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“Paranormal investigators,” Edwin said, the words bitter in his mouth.

“Yeah,” Charles sighed. He adjusted his grip on the jar of tiny gremlins. They collectively bared their teeth in agitation at him. “And we can’t complete the banishment ritual in the presence of the living.”

Edwin pursed his lips. “Precisely.” He very much wanted to be rid of the gremlins. They had been terrorizing every motorbike in London, though was more annoyed about the new scratch across his face he was sporting because of the little devils. He’d assumed this building would be abandoned and thus the perfect place to banish them but he was unfortunately mistaken.

“How do we get them out of here?” There was an impish grin on Charles’s face that meant he was likely itching to throw a firework at the investigators.

“Let’s see what they are doing first.”

They approached as an investigator reached into a dark bag and pulled out a small device. “EMF reader,” he announced proudly. “If this place is haunted, we’ll know.”

Edwin scoffed. He had little patience for pseudoscience. Ghost’s electromagnetic energy was very low for the most part. EMF readers weren’t sensitive enough to read such levels. Energy spikes were almost always due to external factors; declaring every one as evidence of ghostly activity was fallacious.

Charles circled around the investigators and stopped next to Edwin. He set down the jar of gremlins and placed a hand on Edwin’s. “Right, you stay here and I’ll-”

The EMF reader beeped loudly and the investigators all jumped. Charles frowned. “That was weird,” he noted. “Those things usually don’t work.” He looked back at his hand, still on Edwin’s shoulder. Oh no. Mortification filled Edwin’s body. Ghost’s energy was low for the most part. The exception to the rule was during strong emotions, like the intense fondness Edwin was currently experiencing for Charles. He closed his eyes, hoping the other boy didn’t figure it out.

Charles did no such thing. He removed his hand and observed the beeping stopping. Then he placed his hand back on Edwin and the dreadful beeping resumed. “Oh.”

Edwin wanted to sink through the floor. He technically could but that wouldn’t help matters. “Don’t,” he said curtly. Charles grinned.

“Don’t what?” he asked innocently. He took a step back (causing the cursed beeping to stop once more) and looked Edwin up and down. “Hmm. I wonder what’ll happen if I…”

He cupped Edwin’s cheek and planted a kiss on the opposite one. Edwin swore he felt himself blush, even without the blood to do so, and his embarrassment was only amplified by the loud noises coming from the EMF reader.

“Bloody hell,” one of the investigators exclaimed. “I’ve never seen a reading this high in my life.”

Charles grinned, his face centimeters away from Edwin’s. He brushed a thumb across Edwin’s cheekbone before backing away. “We don’t want to break it, do we?” he explained with an evil grin on his face.

Inspired by an upcoming fic by @sthilarions, from a WIP snippet he shared (still just a draft, so things may change!):

"There was a flicker and the glow of the wings fell to sucking black. The glimmering white was hidden under smears of blood and char and ash, the soft feathers dull and torn, and Charles saw a flash of bone through ripped flesh before the wings were gone and the light came back into the room.

“They do that sometimes,” Edwin said, looking at the floor, where a single feather remained, blackened and ragged and crimson-stained."

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