Only trouble is, I'm dreaming my life away

written for @deadboyween day 7 - the endless

“He’s trapped somewhere, in some awful dream world, waiting for me, Crys. He can’t leave unless he wants to, and he’s probably brainwashed into thinking he can never get out of there, or that we don’t want him back, or being tortured or-”

“Maybe it’s just somewhere good, and he doesn’t want to leave there.” Crystal interjected hopefully, gazing down at Edwin’s unconscious form.

“I doubt that bloody witch would send him somewhere nice, not after we broke her coven to the four winds. Even if she did though, there is nowhere good enough that would stop Edwin wanting to come back to me. Nah. He’d always come back to me.” There was a fierceness in Charles’ voice, but Crystal felt her expression soften. It must be nice, she thought, to have someone you believed in so vehemently. To have a love so true you never questioned it.

[or, the one where Charles has to enter Edwin's dreams to save him, and realises that maybe his feelings towards Edwin aren't quite as platonic as he's been telling himself]

Run Your Fingers Through My Soul

Read it on ao3

Fandoms: Dead Boy Detectives

Rating : Teen & Up

Words: 3027

Relationships: Edwin Payne/Charles Rowland

Characters: Edwin, Charles, Niko, Crystal

Additional tags: feelings realization, feelings admission, Charles Rowland is a bisexual disaster, Edwin Payne is an oblivious disaster, not actually unrequited love, idiots in love, fluff, someone needs to teach these idiots to TALK

Written for @deadboyween day 4 - orbs

Summary:

“Charles-” Edwin started, his voice catching over his friend’s name.

“Just let me… Can I go first, please?” Charles begged, his hands still caught up with Edwin’s. Edwin nodded and swallowed the words he wanted to let escape.

“Okay. Don’t be mad. But there’s no case.” Edwin scowled and opened his mouth. Charles winced. “I said don’t be mad! Now, I had to bring you here because there’s something really important I’ve been needing to tell you for a while now and it’s that-”

Charles stopped. His hands fell to his side because he no longer had Edwin’s hands to hold. One second Edwin was there and then the next he just… wasn’t. Charles looked around madly, trying to work out what had happened, what kind of magic could have caused him to just disappear in a puff of smoke. That was when he saw the small orb bobbing behind the board games.

aka The One Where Charles Fucks Up His Love Confession So Badly Edwin Orbs Out.

written for @deadboyween day 2 - comfort

“Do you miss cuddling?” Charles asked it quickly, the words tumbling together. He’d been thinking of it with every kick of his football. Thinking of it for weeks, actually, every time he looked at Edwin’s arms beneath his rolled-up shirt sleeves.

“Do I – what?” Edwin blinked, closing the book and looking up at Charles. Even if nothing else came from this conversation, Charles would call that a win.

“I was just thinking. I miss cuddling. It’s one of the things I miss most from being alive.” Charles smiled over at him, a little bit sadly.

[it only takes Charles a few months of being dead to realise one of the things he misses most is cuddling. Luckily, he has Edwin to ask about these things now.]

Can't buy me love on ao3. Charles/Edwin.

He was a lawyer looking to pay someone to fool his family into thinking he was in a relationship, he was an out-of-work musician looking for a paying job... Can I make it any more obvious?

“So, I’ll tell you a bit about myself and the job. Then you can decide if you want to stay to answer my questions. It is very important we both are happy with the situation before we continue.” Oh shit, it’s definitely a sex dungeon. Charles thought to himself. Although, not sure I’d mind him tying me up and- Charles shook his head slightly. Focus.

“Right, no problem.” Charles coughed slightly, still thinking about that dungeon.

“So, as I said in the advert: it is a very simple job but it is also highly unusual. I am looking for a companion, you see.”

“Like, someone to shag?” Charles blurted out before he could help himself.

“Not quite. Believe it or not I am actually able to find my own sexual partners without having to pay them.” Edwin quipped and Charles couldn’t quite tell if he’d offended him.

I'm so sick of online love on Ao3 [Charles/Edwin, side of Niko/Crystal]

Summary:

“Look, just give me permission to do one thing, and the whole conversation goes away.” Niko waggled her eyebrows enticingly.

“What conversation?” Edwin asked grumpily.

“The one where I tell you all your friends are in couples, that you cannot three-wheel with me and Crystal for the rest of your twenties, and that I absolutely refuse to let you graduate while still a virgin. The same conversation we have twice a week.”

“Niko, for the last time, I am not a Virgin.” Edwin flushed slightly.

“And, Edwin, for the last time, The Case Of the First Year Fumble absolutely does not count, so yes you are.” Niko tutted.

“Right, what do I need to do to make this go away?” Edwin spun around in his chair and folded his arms and legs dramatically. Niko was reminded just why she loved him so much.

“Let me download a dating app and match you with five guys.” Niko clapped.

“Absolutely not.”

[Edwin Payne is 22, a law student, terminally offline or horrifically single. Hi best friend, Niko, thankfully has a plan to sort him out once and for all. or, the one where the fall for each other no matter what, no matter when]

If I lay here (Would you lie with me and just forget the world?)

Words: 2782

Rating: M (language, light sexual content but really predominantly just kissing)

“Edwin. It is one thirty in the morning, you two geniuses just let our prime suspect escape into the woods and now we are trapped here. I do not want to hear any more. OK?" Crystal breathed deeply and clenched her fists. “Do not leave this room. Do not make anything worse. Just let me and Niko get, like, six hours sleep. Then we’ll sort it.”

“And what, pray tell, are me and Charles supposed to do while you two are sleeping?” Edwin folded his arms and cocked an eyebrow.

“Play eye spy, run on the spot, go to sleep. I don’t care!” Crystal bit back.

“Sleep sounds delightful but unfortunately, Crystal, you are shutting us in a room with only one bed.” Edwin countered.