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Maybe One Day You'll Become That Star (1/?)

Kip has never wanted anything more in his life than to study magic and become a real wizard, no matter what it takes, no matter the hurdles he has to overcome to achieve that dream. So when a chance to study under one of the most prestige wizards in the country rises, he's more than ready to jump on it. But could it be that there's something else he finds himself fascinated with, even more than the magic itself under the apprenticeship of this intriguingly odd wizard…?

Kip Sabian/Orange Cassidy (eventually). Slow romance. Modern with magic AU.

Kris Statlander makes a cameo in the first part, Chris Brookes is mentioned. Most likely we'll be seeing more of Best Friends and Penelope as well.

On AO3 here

I'm an absolute beginner with anything in the realm of even slight fantasy, so please bear with me while I try to learn how to do this. This concept was just too cute and too good to pass up, so I'm willing to try to get out of my comfort zone to create some more magical fluff. Hopefully this'll only be a few parter and it's not gonna suck complete ass ajsndjkas Also thank you @midnightpretenders0 for this idea and being the amazing moral support I needed to get to writing this, couldn't have done it without you 💜

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Clutching his belongings against his chest, Kip scanned the door standing almost threateningly in front of him. He had honestly lost track of time for how long he had been standing there, trying to build up courage to give the door a knock and get this over with. He was here by his own will, so why was this so hard to do? He was sure the people passing him by on the busy street were staring at this point, so many of them wondering what he was so nervous about, how long he had been there, what he was waiting for, even if they just observed him for barely a few seconds while walking by.

Kip wasn’t sure what kind of a reaction he was going to get, if he ever managed to get himself to go through with this in the first place. He wasn’t an expected guest in this place, he wasn’t going to be a customer, he wasn’t… Well, it was probably a shorter list to mention what he was. Or what he was hoping to be, hoping to become by coming here.

And Kip wasn’t sure if the great wizard that occupied this residence even wanted to have an apprentice, let alone someone like him.

Straightening his suit jacket, hoping that he looked much braver and put together than he actually was on the inside with his nerves going absolutely crazy, Kip finally reached a hand towards the door. The balled fist stopped inches away from the wooden surface though, making him second guess it once again. Was this the right move? Was this really what he wanted, what he was meant to do? He had already flubbed his chance once before, despite thinking he was ready for it, so what good would this do to him? What proof did he have that he was made for this, that someone like an actual wizard would even want to see him, let alone consider teaching him anything?

Kip pulled his hand back, pulling the notebook he was holding with the other hand even tighter against his chest. This was ridiculous. He had no idea why he had even listened to Chris about this. Sure the man knew how much Kip wanted to study magic, how much something like this meant to him, but to take his advice, advice from someone that had no idea how any of this actually worked. Sure as a performer Chris sometimes worked with wizards and magicians and what have you, but that didn’t mean he had an idea what actually studying under one would take. Or how that stuff would be approached. Or anything outside of how it all related to the show business.

It had been a mistake to listen to him in the first place, and yet somehow Kip had convinced himself to try out Chris’ stupid advice. And now he was here. Standing in front of a door leading to the residence of the greatest wizard, at least according to Chris, on this side of the country. Having no idea what to do or how to actually proceed with this plan that he didn’t really even have in the first place.

He tried to remember what Chris had said. “What’s the worst thing that could happen?” Kip had to admit, in that line of thinking he was right. The worst thing he could hear is ‘no’, or the door wouldn’t open up to him in the first place. He didn’t gain anything by not trying, that much was for sure.

But at the same time, he had already failed once before. How bad was it going to hurt the second time, especially if he went through so much extra effort for this? This wasn’t like the first time, this time he had no competition, and while this wasn’t a magical school of very high prestige that was extremely difficult to get into, this was something so much more, something much more personal, something ever more important to him. And while some people could claim that Kip had nothing to lose, he also had everything to gain from him. Which was maybe even scarier to him, if he was being honest.

Swallowing hard, Kip finally pushed the intruding thoughts aside, raising his hand up and knocking on the door. The sound wasn’t that loud, but it felt like it took over every other sound of the busy street behind him, swallowing him into the inevitable wait mode, just having Kip now stare at the door in anticipation, hoping that something, anything, would happen. The end result at this point was irrelevant, as long as someone would answer the knock and he would see at least a glimpse of another person at this point was all he cared about.

At least then he could convince himself that he tried, if nothing else.

Kip waited for a moment. Then another. A third. He was slowly starting to grow impatient, not really having prepared for this. Was the knock not loud enough? Would he be heard if he knocked again, or was he ignored on purpose and the second knock would just be seen as annoying and thus dooming him from any even minor amounts of success in this quest he had set himself on? Maybe there was just nobody home? Did he even have the right address, was he hundred percent sure someone lived here?

With one hand fidgeting with the corner of the cover of his notebook, Kip waited for a while longer. He didn’t hear any indications coming from inside that someone was even there. Maybe he had come here at the wrong time, the wrong day, or something.

Maybe this was a sign for him to give up on this crazy, silly dream of his finally. It seemed like the second disappointment had been inevitable, and while the saying was that third time was the charm, Kip wasn’t sure if he was able to handle this kind of disappointment after getting all of his hopes up one more time after all the efforts he had already gone through multiple times.

Finally letting out a breath he had been holding for a while, Kip leaned down, grabbing his little bag in his hand. He didn’t have a lot with him, he could find a place to crash before heading back home tomorrow. Traveling back home was a whole day's worth of struggle, but this was the best place he could have come, honestly. This is where Chris had directed him, saying this is where he could find the best wizard on this side of the country that could potentially help him, and yet…

Once again, Kip wasn’t sure why he had listened to him. Sure this was something he wanted, almost desperately so, but the amount of effort probably wasn’t worth it in the end. Trying to repair the damage he had done with the previous mess up wasn’t worth it. Traveling all this way just to knock on a door that wasn’t going to open for him wasn’t worth it.

Him trying so hard to convince himself that he was going to be a wizard wasn’t worth it, and it obviously wasn’t going to happen. And Kip just had to take the defeat and accept his fate finally.

As he turned on his heels to leave, Kip finally heard the lock on the door click. He froze in place as the wooden door opened with a soft creak, feeling the soft breeze of warm air rush outside through the doorway, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up as it pushed past him. Kip could feel the eyes on his back, the air around him suddenly very expecting, waiting for him to turn around and face the fate that he came here to chase in the first place.

As much as he didn’t want to, this was the reason he was here now. This was the moment Kip had been waiting for. He straightened up a little, inhaling deeply before spinning around on his heels.

Kip wasn’t sure what he had expected, but getting face to face with a blond man roughly around his age, maybe slightly older, definitely wasn’t it. Kip had been expecting someone older, more magnificent, someone that actually looked like a wizard and definitely not… A man dressed mostly in denim wearing sunglasses on his face indoors.

…Fuck. Maybe he already had an apprentice.

Taking in another deep breath as he could feel the pair of eyes behind those sunglasses stare at him expectantly, Kip put on the most polite and friendly smile he possibly could, hoping that it didn’t look as fake as he felt it did in this situation. The blond didn’t seem to care as he just slowly, and surprisingly casually, leaned against the door frame, hands getting stuffed into the pockets of his jeans after brushing a few rogue coils of hair away from his face.

“You know the door was open, right? You didn’t need to knock. And we also have a doorbell.”

Kip wasn’t sure who this fellow was, but honestly he was slowly starting to irk him. The clearly carefree attitude, no respect for a proper attire for a man in his position – whatever that might have been, Kip knew denim was the wrong choice either way, especially compared to the effort he had put into picking out a suit for this very specific occasion – sunglasses indoors, among so many other things that were just wrong. He didn’t fit into this setting, inside this house, into the life Kip was envisioning for himself here instead. He–

“So did you actually need something or…?” Even his manner of speaking was so lazy that Kip had to hold himself back from snorting. They denied him a chance and a position in a prestigious dream school of his, but here was this dork living his dream instead. Absolutely ridiculous.

“Yes, actually.” Kip couldn’t help but to sound just a tad bit annoyed. As if he had gone all this way here to be treated like this, to be put in a position like this. With feelings like this. The blond just nodded at him, not asking any further questions. “Okay. Come in.”

Kip blinked at him a couple of times, slightly stunned. Was there really no vetting process in this place, anyone could just waltz in with whatever into the residence of a great wizard if they just said they had some business here? Maybe Chris had lied to him, to make fun of him, to lead him to a wild goose chase of a supposedly great teacher, only to land him in the house of some F grade street magician. Kip should have known, it was very on par with the kind of people Chris spent his time with anyways, it wouldn’t have surprised him if Chris would think this was what Kip wanted.

Still, something about this whole situation, this whole place, and especially this blond man that was now motioning him to follow him inside the building was intriguing to him. It was all so odd that it almost came full circle for him, that maybe there actually was something magical going on around here. After all, if everything was correct, this still was a residence of a rather magical man.

Kip nodded carefully, following the other man inside. The door slowly closed behind him, making Kip jump a little as he heard it click shut, eyes shooting over his shoulder towards it. He should have known; everything around here did feel magical now that he was inside, so it shouldn’t have been a surprise to him if the door was enchanted or something. And yet it still somehow caught him off guard. Eyes shooting back forward, Kip’s nervous hands were picking on the corners of his notebook again, trying to calm his nerves as he wasn’t really sure what to expect now that he was inside the place. The place he had dreamed for so long to be in.

As he took in his surroundings, it slowly dawned on him that the lower floor of the building seemed to be some sort of a magical shop. Long and tall shelves lined up most of the wall space, filled with books and familiar looking magical items and what Kip assumed to be enchanted tokens of all sorts, each set in their own shelves, sorted based on their different qualities. Few tables were set under the windows facing out to the street he had just been on, lined with various potions and elixirs that most seemed familiar to him, just the usual stuff. The storefront itself wasn’t anything special, Kip was assuming most of this was just a convenient side business on the side of actual magic that was performed here by the owner.

Speaking of which…

Kip looked around him, eyes landing on the blond who had moved to now sit behind the desk at the back of the store, checking over some books set on it. Maybe he was just a helping hand, Kip had hard time believing a hard practicing wizard, or even his apprentice, had a lot of time to keep up with a store of this size along with everything else. Kip breathed a sigh of relief, laughing in his mind at how silly he had been before. Of course this guy wasn’t going to be a practicing wizard, or even if he was, at least not an apprentice of any sort. Like, look at him. He looked like he could care less where he was or that he was surrounded by magical items from the floor to the ceiling on almost all sides, he was probably only in it for the money and nothing else. Kip knew his kind, the lazy type that barely cared about anything in this life. He probably didn’t even know what this store actually was about, he was just here because nobody else would hire him to do even the easiest jobs imaginable.

With a new found confidence and a smile climbing its way on his lips, Kip approached the desk with a slight spring in his step. The blond didn’t look up at him until Kip had actually stopped right in front of the desk, looming slightly over him as he got an expecting look back, still through the sunglasses. Kip wasn’t sure how he was able to see so well with those on indoors, the store was already very dim, only being lit up with a few candles and some of the natural sunlight that managed to make its way through the heavy curtains hanging by the windows. Even he had a hard time seeing at first, so Kip couldn’t even guess how it all looked through tinted lenses the blond was wearing.

“So were you looking for something specific that I could help you with?”

That he could help him with. Kip held back a snort, feeling almost insulted by the question. He might have failed in his life before, almost masterfully so if he was being honest, but even he didn’t need help when it came to magic from a man who clearly had no ambitions in such a field, or life in general. Lowering the notebook from his hand on the desk in front of him, Kip leaned one hand against the desk, leaning slightly over it towards the other man, who didn’t seem to mind this move from him at all as he just kept staring.

“Nothing you could help me with.” Kip watched as he nodded, but saw the slight, clearly confused tuck on the corner of the blond’s brow at his statement. “I’m here to see the great wizard that owns this place. So if you could get him for me, I would appreciate that.”

The man watched him quietly for a moment, Kip trying to keep up the confident exterior that he had finally found. He knew he was going to be fumbling over his words when he actually got face to face with the man he was here to meet, so this was the downtime before that he had to calm his nerves and try to keep himself collected, hoping to carry at least some of that feeling with him later. Kip knew exactly what he wanted, he knew what he was here for, and this was the time he was going to get it. He wasn’t going to lose anything by asking for this, it was a bigger loss if he now turned and walked away because he didn’t like the attitude this one single man that was standing in his way was giving to him.

And hell, if someone like this ignorant fool was able to be inside this building, handling this sort of business, there was nothing stopping an actual talented, passionate young lad like Kip himself from achieving that as well, and even more.

“…Okay,” the blond finally shrugged, standing up from the stool he had been sitting on. Kip watched him, the man just standing behind the desk for a moment before he sat back down. Kip furrowed his brows at him in confusion, the man responding by taking off his sunglasses, crossing his arms on the desk and leaning over them, never breaking eye contact with Kip as he did.

“How can I help you?”

Kip stared at him, not taking in this bit whatsoever. “Is… Is this a joke? Are you making fun of me?” The other man shook his head, the blue eyes still not looking away from Kip as he did. “I said I wanted to speak to the owner. Your boss.”

“Yeah, and I’m asking how I can help you.”

“This is ridiculous, what --”

Kip couldn’t finish his sentence as the front door was slammed open, making him jump a little. Both pairs of eyes shot towards it, a woman striding in the store through the now open doorway. She glanced around the place quickly, eyes landing on the two of them, her steps directing towards the desk. Kip took a hesitant step to the side as she didn’t seem to slow down at all, not even stopping to look him over as she slammed her hands on the desk, eyes locked on the blond sitting behind it.

“Cass! It worked! It’s perfect!” She pointed at her hair, Kip’s eyes traveling from the side of her excited face to the hair, seeing the shiny blue color on the whole left side of it framing her face. The blond behind the desk nodded, Kip seeing the first real smile crossing his lips since he had started interacting with him. It was brief, but continued all the way up to his eyes as he watched the excited woman talk to him, showing off her apparently new hair color. Kip couldn’t help but look on, almost mesmerized, at the sight of the odd duo continuing an equally odd interaction with one another.

“The boys didn’t think you could do it but look at this,” she stated, spinning a coil of her freshly colored blue hair around her finger, pulling it slightly away from her face to stare at it in clear awe. “They will be so jealous when they see this. Chuck is going to freak out for sure, it’s going to be amazing.”

The man chuckled, Kip’s eyes almost instinctively traveling back to him. He was fully smiling now, obviously comfortable around this odd woman who seemingly appeared out of nowhere, but who he clearly knew very well. He was listening to her go on and on about the hair, the extremely good quality of it, the magic tied to it; him just nodding along with a smile plastered all over his face, proud that someone appreciated the work that had been done.

Almost like she finally realized that Kip existed, the woman looked towards him as she finally quieted the gushing down a little bit, glancing him quickly up and down. “Sorry, did I interrupt something?”

“No, you’re good, Kris,” the blond shook his head before Kip had a chance to reply, gathering a glare from him. “Did you need more of the blend? I can make a few more.”

“Oh, yeah, if you could,” she smiled, turning back towards the man behind the desk. “I have a few other requests so I can come over tomorrow for them? I have a whole list of colors and placements I would like to try if you can make them.”

The blond chuckled, though Kip could have sworn he sounded slightly insulted at Kris’ words. “Of course I can. Just let me know what you need. I have some more of the blue from the last batch though so let me get that for you.”

She nodded, both her and Kip watching as the blond disappeared through the door behind the desk, which Kip assumed to be the storage room of the shop. As soon as the other man was away from his field of vision, Kip turned towards the woman, offering her a quick smile as he pointed at the blue streak in her hair.

“Could I, uh, see the hair?”

Kris beamed at him, handing the coil towards him enthusiastically, obviously being more than happy to show off this magical work that had been done. Kip examined the coils carefully, admiring the excellent craftsmanship that had taken place to produce such an incredible product, being nearly unrecognizable as a magical creation to the untrained eye. Which, of course he didn’t have, so it was easy for him to spot such a top notch enchanted creation.

“This is incredible,” he mumbled, observing the shiny color of the hair carefully as he turned it around in his hand. “The color is amazing, the shine makes it look so real, it’s almost indistinguishable from regular dye. Like this… This is art.”

“And lasts twice as long without a messy fade or destroying the hair,” the other man piped up as he walked back in, lowering a jar filled with something blue and slightly luminescent on the desk from his hands. Kip let the hair fall from his grasp as he straightened back up, watching as Kris reached for the jar, pulling it close to her chest as she continued to beam at both of them. “Also a custom made color. I can hook you up too if you need a refresher on that platinum of yours.”

Kip could feel a soft blush creeping on his cheeks, brushing a quick hand through his hair trying to rid of the nervous energy as the conversation had suddenly turned back to him. He knew it had been a while since he had his hair recolored, sure, but it wasn’t that bad, right? The roots couldn’t have been pushing out too badly already, he would have noticed that, being as particular about the way he looked on the outside as he was. “No need, I-I’m good.”

The blond shrugged. “Suit yourself.” He turned his attention back to Kris, sending her a little smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow for the rest then?”

“Yeah! I’ll stop by at some point, thanks Orange!”

She turned on her heels, with a nice spring in her step almost skipping her way back out of the store. Kip watched after her, his head slightly spinning at this odd interaction he had witnessed, before her last words slowly crept their way into his mind. Brows furrowing, he looked back towards the blond who had taken a seat behind the desk again, currently fitting the sunglasses back on his face before looking back up at Kip.

“Orange…?”

The man shrugged, running a lazy hand through his hair. “Yeah? That is my name.”

Orange… Orange. Why did such an odd name also sound so weirdly familiar to Kip? And more importantly, who the hell gets named after a color, let alone a fruit? At the same time?

“That is the name that’s on the mailbox outside. Orange Cassidy. Considering how long you were out there earlier I figured you would have seen it.”

No… No, that wasn’t it, there was some other context where Kip had heard such a weird name before. It was off the walls enough that he remembered it, not every day you met someone named after a fruit or a color. And yet, he was struggling to place it anywhere specific while trying to ignore the other man’s sassy remarks about his behavior from earlier.

“Anyways… You’ve been here for a while. Did you need help with something or…?”

Kip snapped back to the moment at hand, blinking blankly at the blond a couple of times before quickly nodding, as if he finally remembered again what his true mission here was. He couldn’t get derailed by minor details such as this, there was something much more important he was here for.

“Uh, yeah. I wanted to talk to your boss. The great wizard Orange--”

Before he could get the full name out of his mouth, Kip froze in place. All of a sudden everything made sense, the color flushing from his face as his eyes widened in horror as the realization was finally setting in. He could so vividly see the name Chris had scribbled down to his notebook for reference alongside the address where to find him, the one he deemed to be the best wizard he could find from a reasonable travel distance away.

And right next to the name, drawn the little orange fruit that Chris had thought at the time was such a funny little joke to make, considering the name.

…Oh no.

“I-I, uh, I… Um.”

The blond watched him patiently, clearly seeing Kip struggling to form words as the true nature of the situation was creeping up on him, how everything was slowly starting to make sense to him. The attitude he was getting back from the man with the sunglasses, the way he was dressed and yet handled the entire store, the whole exchange with Kris and the quality of the work done for her… Everything was falling into place, and the realization Kip was having as he was coming to terms with how he had acted earlier was catching up with him, having him finally face the consequences of it all, but especially his own actions up to this point.

Cassidy looked at him, just waiting. Watching him. Observing the nerves getting better of him as Kip fidgeted with his hands, wide eyes now shooting around the room, trying to find something interesting and calming enough to look at as he was trying to reassess the situation at hand. Situation that he had created himself, unintentionally it seemed, but it was still more or less Kip’s fault that he was in this predicament right now.

“So… Can I actually do anything for you or…?”

Kip tensed up immediately, wide eyes landing on the blond. He couldn’t read the expression behind the sunglasses, but the air was thick, filled with expectations Kip wasn’t sure he was going to be able to fill. He quickly glanced down at his feet, spotting the bag he had lowered there earlier, flicking the switch on in his brain. Reaching down for his belonging, Kip pulled the bag into his hands, eyes landing back on Cassidy again for a brief second one more time.

“Sorry, I-I gotta go.”

Turning on his heels Kip rushed out of the store, cheeks flushing red with embarrassment as he didn’t turn to look back to see if the blond was calling out after him or anything, he just pushed out the door as fast as possible.

Cassidy didn’t move from his spot, just stared blankly after the Brit as Kip was suddenly gone from his view. The silence fell back into the dim little shop as the door closed shut after him, leaving Cassidy alone there to ponder over what had just happened. He had to admit this wasn’t the first time, and probably wouldn’t be the last one either, when someone had made such a mistake, thinking he wasn’t who he really was. But there was something about the way this particular man had dealt with it all, probably the most disrespectful he had ever witnessed.

Slowly his eyes moved down to the desk in front of him, a brow slightly raising as he spotted the notebook that didn’t belong to him, the one thing Kip had left behind him in his rush to get out of the store and away from him as quickly as possible.

#fic #fic: maybe one day you'll become that star #ship: orangekip #character: orange cassidy #character: kip sabian #character: kris statlander #setting: modern with magic au #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction

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Healing Ties - Chapter 34 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Yore didn't sleep well that night and he was up early the next morning.

He had a lot of thinking to do.

He essentially had to remap his entire life in his mind.

The limited future he'd planned for no longer existed.

Now he had to plan for a family of his own, inheritance, and so many other things.

That was by no means a bad thing, of course.

He also had to plan for the immediate future.

How he would tell everyone about what Fanner was doing for him.

He wanted to get that right.

Fanner deserved to be appreciated not just for what he could do but also for the courage it had taken to make himself vulnerable.

Fanner, meanwhile, had knocked out early and slept through the night.

Yore suspected that after taking energy from him, Fanner had continued to use his own to finish healing Yore and run his reserves low again.

He really didn't have to do that and Yore hoped to convince him of that but not today.

For now, he just wanted Fanner to feel good about what he'd achieved.

Yore had been considering writing Fanner a note so that he could sleep in while Yore got started on his journey but as he was getting dressed Fanner stirred awake.

Fanner covered a yawn with the back of his hand as he pushed himself up.

"Are you leaving?"

"I was planning to head out, yeah. Do you need anything before I go?"

Fanner shook his head.

"Okay. I should be back tomorrow but if not, the day after. Once I'm back, we can sit down and have a conversation about when and how we're going to tell everyone else about all of this."

"I'll do things however you want."

"I want for you to have a say."

Fanner looked away.

"I just... don't really know. You seem to be good at these sorts of things."

"Fair enough. Sometimes an opinion is just that you don't want to have to be the one who does the talking. That's reasonable. We'll make those decisions together, okay?"

Fanner nodded, his lips self consciously pressing down to try to hide a smile.

Yore didn't try to suppress the one he gave Fanner in return.

"All right, I'll see you soon, okay?"

"Good luck with, um..."

Yore laughed.

"Yeah. Guess we'll see how well this thing works now."

As Yore left his cabin, he was still smiling.

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Fanner had another day with Slone and it was just as fun as the last one.

They climbed trees, walked along the edge of a creek and explored all the tiny critters that lived there and ate some wild berries.

It was like being a child again, only this time he could do all the things he'd been forbidden to do when he actually had been a child.

"Have you seen Cookie around?" Fanner asked as they sat and ate their lunch.

"Hmm, nah," Slone said. "Can't say I have. She don't really leave much of a scent, either, so it's hard to tell if she's been about."

"I hope she's still around but maybe she knows I don't really need her anymore. I want her to be here because she's my friend but I'm safe now and not so scared."

"Could be. Hard to know what goes on in the head of something like that."

"Maybe we could leave out some food for her? Like, some entrails if you hunt something? She likes eating things."

"Sure. Can't say I know how she finds her way to anything, cause she ain't got no eyes or ears or nose but she's gotta have some way. We can give it a go."

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Yore reached the spire a bit before lunchtime and headed straight for Eleanor's lab in the nearby town.

Eleanor was a doctor or... something like that.

She did medically related things, though she wasn't much like the medical staff Yore had encountered during his time in the human military.

Her lab wasn't much like the places those human doctors worked, either.

Human doctors kept their spaces clean, well lit and minimalist in design and decoration.

Eleanor's lab was dimly lit, adorned with flowing, colourful curtains and decorated with strange sculptures made of coloured glass.

There were several shelves stacked with bottles and jars full of mysterious substances as well as some actual human medical equipment like a microscope and a stethoscope.

And then there was Eleanor herself.

She was more or less human in shape but instead of skin, she was covered in tiny, iridescent scales.

Yore had never been quite sure if they were more along the lines of fish scales or reptile scales.

Perhaps they were their own thing entirely.

"Ah, Yore," Eleanor said as soon as he entered the room.

"For someone so unhealthy, I don't see much of you. How can I help you?"

"Ironically, I'm here because my health has recently improved."

Yore told her.

"I had some issues with achieving an erection and those have been resolved now. I haven't spoken to Aime yet because she lives further out but I'm hoping we'll be able to get started on things now."

"Of course, of course."

Eleanor grabbed an empty jar off a nearby table and handed it to Yore.

"First of all, I'm going to need a sample to make sure your little swimmers are wiggling like they're supposed to. You can take your time getting it but bring it back to me as soon as you're done."

"Okay, I'll, uh... go back to my room and do that, then. Thank you."

"Hmm," was all she said as she turned her back on him and returned her attention to whatever she'd been doing before he had entered.

Yore went to his room at the base of the spire, stripped down and lay down on his bed.

He should have been looking forward to finally getting off, considering he hadn't done so for years at this point but he was apprehensive to say the least.

Sure, everything ought to be fixed now but he'd spent the whole of the previous day being hurt in a way he had previously come to associate with sexual arousal.

He tried touching himself, conjuring up erotic images in his mind but his cock refused to stir.

Yore sighed, pocketed the empty glass jar and returned to Eleanor.

Eleanor held the glass jar up and squinted into it.

"Were my instructions unclear?"

Yore rubbed the back of his neck.

"No, your instructions were fine. I just had some... issues. See, it used to hurt when I got an erection. As far as I know, all that physical stuff is fixed now but it's hard to convince my body of that. I couldn't get the job done."

"Hmm," Eleanor said.

"How sure are you that you don't have any physical problems with getting erect anymore?"

"I mean... fairly sure?"

"Hmm."

"You're not going to ask how it got fixed?"

"No, no. I'm very smart. I already figured that out. So, would you say you're sure enough that you'd be willing to reverse the issue?"

"Uhh..." Yore said, still caught on the first part.

"What does that mean? Reverse it?"

"I can make it so that, for a bit, it's more difficult for you to not have an erection. But you probably want to be sure that whatever made that painful is fixed. If it isn't, that would be..." she narrowed her eyes. "Bad."

"I don't know if I'm certain, but I have enough faith to take my chances."

"Great," she said and turned towards one of the shelves stacked with bottles.

She retrieved a large glass bottle full of orangish liquid and a smaller, empty glass bottle.

She eyed him critically as she poured some of the viscous liquid from the large bottle into the smaller one.

"Hmm. You're a large man and werewolves have fast metabolisms..."

She nodded to herself as she settled on an amount, corked the small bottle, and handed it to him.

"It's strong and it acts fast, so wait until you're alone or with a consenting partner to take it. Don't ask what's in it."

Yore immediately uncorked the bottle and sniffed the liquid.

"Why does this smell of semen?"

She clicked her tongue.

"Drats. The orange citrusy smell doesn't cover it up?"

"Not to a werewolf's nose. Is there maybe a version without the semen?"

"Sure, I can whip you up a batch right now. How much do oranges turn you on? Because it's going to mostly just be oranges. No, Yore, I can't make you some without the semen. Do you think I just put that in there for flavour? That's minotaur semen and it's the active ingredient."

"Ugh."

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that’s true, that’s true :)) i still love both names though, they’re very cute. would you have any nicknames? like...app? kuro? wen? i don’t know!

oh geez, i know how you feel, balancing studies with other things...i’m commending you for looking out for your brother and cheering for things to get better for you personally as well too (and for things to get less stressful and all, and for you to get more rest). i also have bags under my eyes too...also, again, one liners with the designer bag thing! amazing. extraordinary.

oopsies, my bad ;))

yeah, me too. just like...oh well, no point in emailing staff about it cuz they’ll fix it whenever. tags, or i just wrote something most of my reader demographic doesn’t prefer (like my angst piece).

i think a lot of my drafts can count as very short blurbs and then i flesh them out. like i have a bullet list or i write a long sentence about the plot. hhhh you make my heart go dudududu cuz i love interacting and chatting with you! you make me feel so validated and seen on this platform. i love your ideas, so it’s a win win when we make a big story together. thank you though. i love reading your reblogs of my fics :,) my heart warms.

mmm, i see...i relate with the skin thing. really, only vaseline can help and i swear by how much of it i’ve used in my entire life, i think it’s safe to say my skin is made up of vaseline by now (it’s petroleum jelly). maybe you can try it, i hope it’ll help (unless by beauty products, you mean makeup, which i have no expertise in).

you should go next time (if you want) cuz it’s like a once-in-a-lifetime experience. i would totally want to go even if i was just a statue in front of them. just to say i did it and also to see them in person. but i understand your worries, i hope you can get the courage to meet up with them soon (and you’ll get the chance to and money too if those are needed).

omggggg, i’m ;_; thank you so much, it’s the biggest compliment to hear that kind of thing about my works. i’m on mobile so it’d be annoying to link stuff (i might go on a reblogging spree soon if i get the chance for my favorite blurbs of yours), but my faves that i can think of off the top of my head are shapeshifter! mingi, boxer! soobin, vampire! jaemin, and artist! niki.

hmm, i consider all my monikers as nicknames so i don't really seek one, if that even makes sense—

ajfgndjgn i didn't even mean to make that a memorable one-liner, it just came from the top of my head 🥴🥴 with him in face to face and me still stuck at home, i sometimes get worried about him but at the same time, i guess this can help him learn to stand up for himself

one day, one day we'll make this platform shake by having a collab—ofc it'll happen after i kick finals and school for being so hard on you. i always have plenty of fun when we interact so that's probably why i reply so quickly. istg i might break my keyboard one day from how hard i press the keys...

i think it's makeup that you have to buy in order to gain a ticket? idk, i was paying more attention to the stands they had on display rather than the products that the brand was selling sjsjejsjn

ooh we should go together so if one of us freezes, the other can gently guide them off the stage before security can get their hands on us—it's just annoying me a little because next month, skz is coming here for a fanmeet too, then in feb: enha concert, march: skz concert, so i'm yelling "SLOW DOWN WE'RE NOT AS RICH AS WE MAKE OURSELVES LOOK LIKE"

yay, yumi's not able to add links ~~ /j

actually... i'm thinking of doing a poll to see which concept(s) would readers like me to expand upon, but it feels like a risky move...

#dimension : asks.#sender : sunflwryu.

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hi hi !!

i havent sent a letter in a while, i've gotten pretty busy doing color guard. do you know what that is? it's quite fun, though less people know about it.

color guard is like rotc, but it's less serious n stuff. it's usually contemporary dance with flags, rifles, and sabers. we work with the marching band !! and no the weapons aren't real, they do hurt though. we tape them up with electrical tape and wear gloves since it can hurt your hands a lot.

we have a show review next week !! that means whatever show we decided to create this year and work on we'll be going to another school to have the judges review our show and give us any criticism n what not.

we even are going to start practice for a new years parade our school has always been performing for for literal decades. it's 5 miles so we really have to build up stamina to do flag work and dance, not to mention memorize and have a good diet for it. since it's a parade it'll be about 1-3 hours long.

it's odd, i'm not used to being busy often or having an actual schedule since i've been depressed since i was young—though i haven't been diagnosed. i'm not diagnosed with anything, i know i said i had adhd and i feel bad for lying. i have a cousin a first cousin with it and i researched it since i wanted to do something in any medical profession or like- therapy at some point. so every single thing i read or research, i have symptoms or can relate far too much. i've been relating to and understanding anything i see about people with adhd or people with adhd explaining it or describing it since i was in elementary. i don't want to self diagnose though, that isn't good, but it sucks being stuck with either being diagnosed but then actually being diagnosed and having my family treat me like some kid.

i don't talk about it often besides with friends though since i don't want people thinking i'm being weird or faking it. i've just been having the symptoms since as long as i can remember so i try and figure it out myself before i decide to go and ask to be diagnosed.

i had the courage to ask my doctor a year ago but i was moving in a week when i asked so i couldn't get an evaluation or be assessed. so when i finally asked, my situation ruined it.

sorry for dumping like that. i got sick recently so i havent been able to be awake much or do anything properly. it's not covid, just a sore throat n lots of congestion. i have to blow my nose every 30 seconds i swear. so i havent been able to tell any friends and stuff about these things.

anyways, daily questions so prepare yourself !! how are you, mentally, physically, and emotionally? anything fun you did recently? have you been taking care of yourself? are you okay, considering the amount of time you took away from tumblr to move n all of that. how's moving been?

that's all for this letter, and i'm sorry if any of the topics i've mentioned aren't very joyous or make anyone get triggered.

– MC

hi MC, it's good to hear from you! so sorry for such a late reply :(

My ex-best friend used to do color guard, so I know of it's existence (she took up the activity at the end of our friendship, so I don't know too much, thanks for filling me in!) It sounds like a lot of work, so I applaud you for that. I don't think I could ever do it lol

self-diagnosis can be a tricky thing because you’re right, it isn’t great to self-diagnose but at the same time I know not everybody has the resources and means to get officially diagnosed. And in my opinion, diagnosis can do a lot of good for a person. I have a math learning disability that I wasn’t diagnosed with until last year. I knew something was wrong but I wasn’t able to get tested for the longest time. It actually hindered me more I think when it hung over my head as some big cloud of “I know something’s wrong with me but I can’t get tested, what if this is all in my head & I’m just making it up for attention, or what if I’m just really dumb and trying to use this an excuse for it’. all that fun self-doubting/spiraling thoughts. But after I got tested and diagnosed with my learning disability for math, it’s like things shifted for me. I had more patience with myself, if that makes sense. I started to treat myself like I would if I was any other person with a math learning disability. Like when those thoughts came to me, I was able to say to myself ‘You know you have a math learning disability and that’s okay, you’re not making it up for attention, and you’re not dumb’. It was a freeing and calming thing for me, so I totally get why it would be the same for you with a self-diagnosis (although I hope you can actually get diagnosed soon for your own sake and mental well-being, I know it’s tough though!) And you know, plenty of people have ADHD and it’s nothing to be ashamed of or embarrassed by if you do have it! If anybody treats you differently (which I don’t think they will), then that’s their problem, not yours!

As for your questions....

1a) I am mentally doing alright. Seasonal depression is coming back, I can feel it in my bones, so that’s always tough

1b) I am physically well, just have a lot of bruising from dancing (I’m part of a dance club, and while learning some new moves I totally wiped out!!)

1c) I am emotionally good right now! Things have been crazy lately but things are calming down enough for me to take a breather, you know?

2) The fun thing that I did recently was go back to my family’s house and help them decorate for Christmas!

3) I’ve been trying to take care of myself! I’ve been really enjoying parfaits lately, and I also recently bought some new skin-care products that I’m excited to try out. I am slacking on my vitamins though, so I’ve gotta get that in check!

4) It was hard for me to take a break to be honest, and I know I’m still not super regular with everything, but the move and classes and everything was a lot harder than I thought. In a good way though, if that makes sense? Like I thought it would be a bad-hard, like I’m lonely and crying all the time and I have all this extra empty time on my hands that I could at least use to work on the blog, but it’s not like that. It’s good-hard, like I have friends and I’m doing activities and I’m staying so busy with general life and such that I don’t have a lot of time for the blog like I thought I would. So it’s good, but also not exactly what I expected?

Thank you for your letter MC! Hope to hear from you soon!

- breadstick 🥖

#MC #mc letters #asks #🥖#breadstick speaks #breadstick 🥖#spookybreadstick

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