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A picture of a title card for the story. It says, "A Spoonful of Courage," in blue, in a fun, flowy font. It also says, "An OFMD AU, Written by MegOFMD, for OFMD Disney Week, Day 3: Theme Parks. The background is a faded, stylized image of the Disneyland castle, with the statue of Walt and Mickey visible in front of the castle.

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Ed feels an unexpected lightness as he strides through the theme park's backstage area. It’s late winter in Southern California, the kind of season where the air holds a hint of crispness but promises warmer days just ahead. The sky is a bright, endless blue, and today, he’s shed his usual leather jacket, letting the mild breeze brush his arms. For once, he’s ahead of schedule, a rare feat that has Izzy’s typically pinched expression softening—though only slightly. Punctuality is the height of Izzy’s standards, while Ed leans toward an easygoing disregard for the clock. After all, this job is just a paycheck until university is behind him and he’s working as a professor.

They step into the dimly lit Utilidor locker room, where the hum of fluorescent lights and the faint scent of cleaning supplies greet them. Ed drops his satchel with a thud, the metallic clang of the zipper pulls echoing in the narrow space. He shoots a glance at Izzy, who’s meticulously tucking his own belongings into his locker, movements precise as ever, but his expression is one of annoyance.

“You know, they call it the happiest place on Earth for a reason, Iz?” Ed’s voice carries a teasing lilt as he slams his locker door shut with a grin. “You can’t go around looking that grumpy all the time. They’ll fire you, mate.”

Izzy spins around, his eyes narrowing into dark slits that could cut steel. “I literally play Grumpy,” he replies, deadpan, the words laced with the kind of exasperation that only Ed can summon from him. “I think they’ll allow it.”

Ed bites the inside of his cheek, fighting back the laugh that threatens to break free. Riling up Izzy is a sport, one he never tires of, especially when it comes to his job. He hates playing characters, but he’s… surprisingly good at it. The kids love him, for some reason Ed can’t explain. 

Once they're dressed in their uniforms, Ed and Izzy part ways. Izzy heads toward the character staging area, shoulders squared and determined, if still a bit annoyed by Ed's remarks. Ed, meanwhile, starts toward The Jungle Cruise, where he plays the role of a skipper, piloting the boats through the jungle. As he reaches the tunnel leading to Adventureland, he slows down. The sunlit day outside is too inviting to ignore, and the idea of taking the dull, concrete passage makes him groan inwardly. He has a bit of extra time—what harm could a stroll through the park do?

With a grin that hints at mischief, Ed steps out of the gate onto Main Street, relishing the warmth of the sun on his skin. He knows he shouldn’t be here, but he walks tall, as though he belongs. Confidence, he reasons, is key. The moment you look guilty, you might as well be.

Sticking to the right side of the street, Ed glances briefly up at the window above the firehouse. Walt Disney himself still spends time there, despite the park having been open for seven years now. Ed’s pulse quickens slightly, but he pushes on, blending into the bustling crowd. Once he's passed The Emporium, he crosses to the left, skirting close to the storefronts, trying not to stand out.

As he nears the Candy Palace, the sugary scent of caramel floods his senses, and he stops dead. It’s more than a smell; it’s a magnetic pull. He takes a few steps closer, peering through the glass-paneled window to catch a glimpse of the confectioners inside. What he finds inside isn’t just the source of the mouthwatering smell but something, or rather someone, that takes his breath away.

A young man, focused on his work, moves with practiced ease behind the counter. Beneath his cap, a few strands of wavy, golden-blonde hair catch the light. His smile, warm and genuine as he looks at a couple kids watching him, deepens a dimple that tugs at something deep in Ed. Hazel eyes turn back to his work, staying trained on the task at hand, and Ed’s gaze tracks the subtle flex of freckled arms as the man handles the candy.

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A drawing of Ed, leaning against the window frame, watching Stede work in the window of the Candy Palace. Stede's outfit is described above, and he has a slight smile on his face, looking down at his work. There is a blush on his cheeks. Ed is wearing his skipper uniform of a straw hat, and grayish-cream shirt tucked into pants of the same color. He's standing casually, but very clearly looking at Stede. He's seen from behind.

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Ed stands frozen for a moment, a surprised smile forming on his lips. The day has taken an unexpectedly interesting turn. He thinks he could stand here for hours watching the handsome young man in the window.

It’s as if a trance settles over Ed, holding him in place as he watches the man behind the glass. The guy’s smile fades into a look of deep concentration, brows knitting as he carefully spreads caramel over a tray. Ed thinks it might be the cutest thing he’s ever seen, the way the man bite his lip in concentration, and it makes his heart skip.

Ed’s eyes drop to the name tag pinned to the confectioner’s apron, and he mouths the name softly, testing how it feels on his lips. “Stede.” The sound rolls out quietly, a private little secret.

The spell breaks when Ed glances down at his watch, a sudden jolt of realization hitting him. He’s been standing there too long—long enough that he’s now late. A sharp twist of panic grips his stomach, and he risks one last look at Stede, still unaware of his captivated audience. Ed sighs, the moment already slipping away, before turning on his heel and sprinting toward The Jungle Cruise.

As he weaves through the guests, his mind races as fast as his feet. He’ll need to make up for lost time, but at least Fang and Ivan are on line duty today. A small, relieved grin crosses his face. Those two wouldn’t dream of ratting him out, not even for showing up a little late with a flustered flush still on his cheeks.

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The rest of the week passes, and Ed takes the same route to the ride every day, stopping by the Candy Palace to watch Stede work in the window. He can’t help it. He’s smitten, and he’s trying to work up the courage to actually go in to talk to the guy. He’d first thought Stede had no interest in him, so he just watched quietly. But it starts to become apparent that maybe the guy noticed Ed watching him more than he’d let on the first couple days.

By day three, Ed notices a small smile appear on Stede’s face the moment he steps in front of the window, but his concentration remains on his work before him, so Ed can’t be too sure the smile is for him. By day four, Ed notices the smile again, the moment he shows up, and this time it’s accompanied by a blush that spreads across his cheeks and neck, and Ed can’t help but feel his own face heat in response. That blush has to be for him, right?

The rest of the week unfolds in a pattern Ed can’t seem to break. Each day, he takes the same detour past the Candy Palace, lingering just long enough to watch Stede through the window. It’s become a routine—one he looks forward to more than he’d ever admit. The way Stede works, so focused and graceful, has Ed more smitten with each passing glance. At first, he tells himself it’s harmless, just a bit of admiration from afar. He convinces himself that Stede hasn’t even noticed him, so he keeps his distance, content with the brief moments that make his day a little brighter.

But by the third day, something shifts. As Ed takes his usual spot outside the window, he catches the faintest hint of a smile tugging at Stede’s lips. The blonde doesn’t break his focus, eyes trained on the caramel he’s spreading with expert precision, but Ed’s heart jumps at the possibility that the smile might be for him. It’s enough to send a rush of warmth through him, but he tamps it down, telling himself not to read too much into it.

Day four, however, leaves little room for doubt. Ed approaches the window, and there it is again—a smile, this time unmistakably paired with a soft blush that spreads across Stede’s cheeks and trails down his neck. The sight makes Ed’s breath catch, his pulse thudding in his ears. The thought that Stede’s reaction might be for him has his own face heating up in response, an involuntary grin spreading across his lips.

He bites down on the rush of giddiness, hands jammed into his pockets as he struggles to play it cool. That blush, the way it blooms just as Ed arrives, has to mean something. And for the first time all week, Ed feels the flicker of confidence he’s been searching for. Maybe tomorrow, he’ll finally find the nerve to step inside.

By the time Sunday rolls around, Ed’s confidence feels like it’s taken a nosedive. The surge of assurance he’d built up over the past few days seems to have evaporated overnight. When he parts ways with Izzy and heads for Main Street, the anticipation knots in his stomach, and he falters. His feet veer toward the tunnel leading to The Jungle Cruise, and he mentally curses himself for not stopping at the Candy Palace. The decision weighs on him all day, gnawing at the back of his mind like an unfinished thought.

By the time his lunch break rolls around, Ed can’t stand the regret. He has a full hour, and he’s determined not to waste it. He heads back toward Main Street, heart thudding with the hope that he’ll catch a glimpse of Stede. As he rounds the corner and approaches the window, his pulse quickens, only to stutter when he doesn’t see Stede behind the glass. Instead, a tall, slender young man with velvety brown skin and a neatly trimmed black goatee works at the counter, expertly dipping apples into glossy caramel. Panic flares in Ed’s chest. Had he missed Stede? Or worse, what if he quit?

Way to spiral, Ed, he thinks, rolling his eyes...

But then he catches sight of a familiar figure on the other side of the shop. Stede is there, reaching up to help a customer retrieve something from a high shelf. The tension in Ed’s shoulders melts away, replaced by a warm rush of relief that nearly makes him laugh out loud.

He takes a deep breath, steadying himself, and the corners of his mouth tug upward as he watches Stede’s easy smile and graceful movements. This time, he’s not going to let the moment pass him by.

Ed removes his straw hat as he steps into the shop, holding it behind his back as he makes his way toward Stede, who’s busy helping another guest. His heart thuds so loudly in his chest, he’s half convinced everyone around can hear it. What the hell is he supposed to say?

The moment Stede turns around, their eyes meet. Surprise flashes across Stede’s face, and a rosy blush blooms on his cheeks. The sight makes Ed’s pulse stutter, and any semblance of a plan he had vanishes.

“Um, hi,” Ed manages, pulling one hand from behind his back to give an awkward wave. The movement feels clumsy, unnatural, and he silently berates himself. Where’s the usual cool, confident Ed now? If Izzy were watching, he’d be doubled over with laughter. The thought makes Ed’s jaw clench. Why is he even thinking about Izzy’s reaction at a time like this? He should be focused on the ridiculously attractive man standing just inches from him, looking up with wide, curious eyes.

“Hello,” Stede replies, voice soft and a little breathless. He shifts on his feet, looking at Ed expectantly, a smile beginning to curl the corners of his lips.

Fucking say something, mate, Ed thinks desperately. Before he can rein himself in, words tumble out of his mouth, surprising even him.

“Nice shirt. I mean, really nice,” he blurts, his gaze darting awkwardly to the bright yellow shirt beneath Stede’s white apron, clearly off target but too far gone to correct himself. Literally every other employee in the place is wearing the same thing… “Looks, um… real soft.”

Stede’s eyebrows lift, and a smile blooms across his face, eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and interest. “Thank you,” he says, his accent unmistakably Kiwi. Ed’s brows raise in surprise, momentarily thrown by that surprising discovery. “It isn’t particularly soft, and honestly, I think it would look better in teal. I tried to get a petition going for a suggestion box, but no one else seemed interested. Apparently, fashion is not high on the list of priorities around here. Is it too much to ask to look good while we work?”

Ed’s chest tightens at how endearing Stede’s rambling is. The man is all charm and awkward energy, and Ed finds himself soaking in every word. But then Stede’s expression shifts, a hint of panic crossing his features as he realizes he’s been monologuing.

“Oh my goodness, I’m rambling again, aren’t I?” Stede’s blush deepens, spreading across his face. The way he ducks his head slightly, embarrassed, makes Ed’s heart flip. “I’m so sorry. My name’s Stede,” he adds, extending a hand.

Ed takes it, the warmth seeping into his skin and sending a shiver up his arm. “Ed,” he replies with a grin that feels genuine, if not a touch shy. “It’s nice to meet you.”

They stand there, hands still clasped, eyes locked in a silent exchange that stretches just a beat too long. Ed is the first to pull away, the reluctance evident, fingers tingling from the contact.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, too,” Stede says, smile broadening, eyes glistening with an openness that Ed can’t help but find irresistible. “And another Kiwi! I’ve never met someone else from home here before.”

Before Ed can reply, a voice from behind the counter calls out, “Stede! Boss says take your lunch!” The accent is British, and Ed turns to see a young man with brown hair and fair skin giving Stede a playful wink he clearly hadn’t meant Ed to catch. His eyes dart nervously as they meet Ed’s gaze, and a wide-eyed look of surprise and embarrassment spreads across his face.

Ed’s thoughts spin. Had Stede been talking about him to his coworkers? Did they know about the “guy at the window”? Was this some unspoken cue, a chance for Stede to spend his lunch break with him?

Ed swallows, a sudden rush of excitement and nerves coiling in his chest as he turns back to Stede, who looks as flustered as Ed feels.

“Are you on your lunch break?” Stede asks, his tone hopeful, and Ed nods.

“Yep, sure am,” he replies, feeling the warmth rush to his cheeks. Before he can second-guess himself, he adds, “Would you like to eat with me?” Pride blooms in his chest at finally managing to sound casual. Took him long enough.

“Sounds great!” Stede’s voice comes out a little too eager, and Ed’s heart does a flip. Maybe, just maybe, Stede is as smitten as he is.

They head toward the staff food court, walking side by side in a silence that feels charged, the kind that makes Ed’s nerves spike all over again. He struggles to come up with something to say, anything to break the quiet, but words elude him. Why does finding his voice suddenly feel impossible around this man?

When they reach the cafeteria, the buzz of conversation and clatter of trays fills the space. It’s busier than Ed expected, the tables packed with employees grabbing a quick meal between shifts. He turns to Stede with a suggestion. “Can I grab you some food while you find us a table?”

Stede’s smile returns, the one that makes Ed’s pulse quicken. It’s bright and genuine, and Ed can’t help but smile back. “Sure, that sounds perfect,” Stede agrees, nodding.

“What do you like?” Ed asks, feeling the need to make it right, to pick something Stede will love.

A playful, crooked smile spreads across Stede’s lips, and it does things to Ed that he’s not ready to admit. “Surprise me,” Stede says, and the mischievous glint in his eyes sends a rush of excitement coursing through Ed’s veins.

Ed’s grin widens, and as he turns to head for the food line, he realizes he’s never felt this kind of fluttering anticipation before. This lunch break is already turning out to be the highlight of his week, and he hasn’t even sat down yet.

Ed’s mind races as he surveys the cafeteria options, trying to guess what Stede might enjoy. Panic gnaws at him—what if Stede’s allergic to something? What if he’s vegetarian? He really should have asked before confidently heading off to his doom… The last thing he wants is to ruin their first meal together.

He replays their brief interactions in his mind, picking apart every detail. Stede’s enthusiasm for fashion makes Ed think he might appreciate the finer things. The cafeteria isn’t exactly a gourmet restaurant, but it does have a decent French onion soup. If Stede is vegetarian, at least Ed wouldn’t be completely off the mark.

When he spots that today’s pairing includes a croque monsieur, he feels a flicker of hope. It’s a simple but elevated choice, and it feels right. He grabs two steaming cups of soup and a couple of sandwiches, placing them carefully on the tray. His eyes fall on the dessert section, and on a whim, he adds a slice of orange cake, picking up two forks. The thought of sharing dessert with Stede sends a rush of warmth through him, a touch of giddiness he hasn’t felt in a long time.

Balancing the tray, Ed weaves back through the bustling cafeteria, searching for Stede’s familiar blonde head. When he spots him at a small table near the window, already waiting with that bright, slightly nervous smile, Ed’s own smile widens. 

When Ed sets the tray down on the table between them, he can’t help the warmth that spreads through his chest as Stede’s eyes light up at the sight of the food.

“Okay, how could you have possibly known that French onion soup is my absolute favorite?” Stede asks, taking the cup of soup and one of the sandwiches with an almost childlike excitement.

“Is it?” Ed replies, fighting to keep his grin in check. “That was just a lucky guess.”

“Well, their French onion is surprisingly delicious,” Stede says, his eyes sparkling as he leans over the cup. “I only wish it was served in a tureen, just like my grandmother used to serve it at Christmas. Really sets the mood, I think.”

Ed almost laughs out loud at the sheer absurdity of it. A tureen, here in the staff cafeteria? Stede's a lunatic, and he loves it. If that suggestion box had taken off, he’s pretty sure Stede would be campaigning for chandeliers to replace the harsh fluorescent lights. And Ed can’t lie—it’d be a sight he wouldn’t mind seeing.

“Oh my, I’m so sorry,” Stede says, cheeks flushing a deep red. Ed’s heart lurches at the sight. He hates that Stede feels embarrassed, but damn if that blush doesn’t send a thrill through him. “Talking about tureens… I must sound ridiculous.”

“No, not at all,” Ed says, voice warm and sincere. “I think a tureen sounds like a fantastic idea.”

Stede shakes his head, the smile still playing on his lips as he waves a dismissive hand. “You don’t need to humor me.”

“I’m not,” Ed insists, leaning forward slightly. “I mean, imagine it—a tureen, some chandeliers, a little music… this place could use a bit of charm.” He shrugs, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “I think you’re onto something, Stede.”

“Chandeliers,” Stede replies, looking around the stark space. “Yes, I love that idea. And maybe some velvet drapes around the windows?” 

“Sounds perfect,” Ed laughs, leaning back in his seat, taking a casual stance as he watches Stede closely. He could watch him forever, he thinks.

Stede’s eyes widen, joining in with Ed’s laughter, the sound rich and genuine. The tension between them eases, replaced by a warmth that spreads through Ed as they share their first meal together. The world outside the cafeteria blurs, leaving just the two of them, and Ed feels more excited about the prospect of the man before him than he ever has about anyone else before. 

Lunch flows with an ease that surprises Ed, each moment peeling back more layers of who Stede is. He learns that Stede, too, is in college, pursuing a double major in business and art. Stede’s eyes light up when he talks about his dream of becoming an animator for Disney, though there’s a shadow of doubt when he mentions that his father has other plans for him. The idea of a life spent buried in the corporate world, taking over the family business, looms over him like a cloud.

“Follow your dreams,” Ed says, leaning forward, his voice sincere. The thought of Stede’s bright, creative spirit trapped behind a desk makes his chest ache. “The world could use more of what you’ve got.”

Stede’s eyes meet Ed’s, a flicker of hope mingled with surprise in their depths, and for a moment, the noise of the cafeteria fades to nothing.

Ed shares his own ambitions, talking about his dream to become a professor and how an inspiring high school English teacher had set him on that path. The conversation shifts seamlessly between dreams, doubts, and laughter, and before Ed knows it, the hour has slipped away.

When they reach the Candy Palace, Ed feels a wave of nerves wash over him. The easy flow of their conversation is suddenly replaced by an awkward silence, and he’s acutely aware of how much he doesn’t want this moment to end. He wants to ask Stede out—somewhere outside of work, somewhere they can sit without the looming clock. But the words die in his throat, choked by a fear he hasn’t felt in years. What if Stede says no?

“I guess I’ll see you around?” he manages, the casualness of it biting into him with regret the moment the words are out.

Stede’s smile falters for just a second, a flicker of disappointment that makes Ed’s heart clench. Before Ed can fix it, the moment slips away, and he watches Stede nod and turn back to the shop, the brightness of their shared time already dimming.

Ed curses himself all the way back to The Jungle Cruise, the echo of What’s wrong with you? rattling in his mind. He feels stupid, more so than ever, and the regret gnaws at him with every step. How could he let that chance pass him by?

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The next time Ed finds himself in front of the Candy Palace, Stede is at his usual spot in the window, carefully working with the candy in front of him. Ed raises a hand in a wave, letting a warm smile spread across his face. When Stede looks up, there’s that familiar flush on his cheeks as he returns the wave with a shy smile. But something about his posture is different—more guarded, a little less open than before. Ed feels his confidence waver, the plan to go inside and fix what he’s left hanging suddenly feeling like a monumental task.

Still, he pushes himself forward, reminding himself that even just getting to know Stede better is a step forward. Maybe if he builds a more comfortable rapport, asking him out won’t feel so daunting.

He walks in, the scent of caramel and sugar enveloping him, and approaches the counter where Stede is now making toffee, his hands working with practiced ease. Ed takes a breath and clears his throat, aiming for cheerfulness despite the nervous fluttering in his chest.

“Morning,” Ed greets, his voice brighter than he feels.

Stede glances up, catching Ed’s eye, and Ed feels that familiar thrill shoot down his spine. Those hazel eyes have the power to undo him. “Morning,” Stede replies, his smile lingering just a bit before he looks back at his task, focusing on the bubbling mixture in front of him.

“Did you have a nice couple of days off?” Ed asks, immediately berating himself for the banal question. He could have asked anything more interesting, but it’s out there now.

Stede’s smile softens, and he nods. “I did. Though it was mostly filled with classes, but I like school. Or at least the art side of my classes,” he adds, a wistful look crossing his features as he spreads the toffee evenly.

Ed watches him, absorbing the subtle shift in Stede’s expression as he talks about his studies. There’s a glimmer of passion in his eyes, and Ed finds himself leaning in slightly, wanting to keep the conversation moving, to coax out more of that enthusiasm.

“That makes sense,” Ed says, hoping to draw him out more. “You seem like someone who’d be great at anything creative."

Stede’s eyes flick up again, a hint of surprise there before they soften. “Thank you, Ed,” he replies, voice gentle. “That means a lot. My parents were never exactly…approving of my creativity. They always said it was a waste of time better spent on more productive activities.”

The air between them feels less guarded now, and Ed feels the tiniest flicker of hope, despite the sadness he feels surrounding Stede’s obviously strained relationship with his parents, and the fear of rejection still weighing him down. But maybe he’s not as far off track as he’d worried he was.

“Hey, would you like to have lunch with me again?” Ed asks, feeling his stomach flip as soon as the question escapes his lips. It’s not the date outside of work that he’s been wanting, but it’s a chance to spend more time with Stede, to get to know him better, and see where this could lead. “I really enjoyed our lunch on Sunday.”

“Yes,” Stede says, his voice barely above a breath as a smile spreads across his face, bright and sincere. “I’d like that.”

“Great!” Ed replies, catching movement in his peripheral vision. The same coworker from last weekend is watching them, eyes flicking between Stede and Ed with an intensity Ed can’t ignore. The familiar twist of self-consciousness knots in his chest. Why is he watching so closely? Was Ed’s first instinct right—was he trying to play matchmaker? Or was he annoyed that Stede was chatting on the job, and Ed’s presence was causing a distraction? The thought of accidentally getting Stede into trouble sends a jolt of worry through him. And if Ed’s being there is a problem, it could spell trouble for him, too. He can’t afford to lose this job.

“Okay, well, is two o’clock good for you?” Ed asks, the eagerness to escape the spotlight creeping into his voice.

“Two is perfect,” Stede replies, his smile still unwavering. “I’ll see you then.”

Ed nods, turning on his heel and heading back out into the bustle of Main Street. The moment he steps outside, a lightness fills him, as if a weight has been lifted. He can’t help but smile, counting down the minutes to two o’clock. The hours ahead suddenly feel far too long, and he knows one thing for sure: two o’clock can’t come fast enough.

Their lunch “date” begins in much the same way the last one had, only this time, Stede is the one to pick up the food, leaving Ed to snag the familiar table by the window. The rain patters softly against the glass, casting a cozy ambiance over the cafeteria. Ed isn’t particularly thrilled at the idea of working in the rain later, but for now, the gentle rhythm adds a touch of intimacy to the moment.

When Stede returns, he sets the tray down carefully, revealing Swedish meatballs with a side of mashed potatoes, and for dessert, a slice of pineapple upside-down cake. The anticipation in Stede’s eyes is unmistakable, and Ed’s heart warms at the thought that Stede wants to impress him just as much as he’d wanted to before.

“Oh, this looks amazing,” Ed says, taking one of the plates and breathing in the rich aroma. “Smells wonderful, too.”

“I did well?” Stede asks, leaning forward slightly, eyes bright with hope.

“Very well,” Ed replies with a grin, taking a bite of the meatball. The flavors hit perfectly, warm and savory, and he can’t help the small, satisfied moan that escapes him. “Fuck, yes, that’s… that’s really good.” The reaction is unfiltered, and he knows it might come across as a little suggestive, but he doesn’t care. Especially when he catches the way Stede’s cheeks flush a deeper pink, his smile turning a bit shy, like he’s not sure whether to look away or lean into the moment.

The rain taps against the glass, unnoticed as they share conversation and laughter, the space between them closing with each bite and each passing second. Ed’s nerves from before feel far away, replaced with a warm sense of ease and excitement. The worries about trudging back to work in the rain seem insignificant now; he knows that thoughts of Stede will carry him through the rest of the day.

Time passes unnoticed, each moment stretching and yet feeling fleeting at the same time. It feels so natural, sitting there with Stede, and Ed can’t remember the last time he felt this at ease with someone. But too soon, reality intrudes as the minute hand on the clock inches forward, signaling the end of their break.

Ed’s heart sinks as the spell of their lunch date breaks. The noise of the cafeteria and the patter of rain that had faded to the background suddenly rush back in, reminding him that work waits. He looks up at Stede, who is gathering their empty plates with a wistful expression.

“Back to it, I guess,” Stede says softly, his smile still lingering but tinged with reluctance.

“Yeah,” Ed replies, standing up and feeling the pull of wanting to stay just a little longer. “But… this was great. Really great.”

“It was,” Stede agrees, eyes locking with Ed’s for a brief, electric moment that makes Ed’s pulse quicken.

When they return to the candy shop, Ed lingers for a moment longer than necessary, watching Stede with a mix of longing and hesitation. After their final goodbyes, he waves from outside the window, and Stede waves back, his smile warm and open. The sight makes Ed’s chest ache; he’s so endearingly sweet, and it takes everything in Ed not to pull him into a hug or finally gather the courage to ask him out. But the fear gnaws at him—fear of rejection, fear of losing what they’ve started. If Stede didn’t share his feelings, Ed isn’t sure how he’d cope with the letdown.

And then there’s Lucius. The guy with the keen eyes and quick glances, who always seems to be watching when Ed comes around. The memory of Lucius’ assessing stare when they'd come in today tugs at Ed’s confidence, twisting it into something uncomfortable. What if Lucius is interested in Stede, too? The thought sends a white-hot flare of jealousy shooting through Ed, so strong that he nearly pivots on the spot to ask Stede out just to stake his claim.

But the clock is ticking, and Ed is already a couple of minutes late. His job—one he desperately needs—keeps him rooted in place, no matter how much his heart screams to turn around. Not to mention, the idea of claiming Stede, like he’s a possession doesn't sit well with him, either. With a frustrated sigh, he forces himself to keep moving, walking away from the candy shop with a heaviness that settles in his gut and the irrational urge to march straight into HR and demand a transfer to the candy store.

Ed shakes his head as the rain begins coming down even harder, the cool drops splattering against his face, soaking into his clothes and weighing him down. He knows he’ll be back, no matter how much uncertainty gnaws at him. And next time, he promises himself, he’ll try to silence the fear and take the risk.

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The next morning, Ed makes a beeline for the Candy Palace, his nerves tangled with anticipation. He finds Stede already working in the window, his focus shifting and softening the moment he sees Ed approach. The warm smile that spreads across Stede’s face eases some of Ed’s anxiety, and he clears his throat, summoning his confidence.

“Hey, would you like to grab lunch again today?” Ed asks, trying to sound casual, even as his pulse pounds in his ears.

Stede’s smile brightens, and Ed feels a rush of relief and excitement wash over him. “I’d love to,” Stede replies, fingers brushing lightly across Ed’s arm as he speaks. The touch is fleeting but sends a jolt of warmth through Ed that lingers long after. He’s so caught up in the moment that it takes him a second to notice the familiar, sharp gaze trained on them.

Lucius is watching, his expression unreadable but intense. The flare of jealousy ignites again in Ed’s chest, sharp and insistent. If he weren’t still gripped by the fear of rejection, he’d ask Stede out on a real date right here and now, just to rub it in. But that voice of doubt holds him back, whispering that he’s not ready to risk what they have.

“See you later, then,” Stede says softly, the slight blush on his cheeks making Ed’s heart clench with both affection and frustration at his own hesitation.

“Yeah,” Ed replies, flashing a smile as he turns to leave. On his way out, he catches Lucius’s eyes narrowing, sharp and watchful. Ed meets that stare, refusing to be intimidated, and lets a smug smile tug at the corner of his lips. He winks at Lucius, a silent declaration that says, Game on.

With Stede on the line, Ed knows he has to push past the fear. Because losing this—losing him—would be worse than anything else.

When lunch rolls around, Ed practically bounds toward the Candy Palace, a smile already curving his lips at the thought of another hour spent in Stede’s company. But as he steps into the shop, the lightness he'd been feeling deflates like a popped balloon. Stede is there, talking to Lucius, who seems far too close, leaning in and laughing at something Stede said. The way Lucius’s hand flirts with the space between them sets Ed’s nerves on fire.

“Hey, ready?” Ed asks, his voice tighter than he intends as he focuses on Stede, willing himself to ignore Lucius. His ears burn with the heat of jealousy, and his pulse is a chaotic drumbeat. He just needs to get Stede away from here, away from him, so they can have the time together that Ed has been looking forward to all morning.

“Yes,” Stede replies, his smile faltering for the briefest moment as he adds, “but Lucius is going to join us, if that’s okay?”

Ed’s stomach clenches painfully. It’s definitely not okay. He should say it, should tell Stede he wants this lunch to be like a date, should take the risk that’s been gnawing at him all week. But the words catch in his throat, replaced by the numbing panic of vulnerability.

“Yeah, sure,” Ed hears himself say, the lie landing heavily between them. Internally, he curses himself, feeling the familiar frustration coiling tighter. Why can’t he just say what he wants? What is he even doing?

Lucius flashes a knowing smile as he grabs his things, and Ed feels the weight of every unspoken word crashing down on him. 

"Great!" Lucius says, threading his arm through Stede's. "Let's go!"

As they make their way to the cafeteria, Ed spirals. The lunch he’d anticipated so eagerly now feels like an uphill battle, and a part of him worries Stede might be trying to send him a message. Why else would he want Lucius to come along if not to tell Ed he's not interested in him romantically? 

When they enter the cafeteria, Ed can’t help but feel the absence of the small tradition he and Stede had started—the playful food-picking game from their past lunches. He tries not to let disappointment seep into his expression as he watches Stede pick the French onion soup again, heart lifting a little when Stede glances at him and winks as he sets the bowl down on his tray. That simple gesture makes Ed’s chest tighten, a small reassurance that Stede still values their time together, even if it might never become what Ed wishes it could be.

The table isn’t their usual spot, and Ed feels the shift in their routine like a physical weight. Stede sits across from him, but Lucius claims the seat next to Stede, far too close for Ed’s liking. The way Lucius leans in, a smug smile dancing on his lips as he drapes an arm over the back of Stede’s chair, makes Ed’s blood simmer. He knows he’s not hiding his irritation well, the tight line of his lips betraying him.

“So, Ed,” Lucius says, stretching back with a casualness that feels calculated, his eyes gleaming with something that looks suspiciously like triumph. “How long have you been working here?”

“About a year,” Ed replies, the words short and sharp. He doesn’t want to play this game, but he won’t back down either. “You?”

“Stede and I have been here for about six months,” Lucius says smoothly, tilting his head just enough to catch Ed’s eye, the smugness on his face deepening. “Before that, we were working together at Stede’s dad’s company. We go way back, Stede and I.”

Ed feels a pang of something raw and jagged twist in his gut. It’s not just annoyance now; it’s deeper, a jealousy that bites into him with every word Lucius says. The way Lucius emphasizes “ we,” and the history they share makes Ed want to grit his teeth. He forces himself to stay composed, focusing instead on the food in front of him to keep from snapping.

“Is that so?” Ed says, voice steady but cold as he meets Lucius’s gaze. He catches Stede’s eyes flicking between them, a hint of confusion in his expression. For a moment, Ed wonders if Stede can sense the undercurrent pulsing between them.

“Yeah,” Lucius continues, leaning in just a touch, fingers brushing Stede’s shoulder as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. “We’ve had quite the history together, haven’t we, Stede?”

Stede shifts slightly, a faint blush touching his cheeks as he gives a polite laugh. “I suppose so,” he says, glancing at Ed with an unreadable expression.

Ed’s pulse quickens. He needs to find a way to redirect this lunch, to get Stede’s attention back. But just then, his worst nightmare comes walking through the door.

“Edward,” Izzy’s voice cuts through the low hum of the cafeteria as he approaches the table, eyes narrowing as they dart between Ed, Stede, and Lucius. “Who… are these two?” The scrutiny in his gaze is unmistakable, sharp and calculating.

Fucking great, Ed thinks, stifling a groan. Of course Izzy would pick this moment to show up. He always has an uncanny knack for sniffing out whenever Ed is interested in someone, like a sixth sense that inevitably spells trouble. Izzy’s reactions are predictable, knowing he’ll definitely make his interest in Stede a problem, because he apparently hates the idea of Ed being happy. To Izzy, work and school are the only things worth focusing on. Anything else—any hint of a life outside of that—is, in his eyes, a waste.

“This is my friend, Stede,” Ed says, gesturing to Stede, who offers his hand with a polite smile. Izzy’s eyes flick to it but stay locked on Stede’s face, the thin line of his mouth tightening further. Ed clears his throat. “And this is his friend, Lucius.”

Izzy’s gaze shifts to Lucius, and Ed sees a flicker of... something pass through his expression—interest, curiosity, maybe even intrigue? Ed’s brows lift slightly. What is it about Lucius that seems to draw everyone in? But then a realization strikes Ed: maybe he could use this possible interest to his advantage. If Izzy’s attention is on Lucius, then it might mean less interference in Ed’s plans, less scrutiny of his feelings for Stede. And maybe he could shift Lucius's attention from Stede to Izzy. It's brilliant, he thinks, and it just might work... if Lucius finds Izzy appealing, that is.

“Pleasure,” Lucius says smoothly, leaning back and giving Izzy a once-over with a playful smirk. The corner of Izzy’s mouth twitches, almost imperceptibly, and Ed files that reaction away for later, a small sliver of hope blooming in his chest. Maybe this lunch won’t be the disaster he feared.

“So, Izzy,” Ed says, hoping to steer the conversation before Izzy can throw a wrench in it, “what’re you up to?”

Izzy’s eyes snap back to Ed, narrowing suspiciously. “Just saw you, and thought I should check in,” he replies, but his focus returns to Lucius for a heartbeat longer than usual, and Ed wonders if, for once, he might have found a distraction that could work in his favor. He doesn’t seem remotely interested in figuring out who Stede is to Ed.

“Well, I’m all good here,” Ed says, a little too casually. “Was just about to ask Lucius what made him want to work for Disney,” he adds, eyes darting toward Lucius, fishing for something—anything—he can use to his advantage.

“Oh, well, I’m an aspiring actor,” Lucius says.

Bingo. Ed couldn’t have asked for a better segue into Izzy’s interests. He lights up, slapping the table with a bit of theatrical flair. “Well, isn’t that a coincidence?” he exclaims, grinning as he swivels to face Izzy. “Izzy here wants to be a director, don’t ya, Iz?”

Izzy shoots him a glare so sharp it could pierce armor, but Ed doesn’t care. He’s laying it on thick, sure, but desperate times call for desperate measures. If Lucius is going to be anyone’s new best friend—or potential love interest—it’s not going to be Stede’s.

“No shit!” Lucius blurts, eyes going wide with interest. “I’d love to hear all about that.” He waves Izzy over with a practiced charm that screams future leading man.

Izzy hesitates for just a beat—probably trying to gauge if this is some kind of trap—but eventually takes the seat Lucius offers at the end of the table. Lucius to his left. Ed to his right.

And just like that, they’re off. Ed watches with satisfaction as Lucius dives headfirst into asking Izzy about his big plans, the two of them locked in conversation. Perfect. Perfect. Stede is completely forgotten.

Ed steals a glance at Stede, only to find him watching the whole scene unfold with barely concealed amusement. Stede shifts his tray to the opposite end of the table and takes his seat, far from Lucius, and Ed can’t help but feel relieved as he scoots down the bench until he’s right beside Stede, leaning in conspiratorially.

“Well, seems like these two have hit it off,” he murmurs, chin jutting toward Lucius and Izzy.

“It does seem that way, doesn’t it?” Stede replies, voice soft and warm, cheeks glowing with that rosy hue Ed’s come to adore.

Ed doesn’t bother hiding his smile. Mission accomplished.

“So, he seems kind of grumpy,” Stede says quietly, glancing toward Izzy. They’re close enough that he doesn’t want to risk being overheard.

“Yeah, he is,” Ed says with a laugh, his voice just as low. “But he’s a good guy under all that tough-guy exterior. I think he just needs someone to help loosen him up a bit. He’s a little… high-strung.”

“Well, if anyone could manage that, it’d be Lucius,” Stede says, chuckling softly.

Ed grins but can’t help the flicker of curiosity gnawing at him. He lowers his voice even more, leaning closer. “So, what’s the history there? You two ever… date?”

“Oh, heavens, no,” Stede says with an easy laugh, waving the idea off as he takes a bite of his lunch. “Lucius and I are just friends. Good ones. But he’s more like a brother than anything else. Lucius is interested in a very different breed of man,” he adds, his tone light and amused.

Thank fuck, Ed thinks, relief washing over him like a tidal wave. But then the realization hits him, cold and sharp. Stede had only said Lucius was interested in a different type of man. What if Stede’s type is Lucius? Or worse—what if Stede’s not interested in men at all?

“How about you?” Ed asks, taking a bite of his food to have something to do with his hands. His heart pounds as nerves tighten his chest. “Have you got anyone special in your life?” The question feels like walking a tightrope over a pit, and he’s dreading what might come next.

“Well, I was engaged,” Stede begins, and Ed shifts forward on the bench, barely breathing, desperate for more. “But we broke it off when she left me for another man,” he adds with a chuckle, his expression unbothered.

Ed feels a flicker of relief at Stede’s nonchalance—until one word clangs in his mind like a warning bell. She.

“Yeah?” Ed says, his throat dry. “I’m sorry about that,” he adds, though guilt prickles at him. He’s not that sorry, not really. Still, he thinks he might be if Stede had looked the least bit upset about it.

“I’m not,” Stede says with a laugh, the sound light and almost freeing. “I never wanted to marry her. She’s an old friend, and I love her, but… not in that way, you know? It was my parents, and hers, who pushed us together.”

“Yeah? Well, that sucks,” Ed replies, stabbing at his food with little interest. He lifts the fork to his mouth, barely tasting it as he chews. Lunch is the least interesting thing happening right now. “Sounds like your parents should stay the fuck out of your love life.”

Stede laughs—a real, hearty laugh—and it sends a warm jolt through Ed’s chest. “You could say that again,” Stede says, shaking his head. “I just need to learn how to stop caring what they think. Then maybe I could date someone I’m actually interested in.”

Ed feels like he’s perched on the edge of a cliff, the next words holding everything he’s desperate to know. “And what type of person is that?” he asks, his heart pounding like a drum.

“Well, a man, for one,” Stede replies with another laugh, so casual it nearly knocks Ed over. The relief that floods him is overwhelming, nearly euphoric.

“Oh yeah?” he asks, a grin spreading across his face, impossible to contain. He’s sure it’s giving away his little crush, but he can’t bring himself to care.

“Hey, Stede! Izzy said he’ll hire me if he gets one of his films greenlit!” Lucius shouts from the other end of the table, loud and exuberant.

Ed takes a deep breath through his nose, his lips pressing into a tight line. Great timing, Lucius, he thinks, annoyance flickering across his face.

“How great is that?!” Lucius beams, practically glowing.

“That’s awesome!” Stede says, his attention shifting away from Ed in an instant. Stede lights up, joining the conversation with Lucius and Izzy like their talk hadn’t been the most important thing in the universe.

Ed slumps back, chewing over Stede’s words in silence. He’d been right there, ready to ask what kind of man Stede was interested in, but now that moment’s gone, stolen by Lucius’s enthusiasm and Izzy’s smug little smirk.

Across the table, Izzy glances his way, clearly amused, his smile irritatingly self-satisfied, before refocusing on Lucius, looking at him like a lovesick puppy, eyes practically sparkling. Ed stabs at his food, imagining—for just a moment—what it’d be like if both of them choked on their lunch. Not fatally, of course. Just enough to inconvenience them. Maybe a little coughing. A lot of coughing, actually. Enough to give Ed and Stede a moment of peace.

With a sigh, Ed drops his fork, folding his arms as he pouts, glaring daggers at Izzy. He’ll find a way to get their conversation back on track. He has to. But for now, he’s stuck, silently fuming while Izzy looks like he’s having the time of his life.

It turns out Ed never does get their conversation back on track. The rest of lunch revolves around Izzy, his work, and Lucius’s potential dream role. Stede seems genuinely thrilled for his friend, and Ed does his best to match that enthusiasm, but deep down, he feels like a selfish ass for being so annoyed. He knows the real problem isn’t Izzy or Lucius—it’s him. He’s too chicken to ask Stede out on a proper date, and that frustration simmers just below the surface, easier to direct at them than to admit it to himself.

When they return to the candy store to drop off Stede and Lucius, Ed’s still stewing in his thoughts. Lucius waves them off with a bored flick of his wrist, leaving Ed and Stede alone in front of the shop.

“Hey, are you okay?” Stede asks, his voice soft with concern. “You seemed… distracted for the rest of lunch.”

“Yeah, I’m fine, mate,” Ed lies, forcing a casual shrug. “Just tired today.”

The words taste bitter as they leave his mouth. He hates how easily they fall, hates how he’s still too much of a coward to just ask Stede out. It’s infuriating, but he doesn’t know how to stop himself from hiding behind these flimsy excuses.

“Well, make sure to get some rest tonight,” Stede says with a smile that could shatter Ed in the best possible way. “And tomorrow, we can finish our conversation about what type of men I’m interested in.”

Then, like it’s nothing— like it’s nothing —Stede winks. He turns and walks into the candy shop, leaving Ed completely and utterly gobsmacked.

Ed freezes, his eyes wide in shock as the weight of Stede’s words sinks in. And the wink? The wink. It’s devastating, perfectly timed, and it lands with the force of a sledgehammer.

Before disappearing into the back of the store, Stede turns one last time, flashing another wink that hits just as hard as the first.

Ed doesn’t move, rooted to the spot, his mind a whirlwind of emotions. Slowly, a huff of a laugh escapes him, and a wide grin stretches across his face. The tension that’s been weighing him down suddenly feels a little lighter.

As he turns to head back to the Jungle Cruise, a prickle at the back of his neck makes him pause. He glances around, certain someone’s watching him, but he finds he doesn’t really care. With Stede’s words replaying in his head, there’s very little Ed could bring himself to care about right now.

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Ed has to do it. He has to march in there, look Stede in the eye, and ask him on a date. So why is he still standing here, frozen outside the window, fear gripping him like a vice?

Stede had waved at him cheerfully when he’d walked up that morning, his smile warm and inviting. Ed had managed a smile and a wave in return, but now that moment feels a lifetime away.

It’s his day off—no shifts, no classes until later. He’d decided to spend it at the park, telling himself this was the perfect chance to work up the nerve to ask the cute candymaker he’s been crushing on for a week and a half now to go on a date.

But here he is, rooted to the spot just outside the candy store window.

Ed leans against the glass, pretending to be fascinated by the precise way Stede is dipping caramel apples, when really, he’s trying to will his feet to move. He tells himself it’s fine to linger a little longer, fine to enjoy the sight of Stede doing what he clearly loves. But deep down, he knows the truth: he’s hiding.

He’s hiding because the thought of actually stepping inside, of laying his feelings bare, has him absolutely terrified. It’s not just the fear of rejection; it’s the risk of ruining whatever easy, friendly thing they’ve got going now.

“Come on, mate,” he mutters under his breath, clenching his fists at his sides. But no matter how much he steels himself, he stays put, stuck in this frustrating limbo of longing and self-loathing.

And so he stands there, pretending to care about candy-making, when all he can think about is how much he hates himself for being too scared to do a damn thing about his feelings.

It’s then that he feels a tap on his shoulder.

“Excuse me, young man,” comes a familiar voice, warm yet commanding.

Ed turns, expecting to see a curious tourist or maybe a manager, but the sight that greets him nearly makes his heart stop. Standing right in front of him is none other than Walt Disney himself, smiling with an amused, almost knowing glint in his eye.

“Oh! Yes, Mr. Disney, sir?” Ed stammers, flustered, his cheeks burning as a wave of embarrassment washes over him.

He’s never spoken directly to Walt before, though he’s heard plenty of stories. One thing everyone knows: Walt isn’t big on formalities.

“Oh, please, call me Walt,” he says with a chuckle, extending his hand. “And who do I have the pleasure of speaking with? I know you work here. What’s your name, son?”

“Edward Teach,” Ed replies, shaking Walt’s hand firmly, his nerves making him grip it just a bit tighter than he should.

“Well, Edward, it’s a pleasure to meet you!” Walt says warmly. He turns to glance through the candy shop window, where Stede is working diligently, his cheeks unmistakably pink.

Ed watches as Stede’s eyes widen slightly, the only indication he’s realized the Walt Disney is watching him. Stede doesn’t look up, though, clearly making an effort to focus on his task. Ed smiles to himself, charmed by the obvious effort to appear unbothered.

“I’ve noticed you coming here every morning, and on your lunches,” Walt says, his gaze still fixed forward.

Ed’s stomach tightens, anxiety bubbling up. Where exactly is this going?

“Can I ask you a question?” Walt continues, his tone as casual as if they were discussing the weather.

“Of course,” Ed replies quickly, though his mind is already spiraling. Am I about to get fired?

He’s allowed to be in the park on his day off—he’s sure of that—but what if it’s something else? Maybe using Main Street to get to work every day instead of the backstage tunnels? That’s technically against the rules, isn’t it?

And then another, far worse thought strikes him. What if Walt is here to fire me and ban me from the park entirely? He’d never get the chance to ask Stede out. The sheer panic of it makes his stomach flip.

But before he can spiral any further, Walt speaks again.

“When are you going to ask this young man out on a date?”

The words hit Ed like a bolt of lightning. He spins to face Walt, his eyes wide in pure shock. “I’m sorry, what?” he blurts, sure he must have misheard.

“This is my park, son,” Walt says with an amused chuckle. “You didn’t think I would notice what’s been going on here, did you?”

Ed opens his mouth to protest, but Walt isn’t done. “My good friend, Stede’s boss, Mr. Buttons, has told me all about you. About how you come here every morning to watch Stede making candy in the window. About how the two of you have been having lunch together. And how Lucius has been plotting ways to make you jealous, hoping it would finally push you to pluck up the courage and ask him out.”

Walt raises a knowing brow, the corner of his mouth twitching in a smile. “Yet here you are, still standing outside the window, too scared to ask the cute blonde on a date!”

Ed is… dumbfounded.

All this time, he’s been watched. All this time, Lucius wasn’t just being obnoxious—he was actively trying to get them together. And, judging by what Walt just said, Stede might actually be in on it. Which would mean…

“That young man there, dipping those caramel apples,” Walt says, gesturing through the window at Stede, “likes you. From what Mr. Buttons has told me, and what I’ve seen with my own eyes, he likes you a lot. And he’s just waiting for you to ask him out on a date. So why don’t you march right in there, right now, and finally just go ahead and do it?”

Ed swallows hard, glancing back through the glass. He’s thankful for the barrier between them—not to mention the noise of the guests and cheerful music all around—because if Stede had heard even a fraction of what Walt Disney just said, Ed thinks he might actually die on the spot.

Stede is still working diligently, his focus fixed on his task, and Ed can tell he’s making a pointed effort not to look their way. Despite himself, a flutter of nerves blooms in Ed’s stomach, the weight of everything settling squarely on his shoulders.

“But what if he says no?” Ed asks, his voice quieter now, hesitant.

Walt gives him a kind but no-nonsense look. “Well, then he says no,” he replies simply. “But one, I seriously doubt he’d suddenly stop wanting to be your friend just because he wasn’t interested in a date. And two…” Walt leans in slightly, his tone light but utterly certain. “I am absolutely certain that he would say yes.”

How could Ed possibly argue with that kind of conviction?

“Okay, but if you’re wrong, do I get to hold you personally accountable?” Ed asks, the words slipping out before he can stop them. His eyes widen slightly, but Walt just laughs—a full-bodied, mirthful laugh that somehow makes Ed feel less like an idiot.

“If I’m wrong, then yes, you can absolutely hold me personally responsible,” Walt says with a grin, his tone as light as ever.

And that’s it. No more excuses. No more reasons to avoid what he’s been too scared to do for days.

Ed takes a deep breath, holding it for a moment before slowly letting it out. His stomach flutters with nerves, but he forces his feet to move, stepping toward the candy shop door. He doesn’t miss the fact that Walt remains standing at the window, watching him with a soft, playful smile that somehow feels both encouraging and amused.

“Heya,” Ed says, leaning casually—too casually—over the counter to call out to Stede. His voice wavers just slightly, but he keeps going, his heart pounding like a drum.

Stede glances over his shoulder, still focused on the task at hand. “What were you talking to Mr. Disney about?” he asks, his tone light but curious.

Ed hesitates, his eyes flicking down to the tiled floor as he shifts his weight. “Um, just… some things,” he mumbles, tracing a pattern on the ground with the tip of his shoe.

Then, summoning every ounce of courage he has, he looks back up. “Would you… do you think you could come over here for a minute?” he asks, his voice quieter now, but steady enough to carry his meaning.

His heart races, the weight of the moment pressing down on him as he waits for Stede’s response.

“Um… our boss’s boss’s boss is standing just outside the window,” Stede says with a nervous chuckle, glancing toward the glass. “I’m not sure I can.”

“Something tells me he’d be okay with you coming over here for this,” Ed replies with a laugh, the humor of the moment easing some of his nerves. “He… is kinda making me do this.”

Stede pauses, setting the candy apple he’d just picked up back onto the tray. Turning toward Ed, he meets his eyes with a look of confusion, tinged with amusement.

“O…kay?” he says, pulling off his gloves and stepping closer to where Ed leans against the counter. “What’s up?”

Ed glances toward the window where Walt is still standing, his smile warm and genuine as he gives Ed an encouraging nod, almost as if to say, Go on then.

“Are you free tonight?” Ed blurts, his stomach twisting more than it has all morning.

“Oh, well, um, I am supposed to get dinner with Mary,” Stede begins, and panic immediately floods Ed’s chest.

“Oh, well, if you’ve got plans, I mean… never mind, really, it’s okay, just… hope you have a good time—”

“I wasn’t done,” Stede interrupts, laughing softly as he reaches out, his hand squeezing Ed’s forearm in a comforting gesture. “I was going to say that I can get out of it… for you. That is, if you’re doing what I hope you’re doing.”

A small, uncertain smile tugs at the corner of Ed’s lips. “And what is it you hope I’m doing?” he asks, though his voice wavers slightly with nerves.

Stede shakes his head, his smile spreading wide, bright as sunshine. “Nuh-uh, you’ve gotta say it,” he teases, his eyes sparkling with joy. “After all, Walt freaking Disney sent you in here to do it.”

Ed laughs—an unrestrained, full-bodied laugh that makes his chest feel lighter. Emboldened, he reaches up and grabs Stede’s hand, his grip steady now.

“I was hoping that maybe… you’d like to go on a date with me,” he says, the words spilling out in a rush. Relief floods him as soon as they’re out, especially when he sees the way Stede is looking at him—with so much joy it feels like Stede might burst.

“I’d love to go on a date with you, Ed,” Stede replies, his voice warm and sincere as he squeezes Ed’s hand.

And then Stede does something Ed never would’ve guessed in a million years, especially not here, standing in the window of his workplace. Stede leans forward, brushing his lips softly against Ed’s, and the gesture is so tender, so sweet, Ed thinks he might actually float away.

It’s quick—almost too quick for Ed’s liking—but it’s enough to leave him reeling, his heart pounding in his chest. He can’t stop thinking about the way Stede’s lips feel against his own, soft and warm and perfect, and he hopes this is just the beginning of so much more.

When they pull apart, Ed looks at Stede, knowing his expression must be completely saccharine, but he doesn’t care. Slowly, he reaches up, brushing his fingers lightly across Stede’s cheek, a soft, breathy laugh escaping his lips. The sound is so sweet, so joyful, that Stede lets out his own quiet laugh in response.

It’s then that Ed notices Walt, still by the window, shaking with soft laughter before turning to walk away. For a moment, Ed stands there, stunned by the sheer absurdity of what just happened. No one is going to believe this story, he thinks, a grin tugging at his lips.

“Guess I should let you get back to work,” Ed says, leaning in to rest his forehead gently against Stede’s. His eyes flutter closed as he just breathes, savoring the closeness.

“Yeah,” Stede replies softly, though he makes no effort to move away.

“Okay, okay, break it up, you two,” comes Lucius’s voice from behind them. Ed turns to see him standing there, hand on his hip, a smirk plastered across his face. “Or you’re gonna make me regret working so hard to get you two together.”

“How’re things going with Iz?” Ed asks, raising a brow.

Lucius winks at him. “I don’t kiss and tell, babe,” he replies before turning dramatically on his heel to walk away. Just before he rounds the corner, he glances back, his smirk widening. “But if I did, I’d say it was great,” he adds, disappearing with a flourish.

Ed and Stede both laugh, their chuckles mingling in the air like the sweetest sound Ed has ever heard.

“Guess I’ll see you tonight?” Stede asks, grabbing a pen and scribbling his address onto a slip of paper. He hands it to Ed, his smile soft but full of promise. “You can pick me up around seven.”

“Can’t wait,” Ed replies, taking the paper and slipping it carefully into the pocket over his heart. He buttons it closed, a small, protective gesture, as if to ensure this moment can’t slip away.

Leaning in once more, Ed kisses Stede softly, his fingers sliding around the back of Stede’s neck, threading into his hair. It’s so impossibly soft that Ed never wants to stop touching it. His heart flutters wildly in his chest, every nerve alive with the thrill of the kiss, and he knows without a doubt that he’s never enjoyed anything quite as much as this.

When Ed finally steps out onto Main Street, he feels like the world has shifted beneath his feet. He sees no reason to linger in the park, having already accomplished what he’d set out to do.

On his way toward the exit, he pauses in front of the firehouse, looking up at the window above. He swears he sees a figure standing there, and on impulse, he raises a hand in salute. For a moment, nothing happens, but then he’s sure he sees the figure salute back.

Grinning to himself, Ed continues through the tunnel beneath the railroad tracks. He stops just after passing through, turning to glance at the sign above the tunnel: “Here you leave today and enter the world of yesterday, tomorrow, and fantasy.”

He stares at the words, and for the first time, they truly resonate. What began as just a job yesterday now feels like the gateway to all of his tomorrows, filled with the hopes of all of his greatest fantasies.

Ed steps forward, his chest light with the feeling that his life has just changed forever. Because maybe, just maybe, he’s started something truly extraordinary with the man of his dreams.

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“Stede, you almost ready?” Ed calls from the bottom of the stairwell, his voice echoing up to the second floor. “We’re gonna be late to your big day!”

Before he can say more, Stede appears at the top of the stairs, and Ed’s breath catches. Stede is dressed in the most dapper of three-piece suits, a soft teal that’s bold and striking, exactly the kind of choice Ed has come to love about him. Subtlety has never been Stede’s style, and thank god for that—because he looks incredible.

“Sorry, darling!” Stede calls as he hurries down the stairs, one hand fixing his tie while the other grips the banister. “I wanted to look perfect!”

As soon as Stede reaches the landing, Ed wastes no time. He snakes an arm around Stede’s waist, pulling him close and capturing his lips in a kiss that’s deep, lingering, and absolutely brimming with adoration.

“God, you look so good,” Ed whispers, his voice low and rough as he rests his forehead against Stede’s. “Mmm, smell good, too,” he adds, burying his nose in the crook of Stede’s neck.

Stede laughs, squirming slightly as Ed’s stubble tickles his skin. “You’ll wrinkle me!” he says, his tone light and playful, because when has he ever cared about being wrinkled by Ed? Anyone else, perhaps, but never Ed.

Ed smirks but reluctantly loosens his hold.

“Mmm, but I definitely expect more of that sentiment later,” Stede adds with a wink, smoothing down the front of his jacket before flashing Ed a smile so radiant it’s nearly blinding.

Ed chuckles, his heart swelling as he reaches for Stede’s hand. “What about this?” he asks, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Is this okay?”

“This?” Stede says, lifting their joined hands between them, his expression soft and full of warmth. “This is perfect.”

Ed lifts Stede’s hand to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to it. When he pulls away, he finds Stede looking at him with such pure adoration that his heart flutters, just as it did the first time they met. It’s been five years, and somehow, Stede still manages to take Ed’s breath away at every turn.

“I love you,” Ed murmurs, pulling Stede into his arms once more. Despite Stede’s earlier protestations about wrinkles, he doesn’t utter a single complaint, melting willingly into the embrace.

“I love you, my husband,” Stede replies, his voice soft but certain, before leaning in to kiss Ed again. The moment is filled with a tenderness so profound it leaves Ed longing to throw all their obligations to the wind and stay here, wrapped up in each other forever.

But it’s Stede’s big day—his first-ever premiere as one of Disney’s newest and most promising animators—and Ed wouldn’t dream of letting them miss it. Not for anything in the world, even if Stede begged. He’s so damn proud of his husband, it makes his stomach ache with emotion.

The movie is another live-action film with animated sequences, following in the footsteps of Mary Poppins. Its success had been so monumental, the studio decided to try the concept again. This time, the film is directed by none other than Israel Hands and stars Lucius Spriggs. It’s a big day for all of them, and Ed’s heart swells with pride for everyone he loves.

“We should really get going,” Ed says breathlessly when the kiss finally ends, the two of them still clinging to each other like a lifeline.

“Yeah, okay,” Stede replies with a sigh of resignation, reluctantly pulling away from the tender embrace. “You won’t leave my side today, yeah?”

“Never,” Ed promises, his warm, soft smile full of reassurance.

“Good,” Stede replies, his gaze steady and vulnerable as they head for the door, hand-in-hand. “I’m so nervous. I’ll need you right there with me.”

“You’re gonna be great,” Ed says, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “Walt’s gonna be there, and you know how much he raves about you to anyone who’ll listen. You’re the most talented animator they’ve got.”

“Suck it, Dad,” Stede says with a laugh, his grin wide and teasing.

Ed can’t help but laugh along with him, their joy echoing all the way down the walkway and into the car. It’s just like it always is between them—laughter following wherever they go, like a promise of all the good things yet to come.

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