Gen's Top 100 DBDA Fics - PART 7

For all caveats/rules/backstory, please read the Master Post

there's "two actors having chemistry", and then there's whatever George Rexstrew and Jayden Revri have between them

Watching interviews with them is crazy because they’re always leaning towards each other. They’re like two magnets

Like, the posture of both of them here? Stop sitting them in different chairs and get them a loveseat before they injure their spines

(This is NOT speculation. This is a silly little observation, just a bit of poking fun at how ridiculously close they seem)

(I’ve had this in my drafts for ages but given the context of my last post I’m bringing it out)

It's such an amazing feeling when someone picks up on something in your writing that you 100% intended but didn't think people would notice. Like, YES!! My writing properly conveyed the thing it was supposed to!!! You are so awesome for noticing that!!! I am so awesome for writing that!!! I feel so good about my story now!!!!

shout out to the one person who commented about the telltale heart reference i slipped into my first dead boy detectives fic

"this meeting could've been an email" but instead it's "this ship war could've been a threesome"

I could make a million Charles/Edwin/Cat King jokes relating to this post but that would be unfair to the truest example of this to ever existence in all of fiction

Jamie/Keeley/Roy. I genuinely think this throuple is endgame, and not just in a “makes for good fanfic” way. I mean like, they should absolutely make this canon.

i never posted it because it just never felt done? but i’m starting to think it will never be done. (edit: it’s technically finished, but i’m just being nitpicky about it)

honestly i don’t think it’s my best work. but i also don’t think it was ever meant to be my magnus opus 💀

okay everyone!

here it is! my self indulgent payneland smut that i wrote a week after i watched the show for the first time <3

if you read it and enjoy it pls consider leaving a comment, they fuel me

should i do it? should i write a payneland royalty au? should i?

realistically, i am going to write it. the question is, should i put it up on ao3? or should i leave it all cozy in my self indulgent wip folder?

thank you to everyone who commented on this :) i’ve rewritten the first chapter four times :P anyway i want an opinion

thanks i’ve been going back and forth on this for weeks

#SaveDeadBoyDetectives Updates - 9/02

hey dbda tumblr! wanted to compile some updates that I've been seeing that haven't fully made their way over here yet

Here's some actual data showing that this not just about dbd, netflix has been cancelling more and more shows across the board over the past few years

Articles that have been written so far:

For more updates / resources / ways to coordinate as a united front:

Action items:

every once in a while i see something like this and end up furious over the cancellation all over again. even if we can’t save dbda, we need to keep making waves. i’m so fucking tired of netflix cancelling beloved shows after one season, especially queer shows. i’m done with netflix after this. i had other shows i was watching on netflix, but this experience has left such a bad taste in my mouth that i don’t even want to keep watching them.

if netflix has no haters, i’m dead.

The Queen approves. KEEP GOING!

the people are speaking.

(gif by mellxncollie) @wordsinhaled was wondering if "edwin thought he was gonna get kissed here. the way he like. almost draws himself up a little like he's not ready omg. or what he thought charles was gonna say" and. in another universe. —

Edwin sees Charles' eyes flutter close as he moves in. His confession hangs in the air, heavy and flaming like the wisps of Hell lapping at their heels and everything comes to a halt when he creaks out, "wait!" Charles stills. The air around them, too. "Oh— shit, I mean— sorry!" And Edwin is in a desperate need for another breath but his lungs are too full, pleurae stretched to their capacities. He shakes his head quickly, almost throwing them off-balance, down the staircase, to where the demon spider-doll's mantles are steadily dripping with Edwin's real blood, to certain fucking doom. And then, hysterically, I wasn't ready. I don't look nice. My mouth tastes like blood. I've been crying— "No, you misunderstand, I want this— I want you. I am merely—"

What a terrible time for Charles to not understand what he's trying to say at all.

"I... just thought... maybe it would be... I wanted it to be nicer when I told you. I chose that jumper for you, and everything, because I thought..." "That... that was for me?" "Of course it was. Who else?" And Edwin's voice is still choked and wet like he's about to cry, so Charles' hand comes up to cup his cheek, instinctively, to sweep a thumb under Edwin's eye, gentle, gentle, brushing at the tear-stains. "Hey, hey. I don't need any of that, do I?" "But you deserve—" "I just need you safe, Edwin. Just safe and with me, yeah? You're the most important person in the world to me. I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you—if I couldn't find you down here, or..." "But you did. You did find me. And you gave me the chance to tell you I'm in lo—...." Edwin's eyes widen as he realizes he almost misspoke, and his face starts to crumple, but Charles squeezes his shoulder, fortifying. "Say it. Say the rest. You know you can say anything to me." "...Even this?" In such a small voice, so tentative. "Especially this." And after a shaky breath: "Charles, I'm in love with you. As more than a friend, I'm afraid. I'm so in love with you it nearly hurts sometimes—" "Ah, mate. I don't want it to hurt." "Oh, but it's a good hurt, isn't it? Like an ache, just here—" And Edwin takes Charles' other hand from his shoulder, and brings it down to the left side of his chest. "Just where my heart used to beat, you know. Almost as if you bring it to life again." Hushed: "I... I bring you back to life...?" "More than that." Edwin smiles, watery. "You bring me back to myself, Charles." "Edwin," Charles says. "I think I've got to kiss you now. Is that...?" Edwin's brows furrow. "But you don't... you don't... you can't feel the same, surely? The same as I do?" He looks so desperately hopeful, despite the confusion on his face, a spark in his red-rimmed eyes that Charles wants to kindle into a flame, wants to see there forever. Charles would give Edwin anything he wants. Everything he wants. Just as, he's realizing, he's always been eager to do. "Listen," Charles says, "I'm not as good with words as you. Always been all actions, me. I... I don't know what I feel at the minute, if I'm honest. Just that you're bloody well everything I've cared about, and... I dunno if that means I'm in love back, or if I can put it into words yet, but I'll keep trying. I promise I will. I just—I know what feels right, and—I wanna do what feels right, with you." "And... what feels right is to... kiss me?" Edwin sounds hopeful now, too, not just looks it. "Just about now, it does, yeah." Charles grins, a little sheepish. "If I... if I can. I mean. If you want—" Edwin nearly trips on the next stair in his haste to climb closer to Charles; stumbles and sways and Charles catches him in his arms. Of course he does. "I want you to," Edwin says. "Please. Please."

Charles is still smiling when he leans in, pressing his lips to Edwin’s.

And it is right, it must be, because Charles feels the kiss in his very soul, warming him up in a way he’s never known before.

It’s sweet and slow, like two people who have all of the time in the world.

Which, Charles realizes, they will. Once they get out of literal Hell.

“Edwin, wait,” Charles says, pulling back abruptly. Edwin looks hurt by this, his pretty doe eyes wide and red-rimmed. “Let’s just — We’re still in Hell, mate. Let’s get out first, yeah? I’d like to enjoy this and not worry about being eaten.”

Edwin laughs wetly, and he’s absolutely glowing in the wake of the kiss. Charles wants to push forward all over again, wants to press kisses onto Edwin’s lips and cheeks and jaw until he shines brighter than the sun.

Instead, he grabs Edwin’s hand (and it’s warm and rough and a little dirty, but it’s Edwin so it’s perfect.) He gives Edwin what he hopes is a reassuring smile.

There’s a noise from beneath them, and then they’re climbing again, running up and up and up this impossible staircase. And finally, they’re spit back out on the floor of Crystal’s flat.

The Night Nurse is tapping her foot in front of them, and she must be talking, but Charles can’t hear a word. He’s too busy staring at Edwin. And Edwin is staring back, his emerald eyes sparkling.

“Boys!” The Night Nurse shouts. “Are you even listening?”

“No,” Edwin says quietly, eyes never leaving Charles. “I daresay we are not.”

She huffs dramatically, hands waving in the air.

“Give us a minute, yeah?” Charles says. “Then you can do whatever.”

“Whatever it is you feel the need to say, I assure you that you can say it in front of me,” The Night Nurse says, crossing her arms.

“Okay,” Charles says, shrugging. Then, he looks at Edwin. “I love you,” he says simply. Then he kisses him. Charles kisses Edwin. It’s fast, a quick peck, mostly because he hasn’t actually had the time to check in with Edwin about it. But Edwin responds, pulling Charles back in. Nothing too scandalous, of course, but full of love and relief at being here, together. Because as long as they’re together, nothing else matters.