#like. he's already constantly messed up. adding sensory overload on top of that makes him shut dow

[carbonateddelusion]

edgar has a complete crying meltdown over the fact that his food came out with a weird texture and was Bad and he Messed It Up and just fucjing collapses on the floor and neither of his beefs know what's going on <3

[sleepless-in-starbucks]

(Let Me) Cover Your Eyes

Ao3

Summary: Remy’s a queen, but that doesn’t mean they get any rights. Logan’s not even a noble, but that doesn’t mean ay can’t do something. Content: Arranged marriage, sensory overload, references to noncon/dubcon kissing, one implication of possible future noncon/dubcon sex (none actually happens, just vaguely mentioned), basically being treated like a slave, one instance of self-harm, mentioned starvation, fear about being caught, misgendering (some accidental, some purposeful but for good reason), magic au, genderfluid!remy, nb!logan Pairing: Platonic losleep Note: There’s an oc in this referred to just as ‘the king’- he’s not meant to be a certain character or anything, he’s just an oc

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If you asked anyone who knew her how Remy felt about parties, you would get the same answer from all of them: she loved them. She wore the most exquisite gowns and the most beautiful jewels to them, face made up in bright colours that highlighted her ever-present smile, mingling and laughing with all who attended. They were one of her greatest joys.

All of these people would be wrong. And this would be because they weren’t describing Remy- they were describing Maria.

Remy hated parties. The outfits she wore to them were too tight and difficult to move in, the jewelry paired with them clunky and not flattering to her. She wore so much make-up it felt as if breathing too hard would mess it up, and she felt suffocated beneath the smiles she couldn’t drop as she forced herself to interact with the masses. They were awful, and they made her feel awful.

But that didn’t stop them from occurring twice a month, and that didn’t stop Remy from having to go to them, always dolled up to the point you could barely tell she was anything more than a statue of perfect pose and restrained emotion.

That’s all she was, after all. Marriage may have deemed her a queen, but birth had deemed her a doll to be controlled and admired by others, and birth always won out.

So when the king (her husband, she could have said, but they both knew that wasn’t the purpose of their marriage, so there wasn’t really any reason to pretend otherwise) reminded her of the ball that evening and told her to get ready, she did. Even if her skin crawled and she wished she could do anything else, she did.

Her casual clothes were swapped out for a dark green ball gown that was much too tight around her stomach and much too loose everywhere else. She was adorned in heavy gold jewelry from head to toe, and her face was painted white and detailed like a mask of glittering emeralds and sapphires. And for the final touch, her sunglasses were taken from her and replaced with the reminder to smile.

“You look beautiful.” The king commented as Remy once more joined him. He was barely changed from earlier, his robes straightened a bit and little else. He wasn’t the one who was going to be on display.

“Thank you.” Remy said, but the response was hollow. The king’s words had been no compliment, simply a satisfied remark that his showpiece was prepared for the evening.

At the king’s prompting, Remy slipped her arm in his, wishing this gown had been one of the ones that came with gloves. The party would be hell on her senses no matter what, but the little things did help.

But, Remy supposed, she was already lucky enough she was a woman at the moment. Sure, she’d feel like hell and still be forced to act as if she was in heaven, but at least she wouldn’t be misgendered.

Little things.

~

The party had gone downhill for Remy at about the same rate as always; aka, really fucking fast.

The lights were too bright on their own, traditional candles covering practically every inch of the walls while the chandeliers above were lit up by crystallized sunlight, all of it made worse by the hundreds of gems that reflected the light even more throughout the room. The colours of outfit amongst the partygoers were violent clashes of manageable darks and painfully bright neons. Chinking glasses and overlapping conversations echoed in the large ballroom. Everything was too much, and to top it all off Remy’s gender had shifted again, the pesky thing, and now every addressal of ‘my queen’ made them feel sick.

Not that you could have guessed any of that, looking at Remy. They were used to it, after all. Used to everything being so much it made it hard to talk or think or breathe, used to feeling as if their skin was buzzing with the amount of hands they were shaking, used to smiling through it all as if they were enjoying themself and not crumbling piece by piece, only to be put back together again just in time for the next party.

It would be easy if it didn’t hurt so much.

Barely an hour into the party and Remy was ready to find a corner and press themself into it until they simply didn’t exist anymore. Every minute afterwards only got worse, and were it not for the eyes of the guards at every door and corner constantly on them Remy would’ve just left and faced the consequences later.

And of course, because Remy was already having such a wonderful evening, things went from bad to utterly terrible in the space of a few too-fast heartbeats.

The most recent noble Remy had struck up conversation with had been charming, in a good way. They hadn’t tried to shake Remy’s hand, something Remy was immensely grateful for, and they kept their attention towards the crowd around them as they chatted, not staring uncomfortably at Remy’s face like everyone else did. Remy wouldn’t say they were happy talking to them, but it was certainly the best interaction they had had that evening.

And then they asked Remy to stay put while they spoke to the king, and everything was right back to being horrible.

Remy wasn’t surprised when the noble returned to lead them outside, out onto the low balcony set in the back of the palace. It was a lovely night, after all, temperate and cloudless, and going to a bedroom would’ve been pointless anyways. It was still a few months before their first year with the king was up, and tradition was tradition, even if the king was much too preoccupied with peace treaties and border shifts to pay Remy any ‘attention.’

They stepped out onto the balcony before the noble, taking in a breath of the cool air while they waited for the noble to close the door and make their move. Remy wasn’t sure what to expect, only knowing that the most seemingly charming nobles were the worst in this regard.

Soon enough, they were in front of Remy, for the first time that evening looking them in their eyes. Remy wasn’t surprised. They were gorgeous, after all, the whole spectrum of colour twisting and turning in their irises, never stopping. Remy had expected them to look eventually. That was why they were on display.

Lost in their thoughts, Remy didn’t notice that the noble was offering them something until they spoke up, their tone clear and the slightest bit concerned, “Here.”

Remy thought they were directing them in some manner. Instead, their hand was out, palm up, offering Remy…

“Sunglasses?” Remy said, confused. They weren’t supposed to cover their eyes at parties, for the express purpose of ensuring all the guests could see them. It was practically etiquette for beings like them. “The king won’t allow it.”

“He can’t see you right now.” The noble pointed out evenly, as if they were simply stating a fact. When Remy didn’t respond to that, they added, “You’re uncomfortable. These will help.”

Part of Remy was still untrusting of the noble’s offer. It was too likely this was simply a trap, some sort of twisted test to see if Remy would respond properly.

But Remy really did want to put the sunglasses on, to once more quiet the world, consequences be damned. Plus, there was something… unplaceable about this noble. Remy was loath to call them trustworthy, but they didn’t inspire distrust nearly as much as anyone else Remy was forced to know, and that meant something to Remy.

So they accepted the sunglasses.

Immediately after putting them on, Remy could feel their senses quieting, the new muted, dark appearance to the world around them convincing some primal part of their brain that they no longer needed to be on full alert. Remy’s dulled senses were roughly on par with a human’s full-alert ones, something that made the human world much easier to bear. Their skin was still crawling, too much touch not something that could just be blocked out at a moment’s notice, but that was alright with Remy. Something was better than nothing. They didn’t need everything.

The noble, however, didn’t seem as satisfied. They were frowning, head tilted as they looked at Remy.

“You’re still uncomfortable.” They observed, which Remy supposed wasn’t too surprising. They were good at acting okay, but it wasn’t a waterproof facade. Just good enough so that nobles who didn’t care weren’t forced to feel uncomfortable due to Remy’s own discomfort.

“I’m fine.” Remy lied, trying to maintain the facade, as always. “Now, are you-”

Before they could finish their sentence, Remy was stopped by the noble shrugging off their dark blue and silver embroidered jacket, leaving them in a matching tie and black button-up as they offered the jacket to Remy. “Here. The pressure should help with your crawling skin, so long as the fabric doesn’t upset you.”

Now that? That was odd.

“How did you know my skin was crawling?” Remy asked as they accepted the jacket. They had been given ‘favors’ before, so there was no danger in wearing the noble’s. There might’ve been a time when there was, but Remy had been careful to insure otherwise.

“I’m an empath.” The noble answered.

Remy nodded, now only slightly confused. While being an empath did answer their original question, it also proposed a new one: what were they doing here? Empaths were not considered of high social standing, but instead as workers, made to help lift others up and be crushed under foot if they weren’t careful. The only way an empath would be at one of the king’s parties was if they were rich beyond good reason, and Remy found those types were never charming.

Trying to put their confusion out of mind, Remy pulled on the jacket, feeling relieved almost immediately. The jacket was heavy, but not tight or restricting, and the material of it felt nice against their skin. Though there was still the lingering feel of everyone who had touched them in the last hour, it was mostly gone, blocked out by the jacket.

“You’re comfortable now. Good.” The noble observed, and Remy felt their heart rate spike, even if only for a moment. So that was their angle. Comfortable. At least it was classy.

“I suppose I am.” Remy responded, as neutrally as possible. Of course the empath would want them to be comfortable, wouldn’t want to sense any negative emotions from Remy. And if Remy had any chance of making sure they didn’t have to deal with any of said emotions, they’d have to start working on blocking them out now.

The noble nodded, and Remy was ready, ready for them to make their move, to step forward or grab Remy’s hips or angle their chin or-

“May we talk?”

Once more, Remy found their thoughts slamming to a stop, the change in course sudden and completely unpredictable. Talk? Why would the noble want to talk?

“You’re confused.” The noble pointed out unhelpfully.

“I- Why aren’t you kissing me?” Remy blurted out before they could stop themself. They knew it was rude, and in horrible form, and if the king was anywhere nearby he’d be having a fit, but for the moment Remy didn’t care. They could only hold off sickening anticipation for so long, and they just wanted this over and done with as soon as possible.

In response, the noble blinked at Remy. Once. Twice. Coughed, adjusted their glasses, looked away a moment.

“Apologies.” They said, sounding awkward. “It appears I failed to properly explain the situation to you when I first left you to find the king. I have no desire to kiss you, I merely wish to talk to you.”

“That’s not why people normally bring me out onto the balcony.”

The noble ran a hand through their long dark hair, the quick, unthinking action giving Remy the impression it was a nervous habit. “And that is part of the reason I am here. But I assure you, I only want to converse. Nothing else.”

“...It’s your money.” Remy finally said, the noble’s uncomfortableness with the whole thing convincing them that they spoke the truth. The noble simply nodded, looking relieved that that conversation was over.

“It is best we speak outside of sight of possibly prying eyes.” They said, gesturing towards one of the balcony’s corners that meant the wall of the palace. Only in pressing their faces to the glass would anyone be able to see them there. Remy made no complaint, allowing themself to be pulled over to the corner, trying to ignore how many times they had been pushed into it.

Once they were situated there, the noble standing directly in the corner and Remy in front of them with more personal space than they normally got out here but also not nearly enough, the empath spoke.

“I do not think I remembered to introduce myself earlier- I am Logan, ay-em-air pronouns, empath.” Logan told Remy, only sparking their confusion as to what ay was doing at a party for nobles even more. The breaking of the gender binary was considered informal, improper, and a peasant thing to do. All nobles were cis, or at least acted as if they were. Logan being open with air identity was just another strike against em being a proper noble, much less one invited to balls. So why was ay here?

“May I ask your name and pronouns?”

Remy frowned. “I’m Maria, the queen, I-”

“You can’t lie to an empath. Not easily, anyways.” Logan corrected, offering Remy a small smile. “Even without my magic, it’s easy to tell you weren’t at ease when the others addressed you by such terms. While I understand your inability to correct them, I assure you, you will face no consequences for being honest to me.”

Logan’s ability to seem trustworthy despite giving Remy very little concrete reason to trust em was beginning to become annoying. But it still won out in the end, and Remy found themself quietly admitting, “I prefer to go by Remy. They-them works for now.”

“Alright then, Remy,” Logan began, prompting a brief small smile from Remy, “I have a question for you.”

“Oh?”

“Do you want to leave?”

Remy tilted their head to the side, confused. “Leave where?”

“Here. The palace.”

“Surely you know I can’t do that, babe.” Remy said, biting down on their tongue hard the moment the sentence was out of their mouth. Petnames weren’t proper, they weren’t noble, and they weren’t used by royals. The king hated hearing them, and was always quick to use Remy’s slip-up as a chance to remind them they were queen by title only, that there was no royalty in their blood and never would be. The verbal reminder was easy enough to block out and ignore, but the days without food? Not so much.

Remy swallowed before continuing, trying to clean their mouth of the fresh taste of blood. “Only the king can take me off the grounds.”

“That’s not what I asked.” Logan replied evenly. “I asked if you want to leave.”

“Of course I do.” Remy said, quickly glancing back to check no one was trying to approach them, turning back towards Logan when they didn’t see anything or anyone. “But that doesn’t exactly matter. Want to or not, I have to stay in the palace.”

“You don’t have to.” Logan corrected. “I can help you escape. You can leave.”

“No offense, su- Logan, but you and what army?” Remy asked, vaguely gesturing behind Logan. “The walls surrounding the palace are enchanted, there are four guards stationed at the gate and dozens more all across the grounds, and if I’m absent too long I will be sought out. I can’t just leave because you’re escorting me.”

Logan didn’t respond to that immediately, instead looking past Remy for a moment, likely at the doors to the balcony. After a moment, ay gave air attention back to Remy as ay spoke. “I understand your desire to have more concrete facts and reasonings behind what I say, but I do not have the time to answer all your questions now. I can get you out of here, but you have to trust me, and we must leave now, before we’re out of time.”

Remy bit their lip, hesitating. “If I’m caught…”

“You won’t be.” Logan assured them. “But as I said, you have to trust me, and we must leave now. Do you want to be free again, Remy?”

The question was more than just whether or not Remy wanted to be free, they knew. It wasn’t asking if Remy wanted to be free in a vacuum, asking whether or not they preferred freedom to what was more or less enslavement. It was asking if they were willing to take a risk for freedom, if they were willing to be free at a cost, if they were willing to take their chances at freedom despite the danger. It was asking if they were willing to trust Logan.

They shouldn’t have been. No one could be trusted, not anymore.

And yet…

“Yeah.” Remy answered, letting out a shaky breath as they wrapped their arms around themself. Logan’s jacket pressing closer against their skin, reassuring Remy, if only a bit. “I’ll trust you.”

The hint of a smile flickered over Logan’s face. “Good.” Ay said, before proceeding to flip emself over the balcony railing without even glancing back first.

Remy knew ay was probably fine, the drop not being a large one, and Logan clearly being prepared for the move, but it was still sudden enough to shock Remy into pushing themself against the balcony railing, making sure ay really was okay.

Ay was- at least, Remy was fairly certain an injured person wouldn’t be so focused on adjusting air tie. Ay flattened it down against air chest before ay looked up at Remy.

“Your turn.” Ay called up, only as loud as ay needed to be. Ay also opened up air arms, clearly planning to catch Remy.

Remy just scoffed to themself and jumped to the side of em, landing firmly on the ground.

Logan looked mildly impressed, raising an eyebrow at Remy. Remy shrugged. “I’m not completely helpless.”

“Never said you were.” Logan defended, though air expression was odd in a way Remy couldn’t place. Ay only allowed for a moment of staring, however, before ay turned from Remy. “This way.”

With that, ay set off across the expansive palace yard, Remy following close behind em. They were on high alert, constantly waiting to spot one of the many wandering guards who patrolled the estate day and night, but to their surprise, none seemed to be around.

Soon enough, the two of them came to the path that connected the gate to the palace, made of glistening white pebbles and smooth marble. Remy expected Logan to lead them over the path and back into the yard, where ay would soon enough lead them to a hole in the wall or something similar. What Remy hadn’t expected, however, was for Logan to stop on the path and begin heading towards the gate.

Remy grabbed air arm before ay could make it far, hissing under their breath, “What are you doing?!”

In response, Logan offered Remy a small smile, carefully looped their arms together so as that ay wasn’t too close or touching them too much, and once more moved forward, murmuring, “Trust me,” under air breath.

Only against every logical bone in their body did Remy do so, trying to focus on not falling over as Logan led them forwards, closer and closer to what Remy was certain would be the doom and ruin of this plan.

As soon as they were close enough to be recognized, the two guards stationed on the inside of the gate drew their swords, pointing them at Logan and Remy, and Remy was fairly certain their heart rate had never been higher than in that moment.

“The queen doesn’t leave the palace grounds.” One of the guards said, as if there was some way Logan could be unaware of the fact.

“Return to the party.” The other added, brandishing their blade just a touch to reinforce the point. “Unless you’d like things to get messy.”

Once again, Remy expected Logan to respond with some sort of attack, via a blade hidden in air boot or something of the like.

Once again, Remy expected the wrong thing.

Because instead of attempting to fight the guards, or even to just turn around and head back to the party, Logan simply smiled and said in a voice that didn’t sound entirely like air own, “The king has instructed me to take the lovely queen Maria out, for reasons of his own. Would you stand against the will of the king?”

One of the guards lowered their sword as soon as Logan had finished speaking, looking abashed for having challenged em. They stepped back, indicating that they would allow the two of them to pass.

The other guard hesitated for a moment, sword lowering, but they didn’t step back. “The king’s never done anything like this before. Do you have any proof of your claims?”

“You challenge the king’s wishes?” Logan replied, which Remy thought was a horribly suspicious answer.

The other guard seemingly didn’t agree, however, looking away from Logan as they sheathed their sword and stepped back. “My apologies, my liege.”

Logan curtly nodded once at the guard before moving forwards, having to tug a bit on Remy’s arm to get them to move as well. The guards made no move to ambush them or question them as they passed through the gate, simply remaining to the side, looking away from Logan.

“How did you do that?” Remy whispered to Logan as they passed under the archway of the gate, for a moment left alone in near-darkness.

“Ask me later.” Was Logan’s only response, and a moment later they were on the other side of the gate and the wall, officially outside of the palace. It was nothing much to look at, simply a round parking lot lined with cars and carriages of varying aesthetics, the road leading back towards the rest of society, trees to the left and water to the right, but it was still breathtaking to Remy. The last time they had been outside the castle walls had been nearly a year ago, and the same walls tended to grow boring fast.

“Hey! Is that the queen?!”

Ah, right. The second set of guards. Well, freedom had been sweet while it lasted, at least.

Logan didn’t seem nearly as ready to fold, however, looking between the two new guards and the two new swords being pointed at em as if ay was looking at old friends and balloons.

“It is indeed. The king has requested she be taken outside of the palace, for purposes of her safety.” Logan said, voice smooth and almost honey-like, drawing the guards in and making Remy feel as if everything about the situation was just a bit too sweet tasting. “He wishes all guards to be relocated within the palace walls until the issue has been addressed.”

Just as with the first guard from before, these guards seemed over-eager to do as Logan had asked, nodding at em as they hurried past the two of them and inside the king’s estate. Remy turned to watch them go, and that’s when it clicked.

“You’re an illusionist.” Remy said, turning back to look at Logan, eyes wide behind their sunglasses. “I thought you said you were-”

“I’m both.” Logan answered prematurely, letting go of Remy’s arms and stepping within the circle of parked vehicles. “Pick one of these for me, would you?”

Remy gave a distracted look around before pointing at one of the carriages, one with a framework of gold and crimson red silk wrapped around it. “I didn’t think it was possible to be an empath and an illusionist.”

“It is possible.” Logan responded vaguely as ay moved towards the carriage Remy had pointed out, checking inside of it quickly before moving to stand at the back side of it. “Care to assist me?”

“With what?” Remy inquired even as they came to stand beside Logan.

“We’re going to push this into the ocean.” Logan said, gesturing air head in the direction of the water. “The ground here is packed down hard enough it won’t leave enough tracks for anyone to see. Seeing the missing carriage, the king and his guards will assume we left for the town in it.”

“Where will we actually be?”

“In the forest, on the trail to a place I know you will be safe.” Logan explained as ay put air hands on the back of the carriage. “Could you kick out the block of wood, right up there, in front of the back wheel?”

Remy did so, and the carriage lurched forwards almost immediately, albeit in the wrong direction. They moved to join Logan at the back, helping to push it in the right direction as much as they could.

It took longer than Remy would’ve liked, but soon enough they were at the edge, and the carriage was over it, smashed against the jutting side of the cliff before being swallowed by the waves below. They remained there for a moment, Remy enjoying the feel of sea spray and the smell of the ocean while Logan caught air breath.

“How can you exist?” Remy asked after a few minutes, still watching the crashing and foaming waves as they spoke. “Empaths and illusionists are opposite classes of the same magic. You can’t be both.”

“That’s just something cowards say.” Logan responded, but neither the tone nor the phrasing sat right with Remy. They glanced over, catching Logan’s gaze, and ay sighed.

“I’ve accepted the consequences of my choices. There’s no point in wondering after things that are already set in figurative stone.” Ay said, not leaving any room for follow-up questions. “The sooner we leave, the less likely it is they will catch us. Are you ready to leave, Remy?”

Remy glanced back at the palace, at the harsh stone walls that had imprisoned them, at the tops of the towers they used to wander pointlessly for hours with nothing to do, at the bright lights that had only ever given them horrible headaches.

“I’ve wanted to leave that place even before I was in it.” Remy answered, turning away from it to look at Logan. “Let’s go.”

Logan nodded before turning away from the ocean, leading Remy in the opposite direction.

And with the palace, and everyone and everything within it, behind them, Remy and Logan disappeared into the forest.

[tea-and-toblerones]

Yo Ho Ho and a Bottle of Rum | A Unison One Shot

Happy Halloween guys! This is my all time favorite holiday and since you guys are so amazing you all deserve a treat!

RATED M FOR ALL THE SMUTTY SMUT YOU LOVE SO MUCH

"Aah, I love Halloween!"                                                                                                      

I was standing in the middle of the store, ripping off the mask I had been modeling, tossing it aside in the jumbled mess of fallen apparel. We had been digging through the racks of clothes for at least an hour trying to find the perfect costume. Well I had been digging through them. Once Ed had realised that I turned into a tornado sweeping through the store, he stood back and let me do my thing. He could tell I was enjoying myself trying on random costumes, modeling them in ridiculous way. He even slipped on some crazy wigs, with me, both of us cackling at how ridiculous we look. He slipped away as I was practically swallowed by costumes.                                                                                                                                                      

"Hey, Adi, how about this one?"

                                                                                                                           He held up a simple pirate costume. The shirt was an antique cream color long, and with a square cut neckline that was low but not too low, with off the shoulder sleeves that were long and flowing, little strings around the cuffs to keep them above the hands. A brown leather corset that went over top that would settle right under my breasts and black leather pants. His other hand held the stereotypical pirate hat and a dark red bandana. I look it up and down carefully, keeping my face as expressionless as possible.                                                                                      

"That one huh?" I cock one eyebrow up, folding my arms across my chest.                                                                                                        

He looked down at it "Well, yeah, I thought you had the look...y'know...the swagger and the fierce attitude...and you like rum..." He trailed off, lowering the costume, looking slightly downtrodden. "If you don't like it I can find something else..."                                                                                                                                         

I walk over to him, putting my hand under his chin, lifting his head so he was looking me in the face. I let a smirk cross my face, scruffing his facial hair a bit as I did so. "How did you know it was my secret ambition to be a pirate?"I give him a hug, kissing him on the cheek. "I fucking love it Teddy." His face lit up, breathing a sigh of relief. I take the costume out of his hands holding it to my body for a size comparison. I should have known he'd pick the right size. "Yknow this might be the first time this scar actually comes in handy. It'll definitely add to the look."                                                                                                                                                                                       

"Do you need any boots to go with it? We can run to the shoe store if you need to."                                                                              

Bless this boy. Willing to not only go shopping for costumes, but actually suggests we go shoe shopping as well.                                               

"I've got some boots that will go perfect with it. You've done suffered enough for today."                                                                                 

"Hey, I had fun too. Besides seeing you enjoy yourself isn't suffering, love."                                                                                                                                

There was no denying I had fun. Costume shopping was the last thing we did before heading home. After Ed found out just how much I loved Halloween and fall in general, he suggested we take a day to some fall activities.  We had spent the morning stumbling our way through a corn maze, laughing hand in hand.  After we managed to find our way out, we headed to the pumpkin patch. "Adi, if you can't carry it by yourself it's too big!" The patch filled his his laughter as I struggled to haul the biggest pumpkin I could find up to the attendant. He must have resigned to the fact that he wasn't going to be able to talk me out of it and came to help me, still laughing. I found out afterwards he  had snapped a picture. The image of me with my arms around a giant pumpkin with the biggest smile on my face was his ipad background for weeks. After our pumpkin adventure we went and stocked up on candy. He stared in amazement as I chucked bag after bag of candy corn in our basket "Wait, you actually like this shit? It's like chewing a poorly flavored candle." I pouted, tossing in a couple bags of gummies in  when he wasn't looking so he'd have something to enjoy as well.                                                                                                                                  

We made it back to my apartment and started unloading our day's haul. I grabbed all the bags, while Ed wrestled with the pumpkin I had jokingly named Lucile. I hurried ahead of him to unlock my door so he wouldn't have to stand and wait for me to fumble for my keys. I dropped the bags beside my couch, rushing back out to help him with the large gourd. He deposits it on my kitchen table.                                                                                                                                                          

"So, you know what you're going to carve yet?"                                                                                                    

"Well, I had thought it was something we could do together so I hadn't really settled on anything yet."                                                                                                                                        

A smile crossed his face "Really? I'm not great at carving, so it might come out looking poorly and I don't want to mess it up."                                                                                                                              

 I wander over to my catch all drawer in my kitchen, digging through until I find what i'm looking for. I pull out the same kit I had used the year before and showed it to him.                                                                                

 "Stick and cut technology my dear. Makes it a lot harder to mess up. There's no way I'd be able to do it without it. I can't even draw a line."                                                                                                                          

I pass him the book, letting him flip through it as I start unpacking the bags. He chuckled at a couple of them, finally pausing at one.                                                                                                                           

"How 'bout this one?"                                                                                                                        

 He passes the book back to me.  I take it looking it over, laughing. He had to have picked the most complicated one in the book, a creepy looking demon face. It was the one I was planning on doing the year before but ended up picking a castle with bats instead.                                                                        

"For someone who was worried about messing it up, you picked the hardest one out of all them."                                                  

"Didn't you say you liked a challenge?" That eyebrow coming up.                                                                                                                 

We spent the afternoon elbow deep in pumpkin guts. I had let Ed do majority of the actual carving. His face was a perfect display of sexy concentration. His brow furroughed, his tongue just peaking out from between those gorgeous lips. I had gathered all the seeds, rinsed them off, baked them and were currently cooling on the stovetop. I had put in Silent Hill to watch as we worked. That's when I found out Ed was not a fan of the horror genre.                                                                                                                                                           "Jesus fuck, those things came out of nowhere! Movies are supposed to be relaxing. How can I enjoy myself when I'm constantly on edge wondering when the nex- oh fucking hell!"                                                              

Once the movie was finished, our freshly carved pumpkin flickering on my countertop,  and a big dent taken out of our candy supply, I decide to try on my costume. The party wasn't until next friday but I wanted to make sure I didn't have to return it for whatever reason. Ed had decided to sit this party out, not wanting to cause a scene at my place of work. I slip the shirt on, adjusting  the top of it until it fit the way I wanted. I added the corset, luckily it was just a zip on, not an actual corset so I could handle it on my own. The pants fit perfectly, almost like a second skin. I turn in the mirror, looking myself over. Damn, he sure picked a great costume. I add my knee high stilleto boots, bandana and hat before walking out into the living room.                                                                                                                      

 "Well, what do you think of your choice?"                                                                                                                 

 Ed's mouth fell open slightly. His eyes traveled over my body, gleaming with lust. I did a little twirl to show off the ensemble. By the time I had turned back in his direction he had closed the distance between us. His tongue running over those gorgeous pink lips. "Give me your booty, matey" His voice low and sultry. His hands came up, squeezing my ass. A lascivious grin spreading across his face as he did so. "You look so fucking sexy."                                                                                                                                                                                   

His mouth came to mine in an hungry wanton way. I pressed myself into him, revelling in the hardness that I could feel pressing against my hips. He tore his lips from mine, moving down to my neck. His tongue gliding across my skin, soft as silk, paired with the roughness of his facial hair was almost a sensory overload. His teeth made contact with my neck, pulling my sensitive skin into his mouth. I moan angling my head back so he had better access. He answered with hot, wet kisses, trailing from my pulse to my collarbone.  I thread my hands through those luscious lock as he worked his way down.                                                                                                                                       

"Oh fuck me..."                                                                                                                           

I felt his hands come back to my ass, this time lifting me up. I quickly wrap my legs around him. His mouth on mine again, more frantic than before. I could feel his need flowing into me, only adding fuel to the fire that was already raging within me. His fingers digging into my ass as he walked us toward my bedroom. The bed was suddenly at my back, his frame was hovering over me, placing more kisses on my neck.  He tossed his glasses aside, clattering against the floor. His knee came up between my legs, spreading them slightly apart. His fingers coming down rubbing me outside my pants, causing me to moan and push myself against his hand, which only made him tease me more. I reach up and run my hands under the dark blue sweater he was wearing, savoring the feel of his chest, noticing that his skin was even hotter than my own. He grabbed the sweater, yanking it over his head, throwing it aside.  He ripped my corset open in one quick fluid motion, yet careful enough not to damage it. I shrug my way out of it, shoving it off to the side. He pulled my shirt up over my head, unclasped my bra taking a moment to marvel over my naked torso before finding my mouth once again.                                                                                                                     

 I unbuckle his belt, unbutton his pants and push them down. He kicks them off, I hear the dull thud of the belt hitting the floor. He mouth moves from my own, to my neck, pausing only when he reaches my breasts. He takes my left nipple in his mouth, while teasing the right with his fingers. The combination of the hot wetness of his mouth and the gentle bite causes my back to arch. He switches to the right, doing the same thing. His tongue flicking, his mouth sucking, teeth grazing, it was all so much that I hadn't noticed his hand had left my nipple until it slid under my panties, his fingers tracing my slit.                                                                                                                             

"Mmm, already so fucking wet, you're almost dripping for me." He dipped a finger inside, causing me to moan even louder. "That's my girl, your moans drive me wild." He slid another finger into me.                                                                                                                                            

"Ah, fucking, yes, Teddy, fuck"                                                                                                                           

He nipped and sucked his way down my body, all while finger fucking me into oblivion. I roll my hips into his hand, helping him hit the right spots. When his mouth reached the top of my pants he withdrew his fingers to untie them.  I raise my hips off the bed to make it easier for him to pull them down. He realised I'm still wearing my boots so he yanks them off, throwing them off somewhere towards my closet. My pants and my already soaked through panties were next, flung to some far off corner of my room.  He looked down on me, his gaze almost primal.                                                                                                                    

"Fucking hell, you are a vision, laid out on display, just for me. I can't get a fucking enough."                                                            

He throws my legs over his shoulders, biting his way up my thighs. His tongue pressing against my opening, causing me to whimper in anticipation. My body stiffening when he drug his tongue slowly through the slickness that had gathered. I moan loudly once his tongue flicks across my clit. As he suckled and massaged it with his tonuge, I began gyrating my hips, essentially fucking his face. I could feel his fingers digging into my flesh of my thighs as he pulled me even closer. I could feel my release nearing, I grab ahold of his hair, my hips moving faster, his mouth moving at a faster pace to help me along.                                                                             

 It hit me like a bolt of lightening, the warmth rushing through my body, my walls spasming, my cry's filling the room. His tongue flicking over me a couple more times, causing me to jump due to over stimulation before he raised his head.                                                                                                                                    

"I'm no where near done with you yet." He growled, a fire burning behind those bright blue eyes.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 

He slid his boxers off, lining his cock up with my opening. The head running through my wetness, slowly, tantalizingly slow. His eyes locked with mine, his expression so sexy it had to be sinful. His lips curling in a lewd smirk as he watched my need for him grow. Jumping every time his head brushed against my bundle of nerves. Finally I can't take it anymore.                                                                                                                                        

 "Teddy, Teddy, Please I need you."                                                                                                                                   

That was all he needed to hear. I felt the familiar burn as he entered me.  He went slowly for the first stroke or two before his speed intensified  His thrusts weren't the normal controlled ones I was used to. These were faster, more frenzied and rougher than they normally were. I quickly match his pace and rhythm, my hands gripping his shoulders. His eyes were closed, his hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, the sounds coming from him were so so sexy and so deliciously sinful.                                                                                                                                                              

"God, I love fucking your pussy. It's so fucking tight and so wet, fuck you're always wet for me."                                                                                                                                              

I had never seen him in this state. He was usually so controlled and caring but this was different. It was like he had given over to his basic need and it was fucking hot. He had quickly brought me right back to the edge again. His head dipped back down to my neck, biting harder this time, chuckling when I cried his name out, my cries for more spurring him on even more. My hands grabbing his perfect ass,  my nails sinking into it. His eyes were still squeezed closed, those primal grunts still spilling out of his mouth, along with the occasional swear.                                                             

"God, I'm so close Teddy."                                                                                                                     

He must have known, I could feel my walls tightening around him in mini spasms. His thumb came down, pressing down on my clit. Slowly he moved his thumb side to side, maintaining the same steady pressure. Stars exploding in my vision as I came, the fire flowing through my veins. The swears that stumbled out of his mouth spurred me farther along. His free hand tangled in my hair. He thrusts a couple more times, chasing his release. I feel his cock twitch within me and a look of panic flash across his face, pulling out last minute, spilling his seed on my stomach and bed.                                                                                                                                                                     

"Oh fuck, I'm so sorry Adi, I got carried away. Are you okay? I didn't hurt you did I?"                                                                               

There was the Teddy I knew. The concern behind his eyes, his hand coming up to brush the wisps of hair that had stuck to my sweat covered forehead.  He collapsed down beside me, our breathing still elevated. Since I already had to wash my sheets, I snag my sheet and use to to wipe off my stomach, balling it up and kicking it off the bed. I turn my body towards him pressing my lips against his forehead. His arm came around me pulling me closer to him. I rest my head on his chest, taking in the sound of his frantic heartbeat, savoring the fact that I was the cause of it.                                                                                                                                                                            

 "That was amazing Teddy and no, I'm fine. I promise." I stick my pinky out, causing him to laugh, wrapping his own around mine. My hand tracing the outline of his tattooes.  We lay in silence for a few minutes until Ed finally broke it                                                                                                                                  

"So I have to ask, why is it your secret ambition to be a pirate?"                                                                                          

 "Well, lots of reasons, but mostly the freedom that comes with it. Not having to follow anyone's orders. Life on the open sea. Waking up everyday to the fresh salt air. Going where you want, when you want. Plus drinking rum under the night sky? Who wouldn't want that?"                                                                 

He laughed "You're really something, you know that? I can't wait to discover what other dreams you have, love. "