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Payneland Week Day 5: Love Potion

2014

Edwin frowned at the unassuming thermos sitting in front of him. Charles, sat opposite of him, leaned forward and poked it. When nothing happened, his shoulder sagged. “So that’s what all the trouble was for?”

“It appears so.” Edwin clasped his hands together. “It does not matter though. The client wanted this destroyed for whatever reason and that is what we shall do.”

“Yeah,” Charles said, sounding a bit melancholy. “I suppose.” He looked up, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Don’t you want to see what’s in it?”

“I haven’t the faintest interest.”

“Come on, Edwin.”

Edwin sighed. “Fine.” He looked at the thermos again and his resolve instantly dissolved. “Open it. Carefully.”

Charles eagerly reached for it and popped the lid off. Inside was a glowing liquid with a distinct rosy hue. Edwin ran through a list of potions in his head and quickly identified the one in front of him. “Ah, a love potion.”

Charles made an intrigued noise. “Smells nice.”

Edwin sniffed and realized that it did have a pleasant scent. Ghosts normally didn’t have a sense of smell but there were always exceptions, especially when there was magic involved. He sniffed again and tried to commit the scent to memory. It was warm, tangy somehow, and sharp. It made him feel like he was being wrapped in a firm hug.

“Apparently, the potion takes after your soulmate.”

Charles looked up curiously. “So my soulmate smells like this?”

Edwin nodded. “According to the books.” He stood up quickly, mourning the loss of the potion’s aroma. “Now that we know what it is, destroying it should be quick work.”

2025

Upsetting the pixie had been a bad idea. Edwin and Charles ran through the forest, dodging spells left and right. The evil little thing was gaining on them quickly.

“Look,” Charles panted, pointing at a fallen trunk. “We’re never going to outrun her. Let’s just hide there.”

“Good idea.” Edwin ducked as a spell shot over his head and tripped in the process. He fell to the ground and the pixie took her chance. The beam of light hit Edwin in the shoulder but it didn’t hurt at all. As a matter of fact, he didn’t feel any different. Charles rushed to scoop him up by the armpits and they dove for cover.

“Bloody hell,” Charles wheezed, brushing leaves out of his curls.

“Indeed.” Edwin froze. He realized that he could feel the soft dirt under his hands. He looked down and saw a faint orange glow around his body. He groaned. “Solidare satim: the corporeal curse.”

Charles raised his eyebrows, alarmed. “So you’re solid?”

“For now, yes.” Edwin took a deep breath then frowned. He could smell something now that his senses were restored, something familiar. Tangy, warm, sharp. He leaned towards the scent and found himself only inches away from Charles’s chest. Charles grinned.

“What are you doing there, mate?”

Edwin flushed and pulled away quickly. “Nothing.” When he had the courage to look at Charles again, it was with a completely new perspective. Soulmate.

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Payneland Week Day 4: Bound together/ forced proximity

Edwin crossed his arms, staring at the handcuffs. "This is a terrible idea."

"What?" Charles grinned. "I thought you liked experiments."

"This hardly counts as an experiment." Edwin frowned. "Experiments require planning."

"Right. That's never been my strong suit." Without any sign of hesitation, Charles clipped one of the cuffs around his wrist. He then looked up expectantly. Edwin, on the other hand, had no intentions of doing the same. "Come on," Charles begged. "I want to see how the Weber brothers did it."

Edwin resisted the urge to roll his eyes. The Weber brothers were a pair of thieves they'd been hired to track down a few different times. During their latest encounter, the brothers had been handcuffed together but still had managed to escape. Charles's pride wouldn't allow him to let it go.

"Please," Charles begged, practically batting his eyelashes.

"Fine."

Edwin took the other half of the handcuffs and clipped it shut over his wrist. Charles cheered and steered them over to the mirror. "I just need to know how they mirror traveled with bloody handcuffs."

"And then we will be done?"

"And then we'll be done."

Edwin wasn't so sure about that but he led himself to be led back and forth through the mirror a few times until Charles had figured out whatever he needed to. Personally, Edwin didn't care much about the Weber brothers when he wasn't being paid to. Common thieves weren't worth his time. But Charles was completely engrossed in their most recent escape and Edwin didn't have the heart to deny him a proper investigation.

"That means Samuel Weber didn't get separated like I thought he did," Charles rambled. He'd done nothing but talk ever since they'd returned to the office. Unfortunately, he tended to pace when he spoke, meaning Edwin was forced to follow him back and forth across the room.

"Fascinating," Edwin sait curtly. "Can you set me free now?"

"But how did the alarm in those flats get triggered if--what?" Charles smiled sheepishly. "Oh, right." He patted his pockets before his face went slack. "Bollocks."

Edwin inhaled sharply. "What?"

"I don't have the key."

Edwin groaned. "I knew something like this would happen."

"I'm sorry!"

"Track down that sword you have and try to break the chain."

"You could get hurt."

Edwin wiped his face with his free hand. Curse that caring boy. "We need to see a locksmith then." He glanced at one of their numerous clocks. "We should wait until morning though." He shook his head. Why had he been convinced so easily? He was going to be in real trouble one day if all it took was a pleading look from his best friend. They sat down on the couch, as far away from each other as the tiny chain would let them. Edwin wasn't necessarily mad. He was more worried about being stuck so close to Charles.

"This isn't so bad," Charles said meekly. "Crystal says we're attached at the hip anyway."

Edwin didn't know how to respond to that. Charles continued. "At least we won't get separated again."

"Again?"

Charles shifted uncomfortably. "You know." He gestured vaguely with his free hand. "Port Townsend. You just got taken from me and I didn't know how to stop it. I didn't know..." He trailed off his voice growing thick.

Edwin had never realized the full extend of what Hell had done to Charles until that moment. It was awful. Edwin took their joined hands and moved them over his shoulder, that way Charles's arm wrapped around him. He scooted closer so that he was completely enveloped in Charles's embrace.

"I'm here now," Edwin whispered. The locksmith could wait.

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Threw this together fast as I could for payneland week: “fake dating”.

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Payneland Week Day 3: Accidental Kiss

“Mate, you will not believe what I just saw, at the park” Charles said in lieu of a hello. He threw his backpack on the couch and approached the desk. Edwin looked up from the mail he had been sorting. It would have to wait now. 

“Was it the pigeon man?” 

“No, but he was there too.” 

Edwin raised an eyebrow. An occurrence more interesting than the pigeon man was rare indeed. “Go on.”

“Right, so I was people watching as usual” Charles began, his eyes alight with excitement. Edwin couldn’t help but give a fond sigh. He adored the way Charles’s smile never seemed to fade when he was telling a story like this. “And I saw this bloke walking with his girlfriend. They’re arguing loud enough for the entire park to hear.” 

“I see.” 

“It was mental,” Charles continued. “The girl just kept going on and on.” He screwed up his face and spoke in a falsetto. “‘I know you slept with my sister during our family holiday, you bastard.’”

Edwin’s eyebrows raised. That certainly was more intriguing than the pigeon man. 

“Then, the boyfriend tries to take the attention off of him.” Charles furrowed his brow and spoke in a deeper tone. “‘Oh yeah? Well I know you’ve been pinching my credit card to give it to your ex.’” Charles shook his head. “How mental is that?” he asked in his normal voice. He held up a hand before Edwin could even reply. “That’s not even the worst part.” He grinned, pausing for dramatic effect as he always did. 

“They were clearly at their limit, screaming and everything. The girl was waving her arms around-” Charles demonstrated with his own arms. “-Looking like she was about two seconds away from clobbering him with her phone.” Charles laughed. “Then the wanker she was with just grabbed her by the face-” He placed his hands on either side of Edwin’s face. “-And just…” 

Charles didn’t finish the sentence because he had chosen to show Edwin exactly what the man had done to his girlfriend. He kissed Edwin square on the mouth, gripping his hair. Edwin was too shocked to react and remained frozen until Charles pulled away. 

“And then they just forgave each other.” Charles put his hands on his hips, amazed. “Walked away together and everything.” A few pensive moments passed before he clapped a hand over his mouth. “Oh my God,” he said, his voice muffled. His eyes settled on Edwin, wide in shock. “Did I…?” 

Edwin couldn’t bring himself to look up. He’d been paralyzed and had hardly heard the end of the story. “You are quite the, er, immersive storyteller.” 

Charles groned, bringing his hands up to cover the rest of his face. “Oh my God,” he repeated. “I’m sorry. It was an accident.” 

Edwin blushed. “It’s alright.” He couldn't believe that had just happened. “Although,” he began cautiously. “If the boyfriend had kissed her like that, I can see why she forgave him.” 

Charles looked at him, his jaw hanging open. Then his face split into one of the biggest smiles Edwin had ever seen and his laughter filled the office. In the end, Edwin couldn’t help but join him.

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Payneland Week Day 2: Songfic

Charles watched as Edwin finished interviewing a bystander about a large explosion they were investigating. They were almost done there but the bloke just kept talking.

"It's a bloody shame," he was saying. He had a permanent smile but a few of his teeth were chipped. "Good on you for trying to get to the bottom of it."

"Yes, well..." Edwin trailed off, trying to stick his pencil back in his notebook. "It's our job."

"Well, you're quite the professional." The man leaned forward. "Say, how about you and I go for a walk sometime? I fancy learning more about your work."

Edwin looked a bit pink in the face. "I-" He looked down bashfully. "I am usually very busy." He looked up. "But perhaps-"

"Ok, Edwin," Charles said, rushing to step in between them. "I think we got enough here. We should head back." He looked the bloke up and down. There was nothing threatening about him. He looked like a teddy bear come to life, brown curls and a squishy body. He was probably older than them, physically speaking, but not too much older. There was nothing glaringly wrong with him. Why did Charles feel so on edge?

"Oh," Edwin said in surprise. "All right." He shot the man an apologetic look and followed Charles, almost having to run to keep up. "What was that about?" he hissed.

"Nothing." Charles shoved his hands in his pockets. "He just seemed dodgy."

"He was perfectly polite the entire time," Edwin argued. "And he genuinely cared about the case."

"I just have a weird feeling. Probably best to avoid him from now on."

"Charles." Edwin reached out and grabbed Charles's sleeve. "What is your malady? You weren't acting like this before."

"Nothing." Charles pulled his arm away from Edwin. "God."

"Fine." Edwin crossed his arms. "Be short with me."

When they arrived at the office, Edwin grabbed a book and went to the roof to read it. Charles had definitely messed up. He was feeling too upset to care. He grabbed his walkman and laid on the floor, choosing a song at random. Freddie Mercury's voice began crooning in his ears.

Oh how wrong can you be? Oh to fall in love

Charles frowned. He usually wasn't into those slow love ballads but he kept listening. The song was quite pretty until it came to the end.

Jealousy when will you let go? Gotta hold of my possessive mind Turned me into a jealous guy

He sat up suddenly, the wood creaking under him. "Oh my God," he whispered, bringing his hands up to his head. "Oh my God."

'Cause I'm only left with my own jealousy

Jealousy. Charles groaned. He'd been jealous of the bloke from earlier. Now he had to swallow his embarrassment and apologize to Edwin. He glared at his walkman. Damn you, Freddie Mercury.

(Song is Jealousy by Queen)

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Payneland Week Day 1: Fake Relationship

"We should hurry," Edwin said, pulling on his gloves. "No doubt the lines for a love potion will be terribly long." He shook his head. "Why today of all days?"

Charles followed closely behind, shouldering his backpack. "Surely everyone would have bought their love potions before Valentine's Day, yeah?"

Edwin scoffed darkly. "You are seriously underestimating the impulsivity of a lovesick ghost." He turned to Charles. "You have the faux potion?"

Charles rummaged in his pocket and pulled out a little pink vial. "You mean the raspberry ginger ale in a fancy bottle?" He grinned. "Got it." Their client hadn't been able to spot the fake so easily. He'd hired the Dead Boy Detectives to track down the dealer so that he could "deal" with him. Charles didn't like the idea of getting involved with someone who (unsuccessfully) bought a love potion but he was pretty confident the client wouldn't be buying any anytime soon.

They'd spent a few days following the rumor mill until they had pinned down a suspect. All that was needed to do was confirm that the bloke really was the dealer.

Edwin was right as usual. The street was full of ghosts bustling in and out of the magic shops, many of them walking out with pink vials. Charles raised an eyebrow at Edwin, who nodded.

They walked into the most popular shop, the one that seemed to be the one supplying the vials. The line was long but moved quickly. They were up to the counter in ten minutes.

"Hello," a man with stringy red hair greeted with a disturbingly wide smile. "What can I get for you?"

"Alright?" Charles replied, keeping his voice light. "Just wanted to see what you were selling." He could see a box behind the counter but the man moved it out of his view before he could see inside.

"No peeking," the man cackled. Charles winced. He'd never heard anyone who sounded like they ate gravel for fun. "Menu's up there." He pointed a crooked finger at a sign above them. There were a few items on there but Genuine High Quality Love Potion! seemed to be the main product.

"We have to pay to see what we're buying?" Charles demanded, outraged.

"That's what I said."

"What a load of-"

"It's fine, Charles," Edwin said. He held his hand out and Charles searched his bag grumpily for their money. They should just tell the client they'd found his man. There was no need to spend so much on a stupid fake. He looked back up at the menu and found a little note at the bottom: Valentine's Day Special- 20% Off For Couples. Perfect.

"Hey, we're a couple," Charles lied, wrapping an arm around Edwin and pulling him in close. "Isn't that right, er, love?"

Edwin looked horrified. "What?"

"Been dating for twenty years," Charles continued earnestly. "He's my other half and all that."

"What on Earth are you-"

Charles pointedly looked up at the menu. Edwin squinted at it and a grim sort of understanding passed over him. He gave Charles a desperate look, begging him to just pay full price. Charles refused. "We're proper soulmates."

Edwin sighed. "Indeed we are-" He glared at Charles in a way that promised they'd be having words later. "-Darling."

Charles felt the tip of his ears heat up. Before he could embarrass himself further, the buyer put up a hand. "Alright, no need for all that."

Charles gave him the money and received a vial identical to the one the client had brought them. Case closed. He pocketed it and followed Edwin out of the shop.

"You are ridiculous," Edwin called over his shoulder.

"Got us that discount, didn't I?"

Edwin laughed and Charles considered it a victory.

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Oh shit. The octopus compels me in the year of our Lord 2025

Write one sentence. Let it lead to another. It comes in waves. 

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“Ragatha giggled quietly. Her dignity had apparently gone out the window. Jax looked up at her, his face uncharacteristically soft. She looked back at him and they stayed like that, neither one blinking.

Excerpt from my most recent fic (linked down below bc idk how to neatly link fics on Tumblr). Please don’t judge the drawing. I erased the pencil layer and it low-key ruined the whole thing.

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Genuinely tweaking. I fast forwarded through all of season 2 only to see this

Spreading this PSA for all the posts I'm seeing about the cameo with our boys tomorrow. Sadly, we must wait 😭

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Dead Boy Detectives Potion Week! October 2025

Hi! Very happy to announce DBDA Potion Week 2025!

A Dead Boy Detective Fan Event all about magical potions and spells!

It's an event celebrating all the possibilities that magic can offer so all of your magical creations are welcome - fanfiction, fanart, gifs, edits, moodboards and more!

The event will run from 5th of October 2025 to 11th of October 2025, and each day a new potion will take effect. You can choose one, a few or all of them, or even combine the prompts however you see fit.

Since it's an event for all things DBDA, all ships and characters are welcome here, same with both sfw and nsfw works. The sky is the limit!

You can submit your fics (and more) on the day of the prompt in the AO3 collection here.

Prompt list coming soon!

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Wym I’ve been on here for a year??? I wasn’t even allowed to download this app when I first got it and now I’m a whole adult

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It’s my birthday y’all. Adulthood here I come ig

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soooooo… I did it!!!

spread the word, using these or using your own.

Netflix has saved multiple shows in the past, let’s work to add Dead Boy Detectives onto that list, a simple rewatch of show we enjoy, plus adding new viewers in the days up to and after the watch party. Before the show was canceled, it was a growth in views due to these watch parties, let’s make it bigger. Let’s make it trend, we have seen other fandoms do the same, we can do it!

TELL YOUR FRIENDS,

TELL STRANGERS,

MAKE EDITS,

MAKE ART FOR THE SHOW,

MAKE IT TREND.

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Dead Boy Detectives is trending! Perfect motivation to finish writing one of my wips.

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Noooo. I was writing fanfiction and then realized I was writing fanfiction

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You know it’s bad when you straighten your posture and it makes a noticeable difference in your ability to breathe

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Great. Now I want to write a fic about this

I asked George Rexstrew how he thinks Edwin celebrated his sixteenth birthday, this is what he said.

Sorry about the editing, didn't want to send the whole video but I'm basically vibrating rn omg