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Departing the Devlin House

📍Queen's Park- 1st St. & Vancouver St., New Westminster

Frame Edit Courtesy of: @sasakisniko

Location bts:

This location was found by combing through the Canada's Historic Places database. After finding Esther's House on the list, I started checking through the rest of the documents and recognized the iconic gate for Queen's Park that you see in the background of the scene.

[lire-casander]

For the dialogue asks, 8?

8. "I couldn't hold it in any longer."

It’s mumbled, in a way Charles never speaks—in half words and whispered hushes, which coming from the mostly obnoxious ghost Edwin has ever met—making it almost impossible to discern what has been uttered. And it comes after a shocking event such as him dropping a kiss on top of Edwin’s head, nonchalant and almost like an afterthought.

But Edwin has a very fine ear, and he is pretty sure of what he has heard. Still, being sure does not mean he is right, so he pauses the menial task he has been doing—research of ancient runes for a new case—and lifts his head, enunciating carefully. “Did you just say that you love me?”

Charles stills, his features frozen. He does not say anything at first, so Edwin must insist. However, he is not keen on repeating himself, so he just looks up at his partner and asks, with a quirked eyebrow, “Charles?”

But Charles is not saying anything. His silence is beginning to trouble Edwin; Charles is not known for being quiet—he is the most talkative ghost Edwin has ever met—and him not replying is more than a little worrisome.

He stands up, his book long forgotten as he manoeuvres in the limited space left between the desk and Charles’s incorporeal body—and isn’t it a contradiction, Edwin muses, although he files it away to reflect on it much, much later. He longs for touching, but he does not initiate it yet, far too self-conscious to even think about it.

“Charles,” he says in what he hopes is a soothing voice. His partner tries to hide away; Edwin reaches out to him, a hand landing on Charles’s shoulder effectively stopping him.

“Forget about it,” Charles mutters. He is still looking away, but Edwin’s touch is keeping him in place. “It’s nothing.”

“It is evidently not nothing,” Edwin assures him. “You do not get so worked up about nothing. I am not upset,” he continues, as though the idea has just come to his mind, “if that is what you are worried about. How could I be? I know you love me.”

“But not like that,” Charles says, voice small in a way Edwin has only heard once before—back in Hell. “I’m sorry.”

“Please do not be sorry,” Edwin replies softly. “It is me who should be sorry for having placed such a burden on your shoulders with my—confession. I hope you know I do not expect you to reciprocate in any—”

Charles huffs, shaking his head, and he finally looks back at Edwin. The sheer force he sees in those chocolate eyes makes Edwin’s non-existent heartbeat stutter, his words faltering, and then Charles does something completely unexpected.

He lunges forward and kisses Edwin, soft and sweet and everything.

“I couldn’t hold it in any longer,” Charles mumbles against Edwin’s lips before kissing him again, and again, and again. “Please never hold out on me again,” Edwin whispers back, drunk on love.

send me a dialogue response prompt!

[fan-a-tink]

8th January 2025, by @sasakisniko

[terresdebrume]

🎃

[Make me write]

I said 'I'm gonna go to sleep and apparently activated my knee/hip pain like fucking sleeper agents so this one is not actually gonna wait until tomorrow to get done xD

Anyone who wants to send more emojis is welcome to it too! [Find more snippets from this fic here! Eventually, I may even make a 'verse tag xD]

"Woah," Charles exclaims while Thomas reaches out and slaps Edwin's back, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you!"

"It's fine," Thomas tells Charles over Edwin's head, "he wasn't socialized properly as a kitten, so now he—"

"Oh look," Edwin wheezes as the music changes, "your favorite song!"

"It's Justin Bieber," Thomas says, his entire face collapsing in distaste. "I hate Justin Bieber."

"Go away, Thomas."

Both Thomas and Charles laugh as Edwin's instructions find their mark and are followed.

[peletiersdixon]

I’m wishing the happiest of happy birthdays today to @sasakisniko !!! Hope your day was fabulous!!

[blakbonnet]

It's your birthday? Happy birthday!!! I hope it's amazing!!!

thank you!!! it's been lovely so far 😭🥹

[xoxoemynn]

Happy birthday, emy!!! I hope you're having the best birthday!

Awww thank you so much!! The day has been filled with so much love and joy, I'm so lucky. 💕💕💕💕

[untapdtreasure]

I'll pet you <3

[untapdtreasure]

Happy birthday!!! I hope you have an amazing day!!!

(x) - @sasakisniko

Thank you so, so much! I appreciate you so much! <3 <3 <3

[nocturnalnewsiestrash]

Nothing changes my brain chemistry like these two head nuzzles

Like what do you mean they BOTH exist?? what do you mean I just get to have my brain teetered off kilter like a fucking teeter totter every time I look at them?? They make me insane

Credit to @sasakisniko for these BEAUTIFUL gifs

[lire-casander]

7. LOVER?

lover

[rating might be between t and m for this one]

After coming back from the Astral Plane—a journey she isn't keen on rehashing anytime soon—Niko has noticed some changes within the dynamics of the Dead Boy Detective Agency (and One Mortal Physic and One Immortal Empath).

They really need to work on that name.

Niko shakes her head as she pushes the door open. The office in London has bloomed under hers and Crystal’s touch; the previous gloomy appearance is now replaced by luminous paintings and fair colors, and the clutter of three-decade worth of trinkets is now neatly organized on stylish shelves. She’s proud of the work they’ve done so far—they’re taking it one day at a time, in between cases.

Today, she really needs to talk to Edwin about the latest of their clients. While she’s been at school, since the boys have insisted both girls go back to their education, Niko thinks she’s managed to crack the code they’ve been stuck on. But when she scans the office, there’s no trace of Edwin. Or Charles, for that matter.

Niko frowns. She remembers Edwin telling her they’d be home when she came from school, but it’s evident there’s nobody here, even though Edwin’s notebook lies on the desk and Charles’s Bag of Tricks is scattered on the floor. They must have left in a hurry, if they’ve forgotten their most valuable belongings. She begins to worry—neither of the boys would walk away like that—when she hears it.

A soft noise, coming from behind the closed door of the cupboard.

She approaches the door silently, a skill she’s developed thanks to Edwin, and stills, pressing her ear to the beaten wood. There comes again—a muffled moan that may be signaling someone’s in pain, followed by a breathy expletive.

She doesn’t think. She acts.

Oh, how she wishes she hadn’t. 

The door flies open, revealing Edwin pressed against the shelves on the left, Charles all over him, apparently attached to Edwin’s neck where he seems intent on leaving a bruise—both of them entangled in a heap of incorporeal bodies and luminescent energy, stifled moans and contended lust. Niko yelps and covers her eyes with her hands, not before catching a glimpse of a sliver of skin where Charles’s hands have rolled Edwin’s shirt up, his own clothes rumpled and disheveled.

“Are you—are you lovers?” she stutters, looking at them through her fingers.

“Uh, boyfriends,” Charles corrects her, hurriedly tucking his polo shirt into his trousers. 

“Surely you know that boyfriends engage in activities—”

“I read manga and watch anime,” Niko interrupts Edwin before he digs himself into a deeper hole. “I’m sorry. I’ll leave you to it.”

She steps backwards, hands still half covering her eyes, and blindly closes the door to the cupboard. Once she’s stepped to the opposite side of the room, she slides to the floor in a fit of giggles, thinking that Edwin has finally gotten what he so earnestly desired.

For Charles to love him back.

send me a one-word prompt from this list by @dbda25!

[shaylogic]

[gif created by @sasakisniko]

Edwin: *staring at Charles and Crystal's embrace right after he confessed to him*

Niko: *sees Edwin's feeling left out and squeezes the friendship into his lil ghost soul*

[terresdebrume]

Dealer's choice fact for your "i'm down on my knees" series? 💗

[Ask me about this year's director's cut]

I'm starting to wonder if I'll actually manage to insert it into the series itself (the way I've built things up so far is not being helpful on that) but I think everyone should know that somewhere in this 'verse's London, the Cat King is having a blast bossing his amateur theater group around and being the most dramatic drag queen ever

As a bonus fun fact: the difficulty of showcasing this is part of the reason why I am working on the Halloween payneland fic, because the verse in that one should make it easier to maybe have Charles and TCK actually do a number together x)

Maybe

[fan-a-tink]

30th January 2025, by @sasakisniko

[blakbonnet]

For the music asks 6, 17, 23?

6:A song that makes you want to dance

already answered, so im going to pick a classic ❤️

17:A song that would sing a duet with on karaoke

anything by Bo burnham's inside I can do justice I feel, but let's go with this one

23:A song that you think everybody should listen to

did you know phoebe bridgers covered that funny feeling lmaoo but it's so earnest now

[edwin-paynes-bowtie]

Woo! ❤️

Tagging @sasakisniko @honorarypines @edwardianedwin @ingridmatthews @tiredandoptimistic and @tragedy-machine to do this (click the link!)