Finally getting round to making a Tumblr post of my dead boy detectives fics!
(Organised by genre)
BACKSTORY
A Symbol of Life
Is the experience of the afterlife affected by what we loved and feared in life?
Edwin Payne certainly thinks so.
A brief investigation into what could create a demon in the form of a doll - spider.
Black Flame Candle
1984. Charles Rowland, a first year at St Hilarions, hears a ghost story about a former student who was allegedly sacrificed to a demon.
CASE FIC
The Case of the Changeling Child
Charles and Edwin locate a changeling child.
The House on Lyme Avenue
A new case brings unexpected catharsis.
AU
A World of Dust and Sparks
Charles Rowland meets Edwin Payne on his first day at Oxford University. They continue to cross paths over the next few months.
Something to Feel Alive
Crystal reappeared when Edwin was midway through unpacking the box.
“I think I just met your downstairs neighbours? Charles and Niko? Apparently they're having a party this evening, they said we should drop by.”
Edwin rolled his eyes, “I've literally been here less than twelve hours, and you've already got me an invite to a party I don't want to go to.”
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In which Edwin, an author, moves into his new flat in London, with help from his best friend from university, Crystal. A coincidence leads to memories from a decade before, and deeper feelings than expected.
I like to think the Cat King was damn near shaking in his Gucci leather boots when Edwin made his first guess. Right out of the gate he was swinging “142”. The correct answer was literally 146 not counting himself. He took all that time setting up this elaborate cat and mouse seduction play only for the Edwardian twink to nearly chuck the game board out the window. He didn’t even give him the chance to make another guess before the bracelet fell off and Edwin still took the time to sassily beat him at his own game. “Not even close” he was WORRIED
sometimes i can talk myself into believing charles is genuinely intended to be straight but i keep getting hung up on the starfish. the starfish haunt me.
still can't believe the show about two boys who were both killed too soon and felt like they didn't matter... got killed too soon like it didn't matter
so, edwin enlisting charles’ help in learning how to kiss, right?
charles being like, “all right. before we get started, show me what you think you know about kissing.”
and edwin looks at him nonplussed. “charles, i do not know anything about kissing. that is why we are taking part in this ex—”
“nah, mate, i know that. but, like, you’ve got to have some idea, yeah? like… what you’d do in 1908, or whatever.”
“i was eight years old in 1908.”
“you know what i mean!”
and edwin is all, “…fine.”
and he sort of… sits lost in thought for a minute. charles is expecting him to go in for a very chaste peck, or something. even a kiss on the cheek.
but edwin reaches for one of charles’ hands instead. picks it up delicately, curls his fingers around charles’ in a loose but undeniable hold that charles could pull free from, if he wanted.
edwin dips his head, and glances up at charles through his lashes as if for assent, and then he raises charles’ hand to press a brushing kiss to charles’ knuckles, not looking away all the while.
“charmed, i’m certain, mr. rowland,” he murmurs, still bent low over charles’ hand.
and just as quickly, he’s let charles’ hand drop again, is withdrawing his own back to his lap, looking at charles like he’s expecting to be graded.
and charles is like, what the fuck??? was that??? blushing. completely flustered. gobsmacked. taken out at the knees. can a hand kiss make him fall in love???
Crystal: You don't think I can fight because I'm a woman!
Charles: I don't think you can fight because you're wearing an evening dress! For what it's worth, I don't think Edwin could fight in that dress either.