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moonyswritinq · 1 year ago

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runs in the family — platonic! edwin payne x sibling! gn reader

❝ RUNS IN THE FAMILY ❞

SYNOPSIS ➢ Edwin had been dead for decades and you had wandered the earth as a ghost in search for him. Who would have thought that you would find him in a small town in America, just strolling down the street?

PAIRING ➢ platonic! edwin payne x sibling! gender neutral reader

CONTENT WARNING ➢ mentions of death, kind of flirty reader, not much more warning needed than that, takes place end of chapter three, so spoilers?? not beta read

WORD COUNT ➢ 2.7 k

AUTHORS NOTE ➢ seeing as the reader is written as a sibling to Edwin it is implied they are biologically related and therefore caucasian. But since I have not specified anything the reader could just as well be adopted and of another ethnicity, so I leave it up to be your choice.

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It had been a hundred years.

A century had gone by since you died. And still you had not managed to finish your business in order to move on to the afterlife. How could you? When your older brother had mysteriously gone missing from his boarding school, simply presumed dead, and labeled as ‘an act of God’ and nothing else had happened. No one made inquiries. No one bothered to try to do him justice.

No one cared.

And it infuriated you. So much to the point of taking up the quest of finding him yourself. But no one knew anything, nor cared to tell you anything, so you were unable to find anything worthy of interest. Edwin simply did not matter to anyone besides you—even your parents were frustratingly unhelpful. It broke your heart. You didn’t want to live in a world that didn’t care about its people. Luckily, you didn’t have to for long.

It happened a year after you graduated from high school, making you three years older than the age Edwin had been when he disappeared. As soon as you’d completed school you had gotten out of your conservative town, opting to travel to London instead to settle down there. The aftermath of the war had just calmed down and you thought you could get a new start. You hadn’t entirely left the business of Edwin behind you, but knowing there was nothing more you could do for him settled your guilt slightly.

When you had finally started getting used to the idea of Edwin actually being gone and of the possibility of moving on with your life, you died. A simple case of wrong place, wrong time in a robbery. And you reckoned some part of you weren’t completely ready to let go of Edwin because you had woken up again, as a ghost.

It was strange at first, feeling nothing but still being there, invisible to everyone but yourself. And it hadn’t hurt much—you had died immediately.

What should have been a tragedy left you feeling nothing but relief. You were finally free from the world’s boundaries and rules and the idiotic people that wouldn’t help your brother. Then being able to travel anywhere you wanted, speak to other dead people, and uncover all the supernatural entities that had been hiding under your nose your whole living life was more than you could have wished for. Was it possible Edwin could also be somewhere? Wandering around as a ghost, the same as you?

The thought was too good to even hope to be true. As it turns out, it was.

You visited all the places Edwin had been or he had talked about going to or anywhere you could have imagined his ghost to have gone. But there were no signs of him—at least no signs that you could find. No one had any information about your brother. It almost left you feeling like how you had when you were alive. Your world had gone from the bright colours of hope back to the dull monochromaticity that your life had been.

For years you had wandered the planet, going from country to country, adapting to the changing years and humanity’s new technology. It interested you to figure out the new things that were invented and to keep up with the modern world—not to talk about all the different ghosts, people, and other supernatural beings you met. While it was nice to travel around without a clear goal, your mind was constantly stuck on the thought of your brother being alone somewhere.

You needn’t have worried though, you realised, when you had found yourself in the small town of Port Townshend, walking down the street and seeing a very familiar face. Right across the road, a figure clad in a brown coat was walking with an all too rigid posture and pursing his lips at the teenagers surrounding him. You were too stunned to speak, your tongue felt as if it were locked, unable to voice any of the jumble of thoughts currently bouncing through your mind.

“Edwin?” you croaked, voice strained as it fought against the constricting of your throat. You hurriedly ran to cross the road, narrowly missing a car. It wouldn’t have hurt, but habits die hard—even if it had been a hundred years since you were alive. And so you let out a loud curse, swivelling out of its path, “Oh, bloody hell!”

When you turned to continue to the other side of the street you already found a familiar pair of eyes locked onto yours. Edwin had stopped completely in his path and with his mouth agape, arms hanging by his side. You couldn’t fight the grin that made its way to your face and broke out in a run, crashing into his frame with a hug.

“Wha—” he stumbled, before embracing you back and nestling his face into your shoulder.

It felt as if he would never let you go by the grip he had on you—and you couldn’t blame him. It had been way too long since you had hugged him like this and you couldn’t help the relieved chuckle that escaped you. It also felt weird hugging another ghost—it was like he was there and he wasn’t, but you could feel his presence in a way you couldn’t when you touched the living.

“It’s you,” you whispered, pulling away to grab him by the shoulders and really take him in. “It’s really you.”

Edwin looked just like you had remembered him to have looked when he disappeared. The same eyes, with which he always sent glares your way, and the same smile he hid in the corner of his lips by turning away from you, although it shone through at you then as a grin. He couldn’t help it, and neither could you.

“I—I never thought I would see you again,” he said.

You scoffed. “As if you could get rid of me that easily.” Then your eyes softened. “Though you scared me half to death.”

“More than half, it would seem,” he said, looking you up and down. “What are you still doing here?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” you asked, a smile on your lips despite your soft tone. “You were my unfinished business.”

You went in for another hug with a chuckle, holding him even tighter as if he would disappear if you didn’t. All that worrying, all that searching, all that trouble you had gone through to find your brother and it was all finally worth it. The thought made you almost want to cry—almost. You pulled away then for real, letting the both of you go back to your regular composure as a relaxed grin settled against your lips and Edwin’s went back to hiding in the corner of his lips.

That was when you noticed the questioning stares from his three friends. They were all glancing back and forth between you in clear confusion.

“Sorry, did everyone just see what I saw?” questioned the dark-haired girl with a frown, gesturing between the two of you. “Who are you?”

You smiled at her. “Forgive me for being rude. I forgot myself for a second,” you said with a glance at Edwin. “I’m y/n, Edwin’s sibling.”

The three of them stared in astonishment upon hearing the words uttered, again looking between you two.

“I see the resemblance now that you mention it,” said the tall boy.

You shot him a playful smile. “I’m clearly the better sibling, though.”

“As if,” scoffed Edwin and tugged at his cuff. “At least I am older.”

You raised an eyebrow and pursed your lips. “Don’t know if that is actually true, anymore. I was alive longer than you were.”

“What? No.” He looked affronted at your words. “My birth was before yours and I am thus older than you.”

The boy next to him cleared his throat with a pointed glance. Edwin resumed to his usual composure, a curtain falling over his features as his bickering spirit died out. You let out a snicker, glancing between the four of them.

“You gonna introduce me to your handsome friends, Edwin?” you asked with a grin, eyeing the tall boy specifically.

Edwin glared at you. “Don’t,” he spit out, warning lacing through his tone. When you held up your hands in surrender he turned to his friends, gesturing to them all in turn with their names. “Y/n, this is Charles, Niko and Crystal.”

“Nice to meet you,” Niko’s soft voice said, hopping forward to give you a hug.

It caught you slightly off guard, but it was welcomed even though you couldn’t feel it as well as you could feel Edwin’s ghost hug. Crystal gave you a hesitant hand to shake and you took it enthusiastically with a smile. She smiled then, apparently less apprehensive. Charles also thrust out a hand along with a charming smirk.

“Any sibling of Edwin must be brills,” he said. “Also a ghost, by the way.”

You took his hand with an appreciative nod. “Did you hear that, Edwin? I’m brills,” you said and looked over your shoulder.

By doing so, you didn’t miss the soft gaze Edwin was looking at Charles with and nodded to yourself, smiling coyly. While you had learnt to adapt to the modern times, and even back then had always been quite open about yourself, Edwin was a shyer and more private person. You would let him work it out by himself.

“You know, I missed your miserable face,” you remarked, turning to nudge him with your elbow. “I also think we have a lot to catch up on, Edwin.”

“I would say that is quite correct. We will take care of that, later,” he nodded in his stilted way. Weird as it was, you had missed his gestures.

When the four of them turned to keep walking, Niko suddenly let out a loud gasp. “There’s Monty, our new friend,” she exclaimed.

You turned to look where she was gesturing and saw a very handsome boy looking up when hearing his name. He smiled easily at the five of you and stood up from the bench he had been sitting on with a few books in hand. The boy, Monty, let out what sounded like a nervous chuckle while glancing between the group, definitely noting the closeness between you and Edwin.

“Hey. Wow, quite the crew you got here.”

“So, he’s alive and he can see the boys?” asked Crystal.

“Oh, he can definitely see Edwin,” replied Niko. You saw Monty smile at Edwin and turned to your brother with a questioning glance. He only shrugged.

When you turned back, you found Monty was already staring at you. His eyes were dark and thoughtful, jumping from your face to your clothes and your boots and your frame and your hair and your smirk—which spread even wider. His mouth opened in a silent gasp as he took in the sight of you. You could feel your lifeless cheeks warm with blood—if they could do that—and let your gaze skirt away nervously.

“Oh, hi, I, uh, don’t believe I have seen you before.” Monty smiled sheepishly at you and his voice was warm and sweet. “I feel, uh, like I would have remembered a face like yours.”

His face got redder the longer he talked and the more he tripped over his words. It was weirdly endearing and you smiled at him as his gaze jumped between you and Edwin.

“Edwin’s my brother,” you said. “I’m y/n. Also a ghost.”

“Charmed.” Monty’s grin grew wider. “I suppose good looks run in the family.”

You saw Edwin shift uneasily out of the corner of your eye and smiled at him. Monty’s unashamedly flirting was clearly not something Edwin was entirely ready for yet, but it only made the whole thing more amusing. And you couldn’t ignore the playful smirk Monty was giving you nor the glint in his eye.

“And I’m Charles. Nice to meet you, mate,” interrupted the other ghost, his own charming smile fixed on his lips, and extended a hand for Monty to take. “Any pal of Edwin’s is aces in my book.”

Monty’s lips pursed. “Yeah, sorry, hands are full,” he said, his voice suddenly cold and stand-offish.

He moved past you, closer to Edwin, but you didn’t miss the way his gaze lingered on you. You smiled to yourself as you turned to the other three, looking back at Monty.

“I was polite, wasn’t I?” asked Charles. His voice sounded much smaller, almost insecure.

“Yeah, you did good,” replied Crystal and patted him reassuringly on the shoulder.

You crossed your arms over your chest and leant closer to him. “Don’t take it personal just ‘cause you aren’t pretty enough to earn Monty’s kindness.”

Charles turned to you, affronted, and glared at your cheeky smile. “Oi, hurtful. I’m very pretty, I’ll have you know.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you said, glancing up at him. “And don’t you worry, Edwin knows it too.”

His brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

You only shrugged, glancing back at your brother and Monty. You saw Edwin take the book from him, completely oblivious to the way his gaze was fixed on him, and Niko was unashamedly listening in on their conversation. You took the opportunity to study Monty’s feature’s more carefully, gazing at the ways his lips lifted ever so slightly, and how his eyes suddenly jumped to yours. Immediately, you looked away in shame at being caught staring at him and you were sure to be blushing if you were still capable of it. When you dared look back at him his eyes were yet again on Edwin, but his smirk a bit wider.

“Hey.” You looked to Charles again, nudging him in the side. “If Edwin doesn’t know, though, at least I do.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed his grin widen as his eyes fixed on you. That was when Edwin glanced past Monty, meeting your eye briefly before flickering over to Charles. You noticed him hesitate in his reply to Monty and furrowed your brows. It wasn’t like your brother to be careful about his words. Crystal seemed to know what he was thinking as she suddenly brought her hands together.

“Ah, well,” she began, sighing with what sounded like very bad conviction, ”Axe-murder, suicide Groundhog Day drained me, so, uh… I’m gonna head up.”

You shot her a questioning glance but decided against asking her about it. Whatever Edwin and his group had been up to you had more than enough time to figure out. Now that you had found him, there was no chance you were letting him go.

Niko nodded at Crystal’s words, still caught up with whatever Edwin and Monty were speaking about. “Okay, I’ll be up soon,” she said.

Crystal sighed and went over to the other girl, taking ahold of her arm and dragging her away from the boys. You shot a questioning glance at Edwin, but he just nodded for you to go without him. Briefly, you met Monty’s gaze as well and were almost pinned to the spot by his smile before he turned back to your brother. You swallowed and made to walk away when you noticed Charles was still stuck to the same spot, his gaze pinned to Edwin.

“Come on, mate, let’s go.”

He scoffed but let himself be guided away to follow the other two. You heard the traces of Edwin and Monty’s conversation follow behind you, their voices floating through the air. Monty’s was melodic and it made you sigh at the sound of it.

“He’s very cute, isn’t he?” you asked Charles, nudging his side with your elbow.

“Yeah,” he nodded, glancing over his shoulder.

You weren’t sure you were talking about the same person.

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sincerelyverena · 11 months ago

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pls pls pls charles x short!alive!reader? established relationship, maybe just some fluffy moments between the two?

⟡⁺ THE GHOST OF YOU

tysm for the req, anon! 💞💞 ive thoroughly enjoyed my return here, n now the story is yours n i hoped u enjoyed it as much as i loved writing it <3 special shoutout to my dbd betareaders, i love and appreciate all of u sm!

. . . CHARLES ROWLAND X GN!READER ‘think i like you best when you're just with me and no one else.’ @andforthecoating

inbox is always open for requests!

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✦ ﹒you love him. and he loves you too. a story as simple as that.

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✦ ﹒fluff ﹐short!reader﹐alive!reader ﹐established relationship ﹐im still getting a feel for charles character so go easy on me pls ﹐havent written non-smut in a long LONG time

THANK YOU TO MY WONDERFUL BETA READERS: @love-xoxojules﹐@immortal101 ﹐@fadedpictures91 ﹐@charles-rxwlands﹐ @kidbiscuitt @smallestgremlin

Falling in love with a ghost wasn’t on the cards for you, until you met Charles Rowland.

The supernatural had haunted you since you were a small child, being the victim of a near-death experience isn’t easy on any youngling. Especially you. The consequences of viewing these seemingly mythological creatures took years of patience and silent work to endure, more so, because nobody would ever believe you if you told them you saw ghosts. How ghastly.

And as a young child, you couldn’t imagine that decades into the future, you’d be laid between the arms of one. Two bronzed columns that supported the minuscule length of your torso. And for a ghost? Charles is oddly warm. Or maybe that’s you warming up to your idea of your body heat, marinating in the crisp sheets of your bed. A sanctuary the two of you now shared, together.

But it was nice to think that it was Charles too. He was the reason why you felt comfortable and protected after all. In a world of witchcraft, warlocks, dangers, and death Charles was your home.

A pair of bow-turned lips place themselves against your temple, assisting you in drifting out of sleep. Charles murmurs against the surface of your skin, planting scattered kisses along the top of your head in the process. ‘Dove, we’re meeting Crystal for coffee, remember?’

Charles’s gently mustered words are enough to serenade a response out of your sleepy self. You murmur incoherent words, flipping yourself over so that when you inch your eyes open, they can delight in your boyfriend’s beauty.

His ebony-clad curls are fluffed to perfection atop his head, not a hint of bed-head in sight, which you consider impressive before you remember that Charles mostly spent the night just watching you. As if nothing else in the world matters. You extend a hand to the defined curve of his jaw, practically guiding his lips toward your own. They lock together in familiarity, and nothing but pure, honeyed ecstasy buzzes throughout you. This is better than coffee, better than anything. Charles tasted like heaven, hell, and everything in between.

And as you two separated, Charles beamed down at you with something indescribable bouncing around in his whiskey eyes. ‘I think a sleep-in wouldn’t hurt, now, would it?’ Rising to the day seems like the logical option. Something that barely crosses your mind for a second before you fall captive to those bronzed arms, weaving around the hitch of your waist. And before you know it, you discover yourself half-tossed atop the ghost you had fallen for. The tall length of his legs tangled with your own. And any responsible, adult-like thought dissolved as your lips crashed together. Something oh-so-destructible yet perfect, how could you say no?

And possibly, that perfect destruction is always the reason why you both are considered late to possibly anything imaginable. If Edwin found himself in the depths of the fiery circles of hell again, the entire group would bet that you and Charles would take an eternity to part before he’d get rescued. It’d be more beneficial for Edwin to smuggle out himself.

‘We’re going to be awfully late, angel.’

‘Maybe because you keep distracting me.’

‘Nonsense, I’m brills and can do no wrong.’

You tear your eyes away from your reflection in the mirror before you. You scrutinise Charles with a disbelieving gaze at his words, which shortly dissolve into nothing less than adoration. Nevertheless, you continued to feign annoyance as you combed a single hand through your hair and down your scalp. Fingers adjusting the little strands to suit your desire for tidiness.

You abandon this aspiration, pivoting upon your heel. The mask of annoyance you pertain slips away into nothingness as a soft laugh escapes you amid your words. Facing your boyfriend, you slip a hand into his own.

‘You’re lucky that I love you.’

'I am so very lucky.'

Charles’ adjusted his position as he moved his lips from the curve of your forehead, toward the curve of your lips. There was something passionate about how the deep onyx of hues sparked with something even deeper. Something warm and honeyed, indescribable. And before you could even decipher what it was you could feel the honeyed taste of him upon your lips, Charles scooped you up and threw you over his shoulder.

His arm relented against the small of your back, even as you holler out empty threats and meaningless curses amid your laughter. This merely prompted Charles to bounce you atop his shoulder blade, a chuckle of his own heard as you huffed and puffed. Nevertheless, you would refuse to admit that the action of soft intimacy made you feel over the moon with exhilaration.

A curse of Charles’s own accompanied your laughter as he was a breath away from the side of his torso slamming into the doorway he attempted to parade you through, which frankly made you laugh harder.

‘You’re such a dick.’ You managed to wheeze out.

‘I think you may be right about that one.’

Charles’s voice sounded with a tinge of mischief, which crept, announced in his tone. You could almost hear the grin in his voice as he articulated his words, even through your limited peripheral vision as you were held captive in his arms.

‘You love it, though.’

The Charles-like cockiness your boyfriend presented caused you to blow out a breath of feigned exasperation. Yet, unbeknownst to him, the slow ghost of a smile proceeded to creep onto your lips. Especially as he continued to balance you upon the bridge of his broadened shoulder, for a hint of dramatics, of course. Because you did love it.

And as the two of you ventured toward inevitable lateness, you couldn’t help but think how you couldn’t wait to do it all again the following morning.

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ksjb3rry · 11 months ago

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“ In my experience, uptight boys like a little bit of rough play.”

— The Cat King, Dead Boy Detectives.

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👑:: 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗼 𝘄 𝗻𝗼 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁𝘀 ! ༄ ⌇ 🐈

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deadboydetectives-ao3feed · 3 months ago

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yougrew-upunacave · 10 months ago

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People send me oneshot requests for these ships or these characters

Crystiko ( Niko x crystal

Payneland ( Charles x Edwin)

Montwin ( monty x Edwin)

Catwin ( cat King x Edwin)

Cricketcrow ( Charles x monty)

Catcrow ( cat King x monty)

Poly Edwin x Charles x monty

Dean Winchester x castiel

Gabriel x sam Winchester

Claire novak x Kia

Adam milligan x Michael

Edwin Payne

Charles Rowland

Niko sasaki

Crystal Palace

Cat King

Monty

Jenny

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Gabriel/trickster

Castiel novak/Winchester

Claire novak

Adam milligan/Michael

I will do x reader oneshots

I'll be posting everything to AO3

I'll do headcanons

Oneshots

No smut

I'll try angst

Fluff

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lowkeyrobin · 8 months ago

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hii! i LOVE ur wirting so i was wondering if i could request a niko sasaki x reader? (fem or gender neutral) i dont really have a plot in my head but maybe reader is a ghost that kinda lives in/around jennys shop and after the sprite incident niko and reader meet?? i dont really know but im sure whatever you write will be AMAZING!!

ooo okay okay, I can try for you! ; so sorry if this took forever to post because I put this at the bottom of my priorities til i got an idea lol ; but thank you!! I appreciate it <3 ; thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy! ; also I'm so sorry this is highkey ASS I had zero idea what to do here ughhudhejwjwj

NIKO SASAKI ; a little haunting, solved

summary ; after niko's run in with near death, she can finally meet the ghost who's been haunting her apartment

warnings ; language

word count ; 511

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Niko had been hearing weird noises around her rented apartment room for months now. She always shoved it off, not really believing in ghosts, thinking it was just typical building noises. That mindset stood until mangas started falling from her shelves, and her laptop and phone would often glitch or turn off randomly.

She picks up a pile of mangas from her floor after they'd mysteriously been knocked off her desk. She cautiously stands back up, looking around the room. Her straight, black hair frames her face as she looks from one side of the room to the other.

"Hello?"

A knocking can be heard, coming from one of the windows beside her bed. She jumps.

"Is someone here?"

She feels a gust of cold air wash against her face for a moment. Shivers trail up her spine.

She quickly sets her mangas down, running downstairs to go to Jenny. Bothering her during work wasn't a great idea, but she didn't want to be upstairs right now.

'House noises,' Jenny said.

Yeah, totally house noises.

Niko rests on her bed, laptop on her lap, a bowl of popcorn beside her as she watches some ghost movie. The moon rests full in the night sky outside, a lamp illuminating the room.

As her movie plays, creeping up on a jumpscare, the screen glitches, stopping the movie abruptly, Niko being met with a black screen. She clicks the space bar, then moves her index and middle finger to the mouse pad, trying to click around to see if the screen would light back up.

The screen turns back onto a paused frame of the upcoming jumpscare, quickly scaring Niko. She sighs, guessing her laptop had glitched, and she'd paused right as the jumpscare was up in the screen due to her spam clicking space and clicking around the screen. She didn't know how to explain the muted audio. Maybe it was just a part of the glitching.

Though, this was weird, her laptop has never glitched before...

After her run-in with death, aka with sprites in her brain that wanted to implode her, she could actually confirm that Crystal's invisible friends were real, whom she'd begun to believe were real after time. Surprisingly, the ghost who'd she'd been suspecting that haunted her apartment also turned out to be real.

"Wait... are you the ghost knocking over my books and messing with my laptop?"

Charles and Edwin quickly turn around, seeing you stand behind them with a humorous smile. They'd certainly never seen you before.

"Maybe" you shrug. "What of it?"

"Were you trying to scare me?"

"Not really" you reply. "I was trying to get your attention and communicate, mostly. I took on that you couldn't see me from the jump. It's just lonely haunting this place with no one to talk to"

Edwin raises an eyebrow. "We've been here, Crystal has been here."

You look off to the side, shrugging. "I'm a little shy."

Niko smiles. "Do you wanna watch a movie with me?"

You smile. "Sure. Can we watch that one that had that scary nun?"

"Yeah!"

#lowkeyrobin #gn reader #gender neutral reader #they/them reader #dead boy detectives x reader #dead boy detective agency #niko sasaki #niko sasaki x reader #ghost! reader #yuyu kitamura #yuyu kitamura x reader #niko x reader

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yinora · 11 months ago

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Could you do a Dead Boy Detectives Cat King x reader Payne, Edwin’s sibling who is a ghost after a freak accident and helps them out. They always put the boys needs above their own. After the first Cat King meeting they get a little jealous of their brother but they know it’s wrong. Of course Monty and the others would like Edwin.

Pairing: Thomas "the Cat King" x gn! ghost! Payne! reader, mild implied Monty x reader if you squint, Edwin Payne x sibling! reader

a/n: tysm for this request! i hope it is to your liking and i hope it's not too ooc<3

warnings: jealous reader, it's implied that reader could be interested in Monty, Charles and Crystal [Cat King talks about which form he should take, inspired by the scene in the show when he turns into Monty and Charles to try and seduce Edwin], i wasn't sure whether these warnings were necesarry but i added them anyway just incase

You had been part of the dead boy detectives agency for a while, ever since you had found your brother Edwin again, you stayed by his side, and ofcourse Charles's too.

you aways helped out, kept them safe the best you could. even when you weren't in a state to do so.

there were uncountable times when you took the hit instead of them, physically and mentally.

you helped calm down ghosts who were lost, helped along with cases to make sure everything went according to plan, steped infront of them if someone tried to attack with an iron weapon, no matter how bad it hurt.

ofcourse, Edwin greatly appreciated it, and yet somehow you feel underappreciated.

they never changed the name, even though you joined, they were the ones people, well, ghosts looked for.

it was always "where are the two boys we were told about" and never "aren't you one of the dead boy detectives?"

when Crystal joined, she didn't seem very fond of you at first, which you honestly didn't mind too much.

could you blame her? she got her memories stolen by her demon ex and now she has no idea where she's supposed to be, where her home is.

when the four of you went to Port Townsend you thought little of it.

it was just one quick little case, right?

wrong.

because of your brother Edwin using a simple spell on a cat that you guys got stuck here.

when you first met the Cat King, you were intrigued to say the least.

maybe it was his way of talking, maybe it was those eyes that captivated you, whatever it was, you felt drawn to him.

but ofcourse, he only looked at your brother.

was it normal to feel jealous like that? you love your brother dearly, you shouldn't want to take something like that from him, right?

right?

when you met Monty, you thought he was pretty cute.

not your exact type, but cute.

but ofcourse, yet again, Edwin was the star of the show.

eventually Monty wanted to hang out with you too, but it was after the third time of him asking to hang out that you found out the only true reason was so he would have an excuse to see Edwin when walking you 'home', which really pissed you off.

so you left, mumbling something about just wanting to take a walk alone for a moment.

much to your luck, they accepted it without another thought.

as you walk, you can't help but notice the amount of cats you see everywhere.

Edwin was supposed to count them all, right?

maybe you could help by counting aswell, and telling Edwin later on how many you saw.

but you were too upset to really do that, so you just kept walking.

until you notice that one of the cats seems to be following you, no matter how many times you turn a corner, or stop for a moment, it seemed to follow your every move.

up untill a specific part, near the woods.

you thought it finally stopped following you, untill you turned around to see none other than the Cat King standing there.

that startled you, for some reason you didn't exactly expect it, and you nearly tripped if he didn't catch you.

"why are you here? why did you follow me?" you instantly question him, which seems to surprise him atleast a little.

"woah, calm down, i wasn't following you, i was just... taking a stroll... okay no i was totally following you" he admits.

"has Edwin counted all the cats yet?" you roll your eyes.

"no, obviously not, he would've gone to find you if he did" you cross your arms and look away from him.

why did he have to look so charming?

you thought he'd leave, but he didn't.

why was he still staring at you?

"you know, i only pay so much attention to him because of his spell on one of my dear cats, you should remember that"

"why would i care who you give your stupid attention to" you practically snarl, though he doesn't seem to be bothered by your tone.

"now, now, no need to feel so attacked. i just want to know, what is it that has gotten you in such a sour mood" he nearly sounds like he cares.

nearly.

"nothing, i just wanted to take a walk" you lie, hoping he'd just leave you alone.

"right, lets try that again, hm?"

he swipes his thumb over your mouth, and much to your surprise you spill everything that you've been keeping quiet about.

"it's just that, i really do love my brother, truly, but sometimes i wish he wouldn't be the one getting all the attention, like, you gave him all your attention back when you wanted to punish him for his 'crime' and Monty only wanted to hang out with me to get closer to him and i just wish that for once, just once, someone i'm interested in would actually see me too. Edwin and Charles, now Crystal too, always get so much credit for solving cases too, and yet i'm the one that keeps getting hurt, that keeps being the target, i always put them above me and ofcourse i'm not greedy about getting attention or gratefullness but does it really hurt that much to ask if i'm okay? if i'm okay with being the bait when it's necesarry? if i'm okay with being ready to face death and go to the afterlife so she'll leave them alone? is it too much to ask for just a little care that's more than just some simple praise?" you ramble on for a bit, barely noticing the small, sypathetic smile on his face.

"now, now, darling, that is quite a lot of emotion, huh?"

"oh fuck off" you snap back, the tingling feeling of the spell he used to make you tell him fading as quick as it came.

"i see you, i have for a while" he admits.

"do you have any idea how hard it is to focus on being intimidating and giving your brother his punishment for using a spell against one of my cats when you're right next to him, all pretty and enticing" he drawls out as if he's a kid who's throwing a tantrum about not getting icecream.

"i mean seriously, have you seen yourself?"

"not exactly, i don't have a reflection as a ghost" you mumble, trying to ignore the growing heat on your cheeks.

he rolls his eyes.

"tell me, what form should i take to entice you to... stay with me, atleast for the night? Monty? Charles? Crystal? i can be whoever you want me to be, my dear [name]" he says as he takes the respective forms of each person he lists, and you notice how even though he practically shape-shifts, one thing always stays the same: those eyes you've grown to love.

"just be you" you murmur, daring to take a step closer to him, to which he subtly licks his lips.

it seems as though he's about to say something, but then he kisses you instead, taking a hold on your waist, he seems to be more gentle than you expected, and you kiss him back.

if someone told you that this kiss lasted for hours, you would've believed them.

it felt as if you got that peacefull after-life that you were promised, without ever leaving behind those you care about.

reluctantly, you both pull away.

"can i stay with you tonight, then?" you mutter quietly.

the Cat King nods, taking your hand, ready to lead you to his abode.

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#the cat king #edwin payne #dead boy detectives #charles rowland #crystal palace #niko sasaki #the cat king x reader #dead boy detectives x reader #request

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simp2537 · 7 months ago

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SCYLLA

A/n: I’m finally done with this chapter, I’m super happy with it. I am announcing that I will be doing a Sleeping beauty AU with this series later after I’ve finished it. I hope you all enjoy!!!

Word Count: 2.348k

Trigger Warning: Religious themes, gore, murder, violence, suicidal thoughts, alcoholism, demons, blood, self hatred, cannibal tendencies in flashbacks, child neglect, ptsd, self neglect, imprisonment, torture, consumption of other demons, more warnings to follow

CHAPTER TWO

“You are a plague on this world.” He slowly circled Y/n, his ruby eyes staring down at her. The girl panted as she held onto her twin daggers.

Her upper cheek was cut, the blackened blood dripped down her. Her body was dripping in sweat. Her shoulders sagged as he continued to attack her.

“You are the famine that has killed hundreds.” His words echoed with each of his blows to her body. She lurched forwards, coughing violently as her knees his the sand.

Her head shook hazily as she knelt in the ground. His large hand cupped her cheek, pulling her face to his.

“You are the death and destruction of this world.” His nails dug into her skin as tears began to streaming down her face.

His eyes bore down at her as she panted. Her face a mess of tears, snot and sweat. “You are the Great Scylla, doom of this world!”

“…. No.”

“No?” His tone mocked her. He mocked her. His pulled her closer, his body bent over so she could see his face.

“Then what are you?” She brought her dagger into his arm and he pulled away. On shaky legs she stood, her face full of tears.

“I’m a witch.” His pale lip curled up as he pull the dagger from his arm. He threw back at great speed. Y/n’s hand flew up, grabbing around the blade of the knife.

It stung as her blood covered the knife. Then again he attacked. Again and again he ask, “What are you.”

Again and again she repeated, “I’m a witch.”

Till she didn’t.

………………………………

Her body shot forward in her bed as her hands flew to her throat. Her nails clawed as her throat as she gasped for air. The dark walls of the room seemed to close in on her as she gasp.

Her nails bit into her skin leaving red lines. Her eyes darted around her room frantically.

“Y/n!”

“What’s wrong!” Both ghost fazed into the room quickly approaching her bed. Charles placed his arm around her as she panted.

Edwin hesitantly placed his hand over hers, pulling them away from her throat. Her neck was red and a few small cuts covered her.

There touch felt strange, like small tickles upon her skin. She couldn’t really feel them but she could in a way. She felt them in her heart and her mind. She breathed out shakily as she tried to calm herself.

“Breathe mate, breathe.” Charles whispered to her softly. Her breathing remained strained as she panted. She laid her head on his shoulder, her eyes glued shut.

“What was it about this time mate?” The tears continued to stream down her face as she sniffled.

“Same old, same old.” She mumbled mindless as she felt Edwin’s thumb against her hand. She didn’t see the look the two boys shared. She didn’t see the way Charles looked down at her. Y/n was an enduring mystery to them.

Sometimes she would speak on tiny things about her life before hell. The two boys could make a list of what they knew about her. In fact Edwin did have a list.

Y/n’s mother was a witch named Melania, and she was raised in a small village outside of Salem called Widows Wailson

Y/n was extremely powerful in blood magic’s and the darker forces

Y/n had been trapped in hell for at least 300 hundred years?

Y/n was neither a sacrifice nor an evil soul, so how she ended up in hell was a mystery

Y/n often spoke of brothers, specifically her youngest brother who they only knew by the alias “little wolf”

Y/n was immortal, she would remain 16 years old for the rest of her existence.

It was an odd list of things that they believed to be true. Y/n had never once mentioned her father, it was safe to assume he didn’t exist to her. The running theory between the boys was that Y/n and her mother had been hunted during the Salem witch trials and that somehow she ended up immortal and in hell.

Much to Edwin’s annoyance it wasn’t a strong theory. Y/n didn’t like to speak about her past. There was so much about Y/n that didn’t add up. Y/n was not dead which was very obvious, but she’d been in hell.

Charles gently rubbed at her back as the lights from outside flickered into her bedroom. Her room was rather cluttered with magical objects, potion ingredients and other strange things.

She was the only one with an actual bedroom. Both boys had their own rooms but no beds. They didn’t have a need for them like Y/n did. It was also nice that Y/n paid for there entire apartment with money they didn’t know how she had.

The window creaked as her red light opened it slightly. The cold breeze drifted into the room. She sighed deeply as she closed her eyes once more. As she laid back down the two lay laid in either side of her.

“Do you guy think who were told we are and who we hope we are two very different things?” The two boys paused unsure how to answer.

“Yes… I do believe who we’re told we are and who we are, are different. Sure sometimes the two images are blurred but at the end of the day we are not what others believe us to be.” Edwin answered softly.

……………………………………

Pizza had to be one of the greatest inventions. As she sat on the edge of Edwin’s desk with an entire box of cheese pizza in her lap she knew the food in this age was much better than anything she’d ever had before.

She happily ate her food as she watched Charles circled Edwin with boxing mits up. His physique wasn’t prime to chasing away hostile ghosts.

“Come on, why are you so stiff? Loosen up. Come on.” Edwin could only groan at Charles words. She happily finished her first slice of pizza as Charles practically danced around.

“Come on, Edwin. I picked this just for you, mate. Boxing's a gentleman's sport, innit?” Edwin rolls, his face full of annoyance.

“When will I have to hit someone? I've been dead since 1916.” Edwin answers snippily. Y/n giggled softly as she waved her hand. The windows cracked open allowing a fresh breeze to enter.

The boys didn’t feel the cold anymore, or extreme amounts of heat. She did though. She stared down at the pizza in her lap, she finished another slice. It was strange to her, to not be so hungry anymore.

Life before was rough, the others in the village didn’t like her and her mother. They wouldn’t always trade crops with her family. She wasn’t used to having such an abundance of food.

It made her feel a little guilty. Her and her mother never had this. Yet now as her mother rotted she had so much.

“Look I've been your best mate for 30 years, so I know you don't like to try new things, but it would make me feel a lot better if one of these decades you did learn to defend yourself.” Charles uttered. Her head snapped up as she watched Edwin attempt to box.

“What am I then? A cockroach?” Edwin hit Charles hands rather gently.

“Noah mate, you’ve done great in being a bodyguard. Gave a good snaking to those wraiths in 07.” Charles laughed. Her head mocking lowered as she ripped a piece of her food off in her mouth.

A loud buzz exhorted through the office. The trio shared a look as Y/n hopped down from the desk. She placed her pizza on a side table or and cleaned her hands.

“New case time boys.”

…………….

“Right, then. I’m Edwin Payne. This is Charles Rowland, and she is Y/n Adrienne. As you no doubt know,we are the Dead Boy Detective Agency.” Edwin told the young blonde girl ghost before them.

Edwin sat in the chair of the desk with Charles and Y/n sat atop the desk on his right and left.

“He’s the brains, I’m the brawn and she our power. Getting things done.” Charles answered with a smile. The young dead Victorian girl furrowed her brows.

“You are the brawn?” She asked suspiciously.

“Yeah. Why’d you say it like that?” Charles asked. Y/n giggled softly at the girl.

“No reason.” She insisted. The trio shared a quick look. The girl named Emma slowly place the picture in the desk.

“I would like you to help my friend Crystal. She’s a psychic you see.” Slowly Y/n reach and took the picture. She slowly handed it to Edwin with a small smile.

“A medium. So she can see me even though I’m a ghost. But lately, something has been odd.” The trio stared at the picture of Crystal. She had curly brown hair, dark eyes and chocolate colored skin. Y/n smiled softly at her picture.

“How do you mean “odd?”” Edwin asked handed the photo back to Y/n. She quickly pocketed it as a feeling of unease got her. Her heart sank into her stomach. Like a stone hitting water it sunk.

She slowly turned her head out the window. It was like she could feel a pair of hatful eyes upon her. The hairs on her skin shot up, her body itched to move.

“Y/n are you listening.” She turned her gaze to Edwin quickly.

“Course I am.” She uttered softly. She hadn’t noticed that she’d moved from the desk. She shuffled, leaning against Edwin’s chair.

“Yes, well we need to discuss payment. We sometimes do pro bone work but in this instance,” Edwin’s words were cute off by Emma.

“Oh, but I'm just a young child trying desperately to help my new friend. How ever will I afford it?” Y/n laughed loudly at the girl as she leaned further into Edwin’s chair. Charles smirked softly as he stood to Edwin’s right. Edwin waved his hand slightly.

“Emma Your hairstyle and Victorian coin purse point to your death in the late 1800s. Meaning you're older than us, supernaturally speaking.” Y/n turned her head slightly.

Something was eating at her. There were eyes upon her. From every angle she could feel them. She did not like it.

“You've had plenty of time to learn how to exist as a ghost. You also have a knowledge of the arcane, as demonstrated

by the glowing magical squid as a pet. So...” Y/n turns her attention back to them again. Charles looked at her, his eyes having a hint of confusion.

“I suspect you have the means to pay.” Charles smiled widened at Edwin’s words.

“Next time you want to pull the helpless child act, maybe leave the magic squid at home, love.” Y/n said with a small smile, her sharp canines showing slightly.

“Fine, you twats. How much?” Emma asked. The trio exchanged smirks.

The dead boy and witch detectives had a new case.

…………………..

Y/n held into the bars as the train began to move again. She’d pulled most of her hair back and out of her face. Demons were messy, not easily subdued.

It was just her lucky demons seemed to be a special skill set of hers.

Charles and Edwin moved first. Grasping onto Crystal and drawing the rune. Y/n knelt by Edwin’s side as he finished the rune and Charles’s was sent flying.

She knelt on the ground as Crystal stuck to the floor growling. Red started to encase the struggling girl as Y/n moved her hands slightly. Slowly her eyes shifted into the color of blood as the train began to spin.

Y/n’s feet remained firmly planted on the ground as the boys fell and spun around. From the hole on the trian fell out ugly stinky wet fish. Y/m scrunched her face in disgust at the smell.

“The fish are washing away the runes!” Edwin yelled. With a wave of her hand the fish went flying away, hitting the windows as while flowers. Charles wu ily threw the white blanket with the runes drawn into it into Crystal.

As the train began to shift again Y/n held both boys in the air. Her magic encase them in a warm embrace, like a tight hug of red. She slowly lowered them next to her side with a small smile on her face.

As they all knelt down the blanket shot up, running out of the train. Crystal’s body shot up, fear and confusion laced in her face.

“It’s okay. It’s all right now, innit.” Charles said attempting to calm her.

“Your names Crystal right.” Y/n asked gently. She moved closer to the trembling girl helping her sit up properly. Demon possessions were always traumatic, in many ways.

“Yeah. Crystal Palace,” She paused at a loss for words. “Something… there’s uh… theres more to my name.” She stuttered. Y/n held onto her shoulders gently as she tried to speak. Her words would not form coherently.

“Oh, my god. Why can’t I remember?” She gasped leaning forwards as if to throw up.

“Probably a temporary side effect of the demonic possession. It will pass.” Edwin said softly. Y/n shock her head softly, most demon possessions didn’t result in a loss of memories. Sure the memories could become foggy but not truly lost.

Upon seeing the look on Y/n’s face Charles perked up, “You can stay at ours for a few days, until things come back to you.” Edwin cast Charles a sharp look.

“Usually not part of our services. We're the Dead Boy and Witch Detectives. We rescued you. You’re welcome.” Edwin said with a slight nod. Y/n softly rubbed her hands against Crystal’s arms.

“The Dead Boy and Witch Detectives?” She whispered faintly.

“It's aces, right? We're ghosts, she’s a witch and we solve mysteries.” Charles answered.

Crystal nodded, her face looking sickly.

“Oh, yeah. Ghosts. Witch. Got it. It's just a stupid fucking name.” The trio shared a sharp look. Y/n frowned, she thought the name was kinda clever.

#monty the crow x reader #monty finch x reader #monty the crow #dead boy detectives #dead boy detectives x reader #edwin payne x reader #charles rowland x reader #crystal palace x reader #niko sasaki x reader #SCYLLA

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thegr33nc0met · 11 months ago

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new twink just dropped. send in some requests.

(also accepting other characters for dbd)

#dead boy detectives #monty the crow #monty x reader #edwin payne x reader #charles rowland x reader #crystal palace x reader #jenny the butcher #niko sasaki #cat king #thomas the cat king

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remussl0vers · 10 months ago

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requesting guide

updated: 17.06.23

please make sure to read this before requesting anything — i'm hoping that you'll respect my boundaries on what am i comfortable with and with not writing.

MASTERLIST

I tend to curse often in my fics, and are usually comfortable with covering more serious topics, so make sure to check the content warning before hand. I always write warnings when I believe they're needed, but do let me know if you think something should be added!

also senders may request as many as they want <3

FORMS OF WRITING :

oneshot

imagine

headcanon

series

alphabet

I tend to write oneshots over 1000 words, so if you want feel free to specify if you want a long or short story.

CONTENT I WRITE :

fluff

angst

sensitive / triggering topics

gore

smut / spice

most tropes ( best at friends to lovers )

I'm pretty comfortable with writing sensitive topics as well as angst ( anyone who's read my works before will know that they're the things I write best ) however, if I'm not comfortable with the topic as a whole I will DM you, or possibly put it off for a while.

*If you have a writing prompt from somewhere as well, feel free to send it through !!

CHARACTERS :

male reader / ftm

gender neutral

genderfluid

original character

I do not write female readers / characters anymore. If there aren't specified pronouns then I will write it as a male character.

There are also some characters I only feel comfortable writing for with a male reader/character and vice versa, which I'll note who.

PAIRINGS :

love interests

platonic

family

polyamorous ships ; depends on the character

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE :

support of homophobia, transphobia, fatphobia, racism, sexism, pedophilia, incest ; if they're mentioned in a request in terms of the character being bullied / abused ( in the past ) then i may write it but NOT explicitly, only a mention

a pairing against a character's canon sexuality

rape

pregnancy

female reader

anime

WHO I WRITE FOR :

DEAD BOY DETECTIVES :

charles rowland

edwin payne

monty

niko sasaki ( not romantic )

crystal palace ( not romantic )

DESCENDANTS :

ben beast

harry hook

carlos de vil

jay

mal bertha

evie grimhilde

LOCKWOOD & CO :

anthony lockwood

lucy carlyle

george karim

quill kipps ( friends / family only )

MARAUDERS :

remus lupin

sirius black

regulus black

james potter

lily evans ( not romantic )

evan rosier

barty crouch jr

marlene mckinnon ( not romantic )

dorcas meadows ( not romantic )

pandora lovegood ( not romantic )

mary mcdonald ( not romantic )

MARVEL :

peter parker / spiderman ( tom and andrew )

loki laufeyson

kate bishop

yelena belova ( not romantic )

steve rogers

bucky barnes

pietro maximoff

wanda maximoff

valkyrie ( not romantic )

natasha romanoff

tony stark ( not romantic )

gwen stacy ( emma stone )

gwen stacy ( atsv )

*marvel and particularly the mcu is a fandom i'm more comfortable with than most, so if there is a character not listed, then i may or may not write for them

NARNIA :

prince caspian

peter pevensie

edmund pevensie ( only during dawn treader )

SHADOW AND BONE / SIX OF CROWS :

kaz brekker

inej ghafa

jesper fahey

wylan van eck

nina zenik

alina starkov

nikolai lantsov

genya safin ( not romantic )

matthias helvar

STRANGER THINGS :

steve harrington

jonathon byers

max mayfield

robin buckley ( not romantic )

TEEN WOLF :

stiles stilinski ( *i will take most/all dylan obrien characters )

isaac lahey

scott mccall

liam dunbar ( not romantic )

allison argent

malia tate

lydia martin ( not romantic )

kira yukimura

derek hale

THE HUNGER GAMES :

finnick odair

peeta mellark

katniss everdeen

THE MAZE RUNNER :

newt

thomas

minho

X-MEN :

logan howlett

charles xavier ( james mcavoy )

jean grey

mystique

rogue

erik lehnsherr ( not romantic )

wade wilson / deadpool

kitty pryde

bobby drake

*FANDOMS COMING SOON : PJO, DISNEY, HANNIBAL

#requests #send as many as you want #pls

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moonyswritinq · 3 months ago

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How about an enemies/rivals to lovers with the cat king and a male reader? Idk why their rivals, maybe the reader is dog person?? or just REALLY hates cats. You really get as much creative liberty as you want. I'm not very good at requesting pr coming up with ideas, sorry.

cat got your tongue — the cat king x male reader

❝ CAT GOT YOUR TONGUE ❞

SYNOPSIS ➢ You’ve never been fond of cats. The little pests always drove you insane. Which is why, when encountering the bloody Cat King, you are even less happy to be stuck in Port Townsend. What started as distaste for the man slowly turns into him becoming a distraction—a rather nice one that you start looking forwards to.

PAIRING ➢ thomas the cat king x male reader

CONTENT WARNING ➢enemies to lovers, harsh language, hate towards cats (yes it deserves a warning), graphic and explicit gore (the body at the cat king’s lair), suggestive content, kissing, tension, flirting, use of y/n

WORD COUNT ➢10 k

AUTHORS NOTE ➢ GUESS WHO GOT CARRIED AWAY AGAIN? your one and only. sorry this is a bloody bible, and that it took forever to write. this hurt a bit because I love cats, but I also love enemies/rivals to lovers so shjshdjhsj. enjoy!

MASTERLIST, TAGLIST

You sneered at the tabby cat at your feet, kicking it gently off of your leg. It had tried to rub against you, which you knew was its way of marking you and showing affection. It was disgusting and you had half a mind to kick it harder. As if reading your thoughts, a ginger cat, perched on a large throne-like chair in the middle of the room, hissed in warning.

Edwin had warned you that this was a matter of diplomacy and to let him do the talking, and despite your usual favour to physicalities you decided to heed his words. So you merely rolled your eyes and let the cat be.

As your group had entered the building, the length of a warehouse stretched before you, a cat surrounding you from every direction. A group of them dispersed from a throne as you neared it, revealing a half-eaten human body laying before it. The skin around the all too visible bones had been picked off and was seen hanging in thin threads, more a skeleton than a body. Chunks of meat was completely missing in some areas and spilling out of it along with blood colouring the wooden floor—one of its eyes had been dragged out of its socket and probably played with like some toy. The sight of it made your stomach turn, almost to the point of looking away. The others groaned behind you and you heard Crystal let out a silent gasp.

“What’s wrong? Just a bunch of cats,” one of the cats commented, the smart-mouthed bastard.

Your urge to kick it overcame you once again—this time even stronger. Edwin seemed to sense it and held out a hand to halt your step, then glanced uncertainly towards the cat on the throne.

“We were invited to see the Cat King,” he said.

You turned your gaze to the throne to find cloud of purple flames erupting from the throne and then a man sitting in the place of the earlier cat, your own mouth opening in a surprised gasp.

“What? Never seen a handsome man before?” his lulling voice asked, winking in your direction. You promptly shut your mouth with a scoff.

“Can all cats do that?” asked Crystal from beside you.

The man laughed dryly. “‘Can all cats do that?’” he repeated, leaning his cheek on his hand. “Of course not! I’m the Cat King.” His glance shifted between the four of you. “I can tell you’re not the brains of the operation. Nor the looks. But who is, then?”

One of your eyebrows raised at his question and he caught your gaze, eyes raking over your figure as his smiled widened. The weight of his gaze made heat travel up your neck but you ignored it in favour of letting your face settle into a grim stare. The Cat King seemed unaffected by your reaction—or he chose to ignore it—and merely yawned.

“Sorry, I’m already bored,” he chuckled, turning in the direction of one of his cats. “Which one of them used the magic on you?”

The cat that had spoken before opened his mouth again, nodding in Edwin’s direction. “The scrawny one that just had the nerve to talk to you.”

The Cat King tilted his head and let out a soft, “Oh.” His eyes briefly glanced in your direction again. “Shame.”

Edwin cleared his throat and gestured to the other three of you. “We are the Dead Boy Detectives, we’re solving a mystery—”

“Oh, I don’t care,” interrupted the Cat King. “Using magic on my cats is a total car crash on your part. We…” he paused to stand up, rising to his full impressive height, “should discuss your offence.” His eyes jumped between you and Edwin before taking a step down from his pedestal and uttering the final word. “Privately.”

You felt yourself scowling and then adverting your eyes from him with a swallow of your throat. For whatever reason, you were not sure.

“Oi,” said Charles, drawing out bat from his backpack. “He’s not going anywhere with you.”

Your eyebrows raised alongside Edwin’s and sighed, before he motioned to step aside.

“Charles, come here,” said Edwin and walked away from the Cat King. You followed him together with Charles and Crystal, and once out of earshot he lowered his voice. “Perhaps a conversation is the play here.”

Crystal shook her head at Edwin. “I agree with Charles. Let’s just kick cats until we’re out.”

“Yeah, fuck ‘em,” you chimed in, before shooting a glance at the nearest cat and the thought of lowering your voice even further entered your mind. “They’re all savages, they can’t be diplomatic.”

“Do you two want to end up like him?” hissed Edwin, gesturing to the body behind him. Your glance followed his and again you were overcome by the urge to vomit. He kept talking in a hushed whisper. “Not to mention, cat scratches are like poison to ghosts. There are too many cats here who seem to know that.”

Charles seemed to contemplate Edwin’s words. His eyes briefly flickered towards the Cat King before letting out an already resigned sigh. “I don’t like the look of him.”

Edwin met his eye with confidence. “I am perfectly capable of handling this,” he said.

“So, telling secrets about me already,” said the deep voice belonging to the Cat King. You sent a murderous glare over your shoulder before turning back.

“Quiet bastard.” You rolled your eyes.

You heard his chuckle behind you, being able to picture his smug smile all too clearly. “What can I say? It’s the cat in me.”

“Clearly,” you muttered.

“Am I sensing some animosity?” asked the Cat King, his voice closer than before. You hadn’t heard him walk closer, but again, he was half a cat. You turned to face him fully, raising an eyebrow at him. He was leaning forward with his hands behind his back, a suspiciously innocent expression on his face.

“So, you’re not as stupid as you look,” you said with the ugliest scowl you could muster.

He winced, although you didn’t miss the way his lips tugged upwards. “Ouch.”

“Look, just take care of what you have to do and we can get out of this cat-infested hell-hole,” you said, throwing your arms out in exasperation.

“You don’t like cats?” asked the Cat King. There seemed to be genuine surprise on his face.

“Would I like getting run over by a ten ton truck filled with lighter fluid and then set on fire with me under it?” you retorted. Your voice was dripping with sarcastic poison and you couldn’t help but to roll your eyes. “What kind of question is that? Of course I don’t like cats.”

The Cat King tilted his head. You might have imagined it, but you thought you saw his brows furrow into a slight frown. “Hm. Strangely specific.” He looked as if he was going to say something more but instead he turned his attention to Edwin with an easy smile, as if he had not heard your words even to begin with. “Let’s get this over with, shall we?”

“Don’t you dare try any funny business,” warned Charles, holding out the bat threateningly at him.

You saw the Cat King sigh smugly, a last glance thrown your way that made you advert your eyes, before a cloud of purple smoke engulfed him and Edwin and they were both gone. Immediately, Charles tried to rush forward, grabbing hold of nothing. He turned around to the two of you with a desperation you had not before seen in his face.

“Look, calm down, mate,” you started saying, reaching out a hand to hold his shoulder. He slumped against your grasp and met your gaze with the most pathetic look you had ever seen. You led him to sit down on one of the crates, the cats dispersing now that the Cat King was resolving the problem.

“He’ll be fine,” said Crystal, sitting down on the other side of him. “He’s Edwin.”

“You’re right,” agreed Charles, rubbing a hand against the bridge of his nose. “I’m just so used to looking after him it feels strange to not be able to protect him against this cat bloke.”

You continued to rub a hand across his back and said in the most comforting tone you could muster, “If it’s to any consolation, I don’t think the Cat King will try to harm Edwin. Judging by the looks of him, he seems to want compensation in, er, other ways.”

His head whipped towards you with a raised eyebrow. “What does that mean?”

“I, er—”

Your hand halted uncertain in it tracks and you suddenly had trouble finding your voice. How could you tell Charles what you meant without disturbing anything in his and Edwin’s relationship? It would be much easier to let the two boys solve it themselves than crudely spitting out the fact that the ‘cat bloke wants to fuck your mate’. Luckily, Crystal came to your aid by distracting Charles with asking about his magical backpack and you were free to roam the warehouse.

There were no more cats in sight for you to kick your frustrations out on, despite the warning gaze of the Cat King that appeared in your mind would they have been there. For what seemed like hours, the three of you waited for Edwin’s return, filling the time with mindless chatter and recounting past cases and answering any questions voiced by Crystal. Your skin crawled at the eerie feeling of the warehouse. It made you painfully aware of every sound or movement, waiting for the swarm of cats to come back and attack you. You equally dreaded and weirdly looked forward to seeing the Cat King again.

Finally, long after the sun had already gone up and spread its orange glow through the open doors of the warehouse, Edwin returned. The space didn’t make shivers travel down your spine anymore, but felt rather homely with the bright light. You and the others had settled down on a few crates nearby, but by the resounding crack and Edwin’s form suddenly visible through a cloud of purple, you jumped into action.

“Edwin!” shouted Charles, running over to him. “Where have you been?”

Edwin frowned at him. “Only been gone a few moments.”

“No, you’ve been gone for literal hours,” answered Charles, frowning as he tilted his head. “Are you all right, mate?

You felt the hairs at the back of your neck rise in suspicion as you regarded him. “Where’s the Cat King?” you asked him, looking around as if the man would appear behind you at the mere mention of him.

“Probably where I left him, still scheming or something of the sort,” he muttered and glanced away with clear discomfort.

“And, um, what is that on your wrist?” added Crystal, drawing the attention to the hand that Edwin had raised. Gleaming, a golden bracelet shone on his wrist, the image of a cat eating its own tail. You scoffed and rolled your eyes. Ouroboros. Usually, you enjoyed the symbol, but coming from the Cat King it just seemed like another slap in the face. Especially as it meant you were all now stuck in this damned town. Together with him and his scoundrel cats.

- - -

One. Ten. Twenty-four. Forty-six. Eighty-nine. One hundred. Eventually, Edwin’s count reached one hundred and thirty-seven. One hundred and thirty-seven cats in Port Townsend had been found so far. You would normally say it was impressive for only a few days of searching for cats, but this town seemed to be filled to the brim with them. You would have more trouble trying not to find a cat somewhere you went. God knew how long it could take to count them all. It didn’t help that trouble seemed to be extraordinarily good at finding the five of you, now with Niko within your midst. The stress was getting to you as you stood waiting outside the butcher shop, the bridge of your nose pinched between your fingers and your mind starting to imagine shadows following you out of the corner of your eye.

“One hundred and thirty-eight, one hundred and thirty-nine,” said Edwin from next to you, putting his fingers to his temple. You scoffed and gave the cat nearest to you a harsh glare. It jumped off the fence, after Edwin had counted it of course, and ran off around the corner.

You turned to Edwin. “Better get a hurry on with counting all those cats, mate. They’re everywhere.”

“What do you think I am doing, hm?” he asked, raising an eyebrow defiantly at you.

You gave him a glance over, noting that the book in his hand was not related to the case, but rather to astrology. It was your turn to raise an eyebrow, pointedly looking at the book. It seemed that he was not fully focused on the cat-counting but had other things on his mind—more specifically, other people on his mind. Edwin avoided your gaze with an uncomfortable clearing of his throat, just as Charles came out of the shop, with Crystal and Niko in tow.

“So,” started Charles, bringing his hands together, “Shall we get a crack on with the case, then?”

Edwin threw a brief glance in your direction and nodded promptly. He immediately put the book in Charles’ infinite book bag, ignoring the questioning glance he received from the other ghost.

“Don’t forget to count the cats,” you said to him. He rolled his eyes and Charles smiled brightly, cocking his head and taking off along the street. Crystal glanced at you as you made to follow, immediately feeling better to be on the move. Niko bounded over to the other side of you, nudging your side.

“What’s got you so depressed?” she asked suddenly.

“I’m not depressed,” you muttered.

Crystal shook her head. “No, but you’re something. C’mon, you can tell us.”

Your glance jumped to the two ghosts ahead of you, making sure they were out of earshot before replying. “I don’t mean to blame Edwin or anything, but I really don’t like being stuck in this town.” Another shadow at the edge of your vision had you craning your neck only to see nothing there. “I just want him to count all the cats so we can get out of it.”

Crystal and Niko seemed to share a look you could not make out the meaning of.

“Why is that?” asked Crystal. You raised an eyebrow at her. “I mean, we all want to get out of this place before something more dangerous happens, but you’re in an unusual hurry.”

You sighed. “How do you know I’m not always in a hurry, Crystal? We haven’t known each other for that long, y’know.”

“No, something else is up,” she said, her eyes narrowing in suspicion.

Niko nudged your side again, piping in. “She’s right. I know I don’t know you that well either but you keep jumping at every cat you see. And in my opinion as a detective, that is very strange behaviour.”

You glared at her out of the corner of your eye, or as much of a glare you could muster to counter her bubbly smile. “Er—great detective work, Niko.”

Her smile widened.

“Fine.” You let out a long sigh, again making sure the dead boys could not hear you. “It’s just— I really don’t like cats. And I suppose the whole Cat King ordeal set me a bit on edge.”

“Huh.” Was all Crystal muttered before she shrugged and said, with as much nonchalance as possible, “Thought the Cat King would have something to do with it.”

You cocked your head in her direction. “And what do you mean by that?”

She shrugged again. “I’m not blind, y’know. I saw the way he was looking at you. And the way you were looking at him.”

“Ooh, do I sense some love in the air?” Niko let out a soft coo.

Your steps fully halted as your brain processed their words. Your surprised gawk turned into a scowl as you stared at them both. Love? Between you and the Cat King? What? Both Niko and Crystal had stopped when you did, waiting expectantly for you to continue.

“What? No. Absolutely-bloody-not,” you bit out venomously.

A deep breath later and your feet started moving faster than before, now wanting to outrun the conversation with the girls. But they matched your steps, albeit with a bit of difficulty,

“Come on, you can’t deny that he was definitely flirting with you,” teased Niko, sending a playful wink your way.

“Perhaps so.” You shrugged. “But I’m sure it was like any other usual game for him.”

“Maybe it was, but what if it wasn’t?”

You let out an annoyed sigh. “Even so, he’s the Cat King. And I hate cats. He literally stands for everything I despise.”

“So what you’re saying is that without the cat part you find him attractive?” Crystal said, her tone frustratingly implying something that was simply not there.

“Wha—that’s not what I’m saying! I—er,” You let out a frustrated groan and ran a hand down your face. “Listen, it doesn’t matter what I think. What matters is that he’s the reason we’re all stuck in this town and that is reason enough to hate him.”

Your feet started moving faster to catch up with Charles and Edwin, thankfully escaping the row of questioning the girls had sent you through. What was even so interesting that they would feel the need to do that? All of it only to find out how much you hated cats, and the Cat King in association. Sure, he had looked at you with a glint in his eye, something that told you of hidden secrets untold, just laying in wait for someone to come and unravel him. And you had felt an unfamiliar warmth against your cheeks, something you hadn’t felt since you first met Charles and he had flirted with you—a crush that you had very quickly gotten over as soon as you noticed the lingering glances between him and Edwin, might you add. But it did not change the fact that the Cat King had trapped Edwin, and the rest of you, in Port Townsend—and that could not change your distaste for him.

“There it is,” Niko suddenly exclaimed from behind you. She was pointing to the large lighthouse in the distance. Point No Point Lighthouse. As your eyes flew to the top, you spotted a woman clad in a white gown climbing the fence.

“Hey,” said Crystal, feet starting to move hurriedly towards it. “Get down from there!”

Before any of you could even think to intervene, she had let go of the railing and plummeted to the water. Your head turned away from the sight when you heard the unintelligible splash of the waves as her body hit it. You dared open one eye to the lighthouse again, afraid that if you looked another human would spawn at the top only to fall to their death. Nothing of the sort was there. Instead, stood only a regular lighthouse, seemingly unaware of the tragedy that just took place.

“What the actual fuck?” you let out in a breath.

Ever so the detective, Edwin got to work immediately, as if he hadn’t just seen a woman take her own life. He started compiling questions to ask the ghosts of the leapers, who now sat at the stone fence facing the ocean. Suddenly, a sharp pain erupted through your leg, causing you to cry out.

“Ow—bloody hell!” You looked down to see the cause for the sudden burning on your leg—a cat. You kicked the thing off of you, glaring at it as it ran away.

“One hundred and forty-two,” said Charles as soon as his eyes landed on the cat.

You looked to where the cat had disappeared—or rather not disappeared, as it had stopped at the corner of the path. It sat there, looking back at you expectantly. It was almost as if it was waiting, and you had a small hunch that it would not go away until you followed it. You let out a deep sigh and started walking towards it.

“Wait a tick, I’ll be right back,” you said, throwing one last glance behind you before following the cat.

“What was that about?” Crystal’s voice asked behind you. You could imagine the receiving shrug Charles gave her before you trudged away.

The longer you walked for, letting the cat lead the way through the winding forestry, the suspicion of where you were heading only grew. And a small part of you, as much as you hated to admit it, was intrigued to what you would find waiting for you. When you reached what seemed to be a lookout point made up of a stone ledge and a low fence surrounding the edge, you let out a deep sigh at the sight of the Cat King. He was laying on his side, one knee up in the air which showed off the skin on his legs that weren’t covered by white socks and a black skirt. His fur coat was open to reveal the golden shirt under it—which was painfully formfitting, as well. A roguish smile played on his lips as his eyes searched your figure up and down.

You scowled at him. “A note would suffice. The cat scratch was unnecessary.”

His eyebrows raised. “In my experience, guys like you enjoy a little bit of rough play, “ he said. He let his legs swing down and he sat up straight. A cat looking at his treat.

Your face twisted in disgust. “‘Guys like me’, what is that supposed to mean?”

“I’m sure you can figure that out on your own.” He sent you a wink. It made you roll your eyes.

“Reckon you should bother Edwin with this instead? After all, he’s the one under your spell and counting your cats,” you said, taking a step forward and crossing your arms across your chest.

“I will deal with Edwin in due time,” replied the Cat King. He stood up to his full height, a tad taller than you, and started slowly walking towards you. “Right now, I would rather bother you.”

You watched him step closer, circling your body with the featherlight touch of his hand caressing your shoulder.

“Figures,” you muttered.

He came to a halt in front of you, one hand still on your shoulder. “Don’t you enjoy my company?” he asked in faux concern, his eyebrows furrowed.

You did not let yourself believe his play. “Not in the slightest.”

“Ouch, I’m hurt.” His hand moved to grasp his chest where his heart was—if he even had one, that is—and turned away from you. You did not miss the playful glint in his golden eyes.

“Sure, you are,” you said rather matter-of-factly. “For what it’s worth, Edwin’s counted one hundred and forty-two cats.”

The Cat King let out a dry bark of a laugh. “There are absolutely not one hundred and forty-two cats. That is not even nowhere close.”

You threw your arms out in exasperation. “Well, what do you expect when you give him such an impossible task?” you said as your glare hardened. “Is this all only to amuse you?”

“Yes.” His head tilted to the side as he seemed to analyse you. A pause. “And it gives me more time with you.”

Your lips pressed together to keep your reply quiet.

“What? Cat got your tongue?” His words flowed from his mouth like velvet and his smile was all too inviting.

“Clever,” you answered, voice dripping in sarcasm.

He shrugged and smiled coyly. “I try.”

When the eye contact became too painful for you to bear, your eyes glanced away into the faraway trees. You could see his proud smirk out of the corner of your eye and it made your frustration bubble up to the surface with a quickness and fierceness that surprised even you.

Your breath came out in one sharp burst as you turned to him again. “Look, this might all seem like one big game for you, but surprise!—it’s not. Being stuck in this mindless town could actually result in real danger coming to find us.” You forced him to meet your gaze with the seriousness of your voice. “We need to leave.”

But of course he could not stay serious for even one second. He simply waved away your words and smiled.“Oh, don’t sell yourself short. I’m sure whatever trouble finds your way you are more than capable to deal with.”

A frustrated sigh escaped your lips. “Your opinion on whether I can handle it or not does not matter. Your opinion does not matter.”

The Cat King stopped in his motion, turning to face you fully. His head tilted to the side, golden eyes narrowed.“If it’s so dangerous for you here, why don’t you just leave? After all, you’re not the one bound to this town.”

“Er—” you began, but quickly shut your mouth. His words made you hesitate. You weren’t about spill your guts out to this complete stranger.

“I would make another ‘cat got your tongue’ joke but I don’t want to be redundant,” he said, still smiling. You watched him walk closer to you, one of his hands reaching to run up your chest before stopping to rest against the nape of your neck. The touch was warm and light, and you hated how you had to stop yourself from leaning into it. Almost as if he could sense your thoughts, he smiled and leant closer so that you could almost count the specks of orange in his golden eyes. “There’s something else that is keeping you here.”

“You’re despicable,” you spit out.

The Cat King simply tilted his head, almost as if in sympathy, before letting his finger run across your lips. “Tell me.”

You were too slow in pulling away from him, and his rough finger made contact. A cold sensation spread over your lips, not uncomfortable but tingling with unfamiliarity. You opened your mouth to spit out another insult but felt the words stick to your throat, like a stubborn mouthful of honey. You were unable to utter them. Instead, as if someone had reached down your throat and pulled the words right out of your heart, the truth tumbled out.

“I—I owe Charles and Edwin my life.”

The Cat King’s eyes widened and his smile turned into a frown.

“Oh, that’s not what I expected.”

As easily as the earlier words had come out, the rest of the truth poured out of your lips as well. “Without them, I would have died back in London.” You took a shaky breath, glancing away from the Cat King’s demanding gaze. “I thought it only fair to help them with their cases and save other lives. Well, ghost lives.”

He nodded, seeming to think about your words. Then, his smile returned, sly as ever. “Hm, and are you sure a part of you staying here is also not because you are intrigued by me?”

You were unable to stop the laugh that escaped you. “By you? Fuck no. By this situation? Slightly. But now I’ve found out you’re only a pathetic man who likes to play games because daddy didn’t give him enough attention as a child.” You walked closer to him as you spoke, a finger jabbing his chest to punctuate your point.

“Okay, wow, a bit hurtful, don’t y—”

“You’re the furthest from any reason to stay in this town,” you bit out. The truth wouldn’t stop. You kept on walking, forcing him backwards. His smile had slipped completely and some part of you felt grimly satisfied at seeing his facade crumble. “I would never fancy the sorts of you. Please get that through your head, you arrogant arsehole.”

“Oh.” Was all he responded with. His face seemed to have fallen a bit, and he was avoiding your eye, but with the usual grimace he kept on his lips you couldn’t be sure. With a wave of his fingers, the spell that had latched upon your lips dispersed into the air without so much as a trace. “Okay. Well, I won’t bother you much more then.”

You nodded numbly, turning to walk away.

The sound of his deep voice halted your steps.“Just remember to tell Edwin to keep counting the cats.”

You nodded again while letting your feet show you the way back. Your mind couldn’t let go of the Cat King’s face when you had told him off. It had felt wrong coming out of your mouth, even though the thoughts had felt completely right while in your head. And you knew they were truthful, thanks to the spell, but even then it had surprised you how much distaste you held for the man. And the simple fact of uttering those words to the Cat King’s face made them turn sour on your tongue. They left a bad aftertaste in your mouth, not unlike when you would forget to brush your teeth in the morning and could practically feel them rotting away.

It made you feel weirdly uncomfortable on the walk back to the others. You weren’t sure on the fact that you did not regret the words, and you weren’t sure if they were entirely so truthful anymore.

- - -

The following days trudged by slowly. Case after case distracted your mind from your earlier interaction with the Cat King, but the thought of it never fully disappeared. Had you been too harsh? No, he was a fully grown man, he could take a bit of criticism.

But despite this, your mind was painfully reminded of him every time you went outside. Before meeting him at the lighthouse, you could spot a cat on every corner of the town, making it remarkably easy for Edwin to get his count of cats into the hundreds. After, there was none to be seen, at all. You thought you had seen the tip of a cat’s tail disappearing around a street corner the other day but other than that, the Cat King had kept his promise of not bothering you—which had apparently extended to all of his cats. Somehow, that bothered you more and even made you miss the creeping bastards.

“Still one hundred and forty-two!” complained Edwin, throwing himself into a nearby armchair. “I’ve yet to see even one more cat since that lighthouse case. How am I supposed to count more cats when I can’t find any more of them?”

Charles’ brows furrowed and he turned to you. “What more did the Cat King say when you met him?”

You had told them of your interaction with the Cat King—well, not the full truth of it. But the barest minimum so that they could get the gist of it. Now, they were all looking at you expectantly.

“Oh, er, that was all, really.” You shrugged. “Just that there were more cats and to tell Edwin to keep counting.”

The answer seemed unsatisfying to Edwin, but there was not much more he could do. He merely shrugged and gestured for Charles to go on with the current case, something about two football players who had been murdered. Without thinking, you opened your mouth.

“I could go talk to him.”

“What?” they asked in unison.

“Yeah, what?” Crystal repeated, her narrowed eyes seeming to scrutinise you.

You screwed your eyes up in frustration, internally cursing at yourself. “I just meant that if there are no cats to be counted we can’t get rid of that bracelet, can we? So, I just thought that if Edwin can’t find any there must be a reason for it. I can go talk to him—to the Cat King, I mean.”

They all shared a hesitant glance.

“I don’t know,” said Charles. “He’s probably just playing another game with us.”

“Yeah,” chimed Crystal in. “I don’t trust him.”

You sighed. “Me neither, but we can either wait and hope for the best before something else comes and drags you back to the afterlife, or we can try to take care of it so we can get out of this town.”

“He does have a point,” said Edwin, head resting in his hand.

Crystal stood up from her seat, nodding in your direction. “Okay, but I’m coming with you.”

“No!” you said, before clearing your throat when she glared at you. “I just mean that you are needed for this case, is all. I’ll be OK.”

Her gaze was scrutinising and you had to fight not to fidget under it. Even though you had no ulterior motives, her glare made you want to admit the ones she obviously thought she could sense in your mind. “Fine,” she finally said, sitting down again.

Edwin gave you a curt nod before looking down at his notebook. Charles held your gaze for longer.

“Be careful,” he said.

You tried your best to send him your most convincing smile, but you had a feeling he wasn’t buying it. “Always am.”

With those words, you turned on your heel and started walking in the direction of the Cat King’s hideout. Your initial impression of it still remained strong—that it seemed very rundown for a so-called King. Now knowing the Cat King, you would have expected something much more glamorous and proper for his home.

Walking inside the warehouse, you noted that it was shockingly empty. Completely void of any signs of cats and the Cat King nowhere to be found. A small part of you was mildly relieved by the absence of them, but the emptiness filled you with an eerie chill. You picked your way around the space, trying to find any other place he could be hiding. It led you to a door you had not noticed before, surprising considering the intricacy of it. You grasped the golden handle and slowly wedged the door open, peering in carefully. You weren’t sure what you would find, but would rather not be caught off guard.

As soon as the door had been opened, a cat slipped through the small gap, making you jump back in surprise. The red light from the room coloured the floor and after a quick breath, you collected yourself enough to walk through, ready for any more cats who might have been hiding inside.

The first thing you saw was the big glowing neon light on the wall, the crown shining a bright red and a cyan ring surrounding it. It was almost mesmerizing in its simplicity and bathed the room in its colours. The second thing that drew your eye was the half-naked body of the Cat King. He was sprawled back on a circular bed, his legs tangled into the dark sheets and his robe casually hanging off one shoulder. His abs were on full display and it took every ounce of your willpower to ignore the flip your stomach made at the sight and raise your eyes to his face. His was turned away, eyes closed and seemingly oblivious to your presence. It allowed you to drink in every small detail of him under the neon lights, eyes jumping from the heaving of his chest, to the small scar on his lip, to his messed up hair and lingering all too long on the edge between his exposed skin and boxers. The whole sight seemed so perfect to you, you could almost believe it was effortless on his behalf.

“Fucking hell, Thomas,” he muttered quietly to himself, rubbing a hand over his eyes and growling out a sigh.

But then his eyes opened and found you, skulking in the shadows like an uninvited guest. You did not feel far off from some kind of pervert, especially when his display had caused warmth to pool in your gut and your cheeks definitely a shade darker than before. His eyes widened, and before he had time to try to cover up or say something you stepped forward into the light.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb.”

You tried desperately not to let your eyes wander south of his face, but it was difficult. He was the Cat King, yes, which meant he was an arse—and what else you had called him only a few days earlier. But bathed under the light like this and without having said anything stupid, you also realised he was hot. So bloody hot. So you swallowed and stepped even closer, suddenly nervously aware of yourself in comparison to him.

His head tilted and he sat up in a cross legged position, the robe almost falling off of him before he caught it and hung it on his shoulder again. A part of you wished he had let it go.

The Cat King glanced around before answering. “No worries, I, uh—I was not expecting you. It’s usually not this messy.”

Your brows furrowed in question and he cocked his head to the side of the room. It was first then that you realised the room was a fucking mess. Old takeout food had been left around, clothes strewn across the place and a few random cat toys laying around. You hadn’t even noticed it before due to the distraction that was the Cat King. As you met his gaze again he looked at you weirdly, eyes scrunched and brows knit together. It made you want to scratch at the shivers that traveled down your spine, weirdly self conscious under his pinned gaze. Then he shook his head and that easy smile was spread across his lips again. It seemed more empty though, but you could never be sure when it came to him.

“Not that I am complaining. Thought I wouldn’t see you again, so this is definitely a welcome change,” he said, leaning back on his elbows again. His knee was lifted into the air, swaying back and forth the same way a cat’s tail would when it was playing with its victim.

You tried to ignore the scratching at your throat and burning ears, meeting the Cat King’s gaze. “That’s why I came here. You have been avoiding m—us.”

If he noticed your slip up, he didn’t comment on it. He simply sighed and stood up from his bed. “You made it pretty clear you wanted nothing to do with me. So, as long as you are in this town, you won’t see me around.”

You watched him walk around the room, gathering the old boxes and throwing them into a rubbish bin. “I didn’t think that would apply to your cats as well.”

He halted, with his back to you, but you could clearly discern the tension in his shoulder. Then he released a deep sigh and angled his head towards the ceiling. “You noticed, then.”

“Of course, we noticed! Without counting all your cats, we’re still stuck here,” you said, arms crossed over your chest. “Something I don’t think you really mind.”

He tilted his head back to look at you over his shoulder, and right then and there it hit you how beautiful his eyes were. Deep swirling pools of gold, reflecting the neon crown beside him, and holding more secrets than you could ever try to figure out during your lifetime. He smiled, but it was different than how his other smiles were. This one didn’t made crows feet appear around his eyes or dimples in his cheeks. And it seemed sad, almost, in the way it couldn’t reach his dark eyes. It was gone as quick as it had appeared.

“I’ll allow them outside again for Edwin to count,” came his reply. You didn’t know whether to thank him for something he should already be doing or just leave. You settled on the former.

“Thank you. Er, it’s very kind of you.”

He turned back around, tilting his head. “Sure.”

You stood still for a moment, unsure of whether to leave or say something else. You could feel the tension in the air, something hanging heavy between you but unable to place your finger on what. After a moment, the Cat King sighed and plopped himself down on his bed.

“Will you please leave me to my self wallowing in peace?” he asked, a tone of sarcasm lacing his words. “I’d rather not have an audience.”

You didn’t trust your voice to speak for you. Only glancing back at him briefly, eyes traveling over his figure one last time and then hastily leaving the room. You thought you saw him deflate, as if he had been hoping for you to do the opposite of what he’d asked. You shook the thought away.

Finally outside the room, it was then that you could breathe freely and relax, his eyes no longer bearing into you. You could only hope that you hadn’t made a fool of yourself—or if you had, that the image wouldn’t last too long in his memory. The image of him, though, sprawled across the bed, had been seared into your mind and did not seem to be able to leave your thoughts. The way his voice had lowered when he thought he was the only audience to himself, that deep grovel in his voice that had your cheeks warming up instantly. You could almost imagine him speaking into your ear that way, whispering filthy things and pulling your waist closer to him.

You blinked the thoughts away, mildly surprised at the appearance of them. The other part of you knew why they were there and a solemn dread washed upon you. Bloody hell. You were attracted to the Cat King.

- - -

Fuck, he thought. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Why did you need to have gone to see him?

Thomas was humiliated. Every time he had met you, every move of his had been calculated. His outfit, always carefully curated to show off enough of him without being slutty. His hair, styled to frame his face and curled beautifully to make his eyes glow. His smile, ever so roguishly handsome to seem alluring yet mysterious. And his words always thought out before they left his mouth.

But after that afternoon at the lighthouse when he had finally found out how you felt, he hadn’t been bothered to care. And now you had seen him like that; a complete mess. He couldn’t get the image of you standing in his room out of his head, looking as handsome as ever, your head tilted to the side. It was impossible to discern your thoughts through those deep eyes. Had he proven you right—shown you that he really was as disgusting and despicable as you thought? Did you still hate him?

Of course you did. What a silly question. There was no point wondering. Even if he couldn’t read your mind he was quite certain what thoughts would have been running through your head—‘What a mess’, ‘I can’t believe how pathetic he is’, ‘I am so glad to be rid of him’. Your conversation had made it clear to him that you wanted nothing to do with him.

He rubbed a hand across his face, body still splayed across his bed. Gods. You had rejected him and still he couldn’t stop thinking about you. What was wrong with him?

He couldn’t believe himself. Thomas had only thought it a game between you two. Of course, he was infatuated with you, but he would never have imagined that you weren’t enjoying the play between the two of you. Hearing your brutally honest thoughts of him had stumped that belief. However ridiculous that belief had been.

And now—now, he wasn’t sure what to do with himself.

Thomas couldn’t keep wallowing in his den of self-pity, that was for certain. Despite your rejection, he could not let that defer him from projecting his most amazing self. He shook the cat off his lap and rose to his full height, taking in the mess around him. How could he so easily have let you affect him? Who was he kidding, of course he knew how. The moment his eyes had landed on you, he knew it was over for him. That easy smile, your deep gaze, the way you held yourself. How could he not have fallen?

He had done everything in his power to try to win you over—well the only way he knew how. And it hadn’t been enough. He wasn’t enough. The thought hurt him more than he cared to admit. Your rejection hurt him more than he cared to admit.

He had focused so much on you ever since he met you that now he didn’t know what to do. He would return to his usual self and life, he supposed, but he knew his thoughts wouldn’t let you go so easily. When putting together his outfit, he couldn’t help but question what you would think of it—or more important, of him in it.

Dammit. He had to stop thinking about you or he would never be able to go on with his usual life. He had a mission to do and a certain ghost to help. He couldn’t—wouldn’t—let thoughts of you stray him away.

- - -

The thought of the Cat King would not leave your head. Ever since that day, seeing him like that, and coming to the realisation that you indeed fancied him, you had not been able to get him out of your mind. It was infuriating how easy your thoughts returned to him at even the slightest reminder. Even if the sun reflected a certain colour of gold in water, the image of his beautiful eyes would be brought forth.

You were quite sure you had been able to hide your growing attraction for him, though. The Cat King himself had not bothered you any more and the rest of the Dead Boy Detective Agency had not caught on either—what you knew of, at least. Crystal had not hinted at anything more and neither had Niko, and you weren’t sure if you were grateful or disappointed by the fact.

It did not matter, you decided, because you had been fully occupied by the case at hand. The boys were in especial danger from this species of ghost-eating fungus, which made you nervous for their sake. Even though you had not been with them for very long, they had accepted you into their Agency despite you not being dead and you cared for them deeply because of it. You weren’t used to worrying for them, since they were already dead, so this case had been very strange for you. It did not help that the darkening woods seemed especially sinister and suffocating, as if they were closing in on you. You had chosen to walk alone amongst the trees, but you were beginning to regret it.

“Y/n?” A familiar voice said behind you.

You turned, looking into the dim light and seeing the Cat King standing amongst the trees, looking right at you. You weren’t prepared for how heavy his gaze would feel after seeing him that last time in his den, but you tried your best not to let it affect you.

“Er—hi,” you said as indifferently as you were able to.

One of his eyebrows raised. “I thought Edwin would be here.”

Oh. Of course, he was here for Edwin. Not for you. Not that you wanted him to, you had made it perfectly clear you didn’t want anything to do with him. Then why did a pang of hurt suddenly hit you in your chest?

“He was, you just missed him.”

“Ah,” he said with a sigh. Was he disappointed or relieved? “Well, I should go find him, I have to help him.”

Your eyebrow raised. “How could you help him? So far you’ve been nothing but trouble for us,” you said and immediately noticed his crestfallen gaze. Part of you regretted your words, but it was so easy to fall back into your familiar insults.

He exhaled slowly and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Not that it is any of your concern, but I am actually not the asshole you make me out to be.”

You took a moment to let your gaze sweep over him. He was dressed smartly, his outfit outlining his figure as perfectly as ever. His golden eyes shone in the faint light, the sky growing darker with every minute, and you hated to admit how good the light looked on him. The only thing out of the ordinary was his faint fidgeting, his fingers pulling at the hem of his shirt, almost as if self conscious. Other than that, there were no traces left of the man you had seen wallowing in his bed.

The thought of that day brought the picture of him to your mind and you couldn’t help but let your eyes jump down his chest, where you knew his perfectly toned abs were hiding beneath his shirt. At that, you also remembered how good he had looked. You felt blood rush to your cheeks at the thoughts that suddenly rushed your mind and you forced your gaze away from him, trying to smother them.

The Cat King’s eyes narrowed at your reaction, but he didn’t question you further. He stayed silent, letting you speak first.

“I’m sorry.”

His eyes widened in surprise, not expecting the words. “What?”

“Sorry for being so harsh,” you said again, meeting his gaze. “I appreciate that you’ve allowed your cats out to be counted by Edwin again.”

His head tilted to the side, not seeming to believe your words. “But as you said before, it’s my fault you’re even stuck in this town to begin with.”

“Are you trying to make me angry at you again?” You raised an eyebrow in mock frustration.

The Cat King spoke the next words quietly, mostly to himself, but it was loud enough for you to catch them. “I’m not sure I could make you hate me more than you already do.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in real confusion. While you may have claimed your distaste for the man earlier, all you could feel for him now, looking at his handsome face, was a warmth pooling in your stomach.

“I don’t hate you,” you said.

“Oh, please,” he scoffed. He rolled his eyes. “I heard you before. Just stop playing with me.”

Your eyes narrowed and you tilted your head in thought. He avoided your gaze, his brows furrowed in discomfort, but he seemed strangely vulnerable in his words.

“I would have thought that the Cat King would love playing games.”

“Not when it comes to my feelings,” he said. “And it’s Thomas.”

“What is?”

“My name.”

“Thomas,” you tasted the word gently, letting the name drip off your tongue. You didn’t miss the way the Ca—Thomas shuddered and looked away at the sound. Could you really have that much impact on him? The thought stirred something inside of you—a strange excitement, of sorts. You took a hesitant step towards him. Then another, and another.

“Please, stop,” said Thomas quietly. He had closed his eyes. Then he added, as if an afterthought, “I don’t think I could handle it.”

“Handle what?” You knew what he meant, but you wanted to get to the bottom of this. The warmth that had pooled in your stomach when you first saw him shirtless had not left you, and you only felt yourself growing hotter by each step you took closer to him.

He let out a frustrated sigh, rolling his eyes. “Are you really going to make me spell this out for you? It’s bad enough knowing you don’t feel anything for me without you tormenting me like this.”

Some part of your heart pulled at his words and the wounded look he was giving you. It led you to let out the words, “How can you be sure?”

“I asked you, remember?” He said it as if it was obvious. “And while your answer was harsh it was quite truthful.”

Your head tilted to the side. You knew what he thought you felt for him, but judging by the fire which flared every time you looked at him, you knew you did not feel the same as before. Every little look he spared your way filled you with warmth and you wanted nothing more than to step into his embrace.

So, you said, coyly, “Ask me again.”

“What?”

“I said, ask me again.”

Thomas rolled his eyes at your words. He must have thought it to be useless to hear your thoughts again, but he nonetheless drew a finger against your lips, the touch soft and warm. You felt the corner of your lips draw into a smile, but kept it from emerging. You met his steady gaze, waiting patiently.

“Alright, this is ridiculous,” he sighed. When you kept silent and stared intently into his eye, he opened his mouth again. “What do you feel for me?”

“I love you.”

Your eyes widened in sync with his. You were not prepared for those words to leave your mouth—you didn’t even know you felt that deeply for him. By the looks of it, neither did Thomas. His mouth opened and closed few times, trying to get any words out—or even any sounds. He eventually just settled with a slight gape to his jaw as he stared into your eyes, the question written clearly across his face.

The secret was out, you reckoned, so no point in turning back. When your lips curled into a soft smirk, he started fidgeting with his sleeve again and looked away furtively. It was adorable how nervous he was. Your hand reached out gently, grasping his cheek and forcing him to meet your gaze.

“No point in denying it now. I love you,” you repeated, gaze jumping between his golden eyes.

Finally, he managed to clear his throat and croak out an answer, “I must admit I am surprised. Sure, I hoped you felt some attraction for me, but love? That’s heavy.” He looked away again from the weight of your gaze.

You shrugged as your smirk widened. “What can I say? Somehow your stupid smile must’ve charmed me.”

That made Thomas’ gaze jump back to you within a heartbeat. “Oh, so it’s stupid now? I thought you loved it,” he said with an easy smile playing against his lips. It was infuriating how good it looked on him.

“Please shut up before I regret ever speaking to you.” You rolled your eyes, beginning to take a step back.

His arm reached out immediately, curling around your waist and pulling him closer to you. His strong embrace did things to you that you were not ready to admit, and you had to fight the nervous exhale that tried to crawl out of you.

Thomas smiled deviously, lowering his voice to a mutter and spoke softly into your ear, “How about you make me?”

His voice made shivers erupt across your skin and you tried not to fidget in his grasp. You pulled away to glance into his golden eyes before letting your gaze jump to his lips. He noted your gaze and his smile widened even further. You were not sure if you could take another of his cheeky remarks and swiftly closed the distance between you. His lips met yours in a hungry kiss, one full of emotion.

Thomas practically growled in your ear as he kisses from your jawline to your collarbone, his hands gripping your waist harshly. You were sure there would be marks there later, but right then and there you could not care less. Your arms made their way across his back and up his shoulders. He groaned as you tightened your grip on his shoulders, then pulled back slightly, breathless. You could see how dilated his pupils were, and the sight practically drove you insane.

“I’ve been wanting to do this since I first saw you,” he whispered, his lips peppering soft kisses across your jaw.

His lips returned to yours, hungry and greedy. It was as if he was a starving man and you were the only thing keeping him alive. His lips left yours, but only for a fraction of a moment before they’re on your neck, kissing you. You arched against him as he gently bit your neck, throwing your head back to give him easier access.

“Thomas—” you let out a breathless moan, his name bleeding from your tongue.

The sound of his name on your lips ignited a new passion in him, as he started kissing your skin more fervently. His lips never left your skin for more than a second, and you would be lying if you said that you weren’t enjoying him immensely.

“I’ve never liked my name more than when you say it,” he said.

You released a breathless chuckle. “I’m sure you love the sound of your own name.”

He pulled back to meet your gaze with an arched eyebrow. “Okay, now you’re just being unfair.”

“What are you going to do about it?” you whispered, leaning closer while a smile spread against your lips.

In a moment, his mouth was on yours again. He slid his hand to the back of your neck, an urgency to his movements as his lips parted yours. He easily gave entrance for your tongue to enter his mouth, the taste of him better than you could have ever imagined. He pulled your hips to his, and he gently bit at your bottom lip. Then, he pulled away again, releasing a deep exhale with a smirk playing on his lips.

“Now, the cat really did get your tongue.”

Your stare was heavy as the dead when you met his eyes. “I will walk away, right now, with no hesitation if you say anything like that again.”

His arms circled you and pulled you even closer, his lips tugging upwards despite your words. “Okay, I’ll shut up.”

Your lips met his again before he pulled away, his gaze furtively jumping around. He seemed suddenly nervous as he struggled to get out his words again.

“I—” he started, before closing his mouth again. You gently pressed your lips against his cheek before he took a deep breath and met your gaze. “I want to say it back. Y’know, ‘cause I do feel things for you. It’s just—”

You smiled when you understood what he was hinting at. “Don’t worry about it. Take your time,” you said, your thumb rubbing against his cheek. He leant into the touch, kissing your palm and almost closing his eyes. “I was not looking for validation when I said what I said, but just so you would know how I felt.”

He smiled at your words, nodding. “Thank you, I appreciate it.”

Your lips formed into a smirk. “Besides, it won’t be long before you’re bloody smitten with my charm, either.”

“Who’s the arrogant asshole now, huh?” he asked and raised an eyebrow.

You sucked in a breath, tilting your head. “I like to think I’m confident.”

Thomas just let out a dry chuckle, before capturing your lips again. He moved slowly against you, savouring the taste. You let out a low groan, pulling him closer and smiling into the kiss. He released your lips for a moment to whisper against them.

“So, you don’t hate cats anymore?” he asked.

You pulled away further to look him in the eye. “Eh, well, I never said that,” you said. He gave you a pointed glare and you opened your mouth again. “But, they might as well grow on me. Who knows? You did.”

His smile was all the answer you needed as you kissed him once again. You didn’t think you would ever get sick of doing that. And neither would he, judging by the way he was holding you so tightly.

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