like it.

I got too excited testing how much I could let my joints move and may have dislocated by shoulder.

Yes, I tried to suck my own dick. Yes, I should have realized that there is actually bone stopping me from bending my spine like that. Don’t laugh at me.

Asterokinesis - Control Cosmic Energy

I’ve ascended to be the god of the universe and all I want to do is to stop being in charge and just have some time off for once.

I saw how much earth was desperate to meet other beings so I made some closer planets support life.

I’m not just some giant being in space. I’m a regular person. I buy groceries, collect rocks, and I’m desperate for people to never know I made them.

Astrakinesis - Control Astral Energy

I am nearly constantly disassociating. The good news is that I have like thirty dream selves I can be while the others go on autopilot.

I can see spirits so I just deal with ghosts for a living. Most of the time they’re just confused.

I can work as a medium for ghosts to talk through but you roleplaying with your dead datemate is the last straw.

Astronkinesis - Control Remnants of Cosmic Substances

I realized that in my lifetime I would never see a mission to a star so I made some much closer to us.

I don’t feel like this world’s really going anywhere. I’m just gonna supernova the sun next weekend.

My tarot card readings are always perfect and I sincerely want you to leave the country.

Atmokinesis - Control Weather

I am the best weather forecaster the world has ever seen. I work for a small town in rural country though. I think I have five hundred viewers on a daily basis?

I always make sure my neighbor’s/parent’s/friend’s/etc farm gets the best weather.

My entrences are always punctuated with lightening and I love it.

Atomkinesis - Control Atoms

It’s like 3-D printing, only much better. Check out this awesome watch I made.

I hope you like nuclear wastelands, because that’s what you’re getting.

Surprise, your house is full of radon gas!it’ll stay that way until you do what I say.

Audiokinesis - Control Sound

Nothing quite like a day of absolute silence when you have an audio processing disorder.

Movies are very fun to watch when I can make one character silent and just ad lib the dialogue.

The fact that I can chat style silence someone is the best.

Aurokinesis - Control Aura

I can see how people act before ever talking to them, that’s why you’re the only one in the room I’m going to talk to.

Where I live, auras are very important. So I can easily hide among them as someone without giving an inkling of malice.

I personally hate you so now you get too radiate bad energy until you apologize.

Aurokinesis - Control Gold

I’m allergic to what they use in fake gold but I have no money for good jewelry so I just make it gold after I buy it for cheap.

It’s not quite the Midas touch, but I’ve pulled that prank before.

I make golden jewelry and sculptures by making them out of clay/wood/etc and turning them into gold for huge profits.

Autumnuskinesis - Control Autumn

My hometown capitalizes on my love of pumpkins and sweater weather by becoming a destination for those looking to beat the heat but don’t want to own a down jacket.

I can make things rot. So I rotted my neighbor’s garden a week before harvest.

I make autumn immediately follow winter so now the world’s harvesting systems are fucked because I get pollen allergies.

Avarikinesis - Control Greed

I’m trying to make the world fair by taking all the greed out of high-ranking officials but sometimes that was their only driving force and they have no actual job experience.

I made someone comically greedy because being a superhero in a town in which no banks need protecting is boring.

I want so desperately to not have to take greed out of anymore people. It’s getting so tiring. I need to go on a vacation.

Avikinesis - Control Avains

Having hawks fly to my aide when my boss was giving me shit in the parking lot was definitely a sweet move.

I may live in this cottage alone, but these birds are more than enough company. One of them just told me about someone who ate shit on pavement last week in a city ten miles away. It’s awesome.

“Bats fly, right? Why can’t I control bats?” “Please just let me do my work.” ‘What about bugs?” “Please go home.” “Do flying fish count?”

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arriyire · 7 years

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Learn to Fly - A Fairy Tail Fic Ch. 1

Summary : The world is split into two realms - the mortal and the spirit. In this world, demons attack humans and the winged protect them. When Levy gets shoved headfirst into the spirit realm, she will have to adjust her whole way of living and learn to deal with a moody dragon winged Gajeel. AU vaguely based on the manga plot.

Rated: T

Chapter 1 - Prologue

"The world around us consists of two independent yet intertwined realms, the mortal and the spirit. The mortal realm (also referred to the ‘real world’) is the human realm, where people will spend their lives until they die and are reborn again. In this continuous cycle people are allowed to thrive, pursue their own personal goals and live their lives as they choose. The spirit realm is a magical realm in which creatures of mythical nature reside, while mortals can only interact with the mortal realm these creatures have the ability to interact with both realms.

While not inherently magical, human souls can accumulate magical energy from the spirit realm within themselves and ‘break free’ of the reincarnation cycle in the mortal realm and enter the spirit one. This magical energy requires a strong soul to hold it, such souls normally have a defining characteristic – something that defines their very soul this could be almost anything; be it strength, bravery, intellect or simply a strong belief in something. The magical energy absorbed feeds on this characteristic and amplifies it when brought to the spirit realm.

Despite the differences in characteristic the magical energy gained will always take the form of wings on the human granting not only flight but the ability to control said magical energy. As these wings are a reflection of an individual's soul; no two will have the exact same appearance, but the magic they can harness might be identical, for example two souls may have control of fire magic but have unique appearances and traits. Through natural observation (and for lack of a more intelligently sounding name) humans who have gained wings and traversed into the spirit realm are called 'winged' or 'winged ones'.

However, not all winged gain this power with good intentions. We call individuals who have been consumed by darkness and gained power through evil deeds, Demons. Such traits as selfishness, malice and deceitfulness also attract magical power – as such we must always remember magic is neither good nor evil; it is those who use it who are. Fortunately such evil beings are clearly marked by black wings and black eyes with red irises. Compared to the winged a demons survival requires them to constantly quest for power and continuously consume magical energy.

As such demons are renowned for hunting humans in the mortal realm. Particularly they target humans with the potential to become winged; they take the energy for themselves by absorbing their magic and through this process are granted greater power. Consequently said human’s soul is then lost - never to be reborn in the mortal realm or enter the spirit world. History dictates this was the norm of our world some ages ago. For centuries humans lived in fear of vastly powerful demons who slaughtered without mercy consuming without limit. Although the winged existed and fought against the demons to protect humankind; they were vastly outnumbered and outclassed.

Legend says that when humans faced extinction and the winged could fight no longer, an angel winged soul was brought to the spirit realm to rectify the world. Said soul held unimaginable power and had a heart which was as pure as it could be - they alone defeated legions of demons and sealed a large portion of demon energy in an alternate dimension behind a locked gateway. The key to which has been lost over the years – for good reason it would seem.

As a result of the battle the winged became the dominant force of the spirit realm we see today. Under the ‘angel winged one’ they vowed to become guardians for the two planes, to prevent another rise of darkness. For the world to be in balance demons would always exist but now, with their strength restricted they no longer posed the same threat to the world. In the aftermath two main laws were put into place, to keep the balance:

No winged would interfere with the mortal matters of the mortal realm

The winged will do all they can to protect the humans from demons

A spell was cast so humans would forget the winged and the demons and never would see such beings in the mortal realm; allowing them to continue without fear of what had been and without witnessing further conflict. Before too long groups of winged formed guilds and assigned them to protecting the surrounding areas and the human settlements within them. As the winged grew in number and the humans flourished under their new protection, the spirit realm flooded with magic; from which, creatures such as fairies, nymphs, yetis and drag-"

"DRAGONS! What does it say Luce!" A pink mob of hair blocked Lucy's face from the book she was rather enjoying up to about five seconds ago.

"Hmph! Nat-su I can't read with your head in the way!" Lucy growled clearly irritated. She really shouldn't be surprised; this was a regular occurrence with Natsu in regarded to anything to do with dragons, food or fighting. He seemed to direct all focus and willpower, the minute any one of them was a viable prospect. However, for as annoying as it was, Lucy did find it kind of endearing how passionate the man was.

Lucy sighed and stretched her long wings; they had a reasonable wingspan and a huge arc giving them the shape of a near crescent moon lying on its side. The deep dark blue pinpricked with a million stars was contained on their surface; the soft glow they gave off illuminated the dusty basement and its treasure trove of lost things. As she turned to where Natsu was now crouched, she was gave another breathy sigh. He had hoarded book from her hands to the basement corner and was staring at it intensely. As she stood up she saw his fire-red wings softly rustle clearly agitated at the mention of dragons. Despite his interest in the book, Lucy wasn't convinced he was reading, his eyes weren't moving and if looks could create fire, the book would be ashes by now.

"Quit it!" She panicked and snatched the book out of the man's hands in a desperate bid to rescue it. For good measure Lucy left a reasonable dent in the side of Natsu's skull with said book.

"Ow! Luce! What the hell?!" The pink haired man turned to now pout at his partner only to find she'd rapidly escaped out of the trapdoor to the basement they were in. Not one to be left behind Natsu swiftly followed his draconic wings flared as he escaped the decrepit house they had been exploring. He took to the sky, large wings held wide.

"We got to get back to the guild" Lucy called hearing a certain someone's grumbling a mile away – she knew he wasn't that mad anyway. "I'll read more of the book when we get there and see what I can find out about these dragons," She cheerfully added hoping to sweeten his mood a bit.

"OK!" He immediately perked up at the thought; with a powerful flap of his wings Natsu overtook Lucy and flashed a bright white fanged smile

"Last one there buys dinner!" He challenged and raced off.

Dumbstruck, Lucy rapidly regained composure and darted forward, "H-Hey Wait! Natsu! I can't afford to feed you again this week!"

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