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Day Twelve: Supernatural

I was feeling pretty lazy today ngl, but at least I got something done.

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Okay but like I can't stop thinking about that scene in Harry Potter where Lupin is all bent out of shape about Tonks and her loving him and I can imagine Richie and Eddie arguing kind of the same way and Richie is like "there is no way you can love a monster like me" and Eddie shocks everyone when he conjures up his patronus and his hummingbird (saw it in another post) is now in the shape of Richie in his warewolf form and I just-

Like ya. I need that.

Ahh I wish there was a fic that had your sortings specifically!! I haven’t come across one before. Do you mind feeding us crumbs and sharing any more headcanons pertaining to Slytherin Richie and Gryffindor Eddie? 🥺 I’m very attached to them.

Ahhh thank you!! Uhh well here are the og posts about why I sorted them that way: Gryffindor Eddie, Slytherin Richie. And here’s one that is headcanon-y about all the Losers (I can never decide where to Officially put Ben and Bev so they change houses a lot in my head). And…

More Hogwarts AU Headcanons:

- Richie and Eddie of course know each other from Year One, but don’t start dating until Year Five or Six (Richie’s very public Quidditch flirting isn’t enough for Eddie, who is always oblivious and assumed it was a joke meant to distract him from playing, so eventually Richie has to be honest and sincere in private for once in his life and confess that his feelings are very much not a joke).

- Both Eddie and Richie have trouble conjuring a Patronus. Richie struggles with it because of the emotional nature of the spell; he’s very good at compartmentalizing (which later lends itself well to being quite good at Occlumency) and avoids dealing with his feelings, so he has a hard time opening himself up to the spell. Eddie struggles with it because his life is overwhelmingly lacking in happy memories, because of his mother’s abuse and the death of his father at such a young age. 

- Of course, they end up helping each other succeed at the Patronus spell. Being with Eddie gets Richie to open up, and being with Richie (and the other Losers, too, but y’know) provides Eddie with more happy memories and positive feelings than he knows what to do with. 

- Eddie’s Patronus is some type of bird - a symbol of freedom and peace, mobility and independence (see: train tracks and seagulls). Richie’s is a wolf, which Eddie thinks is badass and, frankly, hot as fuck, but Richie seems really annoyed by it, because…

- I’m really attached to Richie being an actual werewolf in a Hogwarts AU, as a shout out to his whole Werewolf Thing in the novel. Instead of symbolically seeing himself as a monster who will corrupt and infect Eddie, he will actually be the werewolf and afraid of literally corrupting and infecting Eddie. 

- Once they start seriously dating, it doesn’t take long for Eddie to pick up on the fact that something is wrong. Because he’s Eddie and he pays attention to everything Richie says or does. So even though they’re in different houses, he notices pretty quickly that Richie spends a few days every month, like clockwork, avoiding him. 

- When he confronts Richie about it, Richie makes up some joke about how he has to keep Eddie on his toes, or doesn’t want to overexpose him to his “hot bod, stunning intellect, and unrivaled sense of humor”. Eddie lets him laugh it off and change the subject, but he remains suspicious.

- And of course starts to lowkey stalk him, and it’s easy because Eddie has a map of Hogwarts in his head, including many of the secret passageways and hideouts, and Richie isn’t very good at sneaking around. He notices that Richie spends a lot of extra time working in the Potions classroom, which is confusing because Richie is good at Potions, he’s good at everything, it’s not like he needs extra help?

- Long story short, he eventually puts the situation together - Richie avoids him in the days before, during, and after a full moon, and all that time brewing potions outside of class time… has to be Wolfsbane.

- At first he’s scared, because yeah, he doesn’t want to stumble upon Richie at the wrong time and get attacked, and knows that Richie would never forgive himself if that happened. But at this point he’s head over heels for Richie and would do just about anything for him, so he’s determined to get him to talk and then help.

- When Eddie finally confronts him about it, Richie can’t avoid the discussion this time, and assumes this is the end of their relationship, their friendship, everything, because he’s a monster, and Eddie’s innocent and Good and he can’t keep tempting fate by staying with him. But Eddie refuses to break up with him, and instead insists that they find a way to make his wolf-days more bearable.

- So he pulls a Marauder and decides to work on becoming an animagus, so he can still hang out with Richie even while he’s not human, and keep him grounded in ways the Wolfsbane potion can’t. 

- But it sucks, and it’s hard, so he confides in Ben and Mike about what he’s doing in the hopes that they’ll be able to help, but doesn’t tell them why he’s doing it. And of course they’re interested, but it’s a long process and A LOT of work, so while they don’t particularly want to do it themselves, they do agree to help Eddie figure it out (especially since it can go horribly wrong if not done perfectly). 

- Eventually word gets out and Bev, Bill, and Stan are in on it too. None of them know why Eddie is so keen on doing this obnoxiously complex spell, but they’re supportive. Stan only agrees to help on the condition that Eddie promises he’ll register with the Ministry if it’s successful.

- One day they’re all just chilling by the lake and the topic of transformation comes up, except this time Richie is there, but everyone just assumed he was already in on it and probably came up with the idea before Eddie did. But he’s Pissed and bursts out with, “So what Eddie, you told everyone I’m a fucking werewolf?”, which… he hadn’t, of course, but now the cat’s outta the bag. 

- Naturally the Losers are all loyal and won’t bail on Richie just because of this news, which he is both surprised and touched by. The don’t look at him any differently or treat him like a monster. Because they’re his best friends. And he’s not a monster, not really.

- They take the animagi thing more seriously after this though, because obviously the stakes are higher and it’s not just an academic pursuit. They all want to help make Richie’s full moons less miserable, and Eddie being able to stay with him during that time is the surest solution. 

- Anyway with everyone’s help, Eddie is eventually able to successfully become an animagus. His animal form is different than his Patronus though - not a bird, but a dog. Specifically, a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, because that breed is Eddie in dog form (sweet, intelligent, gentle, but also playful and emotionally expressive with a love of exploration and running) (also there’s this lmao).

- A little small, but Eddie’s happy with it - he was a worried about becoming a fucking dove like his Patronus, but a small dog is a vast improvement over that because at least this way he can actually run around with Richie and have fun. 

- When Eddie shows Richie, Richie loses his shit over how cute he is. Eddie just can’t escape being the cutest being in the universe, apparently.

- Richie’s full moons are a lot more fun after that, because he doesn’t feel like a monster anymore - just a guy who’s sometimes a wolf, who is in love with a guy who’s sometimes a dog. 

- And that’s all I have for today, The End.

(shout out to @richiefuckfacetozier for being the person I talk to about Hogwarts AUs most often)

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Under the Blood Red Moon

Summary: After a brutal change in Richie’s life he finds himself in quite a predicament. Every full moon he is doomed to change into the beast that tears at his sanity, his control slipping with each rise of the crescent planet. Eddie as well is dealing with a lot too, only for him the scars on his chest are a constant reminder that he is now bound to his best friend, and not in the way he necessarily understands.

A/N: So……….. yeah. This didn’t turn out as amazing as it was in my mind. I suck at writing sometimes. I had this idea, and now it turned into mush. Meh…mehhhhhhh. Here, just take it away from me now!! 

Word Count: 4024 (oof, sorry.) 

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The entire night had been a blur. He had watched Richie fall asleep in his bed, his body wrapping itself around him, keeping him pinned down. It was almost predatory, like he was protecting him from the darkness. Only when he finally felt his friend’s heavy breath on his own skin did he allow himself to slide from his grasp. The moon was painfully full, and he tried to ignore it’s lingering presence as he went about his tasks. It was simple things, packing an overnight bag, making sure that he left a note on the counter for his mother, even taking out the trash. Every movement seemed weighted although they were mindless tasks that took no sense of self to complete. He was floating, afraid that if his feet touched the floor, everything would fall apart. “He knows about you,” Richie had whispered one night leading up to his next change,” he wants you, needs you and I’m scared Eddie.”

He was scared too.

Light was just beginning to seep out past the horizon, the new day welcoming him like some kind of crude joke, he being the punch line. Eddie watched it from the edge of the bed, his back pressed against the wall, Richie’s curled figure a few inches from him. Today was the day, tonight there would be a full moon and Richie would change. The trashmouth he had spent every night with for almost a month was going to be ripped away, replaced by a monster. A monster, which if memory served, already had a taste of his blood. Would he survive the night? He had no idea, but he intended being there when the beast made his first appearance. After all, mates find one another. No matter what.

“E-Eddie?” A groggy voice called out, a shift in the bed making him flinch. “Eddie, what are you doing?”

“I’m watching the sunrise.” He replied in a whisper. There was no response but he could feel Richie’s gaze on him, begging for validation that Eddie couldn’t give. They had been fighting more often than not, arguing about the smallest things. A misplaced shirt here, a restless sleep there. Both were on edge, both at the end of their rope. Change was coming, they both could feel it. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, not really. They were best friends and now they couldn’t even have a conversation without yelling at each other. Eddie knew it wasn’t Richie’s fault, he was losing more and more of himself each day but it was hard to hold onto something that still was such a mystery.  

God, what was he going to do when he saw it again? Cry? Scream? Run? Or maybe it would all make sense then, like a missing piece of a puzzle finally revealed to be under the couch the entire time. Maybe he would see the animal and understand why he had four scars across his chest, why he had these feelings for someone who hadn’t chosen him. Why he was up all night worrying about something that was completely out of his hands. All Eddie wanted to do was understand, and yet it was more like a far off dream than a tangable reality.

“Eds.” Richie’s voice made him jump in surprise, his hands biting into his pajama shorts without him knowing it. Slowly Richie pried his fingers, intertwining his instead. His skin was like fire, burning down all of the walls that Eddie had subconsciously built. “It’s going to be okay.”

“That’s my line.” He replied, smirking down at their connection.

“It’s so good, I had to steal it.”

“Thief.”

Richie grinned, the first genuine one in days. Eddie felt his heart swell, his head filling with a toxic high that seemed to consume him. He wanted to say something encouraging, something about having each other or having their friends. Anything to help the tension that had grown between them. Instead he spoke from his heart, saying the one thing they both didn’t want to hear. “I’m scared Richie.” This made the other boy sigh heavily, running his free hand though his matted hair. “I’m sorry, I know that’s not the right thing to say but I am. I’m scared.”

“I know.” He whispered, “I think we all are.”

Eddie tried to fight back the tears but they came anyway, trailing down his cheeks and splattering against the sheets. It had been so long since he had let himself feel anything  and now that he did it was coming in waves. There was a silent moment where neither of them moved, surprised that Eddie even allowed himself to cry but then Richie pulled him in close, leaning back into the bed until they were laying with his arms around his small waist. Eddie cried against his chest, staining Richie’s night shirt.

“It’s okay.” Richie cooed, stroking Eddie’s hair. “I’m right here, I won’t let anything happen to you, understand? No matter what, I’m going to be with you.”

“Richie you can’t-”

“Yes I can.” His broken voice shook Eddie to the bone. “I’ll protect you. Please, let me protect you.”

You can’t protect me from yourself, Eddie wanted so desperately to say, but didn’t. Instead he stayed there in his friend’s arms, taking in their last moments together. Soon they would need to get up and meet the others to set up but as the sun rose higher in the sky they laid in bed, soaking up each others company as his tears dried.

It really had been a beautiful sunrise.

The house smelled like homeless body odor. It was just as run down as the stories, all of the windows were smashed out or boarded up, the roof was caving in and graffiti painted it different colors. It was like the one they had been forced in as younger children, only this monster was one of their own. Conversation severely lagged, the Losers were caving into themselves. Richie was like a walking zombie, shuffling behind the others.

“I think this will work.” Stan muttered, walking around in a giant circle. “We are actually going to pull this off.”

No one agreed, and Richie couldn’t bare the weight. He wanted to die, that would be better than this. His gaze caught Eddie, the small boy was hugging himself near the back of the house, his eyes scanning over all of the trash that littered the floor. He seemed so small and powerless, like he was going to shrivel up at any moment.

Richie could feel the sun setting, the sky becoming darker by the second. It was coming, the beast crawling just under his skin, reminding him of what was going to happen. He was terrified, and the burning in the back of his throat told him that he should be. Someone was talking but he couldn’t hear, the ringing in his ears filling his head instead. His heart was beating painfully hard, almost breaking his ribs. Oh god. He was going to kill them all.

“H-ey.” The soft touch to his arm brought him out of his trance, bringing Bill into focus. “Y-you okay?”

“Okay?” He repeated, tilting his head. “No.”

Bill flinched, recoiling back just a bit. Looking over his shoulder he watched the others speak to one another, saying something about precautions. “I kn-now you’re probably worried but y-you should know-”

“It’s not going to work you know.” He muttered, looking down at his feet. “All of the preparations, the planning, it’s all going to fall apart the moment I change.”

“M-maybe.” Bill sighed, shrugging. “But we have to t-t-try, if this doesn’t work then n-next time we will know what n-not to do. We will be m–more-”

“Next time?” Richie choked, thinking about going through all of thi again and nearly vomiting all over his friends shoes. “There might not be a next time. If I kill any of you, then that’s it. Game over, you’ll have to put me down.”

“You ar-aren’t going to-”

“Oh come one Big Bill, I’m not an idiot and I know for damn sure you aren’t. This thing is  dangerous, just look at what it did to Eddie last time. Now it has a taste, and it wants more.” Glancing over to his friends he noticed the group pointing at things and nodding, all but Eddie inputting into the conversation. He looked so out of place, thrown into a world that he never wanted to be apart of. Richie heard it, in his sleep, the mumbled words that Eddie spoke in his sleep. The cries of pain, the whimpers and begging for it all to stop. He was sure he cried too from his own nightmares but whatever Eddie was dreaming of, it wasn’t sunshine and rainbows.

“R-Richie you have to stay posi-positive, Ben said that the th-thing feeds off of your emotions s-so you have to stay calm wh-while we-”

“Can you promise me something?” Richie blurted, not even trying to register what his friend had said. “Promise me that you’ll keep this thing away from Eds, keep him safe for me.”

“E-Eddie can take care of him-mself, he doesn’t need my protection.”

“Yes he does.” He growled, feeling a deep burn in the pit of his stomach. “This beast wants him and the moment he is released, Eddie is going to be priority number one.”

“What?” Bill snapped, standing a little straighter as he looked down on him, his eyes wide in surprise. “Why wouldn’t y-you tell us this? Th-this is kind of something y-you should have-”

“Eddie didn’t want you to know, he thought you would keep him from being here and you know how he can be when he sets his mind on something.” Richie defended, trying not to bite at his friend. “I wanted to tell you but he wouldn’t let me.”

“F-fuck.” Bill breathed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Th-this changes everything.”

“Hey guys?” Mike called from the other side of the room, bringing their attention to him. “It’s time.” Richie looked at Eddie, noticing him cower where he stood. He was frowning at the ground, his face pale and distant. More than anything he wanted to reach out and touch him, to embrace and whisper sweet nothings into his ear. This may be hard for him but god damn, he couldn’t imagine what was going through Eddie’s head right now.

“They’re too tight.”

“They are fine Eddie.”

“No they aren’t!” He hissed, trying to keep his voice even but it was proving difficult the more they prepared. Richie was being chained down to the floor, his hands being cuffed while his feet were bound by shackles. His stomach churned at the sight, the idea that this was going to do anything other than piss off the monster was laughable. “Look, his skin is irritated. It’s rubbing.”

“Relax okay? I’ll loosen them.” Beverly cooed, moving to adjust the metal for the fourth time. “I just thought that we would be better off if it was tight.”

“Don’t.” Richie barked, flinching before she could uncuff him. “It’s fine, it feels fine. Eddie is just being over protective, leave them tight.”

There was a bubble of guilt in Eddie’s stomach, his sad eyes watching the entire thing. He had been against this, Richie wasn’t a monster and it was unfair to treat him as such. Maybe he was being too protective and he didn’t want to be like this but it just came out, seeping from every pour like a nervous sweat. Beverly was looking at him for confirmation, trying to be gentle with the both of them and do her job at the same time. Eddie forced himself to nod, biting down on his bottom lip to keep the slew of curses at bay.

Beverly smiled softly, turning back to Richie. “Okay, Mike brought a collar and chain that they use for uh-sheep that become too hard to handle. Do you want-”

“No.” Eddie nipped, “That’s inhumane.”

Richie sighed, shaking his head. “Eds-”

“No, don’t Eds me. You are not a fucking animal, we are not putting a muzzle on you.” He snarled, his entire body shaking from frustration and nerves. “That’s where I draw the line.”

“I’m with him.” Stan muttered, scratching the back of his head. “That’s too much. Even if this work, a muzzle will do nothing more than piss it the fuck off.”

“Ok.” Beverly nodded, tossing aside the leather piece in her hand. She looked wrecked, they all did. It was nearly dusk, the day slipping past them like sand between their fingers. Eddie wanted to scream, everything building between their friends until it seemed that they could take no more. He could see the question in all their eyes, even in Richie’s. What happens now?

Fucking Christ.

“Now we wait.” Ben whispered, looking out to the sky. “I’d say fifteen minutes, tops.”

Eddie knelt in front of Richie, the others parting ways to give the two space. In that moment, he was grateful for the losers modesty and even more grateful for their change of heart. Originally it was supposed to be him who stayed, who faced the monster but the others fell into place. First Ben, then Mike and then all. He had fought it at first but in the fleeting moments before the rise of the full moon, he was happy that they were together because this may be the last time. Eddie had told no one, but he had no intentions of survival. None, but at least now someone would come for his body, take it back to his mother. They would be there at the end, and that was more than he could ask for.

“Eddie?” Richie whispered, adjusting himself on the hardwood floor.

“Yeah?”

“Do you think after we can go for waffles?” His joke was weak, the delivery hallow and sad. Stil, Eddie couldn’t help but smile. “Or pancakes because I forgot weirdos like you don’t like waffley goodness.”

“After this, we can go eat whatever you want.” Eddie muttered, shaking his head. “I’ll even take you to IHOP if you want, even though restaurants are just a cesspool of germs.”

Richie chuckled, “Same ol Eds.”

“Same ol Rich.” He whispered, his heart clenching.

“You fucking love it.” The trashmouth joked, licking his lips and wiggling his eyebrows in a suggestive manner. “You totally want me, you’re more horny than you mother.”

“Beep beep asshole.”

Richie opened his mouth to respond only to be cut short by a gut wrenching cry. It was starting, the lanky boys body trembling with pain. Eddie said nothing, tears clumping against his lashes as he pulled his friend close, feeling the fire build under his skin. Richie thrashed and clawed against the touch, pulling at Eddie’s hoodie with an iron grip. The others were yelling at Eddie to move, to tear himself away but here it seemed that he was grounded, his words of encouragement falling on Richie’s deaf ears. There was a pull in his chest, his scars burning along his ribcage, he was crumbling along with him and soon they were both would be turned for the worse. Tufts of hair began to appear along the rips in Richie’s shirt, the chocolate coat a grim reminder that this was indeed happening. Claws were digging into Eddie’s skin, Richie’s muscles moving, expanding and bulking wildly. “I love you Richie.” He whispered, holding on for as long as he could. “I love you so much.”

There were strong arms on him then, pulling him away, he didn’t fight it and soon was across the large living room with the others. “Do you think the chains will hold?” Mike asked, helping Eddie to his feet. “Or do you think-”

His question was answered, the monster sharling and pulling the apart it’s bondage. It tore off of him instantly, pieces of metal spraying them. “Fuck!” Someone yelled, speaking for the entire group. Before the knew it, Richie was gone, replaced by a snarling, shaking animal whose attention had yet to reach them. If there was ever a moment to run, it was then. Beverly and Stan moving quickly, trying to get around to the front door. Their footsteps gave them away, and they only made it a few feet before tripping back to where they had been.

“Shit shit shit shit.” Stan sang, pulling at Bill’s arm. “We need to get out of here, shit shit-”

“Shut up.” Ben hissed, “Stop talking.”

The wolf let out a low growl, eyeing the kids with it’s empty gaze. Eddie knew he was sizing them up, trying to decide the best way to attack. In retrospect it was six against one, but that one out sized them by three times the normal ratio. It’s nails drug against the wood, the noise like nails on a chalkboard. Then, out of nowhere it pounced, it’s aim uncertain as it landed between the group. The losers stumbled back, giving room to the monster. His eyes caught sight of Eddie and it was all over.

“Fuck, m-move!” Bill cried, pushing against his back. “RUN!”

Everyone obeyed, hurring thorough the closest door before the monster had a chance to lunge again. It slammed in the animals face, shutting him off from them. Mike locked it, pressing his back to the wood with a heavy sigh. They all jumped when the first bang came, whimpered with the second. “What do we do now?” Beverly shrieked, her fingering biting into her scalp. “He’s going to break down the door!”

“We did not prepare well, what the fuck were we thinking?” Stan choked, frantically pulling at the piece of wood that was nailed to the window seal. “We are all going to die!”  

“N-No we aren’t.” Bill said sternly, pulling a surprising weapon from the back of his pants. Eddie gawked in awe, the pristine metal making him sick. The others looked equally as shocked, only they weren’t the ones to voice it.

“A gun!” Eddie hissed, “You’re going to shoot him!”

“My fa-fathers. I t-took incase-”

“Are you crazy!” There was yet another pounding against the fragil barrier, the door bowing from the force. “That thing is still Richie! You’ll kill him!”

“Eddie this isn’t exactly the time for this argument.” Mike said, his eyes darting between Bill and the cracking door frame. “If we don’t do something then we are all going to be mauled to death!”

The small boy was speechless. There was a look in Bill’s eye, something between regret and determination. To them, that thing was a monster, and only a monster. It was life and death at this point and as the door fell to the dirty flor, Eddie knew that this was never going to end the way he had prepared for. The animal looked directly for his mate, and once he found him he moved quickly to retrieve what was his.

There was a gun fire, a whimper and blood. So much blood.

“Oh my god!” Beverly cried, screaming at the top of her lungs. Eddie’s ears rung, his heart breaking at the sight of the deep wound in the monsters right shoulder blade. The wolf bared its teeth, it’s paws dragging red crimson across the floor as its focus was  broken, now staring at the boy who held the shaking weapon. Bill cocked back the hammer, closed his eyes and then-

Click.

Click.

“FUCK!” One of the others yelled, the animal advanced, the hair along it’s back raised and a deep growl ripping through the air. Bill backed up against the wall, the gun still lifted in defense. It was getting closer, the dripping saliva trailing down it’s snout. This was how they all died, fate had decided.

“Leave him alone.” Eddie barked from across the room, digging his heels into the ground. The other looked at him with wide eyes but he ignored their scorching stare. “I said leave him alone!”

This make the animals ears drop, his feet no longs advancing on its prey. Still its eyes remained on Bill, but its body reacted to Eddie’s stern commands. “W-w-what the fuh-fuck?”

Eddie took in a long breath, trying to calm his buzzing nerves. “Back down.” He snapped, trying to sound as loud and deep as he could, his throat burning with each word. When the monster didn’t move he stomped his foot. “Back down now!”

This time, he didn’t obey, whimpering pathedicaly as he limped over to where Eddie was. It was a sign of submission, his head lowering and eyes keeping to the ground. Eddie’s stomach dropped to the floor when the wolf laid down onto the ground, groaning loudly as it began to lick its wound. There was power in the act, something that Eddie tried desperately not to feel. This wasn’t something he wanted, but it now changed everything.

“I don’t understand.” Mike whispered, “What-”

“Animals always listen to their mates.” Ben said, a nervous chuckle following. “I don’t know how I didn’t see this coming, how could I have assumed that-”

“MATE?”

Eddie cringed. He looked over to Ben with heated eyes, haystack cringing in response. “Yes, mates. Richie and I are mates. That thing,” he pointed to where the monster lay, still tentatively working his blood soaked fur, “ marked me. When Richie touched me as human it competed the bond.”

“I-uh-wow. I mean I expected like a secret relationship but this? This is like out of a fucking fairy tail.” Beverly said, moving closer to Eddie, halted by a warning growl from the animal that looked up when she got near. “Or a nightmare.”

“I think you all should leave.” Eddie whispered, looking down in shame. “I don’t know how long it’s going to listen to me and I suggest you leave while you have a chance. I’ll take care of Rich when he changes back, come back after dawn.”

“Eddie-”

“Please.” He muttered under his breath, the wolf looking up for a brief second at the timid tone. “Just leave.”

There was some more protests, a few pleases and even one threat but eventually they all left. The house was quiet and Eddie felt trapped among its walls. When the sun finally awoke, there would be so much to do, so much to explain but now he wandered. There was a scraping noise behind him, nails against wood telling him that the animal wasn’t far behind but he tired to ignore it. Instead focusing on the lingering hours around them. It was dark, far too dark for his liking, the only light from the overly full moon outside of the run down house. God, would it have been easier to have just died instead?

Probably.

It was hard to think that only hours ago he was in Richie’s arms, safe. Now he was being followed by the reason behind his entrapment. He didn’t notice when he was no longer being followed, confused when he realized that he was now completely alone. A sudden panic ran through his veins like ice. “Fuck, hello?” What was he doing, the monster wasn’t going to answer him. He walked through the entire house, looking for any sign of his mate only to come up empty. “Shit, where are you?”

He found himself outside, looking at the woods around him. The trees were thick this far out, almost growing side by side. Eddie debated whistling, knowing that the monster was further from a dog than he was. Still he worried about what the monster was up to, worried about what he was doing. Sunrise was still hours away and he had lost track of his only responsibility. God damn it.

Before he could step off of the porch, a dark figure appeared from the darkness, the large silhouette matching the wolfs. Eddie sighed, thankful for his arrival. He smiled, unable to stop himself, only it fell when he noticed a few things.

One, the fur of the monster was black instead of brown.

Two, it’s eyes were dark and focused. Focused on Eddie.

Three, this wasn’t his mate.

Four, he was so screwed.

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Another Anon here: the werewolf fic is amazing! I really enjoyed it and I would love more!! 💞💞

You got it love.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Eddie awoke in a mess of limbs, well before his alarm. Hecould feel Richie’s hand around his waist, keeping him in place. The nightshirt he was wearing had rode up past his navel, Richie’s palm placed softlyalong the exposed skin, branding him. His breath hitched as Richie’s nuzzledthe back of his neck, his hot breath sliding down the nape, making his entirebody shiver. The room was empty, the quiet air carrying whispers of the nightbefore, uttering heated things into Eddie’s ear.

They hadn’t fallen asleep like this. In fact Richie hadn’teven been in the same house when Eddie had slid into his own bed. The Losershad left some time that afternoon before, the weekend coming to an abrupt end, bringingresponsibilities to their horizon. It had been an agreement that they would allget together later on after school to continue their discussion about the wholewerewolf thing, and Eddie was grateful for the break. It was like the pressurehad been almost too much, the hushed voice and sideway glances as they argued aboutwhat had happened to Eddie’s wounds were torture. There were theories, plentyof them but the true reason remained kept between Ben and himself.

Once everyone was gone Eddie could finally breathe. He tooka long shower, his mind wondering to unresolved emotions as he traced hisscars. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be the one Richie imprinted, hell thethought of it being anyone else made him sick but he was afraid what it entailed.They were mates now? Sometimes Eddie wondered if Richie even thought ofhim as a friend. What did that even mean? Eddie had never even imagined beingwith Richie in this way, let alone thought it possible. What if the wolf chosehim but Richie didn’t? What if it was a mistake? What if Richie took it allback?

What if.

The cold water eventually forced him from his thought filledwashing, making him face his empty room. With a sigh and curse he climbed intobed around eleven, letting himself drift off into nothingness. A fear ranthough his dreams. A fear of rejection and intimidation, of boldness and bluntforce. One of full moons and blood soaked jeans. Of a far off gaze, one thateven Eddie himself couldn’t reach. It was the end. The end to it all.

A knock made the small boy bolt upward in bed, the noiseloud and demanding. Looking to his window he found a hunched figure, hisfingers pressed against the glass while the rest of him hung from an extendedtree branch. It took a second but eventually the dark blob became Richie,making his heart leap into his throat.

“What are you doing here?” Eddie demanded, opening thewindow to allow his friend to crawl though. “I thought you said you were goingto go home? It’s past midnight and I have school tomorrow.”

“I needed to see you.” He replied in a hushed voice, hisentire body tense and ridged like he was fighting himself. “I’m sorry I justcouldn’t-I couldn’t-ugh.” Richie’s fingers raked though his hair, ananimalistic whine ripping though his chest making Eddie cringe. “I don’t knowwhat’s wrong with me.”

“It’s okay Richie.” Eddie whispered, taking a cautious step forward.“Whatever it is, we can work through it. I’m right here.”

“But you weren’t, that was the problem.” He replied, histone soft and submissive.

“What?”

“You weren’t there, and I tried to stay at my house but-“Richielooked up, meeting Eddie’s concerned gaze and it was like physical pain. Eddie coweredat the sight, his heart tearing at its already fragile seams. “I can’t. I’m sosorry Eds.”

Eddie understood more than Richie knew. There was an ache inhis heart too, maybe not as excruciating as the one that Richie felt but it wasthere and it demanded to be felt. With a nod he led the trashmouth to his bed,gesturing or him to climb in. He obeyed, but with a few more heartfeltapologies that Eddie merely brushed off. They kept an invisible barrier betweenthem, a lingering silence that deafened both of them. There was so much that neededto be said, but, for the life of him, Eddie couldn’t find the strength to uttera word.

“Hey Eds?”

Eddie closed his eyes, forcing his breaths to come slow andeven. Richie was so close, his body right there beside him and it was enough todrive him insane. “Yeah?”

“Are you afraid of me?”

There was a pull in the small boy’s chest, the quietquestion like a screaming confession in his ear. He took in a deep breath,swallowing his emotions. “Why would you ask that?”

Silence.

Eddie knew why, he saw the change as plain as day. Theothers were different now, careful around Richie even when it came to simplethings. No one sat by him on the couch, some flinched when he spoke or made asudden movement, even going as far as screech when he offered a friendly touch.It wasn’t anyone’s fault, what had happened changed everything, including theirdynamic but the hurt look Richie carried spoke volume.

“I could never be afraid of you.” Eddie found himselfreplying, rolling his body to meet his friend’s distraught gaze. “You have beenmy best friend forever and a day, nothing is ever going to change how I feel. Iwould trust you with my life and as of this weekend, I have.”  

“The others-“

“Are processing. Give them time, it’ll all be okay.”

Richie nodded, whipping the wetness from his eyes. “You aretoo good for me, do you know that?” The hiccup that followed made Eddie’sstomach drop, “I’m sorry to put you out like this.”

“It’s nothing, what else are friends for?” Friends, the wordtasted sour in his mouth. Were they just friends now? His brain was bellowing,grinding his feelings into his petite frame. Eddie took in a deep breath,trying to calm down his buzzing nerves. “Go to sleep Richie, you need the rest.”

“Thank you Eddie.” Richie breathed, rolling onto his back assleep began to invade them both. “For everything.”

The alarm blared loudly, the noise making the lanky boy whowas holding on to him jump. His grip faltered for a second before he clutchedEddie’s shirt a little tighter, a groan dripping though his teeth. “No. Fivemore minutes.” The tip of Richie’s nose grazed Eddie’s cheek, sending a shockwave though the smaller boy’s entire body. “Not ready to get up.”

“I have to get ready for school.” Eddie nipped, prying thefingers from his clothes. “If I miss my mom would freak the fuck out.”

Richie whined, “Let’s jip and stay in bed all day.”

The plea didn’t go unnoticed, the sweetness in the words madeEddie shake. Forcing sinful thoughts from his mind, he pulled a fresh pair ofshorts from his dresser, making sure he faced away from Richie so that hisblush wasn’t visible. “You can stay here, in fact it’d probably be better,considering. Ma will be gone till next week so you can stay and lounge around, eatour food and waste our cable. I’m sure you don’t want to-“

“If you are going to school then so am I.”

“Richie-“

“Gotta keep up appearances.” He jeered, wigging his eyes. “Wouldn’twant anyone to miss me too much.”

Eddie opened his mouth argue but was cut as Richie brushedpast him towards the bathroom. The door slammed shut, the sound of runningwater following shortly after. Eddie pursed his lips, scowling at the closeddoor. “Great.” He hissed to himself, pulling on clean clothes. “Yeah sure, whatcould possible go wrong?” Sitting on his bed, he continued his rant. “How wasyour weekend Kaspbrak? Oh great, my friend turned into a wolf and is now boundto me by some voodoo that we don’t understand. Ya know, the usual.”

“Are you talking to me?” A voice yelled from the other room.

“Just hurry up fuckface!

Richie only laughed.

It was like all eyes were on them as they walked into theschool. He could have sworn Greta Keene gave him a curious look, her zombie friendsfollowing her lead. This was crazy, it all was. He didn’t belong here, notafter what had happened and yet here he was, nipping at Eddie’s heels. In truthhe had planned on skipping school, to just take a day to get his head togetherbut once Eddie had confessed that he would be attending Derry High for theentire morning and part of the afternoon he felt a need to follow. He wasn’tsure what it was, but being away from Eddie made him sick. Literally.

The losers looked like they has seen a ghost, their facesturning white as he strode up to them, a fake smile plastered on his face. “Heyguys, what’s happening?”

“Richie.” Stan said, his face void of any emotion. “You’rehere.”

“Yup.” He replied, popping his mouth. “You know school isreally important to me.”

Beverly gave him an exasperated look, shaking her head. “Sincewhen.”

“Since…shut up.” He joked, bouncing on the balls of his feetnervously. “Is it a crime to come to school? Gosh, you people act like I’mdefective or something.”

Bill’s face fell, his eyes casting downward in shame. “It’sn-not that, it’s ju-just after everything we th-thought you would want to-“

“Richie is here. Let’s just drop it.” Eddie cut harshly,eyeing the others. “Nothing’s changed, let’s just get on with the day.”

There was a sudden swelling in Richie’s chest, the shortboys command making the others nod in agreement. Conversation turned to anothertopic, the others going on about their day as a sense of normality washed overthe group and Richie was grateful, even if was just for a moment. “God Eds, usea dick next time.” He joked, lightly nudging the boy with his elbow.

“Beep beep Richie.” Eddie replied just as the bell rang forhomeroom.

The first half of the school day went by agonizingly slow, hedidn’t share one class with Eddie making it near painful to sit though theteachers lectures. His bouncing knee drove Stan crazy making him give dirtyglances every few seconds. Beverly managed to ignore him, although her grip onher pencil gave way, snapping into two.

It was nearly an hour before lunch, and Richie decided thathe need a break from the mind numbing biology lesion. Reluctantly his teacherallowed him to use the restroom and with a cigarette in hand he hurried to thenearest boy’s laboratory, intent on some much needed time between him and hisnicotine.

As the door swung open he was met with a rush of lilac andcopper, the smell stinging his nostrils. He could feel something beganto bubble under his skin, the scene before him beginning to unfold. There,pinned against the wall was Eddie, his feet lifted off of the ground by thestrong hold on his shirt. Blood ran down his chin, originating from a cut onhis lip, painting him with imperfections. Henry Bower’s head snapped to meetRichie, his face turned into a scowl and his fist raised mid punch.

“Get the fuck out of here!” The bully yelled, spitting inthe direction of the door. “Now, before this becomes you!”

“Eddie?” Richie choked, watching the short boy’s eyes widen.“What in the h-”

“Get out of here Richie.” Eddie hissed, his fingers bitinginto Henry’s grip on his shirt. “I’m fine, please just go.”

Something primal over took Richie, making him turn into ananimal right there in the disgusting boy’s restroom. A fire ignited in hisstomach, awaking the madness within. Disobeying his friend’s orders he pushed Henry’sbody, forcing him to drop the small boy before planting a solid punch to theboy’s ugly mug. Eddie’s screeched something that he couldn’t hear, his formpressing forward.

Blood began to fall from Henry’s swollen face, his body witheringunder Richie as he pinned him to the ground. He could feel his fists hittingthe other boy, could hear the bone crushing noise that came each time he madecontact but there wasn’t much else. There was no way of telling how long he continuedafter Henry lost consciousness, but it was the sudden grip on his fist that haltedhis movement.

Richie growled, pulling away but Eddie’s voice finally brokethrough the veil. “I said that is enough!” He screamed, pulling the trashmouth’sbody away from his victim. Richie huffed, falling back onto the tile floor, hisfists dripping with fresh crimson.

Eddie didn’t say anything else, kneeling beside Henry, hisfingers searching for a sign of life. “Eddie.” Richie choked, tears welding upin his eyes, burning paths down his face. “Eddie, please.” It was a different feelingthat was left in the wake of it all, the anger subsided leaving a withered boyhuddled against the wall, begging for validation.

“He’s alive.” Eddie whispered to himself, ignoring thebroken boy beside him. “He will have a splitting headache, probably a concussionwhen he wake up but he should be-“

“Look at me.” Richie forced, harshness interlacing itself inhis tone. “Fucking look at me!” The short boy’s head snapped, his eyes catchingRichie’s in a tense gaze. Richie’s blood ran cold, his body shakinguncontrollably from fear.

“I’m looking Richie.” Eddie whispered, his eyes soft and sincere.

He broke then, burring his face in his hands, his sobs camewith a cruel vengeance. It wasn’t like Richie to cry, or to even show vulnerabilityin front of anyone but it seemed that when it came to Eddie, he had no controlover his own emotions. There was a part of him that wished the small boy away,to forget about him and allow the world to consume him but as Eddie’s armspulled at him, he knew that that part would soon die along with his sanity. Hedidn’t want to drag Eddie down with him, but it seemed that they wereintertwined.

“Let’s get out of here.” Eddie said, gently pulling Richieto his feet. “Before lunch starts and people find us.” Richie obeyed, allowing himselfto be dragged off of school grounds, leaving his mess there before the toilet stalls.

He had no idea what was happening to him.

And for the first time in a long time, he was terrified.

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Werewolf!Eddie Vampire!Richie 

His entire body was on fire, the muscles along his back contracting with such force that he was thrown to his knees. The wolf inside of him whimpered as it cowered under the rising sun, desperately trying to escape it’s rays. Eddie felt the pull of his humanity, his consciousness slowly returning as the monster under his skin began to wither back into it’s cage. With one final howl his human form returned, leaving him bare and exposed on the forest floor. 

Familiar tears streamed down his face, the pain subsiding, replaced by his usual fear and humiliation. He had been through the change a thousand times, in a thousand different ways but it always ended the same. Sometimes he was left with blood on his hands, the copper seemingly embedded into his pores, sometimes he was lucky enough to be left clean. 

Today it was blood. 

He trembled as his eyes caught a glimpse of his hands, the crimson tainting his porcelain skin.  A sob ripped though him, the faint image of flesh running though his mind. “Oh god, what have I done?” He whispered, crumbling into himself. 

“It was a deer.” 

Eddie lifted his head, finally noticing the stoic figure only a few feet away from him. He dropped his gaze in shame, “Just a deer? Are you sure?” 

The other boy nodded, pulling a fleece blanket form his pack and moving close enough to throw it over Eddie’s shaking shoulders. “I followed you, kept hikers and campers away. Figured a deer would be a good prize for him.” 

“I’m so sorry Richie.” Eddie choked, “You didn’t have to-”

“It’s what we do Eds, remember?” He replied softly, pulling his friend to his feet, careful not to cut him with his sharpened nails. “We look out for each other.”

Eddie could smell the death in his breath, his cold body making him shutter subconsciously. Even being dead, Richie was more alive than Eddie had ever allowed himself to be. “Yeah.” He agreed, leaning into his friend’s touch. “I remember.” 

“Let’s go home.” Richie muttered, leading the exhausted monster away from his nightmare. 

Eddie only nodded as he followed. 

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Warewolf!Richie

The blaze from the fire was strong, reaching up towards the sky and sharing its warmth generously. Their group was scattered around in a semi-circle, each one of them lazily sprawled out on the dying leaves under them. Light was fading, the setting sun giving way to the night and welcoming it with a gust of cold air.  It retrospect, it should be considered beautiful and Eddie should have taken notice to the array of colors painted above but his focus was drawn towards the jittery boy beside him.

Richie hadn’t said much the entire day leading up to their camping trip, it was like he was keeping to himself, jumping at any person who even spoke his name. Something was wrong, that was obvious and the others had commented on his strange behavior but made no effort to ask, fearing that the short temper Richie was carrying with him today would backfire in their faces.

As the sun hung low in the west, things got even stranger, Richie’s hand never leaving his shoulder, his eyes darting frantically around them. Eddie knew the others were watching too, their heated stares making the tension even thicker between the group. Eventually, the short loser had enough, finding his voice somewhere deep in his chest he whispered, “Rich? Is everything okay?”

A head shake was his response, his body trembling horribly. Eddie reached out, grazing the tender skin of Richie’s hand making him jump back in surprise. “Don’t touch me!” He growled, scooting back towards the tree line and away from his friends. “Stay away!”

“Fuck Richie!” Mike exclaimed as everyone jumped to their feet. “You’re bleeding!”

Slowly, Richie removed his hand from his shoulder, fresh blood soaking though his shirt and into his palm. His body shuttered, his eyes widening at the new revaluation. “The bite.” He whispered so softly that only Eddie was able to hear.

“What bite?” Eddie pressed, scooting closer to his friend. “Richie what bite?”

“I was attacked, a week ago by a dog…I think. He-he bit me and I-ugh.” Whatever explanation he had died by an agonizing cry, his hands moving to clutch his head as tears trailed down his face. “Eddie.” He whimpered, his body withering into itself.

“I’m here Rich.” He replied, his heart tightening at the pain that had built up behind his name. Eddie could feel his heart pound against his chest, fear gnawing at his stomach, making him nauseous. “I’m right here with you okay?”

Richie met his gaze, his tears pulling Eddie’s sanity and tearing it into pieces. He looked so broken, so afraid and Eddie had no idea how to help. “Something’s wrong.”

“What do you me-“

The trashmouth yelled in agony, the force tossing him to the side where he seemingly shattered. Eddie ran to him, pulling his shaking body into his arms, asking the same question over and over again until it sounded like a prayer. “What’s wrong? Tell me what’s wrong!” Richie didn’t reply, or couldn’t as he continued to cry out in pain.

“Eddie his back!” Beverly yelled from beside him, her finger pointing to the muscles contracting and expanding under Richie’s shirt. The fabric stretched, the fibers tearing away and ripping the shirt from his swollen body. “What the fuck is going on!” She screeched as tuffs of fur began to grow on the exposed skin.

“I don’t know.” Eddie replied, suddenly aware of the sharpened claws clutching at his jacket. Although frightened, his grip never faltered, the weight of his friend becoming heaver and heavier in his lap.  The world darkened as the last bits of sunlight died, the rising moon reviling itself finally.

“Eddie get away from him!” Ben exclaimed, pulling the lightweight boy away from Richie in one swift motion. “Back up, everyone back up!”

It happened quickly, one moment there was Richie, his lanky figure curled up into a tight ball, small whimpers and cries coming from him and the next there was an animal, clawing off the remaining smooth skin from its body. What remained wasn’t a wolf exactly, but more of a monster brought up from the depths of hell. It snarled, its eyes trying to focus on its new surroundings as it shook its dark brown fur.

“What the fuck is that?” Stan asked, his surprised tone speaking for all of them. His answer came immediately, the wolf’s muzzle tilting up towards the full moon before releasing a lengthy and vibrant howl.

“We need to get out of here!” Ben cried, pulling at his friends and moving away from the camp and towards the truck. They obeyed, turning tail and running but not before the monster noticed the sudden movement.

Before they could make it far, the wolf cut them off, his teeth exposed as a snarl ripped through his body. The group stumbled over each other, scattering for safety. Eddie found himself with Ben and Mike, making a beeline for the trees while Stan, Bill and Bev hurried in the opposite direction. Just before they stepped off of the campsite, Beverly’s girlish scream stopped them in their tracks.

Somehow she had lost the other two and was now facing the large animal on her own. Eddie could see the hair on the wolf’s back rise, his body lowering to the ground as it prepared itself to pounce. His body reacted before his mind could catch itself, picking up a large rock and chucking it towards the monster.

It was a square hit on the back of the head, the wolf’s body snapping towards the three boys as a profound growl echoed around them. “Oh shit.” Mike staggered, grabbing at Eddie’s arm. “Run. Run now!”

And he tried, he really did, but within only a few steps he was pushed to the ground by a weight greater than his. Turning, he faced the growling ball of fur before him, its muzzle dripping with saliva. Eddie’s breathing rang in his ears as he tried to scoot further away, his hands digging into the wet ground, making it hard to get anywhere. A scream caught in his throat, fearful tears welding up in his eyes as he was forced to stare down the advancing threat.

“Eddie!” Bill screamed, “Eddie we are coming!”

“Stay away!” Eddie hissed loudly, never taking his gaze off of the predator. “He will attack you if-“

His words were cut short as two large paws pressed at his shoulders, pinning him down into the ground. Slobber dipped off of the wolf’s barren teeth and onto Eddie’s face, burning his skin. The small loser choked out a sob, the flesh of his body giving way to the sharpened claws of the monster. This was it, he thought, this was how he was going to die and somehow he was okay with it. Closing his eyes he forced himself to hold his breath, waiting for teeth to puncture his windpipe and end it all.

Instead he felt the wolf intake air, sniffing at his face rather than attacking. There was a whimper, so soft that if the proximity had been any further the night would have swallowed it up. Eddie slowly opened his eyes, meeting the chocolate eyes that he had become accustomed to, that he loved from afar. Richie’s eyes.

Eddie gulped down the lump in his throat, “R-Richie? Is that you?” He whispered, looking deeply into his attackers gaze and feeling the familiar dipping of his heart. “Richie, please don’t-“There was a shout from behind them, a projectile hitting the backbone of the wolf, making him break concentration. The monster growled, turning to look at the group that had formed.

The next thing Eddie felt was scorching pain across his chest, claws raking themselves against his flesh, cutting him open. He screamed in agony, thee feeling of warm blood soaking through his shirt and jacket instantly. Then, surprisingly, the weight of the monster was lifted from his body, his paws crashing into the leaves beside them before pushing him forward into the forest, leaving Eddie behind.

“Richie.” He breathed, clutching at the deep wound along his chest. Tears streamed down his face, creating valleys in their wake.  When he tried to rise there was a firm hand pushing him back in the leaves. “Richie, we have to go save-“

“He’s gone Eddie, we need to get you to a hospital right now.” Stan nipped, holding him down.

Eddie opened his mouth to protest but felt his body lift into the air, strong arms pulling him towards Mike’s warm chest. He could feel the blood trickle down his sides, ruining his friend’s shirt forever. Pain radiated from the wound but he couldn’t focus on anything other than Richie’s eyes. “No hospital. Take me home, I can patch myself up there.”

“Eddie I think-“

“Please.” He begged as Mike laid him in the back of the truck, Beverly replacing him, her long arms wrapping themselves around his body. “We can’t report this to the police and we need to figure out what happened to Richie. I’ll be fine.”

The others looked at one another before nodding in agreement, “Okay.” Mike whispered half heartily, closing the hatch and climbing in to the cab with Stan. As they drove away there was one final howl from somewhere deep in the woods, only this time, to Eddie, it seemed less intimating, less vicious.

Almost like a lonely cry.

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Under The Blood Red Moon

Summary: After a brutal change in Richie's life he finds himself in quite a predicament. Every full moon he is doomed to change into the beast that tears at his sanity, his control slipping with each rise of the crescent planet. Eddie as well is dealing with a lot too, only for him the scars on his chest are a constant reminder that he is now bound to his best friend, and not in the way he necessarily understands.

A/N: Yeah, yeah, yeah. I gave in and made this a proper fiction. This was originally only an requested AU moodboard but it took on a life of its own. Warewolf!Richie is the main game for this, if you are new to it. I'm not updating the other parts, you can't make me so... :P. I have no idea what I'm doing with my life. Honestly, wtf.

Word Count: 3213

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Part: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) 6

It was silent in the house, the only noise coming from Richie’s throat every time the peroxide touched his knuckles. It was a hiss, a groan and every now and then a subtle whine. If Eddie had been on edge before, right now he was over the cliff. They hadn’t spoken a word since leaving the school grounds, both of them knowing that when they did speak, it would be about what had happened and neither one of them was prepared. There was a ticking time bomb between them, one that was bound to go off any minute. So instead they basked in the lingering quiet, using nonverbal commands to get by.

Eddie finished dressing Richie’s swollen hands. Figuring that nothing was broken, he decided to turn his attention to his self. With a nod he rose from his spot between Richie’s knees, ignoring the slight ache in his bones from the beating he had received. He said nothing, moving up the stairs to the bathroom in order to wash away the dried blood. There was a soft creek from the steps below, and he knew Richie was following and couldn’t find the strength to turn him away.

It hadn’t even dawned on him to be angry, not even when Richie was relentlessly attacking Henry. The douche had deserved it, well maybe not that much but he did need a good taste of his own medicine. When he was watching the trashmouth defend, he didn’t have a bubbling frustration under his skin like he should have, there was no scorching annoyance, no clouded judgement, there was only fear. Watching Richie lose control scared him, not because he thought that he would turn on him but that other people would think of him in a worse light. Beating someone into unconsciousness just because they had touched him was extreme, and it made Eddie wonder how far Richie would go.

The thought made him sick.

He could feel Richie’s burning gaze on him as he turned on the faucet, allowing the water to run before lowering himself and turning the stream pink with blood. It was a false sense of security, the feeling of his sins washing away with the running water. Everything had been his fault and he felt the guilt gnaw at his skin. He had went to the restroom to calm down because he couldn’t stop thinking about Richie. No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t stop remembering how he had felt with his arms wrapped around him, how he had whispered things in his sleep, sweet things that Eddie had never heard before. It had become too much for his Calculus class so he had slipped away for a breather. If he hadn’t left, he wouldn’t have ran into Bowers and none of this would have happened.

Turning off the water, he whipped at his wet mouth, his fingers tracing the open wound on his lip. The contact made him wince in pain, his teeth biting down on his tongue as he jolted back. A cruse dripped from his swollen lips, making a spark of frustration shoot up his spine. Stupid. He was so fucking stupid.

“Eddie?”

His name snapped him out of his trance, looking over to where Richie stood. The trashmouth looked so little, like a child who was about confess something bad to his parents. Eddie dropped his gaze, looking back to where his hand was biting at the counter. “Yeah?”

“I’m sorry.”

Eddie sighed, Richie’s soft tone eating at the air between them. “It wasn’t your fault.”

"How wasn’t it? I beat him, I didn’t stop until you-“

“You were protecting me.” Eddie whispered, his fingers subconsciously moving to his chest. “It was a primal reaction, I’m sure you would have done the same thing if it were any of the others.”

“No.” Richie breathed, “No I wouldn’t of.”

He didn’t say anything because it seemed that words evaded him. Rubbing the back of his neck he pushed past his friend, moving across the hall to his own room. His footsteps like bullets, loud and frightening as the tension following him into the next room. Still Richie watched him, and all Eddie wanted to do was scream. “There’s no way you could know that.” He whispered, opening his dresser to pull out a fresh shirt. “I’m sure if it were Bev or Stan then you would have-“

“I know Eds.” Richie cut, stepping through the threshold. “It’s not the same with them, not compared to you.”

“Don’t say that.” Eddie choked, his fingers biting into the shirt that held. “I don’t want to be the reason you can’t control it Richie, you deserve better and I can’t give it to you.” Richie took a step back in surprise, his eyes widening at Eddie’s soft confession. He opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again, the only thing audible being a small squeak. The tension changed, becoming so thick that it began to suffocate Eddie.

After waiting for a silent moment the small boy sighed, running his short fingers through his hair. “Just forget it.” He muttered, shaking his head. “I just-can you turn around so I can change my shirt? The smell is starting to bother me.” Lie. All he wanted at the moment was for Richie to stop looking at him, to drop his scorching gaze to give him a second to breathe. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be between them, it used to be easy but now Eddie felt he was drowning in his emotions.

“Can I-“Richie began, taking a small step forward. “Can I see it?”

“See what?”

His gaze dropped to Eddie’s chest, lingering there for a moment before dragging back up to his face. Eddie felt his heart flutter, his breath hitching in the back of his throat. It hadn’t dawned on him that no one had seen his fresh scars, even Richie. Maybe because it was like a secret, something that kept him at bay from the severity of their situation but as Richie’s request hung between them he couldn’t stop himself from nodding, tossing the fresh shirt to his bed and tugging at the hem of the one on his body.

Richie’s initial reaction was lost in the fabric as it was pulled over his face, when Eddie’s eyes settled on his friend’s face he was slightly confused. He had expected sadness, anger maybe but what he saw was curiosity. It was like the marks along his body were a puzzle that Richie was trying to figure out. Eddie waited for him to say something, anything to break the tension but instead the trashmouth closed the space between them, stopping only foot away.

“Can I touch them?”

Eddies body trembled at the request, a sudden need for Richie’s hands on him making his nerves dance. With a head nod he gave permission, waiting with bated breath. It felt like the world had slowed under their feet, Richie’s shaking hands lifting to his chest, hovering just above his freshly formed skin. Softly his fingertips grazed the first scar, leaving a trial of vibrations as he moved along the long mark.

Richie’s face was blank, his eyes fixated on Eddie’s chest. Slowly he repeated the action for all four claw marks, watching his own hands work against the tender flesh.  It was like gasoline on Eddie’s skin, igniting something inside of his chest. He willed himself to move away, to stop the pressure that was building in his lower abdomen but found that he no longer had any strength. Richie, it seemed, had him under his thumb, helpless to the feeling of his hands on him.

“Does it hurt?” The trashmouth whispered, his eyes flickering up to Eddie’s.

“Not anymore.” He answered, equally as soft. There wasn’t any way that Richie couldn’t feel his quickened pulse, smell the lust in his breath. It was like a movie, one that would normally make Eddie want to vomit his popcorn.

Richie nodded, taking another half step forward, his hands still lingering on Eddie’s bare chest. “I-uh-I haven’t touched you like this since the day you healed yourself.”

“I didn’t heal myself.” Eddie gulped down the lump in his throat, his secret at the tip of his tongue, ready to take the plunge. “You healed me.”

“I hurt you.” He replied, his voice cracking with an underlying emotion. “I did this.” As he spoke his hands dipped lower, his fingers trailing down to Eddie’s small waist, keeping there. “I never wanted to see you in pain again.”

Eddie wasn’t sure who was leaning more, him or Richie but with each shallow intake of air they grew closer, so close that Eddie could feel his friends hot breathe on his cheeks. “You saved me Richie, you just don’t understand.”

“Then help me.” He murmured, his eyes fluttering closed as he neared Eddie’s lips. “Help me understand Eddie.”

He wanted this, all his life Eddie had wanted to kiss his best friend, to feel his own lips brush against his full mouth. It was sinful and maybe a little petty but he had never wanted anyone more. Over the years he had brushed it aside as some kind of fantasy, as a far off dream that would never come to light. The intimacy would ruin what they had built together, would cause a rift in the group and he would never put his friends at risk. Besides, he was Eddie Kaspbrak, weak and puny queer boy. There was no way he deserved to feel like this, no way he deserved someone like Richie.

"Richie.” Eddie breathed, closing his eyes. “I’m your m-“

“EDDIE! RICHIE! You guys here?” The sudden voice caused Eddie to jump back in surprise, pulling away from Richie’s grasp. Reality came crashing back into him full force, making his lust filled moment shatter at their feet. What had he been thinking?

“We are upstairs!” Eddie yelled back, quickly pulling on his fresh shirt. Richie looked like he had been slapped in the face, his mouth gaping open as footsteps began up the staircase. There was so much left unsaid, so much that would have been spilled if their fiends hadn’t arrived then. Maybe it was better this way, maybe the truth was just a cross that Eddie had to bear.

“Fucking Christ!” Beverly blurted, followed by their other friends. “When you guys didn’t show for lunch we went looking and found Henry Bowers being carried out of the bathroom!”

“Wh-what happened?” Bill demanded, looking between the both of them. “Why d-did he look li-like he was h-hit by a train?” Eddie took in a long, drawn out breath looking up to Richie before saying.

“It’s a long story.

Richie sat outside on the back porch of the Kaspbrak household, cigarette between his fingers. The sun hung low in the sky, the afternoon fading as the night began to overtake Derry. There were still loud voices inside, arguing about his sanity. Everyone seemed to have their own opinion, their own method of fixing what was gnawing inside of him, some harsh and rude, some sensible and kind. It was like all of the losers had a say in what happened to him, and the only person whose opinion actually mattered to him kept his mouth closed. Slowly he took a drag from his death stick, allowing the nicotine to calm down his still buzzing nerves.

Eddie hadn’t spoken two sentences to him since they had been interrupted. Every time Richie tried to initiate a conversation he avoided it, looking down or drawing someone else into their business. It had been so intense, so intimate and to have it ripped from him so forceful left Richie raw and bleeding. Eddie’s words still ringing in his ears, his hot flesh burning him to the touch. He had no idea what the short boy was about to say, but deep down he knew it was the answer he needed.

The back door opened in closed, the smell of strawberry shampoo wafting into him. His nose cringed, knowing who it was before they even spoke. Beverly sat beside him, pulling out her own cig from behind her ear. Being the gentleman he was, Richie leaned over and lit it for her, the flame illuminating her face momentarily before faltering back into nothing.

“So.” She sang, blowing smoke into the air.

“So.” He repeated, keeping his gaze fixated on the rising moon.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not partially.” He bit, taking in a drag. “I thought you all had enough of me when Eddie explained.” He could smell Beverly’s blush, feel the heat rise in her. Biting back a growl, he dug his fingers into the side of his jeans, trying desperately to hide his struggle. Nothing was the same since that night, even his senses had heightened making life that much more difficult.

“You know we are just trying to help.”

“By suggesting that you keep me chained in a basement?” He snapped back, trying to keep his rising frustration in. “I’m not an animal Bev, no matter what you guys think.”

“No one suggested that.” She replied softly, shifting her weight under her. “All we want to do is help, and this is so new. No one understands it fully, and with what happened to day we are just scared for you.”

“Scared for me or of me?”

“Richie!”

“What!” He snarled, snapping his lit cigarette between his fingers, the ashes falling on his converse. “What is it Bev? Can’t handle the truth? I can smelt it on all of you, you’re fucking scared of me now. It’s bullshit, fucking bullshit!”

“I am not afraid of you.” She cut, keeping her emotions so buried down that Richie was having a hard time sniffing them out. “You are still Richie Tozier, still my best friend no matter what happened.”

“Whatever.” It was harsh, and maybe a little rash but he couldn’t help but resent his friends. “The only person who doesn’t smell like nervous sweat around me is Eddie and he is the one who has the most reason to be afraid.”

“What happened to Eddie has nothing to do with you. It was-“

“Me.” He growled, standing from the porch to put some much need space between them. “I hurt him, no matter what he or anyone else says. I still smell him on me Bev, still hear his cry of pain. It’s like a bad dream, this entire thing is a nightmare!”

“Calm down.”

“And I can’t keep away, after everything else, I’m forcing myself onto him.” His fingers raked themselves through his hair, pulling at the roots with frustration. “I feel so bad for him. How does he not hate me? How can he even stand to look at me after what I’ve done?”

“Richie.” Beverly nipped, her tone harsh but with soft meaning. He looked over to her, surmised by her boldness as she strolled over to where he was, unafraid. “Just relax okay. You are blaming things on yourself when none of this is your fault.”

“But-“

“Do you know why that thing attacked Eddie? Did he tell you the real reason it went after him?” Richie shook his head, watching Beverly’s face fall. With a deep breath she explained, “That animal went after me, it was going to kill me Rich and Eddie drew it away. He sacrificed his own safety to protect me, that’s why it attacked, why it hurt him. I’m the reason why he mauled, why he really has those scars.”

“But-“

“It’s my fault, not yours okay?” She choked, tears beginning to weld in her eyes. “I carry it with me every second, and it hurts. If I would have just defended myself or have just done something different then maybe-maybe he wouldn’t have-“

Richie knew she was breaking, that the strong and powerful Beverly Marsh was crumbing to her own crippling emotions. He didn’t need heightened sense to figure that out. “Shhh.” He cooed, pulling her shaking body to his chest. “It’s okay, calm down.” All of his troubles seemed to melt away, how only focus being his friend that he held in his arms.

“I’m so sorry.” She cried, leaning into his touch. “I know how much he means to you and I let him get hurt. I failed both of you.”

“You didn’t fail anyone.” Richie whispered, kissing her soft scalp. “None of this is anyone’s fault Beverly. It just happened, there was no way to prevent it.”

They stood there, under the moon light, holding one another. It was different that before, stronger and more pure. The emotions that he felt buzzed under his skin, sentiment, regret, understanding, and so much more danced along his body, peppering his tender flesh with their presence. This change was wrecking Richie’s life but for the first time he felt like he could survive, like his friends really did want what was best for him.

There was another noise from the deck, the back door opening and closing as someone else stepped outside. They didn’t pull away, instead looking over to where Ben stood. “It’s getting late. I think Eddie’s ready for us to go home.” Richie’s stomach dropped at the mention of Eddie, allowing Beverly pull from him. Both of them nodded, taking their pity party back inside with the others.

As they walked into the front room everyone except Eddie was already at the door, their jackets pulled on and an embarrassed look crossing their faces. Richie looked over to the small boy on the couch, his face hidden in his hands, he body sunk deep into the sofa. The entire room reeked with emotion, anger, sadness, frustration, burning Richie’s nostrils.

“We will see you tomorrow Eddie.” Ben whispered, pulling at Beverly’s arm, silently commanding her to follow. The others muttered a similar stamen, all going unacknowledged by the small boy. Slowly the five losers piled though the door, closing the off out into the night.

Then there were two.

Richie shifted his feet, waiting for Eddie to say something. When he didn’t move he cleared his throat, nervously scratching the back of his head. “I should get going too. You know, beauty sleep and all.”

Eddie looked up, his face blotchy and red making Richie’s blood run cold. The small boy rubbed his face, his nose scrunching in confusion. “Why? I figured you were going to stay here again.”

“I uh-“

“You can go if you want.” Eddie muttered, standing from the couch and adjusting his shirt over his belt. “If you prefer to be home I understand.”

It wasn’t rude, not exactly but there was a slight bite to his words. Richie watched him shrug, his skin slick with unsaid feelings. “Eddie.” He whispered, “What happened?”

“What do you mean?”

“You look so-“Defeated. Angry. Un-Eddiesh. “Upset. What did you guys talk about when I was outside?”

“Nothing important.” He sniffled his response, shrugging and heading to the staircase. “I’m going to go to bed, this day has me beat. Are you coming or not.”

“Yeah.” Richie replied, an uncomfortable pull in his chest making him shiver. “Yeah I’m coming.

They didn’t speak to each other again until morning.

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Under the Blood Red Moon

Summary: After a brutal change in Richie’s life he finds himself in quite a predicament. Every full moon he is doomed to change into the beast that tears at his sanity, his control slipping with each rise of the crescent planet. Eddie as well is dealing with a lot too, only for him the scars on his chest are a constant reminder that he is now bound to his best friend, and not in the way he necessarily understands.

A/N: With it being a full moon (thank you anon) I wanted to post this! I wish it was when Richie changed but I needed to set the stage first. Kinda a redemption chapter for Stan, who I was writing terribly, he really is a good friend and I felt bad making him look like an ass. All of the losers will come into play in the next chapter, and it's going to be wiled baby.

Word Count: 2964

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The writing in front of him was becoming blurred, his eyes unable to focus on the words, making it hard to even pretend that he cared about the bullshit folklore they had been studying. His friends chatted around him, their voices caring in the air, thickening it with their pessimistic opinions. Bill’s house was filled with teenage angst, followed by curse words that were directed to no one. It was an obvious observation here, an elaborate explanation there. Ben’s precise quotes being overpowered by the others brimming fear. All in all, it was a mess and with the days slipping past them at an alarming rate, the nervousness began to sneak up on all of them.

“What do you suggest, that we chain him up in a basement until morning?”

“Well what the fuck is wrong with that?”

“Hmm, let’s see-“

Eddie rolled his eyes, trying to ignore the stupidity. With a huff he dropped his book onto the coffee table, running his fingers through his already matted hair. Very few people took notice to his decline in enthusiasm, even fewer knowing why. It wasn’t that he didn’t cared, because he did, it was that these little meetings did nothing but confuse everyone even more.

“Stop, okay just stop.” The short boy growled, shooting a dirty look to his arguing friends. “This isn’t going anywhere.”

“Not with you refusing to help.” Stan quipped, “You haven’t offered one constructive opinion since we’ve started.”

“Hey back the fuck off.” Richie hissed, clenching his teeth. “We are all trying here.”

“Don’t shoot the messenger.”

Instinctively Eddie’s hand moved to Richie’s bicep, grounding him to the couch. The trashmouth quivered with irritation, his skin becoming hot and blotchy. Pretending that he didn’t notice the others concerned stares, Eddie whispered so softly that only Richie’s sensitive ears could pick up his words. “Relax, just calm down.” Richie obeyed, taking in a long breath and as he exhaled he seemed to melt into the couch. Conversation picked up again as Ben suggested a new topic, one that pulled them from what had perspired.

As the weeks had progressed, it seemed that Richie had become increasingly on edge. Every night his grip on Eddie tightened, and as the morning sun rose it was becoming harder and harder to pry his biting fingers. They spent nearly every waking moment together, making Eddie uneasy. Richie was losing himself, the control on his anger was thinning and his outbursts becoming more frequent. The others noticed and only voiced their concerns when the trashmouth was out of earshot.

Ben made it a point to make Eddie aware that their bond put him at risk. That as the full moon approached, Richie would become more proactive as well as possessive, and that he may not even notice it. The animal was near the surface and was searching to reconnect with his mate. Eddie was unsure which was more frightening, that the wolf wanted him or that Richie would only get worse.

"H-how about that h-house in the ba-barrens?” Bill offered, his brows furrowing as he shot a sympathetic look to Eddie. “W-we can hide h-him there. M-maybe it’ll b-be far enough to ke-eep him from other p-people.”

The others perked up, looking over to their leader. “Yeah, that may work, it’s been vacant for what? Ten years now?” Mike asked, nodding. “People already think its haunted so weird noises wouldn’t draw in any attention.”

“Alright, even if we set him up there, how do we keep him from wandering away?” Beverly asked, leaning back against Ben’s legs. “Do we set up bait?”

“Bait?” Richie choked, looking over to Eddie. This made the small boy cower in humiliation, the insinuation being that Eddie would be able to do anything to control the beast. “I don’t know about-“

“Like meat Rich, bloody steaks.” Stan interjected, shaking his head. “If we keep the thing occupied long enough, we might be able to keep you in a mile radius of the house.”

Richie nodded, staring at his hands. “What if it wanders, what if it wants something….alive?” His voice made him sound so small, the question making a shiver crawl down Eddie’s spine. “I mean this thing hunts, what if it wants a chase?”

The others grew quiet, his words like venom in the room. No one dared look at Richie’s pleading eyes, none risked answering his weighted question. Eddie felt his heart ache, his hands fidgeting with themselves in his lap. The scars along his chest began to burn, making his wince in pain. Eddie cursed softly, willing himself to calm, knowing that his worry only made his brand become irritated. With a deep, shaky breath he found himself speaking, the words sour in his mouth. “I think I should be there.” Richie’s head sapped to him, but he forced himself to ignore it. “If it wants a chase, if it becomes out of control, I’m more than likely the only person who has a chance.”

Richie filched, “No that is not an option. I am not letting that happen. “

“It’s the only thing that makes any sense.” He forced, shaking his head, still refusing to meet Richie’s eyes. “It attacked me last time and let me live, more than likely it’ll just-“

“Kill you!” The trashmouth bit, “It’ll fucking kill you! You can’t control it, no one can!”

“I’m not talking about controlling it.”

“No, you’re talking about a suicide mission, you’re talking about offering yourself up as bait and hoping that it’ll just let you come out of it alive.” Richie was yelling, his heated gaze branding the side of Eddie’s face. “That is the stupidest idea I have ever heard! Please someone tell him that he can’t do this! That he can’t be there!”

“I think he’s right.” Ben whispered, making Richie break his concentration. “If any of us has a chance, it’s Eddie.”

“Bull shit!”

“Think about it.” Beverly cooed, sifting her weight under her. “You two have been inexplicably close since your first change, maybe there’s something going on that we don’t understand yet. If that thing has a bond with Eddie, then it’s our best option.”

Eddie looked over at Haystack, accusing him of spilling but he shook his head. Richie continued his rampage, cussing out the other Losers and nearly gnawing off Eddie’s arm with his heated words. Eddie let him blow off steam, allowed him to release some of his pint up rage on him and thanking god that it wasn’t anyone else who he addressed directly during his outburst. When the trashmouth finally grew quiet his breathing had become labored, his teeth bared and his entire body trembled. Frustrated tears streamed down his face, making Eddie’s throat clench. “Are you done?” Eddie managed to ask, look up from his shoes.

There was no response, instead Richie stormed out of the room and headed out back. His heavy footsteps were the only noise, the dense sound making everyone flinch. The door slammed, and Eddie sighed, sinking into his spot on the couch. The others stared at him, waiting for him to speak first. When he finally did, it was just above a whisper. “I know okay, I don’t need the lecture again.”

“He’s getting worse.” Beverly muttered, “He’s always so angry now.”

“It’s not his fault.” Mike replied, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “The full moon is under a week away, this has to be killing him.”

Stan cleared his throat, leaning against his knees. “Have you tried talking to him Eddie? Tried to get him to realize-“

“I have done everything okay?” Eddie choked, trying his best not to pull out his own hair. “I can feel him slipping and I don’t know how long I can hold on.”

“N-none of us a-are blaming y-you,”

“Whatever.” The short boy scoffed, “Just like you weren’t “blaming me” when you told me that I’m causing the outbursts, or when you told me to just break it off with him, like we are even together.”

“You have to admit that you two are closer now.” Beverly soothed, trying to keep Eddie from his own implosion. “He sleeps in your bed every night, he refuses to leave your side. What else are we supposed to think?”

“I don’t know, that he’s scared? That for whatever reason he I’m keeping him sane? God knows none of you are helping, insinuating that we would actually chain him down in our basements.”

“We are trying.” Mike defended, “It’s just that none of us has any idea of how to handle this.”

“And I do?” Eddie asked, looking up to his friends with fire in his eyes. “What am I the expert here? I almost fucking died because of my own stupidity, because I was more afraid of losing our friend then helping my own self. I’m terrified just like you, the only difference is that I still see Richie as Richie and not the monster that you all think he is.”

“Th-that’s not t-t-true.” Bill snapped, “Y-you can’t j-just s-say that-“

“But I can.” He cut, unable to keep himself sitting as he spewed his own anger. “I see the way you look at him, like he’s going to change at any moment. It’s fucked up. We are supposed to be a family and you all are treating him like he’s a plague to society. He’s just as confused as us and he needs our support now more than ever.”

“Eddie-“

“No, fuck all of you.” He sneered, grabbing his jacket from where it lay on the arm of the sofa. “Stop pretending you care and actually grow a pair!” Shoving his arms into his sleeves he contained his discourse. “Richie is one of us, and if this is how you are going to treat him then don’t bother talking to us at all.”

“Where are you going?” Mike called as the short boy crossed towards the front door.

“What does it matter? You gonna put a muzzle on me too?”

“Eddie don’t go. Just let us explain-“He never heard the rest, instead allowing the door to close behind him, using the barrier to ease his frustration. Not knowing where he was going he began down the sidewalk, the cool air making his scorching breath come out in small puffs. Fall was ending, bringing with it the coldest months, the months that Eddie hated the most. His hands dug deeper into his pockets, trying to keep his fingers from freezing. It was refreshing being alone, being able to actually resurface without his own guilt weighting him down. His days were now spent with his Richie attached to his hip, and his other friends shooting him accusing glances. Maybe he should just tell them, all of them. Maybe then it would be easier to explain why Richie was being the way he was.

“Mind if I join you?” Eddie looked over, noticing Stan strolling to where he stopped, not realizing that his feet had halted his movements. With a nod and nothing else they began their stroll around the block, silence stringing between them. The quiet was deafening, speaking volume as their footsteps carried in the empty street. They were half way back to the Denbrough house hold when the curly haired boy spoke again. “You know we really do care about Richie.”

“I know.”

“It’s just that, I don’t know, it’s hard for us. This is all so nerve racking.” He muttered, looking up towards the darkening sky. “We afraid of losing him, terrified even.”

Eddie gritted his teeth together, biting back the worst of his comment. “You sure have a funny way of showing it.”

Stan bit his lip, nodding his head in agreement. “Yeah, I know.”

There was bout of silence, the two side by side as the streetlights flickered on. Eddie was comforted by Stan’s calmness, feeding off of his stoic nature. It was a different pace from what he had been running the past few weeks, slower and so much more even. When they were almost back to their original location, the taller boy muttered, “You know if you tell me anything right?”

Eddie blinked. “What?”

Stan sighed, stopping in front of Bill’s home. “Whatever you and Ben are keeping form us, whatever is so important that you feel you need to keep it a secret, you can tell me. I don’t judge, and I never will.”

“How did you know that-“

“I’m not stupid, I know when I’m being lied to.” Stan chuckled, pulling at the lapels of his jacket. “The others haven’t noticed, although I suspect Beverly is questioning a few things.”

“I’m not lying to you, it’s just something I need to figure out myself.” Eddie replied softly, watching a few stars appear in the sky. “It’s complicated and messy and I don’t want to drag anyone else in.”

“I understand.” He replied, his lips forming a thin line across his face. “None of this has been clean. Just know that you’re not alone okay? We are all here for you and Richie, no matter what you think.” Eddie smirked, looking back to the front door, a sinking feeling settling in his abdomen.

“Thanks Stan.”

The moon was almost full. Its brightness shined down on him, making his skin shift on his own body. His fingers brushed against his clothed chest, feeling the animal inside claw at his guts, begging for release. He bit back a whine, stifling it in his throat. The night was like a beacon, leading him down a path that he knew he didn’t want to explore. Flashes of a memory crossed his mind, a scream, a cry of pain, blood and Eddie’s terrified face. It was all in his head, coming forward with each setting sun. The beast was trying to tell him something but he refused to listen.

“Richie?”

The soft voice slid down his skin making him slick with emotion. He didn’t need to see who it was because it was the same person each and every time. The one person who continued to pull him back into reality when he drifted, the one who continued to ground him. A sweet scent of lilac and fresh laundry danced in his nose, making him shiver.

“Are you ready to go?”

He nodded, still staring at the night sky. It had gotten dark fast and he had been too ashamed of his outburst to return inside. Instead he waited, wanting to see if, even after yelling in his face, Eddie would come back. And he did. Again.

There was a light touch to his arm, making him look down at the small boy who stood before him. It seemed that in the past few weeks, Eddie had aged thirty years. He looked so tired, so worn that it was a wonder how he still even functioned. This made Richie’s heart clench, guilt making burrowing deep into his heart. Eddie smiled, its sad attempt failing on his face. “Come on then, let’s go.”

"Eddie?” Richie whispered, his brows furrowing.

“What is it?” He asked, noticing his ridged stance. “What’s wrong?”

“Please don’t go with me, don’t be there when I change.”

“Rich-“

“I don’t want you there, I don’t know what I’d do if I hurt you again.” The short boy frowned, pouting his lip in a protest that Richie had heard a million times. “Please, don’t do it. I’m begging you and I’ll get on my hands and knees if I have to. Don’t put yourself in danger like that, stay home. Stay far away from me.”

“Don’t ask that.” He replied softly, silent tears clumping along his thick lashes. “Don’t ask me to stay while you go.”

“This isn’t like I’m going on a road trip Eds, this is dangerous. You almost died last time, and god forbid if it happens again I don’t think I would be able to come back from that. I can’t lose you. I can’t-I can’t face this without you and if you die then-“

"Hey, calm down.” Eddie muttered, his fingers moving to trace Richie’s withering face. He hadn’t noticed that he had started to cry, that tears were now streaming under his glasses and down his face. With a sniffle he leaned into his friends touch, taking in the tingling sensation that he offered his moist skin. “It’s going to be okay, I promise.”

“You can’t possibly know that.” Richie whimpered, trying desperately to regain some kind of composure. “None of us know what’s going to happen, how can you tell me it’s going to be okay?”

“Don’t you trust me?” Eddie asked, taking away his hand and leaving Richie bare.

“I do but-“

“Then trust me.” He continued, giving a half smirk. “Trust that I know what I’m doing. That I can handle myself. Please Rich, just trust me.”

“Okay.” Richie breathed, his world falling into place with Eddie by his side. “Okay, I trust you.”

“Good. Now let’s go home.”

That night Richie held him tighter than he ever had, his grip so strong that he expected Eddie to scream in protest but he never said a word. As they laid on Eddie’s twin sized mattress, Richie allowed himself to dip closer to where he kept the beast, allowing his presence to overtake his senses. When they met one another it was like a title wave of emotion. It was so much to take in at once, and most if it made little to no sense. Richie wanted to scream, to cry out for Eddie to pull him back above the surface but instead he drowned, finally understanding the one thing that the animal had been trying to tell him.

It wanted Eddie.

And it wouldn’t stop until he had him.

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