MAGIC SHOP (SORA & LUCA)

MAGIC SHOP
(This fanfiction is available on Wattpad too.)

SORA thought he knew what magic was: bringing forth something into existence. The puppet master of his life made it even more inherently magical, to be specific whoever pulled the strings to his puppet had him head to a claw machine space every day to play around. His creation? Joy.

HE would never thought that when it closed, more magic would spark into existence. But when one door closes, more pathways are erased too. Will his withdrawal from the rest of his peers and family rob him of his magic? Or will his newfound friend be enough? Friendship is magic, after all.

CHARACTERS
sora (he/him)

luca (fae/faer)

alexis (no pronouns)

jaxx (ve/vem)

possibly more

AUTHOR'S NOTES
None of the Squad members belong to me, I am merely writing into existence some of the Squad members into an alternate universe and also doesn't reflect on how they may act in real life. The way I write them will be how they act in this work of fiction and here only.

(A note: if you personally work with the Fair Folk, are pagan, or are otherwise uncomfortable due to the practices of your religion with fae/faer pronouns, that's fine. Let the one using fae/faer pronouns know (ideally in private), and ask if there is an alternate set you could use/if it's okay to use faer name instead. Read this post: https://contievene.tumblr.com/post/660677003346903040/faefaer-pronoun-etiquette )

© Andie Avens

still with you !
The fatal fans whirred and created a sedating atmosphere. They were both calming and frightening because they spun so fast that it was cooling but also fast enough to look like it was going to loosen from whatever was making it hold on.

Sora suppressed a yawn and looked out the window, wondering if any student had the same thoughts as him. If he was going to be assuming everyone else was on a similar thought level as him, then perhaps.

He doubted it, hardly anybody seemed to not be a slang-speaking freak or a math enthusiast. If they weren't any, they would be a mix.

Seriously, what's the point of learning if you have to explain every single thing to the other group members? It just hinders your entire learning experience. That's what a teacher is for, if he was to do the same then he should be paid.

He stared at his nails and picked at them, with the same apathetic mask he wore often. It guaranteed a lack of confrontations because how could you assume someone with no telltale sign of mocking you was even mocking you?

Sora definitely thought lower of his classmates. To be frank, the same was with his teachers. They nagged the same things, it was just like being in the same class for a whole 8 hours.

Actually, that was simply for everyone. No one had gotten any kind of approval from him.

His gaze hit the clock on the wall, who immediately moved its hand over to the next tiny measurement. Good. At least the clock had some sense of responsibility.

Nah, he was just kidding. It's just how they're manufactured, really.

At least they work though.

Enough, Sora reminded himself. The goal was to get out, not to get attached to items inside that would make it harder to detach yourself from school completely.

What a dumbass he was.

Still not a big dumbass as the others.

A smirk flashed on his face like a star gracing Earth with its presence, he could see that one classmate steal a glance at him already. He let go of the smirk to regain his old mask that he had grown to be fond for.

Wow, he was just such a good actor.

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As in every cliched composition written by Sora's fellow classmates would start off with, upon hearing the bell ring he rushed to contain his excitement and calmly pushed in his chair before strolling out like school was so enjoyable he didn't want to leave.

He kept his distance from the other classmates that walked down the stairs in a form that no teacher would ever preach about. He prayed that nobody would spark a conversation with him. After all, his previous prayers had worked.

Finally, the gate. He walked briskly out and made a run for it- to his magic shop.

He kept his head low to avoid recognition and prayed that he wouldn't knock into anyone. Honestly, he'd been on this path countless times, enough to have it coded into his muscle memory.

It was his solace in his world, the cloud nine he could hope to experience alive.

It was a space with claw machines lining the walls. The same poppy music blasted from a speaker all the way in a high corner. He'd grown accustomed to it, as with everything else in his mundane life.

Of course, the mundane part wasn't inclusive of him.

Sora was almost there! Just a corner to turn by and at the speed he was at he would reach the space in no time.

As he dashed, he reminded himself of the never-ending list of excuses and lies he could possibly use, reciting each one to himself gently.

Make sure it's still with you...

The nearby rubbish bin's stink dragged him out from his thoughts. He tsked and continued recalling every idea he'd thought of previously.

One might wonder how he even managed to run and think legibly but when your life was that boring and unexciting... It's not like there are other things to learn.

He was almost there, about to cross over into the portal to cloud nine.

He stopped, skidding to a halt just like every other cliche available. He felt the heat from the sudden stop and absorbed it, walking at a speed opposite the speed of light towards the magic shop.

Wait-

Did this actually happen?

The space was locked, a metal gate sealing the entrance, the kind that could be dragged down from the top. Through the small holes, he peered and saw nothing, just sad nothingness. The corners were bare, the walls were bare and Sora?

He couldn't bear the feelings rising in him, he tried to strip them away and leave them inside the lonely space.

But of course, he failed. When did he even succeed? Right here, where every time he got something someone would look in awe. He smiled an empty smile and kept it there.

Right then, a malicious breeze blew into him, leaving Sora colder than ever, not to mention that it was raining just now (although the rain had ended), the chills...

It was back, the loneliness and everything dark affiliated with it. It was over, well, at least he had the chance to experience some kind of joy and lightening of the heart at least once in his life.

He adjusted his backpack's strap and distributed the weight of his bag more fairly around his body than life ever was to him, trudging away, absolute succumbing...

"Oi!" A gentle, delicate voice spoke. Naturally, Sora swiveled around to pay the only attention he'd had in a while his full respect.

Its source was a fairly tall person with a sincere smile plastered on faer face. Quite the resemblance to a otherworldly fairy of sorts. Fae seemed to levitate but didn't quite do so. It was an odd description, one that couldn't pay tribute to the actual person.

"Yes?" Sora inquired, acquiring an air of elegance.

"Do you wanna know why the shop closed? I know the owner and you seem to be disappointed?" The last sentence was uttered in a higher pitch, but was also tinged with uncertainty.

Sora masked his excitement and blinked twice before answering his obvious agreement.

"It's a bit of a story, so maybe we should sit down and I'll talk."

At this point, Sora was desperate for some sort of interaction and followed along. The both of them sat down on an uncomfortably designed bench, likely made to deter homeless people from sleeping here, their sitting positions telltale of the differences in them.

 NOTES 

'''I originally wrote this quite early on but it didn't fit so I decided to abandon it. I came back to write this because I decided to read a fic by someone whose fics I like and their writing style was relatively simple, so I lowered my expectations and began writing yesterday.'''

I won't write too much each chapter, probably about 1000 words.

'''Also, if you forgot, Luca's pronouns are fae/faer IN THIS FIC, I don't know about Luca's IRL pronouns, we'll take it as he/him. I decided to write in third-person POV because it's smoother for me.'''

I have plenty of ideas for other Sorluca fanfics, it's just whether or not I find enough pictures to use as covers for them.

'''I'll advertise a song each chapter, this time it's Still With You by Jungkook, it's on Soundcloud! Someone uploaded it as a podcast onto Spotify. I wanted to advertise Run by BTS, but I feel Still With You suits this more. Go and listen to these 2 songs if you want to.'''