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Fic: Giving & Receiving
Dead Boy Detectives fic. Niko Sasaki. Gen.
Summary: The thing is, Niko knew what it meant the first time she shook the 8-ball and saw her future.
Notes: post-S1, coda, character study, friendship, love, angst
Warnings: Major Character Death
Also on Ao3
The thing is, Niko knew what it meant the first time she shook the cursed 8-ball and saw her future.
Outlook not so good.
She wasnât stupid. Just optimistic. She had to be â with everything sheâd been through, everything around her, and everything sheâd just recently been learning about. Though, in truth, it wasnât just something she had to do, it was part of her.
Before her dad died, she was always smiling. Everyone commented on it. They would smile back. She liked cheering people up. She liked making them feel good. She shared the parts of herself with others to share the joy she felt with the world.
After, though âŠ
Well, everyone else was smiling, but it didnât feel like the joy she spread before. Nothing was like it used to be.
Meeting Crystal and the boys, that made her feel like she was allowed to be the person she used to be. The sadness that overtook her after her father died was still present, but just being around them made it feel okay to exist with that sadness while still feeling the joy she derived from being around people she cared for. Edwin and Charles were dead. That was awful. But they were also ghosts, who helped people, and that was amazing. That inherent contradiction in their existence made Niko wonder if she couldnât exist the same way â sad and happy both at the same time. Before!Niko and After!Niko smushed together into this New!Niko - a real, true Niko - who was allowed to fumble and cry and pull away for quiet sometimes, but also laugh and bounce and seek out new experiences.
A Niko who could grow and change and not be frightened by that.
She learned that the world was a strange and wondrous place. It made her think that her own strangeness might actually fit with the rest of the world. With these people she called friends and who called her friend in return.
So, when Niko stared at that tiny blue screen on a broken toy and saw her fate laid out before her she didnât so much ignore it as look past it.
She was going to die. Everyone died. Two of her best friends were ghosts. She couldnât really do much about that except accept her fate. She didnât have to dwell on it. She hoped â of course she hoped â it wouldnât come to pass as soon as she suspected it might, and it was that hope that kept her returning to try again every night since the agency had received the 8-ball as payment for services rendered.
It didnât matter. (It mattered.) Whatever happened, Niko wouldn't let it affect her. She liked who she was now â the friends she made, the joy she felt doing what she enjoyed, the satisfaction of helping people. Her approaching death was just more new knowledge to add to her existing outlook, nothing more. She could still be Niko â eager, fun, inquisitive Niko â and not let this worry her or change her back into someone she didn't want to be any more.
Niko put her fate aside and continued to live her life as she wanted to, only ever thinking about that dreadful blue screen late at night when she knew she was alone.
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The butcher shop blew up.
Niko felt guilty, but she hoped that this was the death she was supposed to have but escaped. She felt bad for Jenny, having to rebuild and clean up another mess, but also glad. This had to be what the 8-ball was predicting, right? Not her actual death, but something terrible that could have lead to her demise.
But the boys ⊠she had to go save them. How could she not? They changed her life. Without them and Crystal she didnât know who sheâd be. Well, sheâd be dead, but, like, putting aside the possessed by dandelions thing, she wasn't the same person who first arrived in Port Townsend and she was so grateful for that.
And honestly âŠ
âTheyâd do it for me.â
⊠that was all the prompting Niko needed to go charging off into danger and towards another potential death.
The 8-ball was still in play.
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Niko knew. The instant Esther aimed for an unprepared Crystal, she knew exactly how she was going to die.
It was actually, kind of a relief. She didnât have to wonder any more. She didnât have to fear it. And the how ⊠dying to save her friend? Could anyone ask for a better death? A more meaningful one?
Niko was filled with love when she fell to the ground, bleeding from a fatal wound in her chest.
She wanted to reach out to Crystal, to comfort her and dry her tears, but her arm wouldnât lift.
Edwin was screaming â worse even than the tortured screams before. Anguished, desperate. He called her name and wept.
Oh.
So this was death when people cared for you. How could she have forgotten? The pain in Edwinâs cries, the way Crystal raged â she was familiar with it. Sheâd felt it too, when she lost her father.
This was death. Guilt. The people she loved were hurting and she was the one who caused it. She wanted to apologise. She only wanted to help her friends â to save Crystal, rescue Edwin and Charles. She didnât know, not really.
A lie.
She just didnât want to believe it. Didnât dare to believe it.
Their pain â the way Crystal fell to her side like nothing was holding her up any more; Edwinâs trembling grip on her own still, cool hands; Charles desperately trying to save who he could by pulling those last lingering touches from Nikoâs skin even as he sobbed out his own apology â that was love.
Niko was loved.
It was everything she had ever wanted. And she would never experience it ever again.
But, at least the love she put out into the world would still be there. Crystal would still remember their late-night talks, swapping fears and insecurities between laughter and teasing comments. Charles would remember her smile, and the way his own would brighten in return. Edwin would remember that he was allowed to feel things, to want, and that people (she) would always love him no matter what. She hoped he would remember how warm their embraces were.
It was enough, that she would be remembered - that her love would be remembered and carried on through her friends.
Niko loved and was loved in return.
She was enough.
And that wasnât such a bad outlook on the life she lived.
#fanfic#dead boy detectives#dead boy detectives spoilers#niko sasaki#major character death#angst#friendship#love#vialana's fic
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yeah actually can we talk about edwin dressing up so nice just to confess his feelings to charles . and then maybe also how when he really does it heâs wearing the clothes he died in and heâs covered in blood and grime like heâs literally his rawest most vulnerable self as heâs making this huge shattering declaration. like letâs discuss
#especially pointed since edwin is the one always commenting on others changing clothes#but honestly#he had to confess looking the way he did#nothing more to hide behind#no pretense no posturing no layers#just edwin#i'm still so bowled over by that entire episode#dead boy detectives#dead boy detectives spoilers
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yâall ever casually caress your best mates collarbones after rescuing him from hell and tell him you arenât in love with him Yet but you have literally forever to figure out how you feel???????
#the way he grips him tight#but his thumbs are so gentle in that touch#the way you express your love charles rowland#makes me want to scream#dead boy detectives#dead boy detectives spoilers
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Rewatching Dead Boy Detectives already and just have to gush again about episode 7.
Spoilers under the cut:
The flashback scene to Edwin and Charles first meeting (my most beloved sequence on this show). The song playing so softly in the background is Under the Milky Way by the Church. I fucking love this song so much. Like, this sequence would be amazing anyway, but the music just elevates it so much. It's a song that always makes me ache and yearn, so its placement here is just *chefs kiss*.
This is something they do throughout the series that I adore. The music is so spot on and they weave it in so well. Burning by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs at the end of the episode as well: chills. Loved it. Brilliant and foreboding. And I am never going to be able to listen to Owner of a Lonely Heart by Yes the same way again.
I already have a fanvid in the works, but I'm sure I can rustle up another one to Under the Milky Way as well soon enough.
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Edwin and Charles are each other's light in the dark
#he kept the lantern#of course he kept the lantern#so many tiny details that make the story 50x more emotional#i love them#dead boy detectives#dead boy detectives spoilers
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NIKO SASAKI AND EDWIN PAYNE
Dead Boy Detectives (2024-)
#i love them#i love them so much#they are just so delightful together#niko & edwin#dead boy detectives#dead boy detectives spoilers#gifset
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EDWIN and CHARLES in THE CASE OF THE VERY LONG STAIRWAY
#fuck#just rip my heart out why don't you#this is such a gorgeous set#love#dead boy detectives#dead boy detectives spoilers#gifset
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#babies#niko i want to smush your cheeks#this scene was so fun#niko & edwin#dead boy detectives#gifset
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I'm worried that maybe I'm like Brad and Hunter. And like my dad. I don't wanna be a bad guy, Edwin.
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and this, friends, enemies and those of you who hope to become one of them, is when my brain attached itself to Charles Rowland like a barnacle
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YUYU KITAMURA as NIKO SASAKI
Dead Boy Detectives (2024 - )
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Edwin Payne & Charles Rowland - Dead Boy Detectives (2024)
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So... I decided to share the rest of my art, very very nervous to post this.
Please give some advice it would be super appreciated.
<3 (also I loved loved the show! I cannot wait until season 2.
Reference:
#this is super sweet#i love the way they're positioned#just staring adoringly at each other#painland#dead boy detectives
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charles bbygrl put your backpack on correctly
#okay#so it's not just me#you're gonna develop back pain i want to scream at the forever teenage ghost who no longer has a physical body#he's just all about the aesthetic#charles rowland#dead boy detectives
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hey, hey HEY m grabbing you by the lapels pointing at my string board, do yall remember when i said whats up with the circles and the people in the circles or whatever?? Edwin says at the very beginning: "Ill make sure that NEVER happens" about charles fear of being split up and edwin going to hell and like. I KNEW that was gonna come back later to bite him in the ass but THE ENTIRE SHOW IS A CIRCLE, charles and edwin save each other with the lanterns, there's so many parallels that conplete each other im SURE, the show ENDS the way the plot started: edwin behind his desk and charles leaning next to him, ready for the next client, the cat king doesnt die he just gets a new life, the stairs to hell, the picture contraption that tells tragic micks story, ITS ALL CIRCLES
#yesss#i love it#the parallels and callbacks#the end is the beginning#i need a season 2#because it's all circles#but each circle is just different enough that the changes and development are gonna be amazing to see#dead boy detectives#dead boy detectives spoilers
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Patreon | Ko-Fi
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