What if Eugene got the Moonstone and betrayed Rapunzel instead? I haven’t seen that much of Moonstone Eugene, you’d think since he was found out to be the Dark Prince (which sounds like an evil name and a cool AU idea in general), but no. Although I knew something was up with Cassandra from the start, I knew she’d turn evil sooner or later. All 3 edits of him, my personal favorite is the last one. I decided to redo this since the last one didn’t really look good.
I do not own Tangled it belongs to its rightful owners.
(Summary: Richie and the Losers share an emotional goodbye)
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“Did you even start packing yet?” Stan asked, tossing open the empty suitcase that sat on Richie’s floor.
“Oh shit-” Richie gasped “I knew I forgot something”.
Stan’s eyebrows shot up, “Richie you leave in four hours! Holy shit- alright, um, you pack your toiletries I’m gonna get your clothes okay? And you are not going to The Dragon Lands wearing that” Stan rapidly began explaining. He watched as Richie remained seated on his bed in his Van Halen T-shirt. “Well come on!” Stan exclaimed, that got Richie up and on his feet, he scurried off to the bathroom to go retrieve his things.
Stan opened the closet, his eyes scanned the contents before him as he began creating possible outfit ideas in his head. He ended up choosing a dark blue crewneck and some black pants, plain, but he knew Richie would find a way to spice it up. He carefully laid the clothes down on his brother’s bed just in time because Richie had just re entered the room.
“Okay I’ve got them” Richie waved his little toiletries bag in the air as proof.
“Well don’t just stand around, start packing your clothes” Stan waved his hands as if that’d get Richie to move any faster.
Richie quickly straightened up and gave Stan an army like salute. He began walking towards his dresser but before he kneeled down he turned his head to shoot stan a small smile, “Thanks Stanley…”.
His soft and sinier voice warmed the brother’s heart, “Don’t mention it Richie”.
~
Nobody told Richie that the hardest word to say would be Goodbye, because all of a sudden, when the dragon stood before all of his closest friends, that was the last word he could imagine saying.
“We’ll leave in 20, so you have some time to say goodbye to your friends” Andria had told her son before she gave him a quick kiss on the forehead.
Richie was in the main entrance of the Uris’ house, just before the main door. He knew exactly what stood behind this door but that didn’t make it any less scary. Deep down all he wanted to do was retreat to his room but he knew his time was running out, so he had to make it count. He sighed, reached down and turned the doorknob, opening the door that would lead to the beginning of the end.
“Ah there he is, the Prince!” Mike called out the moment Richie stepped outside.
The dragon automatically blushed, his markings softly glowed purple with embarrassment, but also anxiety. He waved towards Mike with a hand that lightly shook, “Guy, guys, please… Today I’m a Loser, and nothing else. That’s all I wanna be” his tone told the others more than enough to get them to knock it off.
“Ey there he is, Trashmouth” Beverly hollered, stepping up beside him and wrapping her arm around his neck. She pulled him down and gave him a noogie. That was exactly what he needed to snap back into reality.
He laughed, pushing her away and brushing out his hair. When he looked back up at her, Richie Tozier saw something he never thought he’d see before. Her eyes were glossed over, slowly filling with tears. Her voice lightly shook as she spoke “I’m gonna miss you…” Trashmouth, “Richie”.
That struck a heart string. His stance fell, his heart pulsed a little harder inside of his chest as he reached out to wrap his arms around her. His arms went around her shoulders and Bev wrapped hers around Richie’s waist. She squeezed him, holding him tight as if he’d somehow slip from between her fingers.
“I’m gonna miss you too Bev” He whispered into her red fiery hair. When he slowly pulled away, his teary eyes met hers. “Don’t ever let anyone extinguish your flame” He put a hand on her shoulder.
She nodded, it was hard and small, as if she were to move any more, then she’d break.
Richie gave her a nod in return before he stepped to the side, now face to face with Ben. “Haystack” Richie breathed.
Ben had already shed a tear and when Richie stepped in front of him, he immediately stepped in to give him a hug. When he let go he looked at Ben and told him “Never stop being you, you’re so much more than anyone has ever realized. And uh-” Richie leaned in, “Treat her well” he nodded at bev, who had to look away. “And watch out for-” He nodded at Stan, “he may not know it but he needs a close friend sometimes”.
Ben whipped a tear from his cheek, “Yeah of course Richie, and uh- I love you man” his voice shook a little.
“Aw, whittle ol’ me? You really know how to make a girl blush Bennifer” Richie forced out a western accent which made Ben laugh. That made Richie smile, making them smile always did.
He turned towards Bill. “Ah, The Little Mermaid” Richie hummed.
“Oh god” Bill choked out a breath, forcing a smile. “I’m guh-guh-gonna miss you Trashmouth” Bill warmly smiled as he and Richie went in for a hug.
Richie’s hands shook as he let them go of their hug, “You’re the leader Big Bill, so you’ve gotta keep them in line, alright?” His voice became stern. It broke when he continued “And with me gone- crack a couple more jokes every now and then, will ya?”.
Bill smiled brightly, tilting his head down to hide his face as the dame broke, sending tears from his eyes. When he looked back up, his green eyes were tinted red, giving Richie a small nod “Will do” he whispered.
Next was- “Mikey!” he exclaimed, immediately going in for a hug, because at this moment he needed nothing more than a ‘Mike Hanlon Best Friend Of The Year Award Winning Hug’, and that’s what he got. Mike wrapped him up in a hug that felt the same way hot chocolate does on a warm day, filling his body with the same feeling of serendipity that you get when you eat a cookie fresh from the oven.
“You’re such a good friend, a better friend than a trashmouth like me ever deserved” He admitted with tear filled eyes.
“Aw- Rich don’t say that” He could tell Mike was trying to hold back the tears as well.
“Ah, it’s okay… Just- do me a favor and watch over Billy boy alright?” Richie sniffled, “He needs a leader too, from time to time”.
Mike smiled a little bigger as if that would stop the tears that began to flow from his eyes. He rushed back in and got another hug from Richie.
Next was- Richie sharply inhaled, “Eds…” He didn’t even get to say anything else because a small elf had already latched himself onto his chest, his arms wrapped around Richie in a bone crushing hug. For a moment he wondered if he’d have to bring Eddie with him since he didn’t plan on letting go. When Eddie finally leaned back it was only to get on his tippy toes and kiss richie with the heat of a thousand suns. It was filled with the same love a wife shares with her pirate lover who was about to go to sea, with no guarantee that he’d return.
“I love you so much Richie” Eddie whispered against the dragon’s lips.
“I love you too Eds” Richie exhaled, “more than you’ll ever know”.
Richie hugged Eddie again. This one didn’t last as long, he pulled away since there was one last person he had to say goodbye to- “Stan”.
Richie’s eyes fell upon his brother. Stan’s eyes were red, puffy, and filled with tears. Richie could never say he’s seen Stan cry like this. And that was what broke him. The tears began to fall from Richie’s eyes, rolling down his cheeks like hot lava.
“Richie” Stan choked on his own words. He held up a hand, as if that would stop the sobs that threatened to spill from between his parted lips.
Richie took a quick step towards Stanley and hugged him. He wrapped his arms around the witch’s waist and lifted him up off of the ground. When he put his brother back down he held his hand up to go into Stan’s messy golden curls. He slowly pushed his head down so their foreheads would touch.
“You're the best brother I could’ve asked for” Richie sobbed, tears dripping down his face and onto the pavement below.
“I’m gonna miss you Richie” Stan whispered.
“I love you brother” Richie lifted his head up and saw Stan’s lip as it trembled.
Stan went in for another hug, that’s when he whispered “I love you too” to Richie and only Richie.
Richie pulled away and gave Stan a small pat on the shoulder. “Don’t overwork yourself alright Stanny?” Richie advised.
“Well don’t fuck up a kingdon Rich” Stan shot back with tear filled eyes.
“I’ll try” he replied with a wobbly smirk.
Finally, Richie took a step back, when he looked, there stood before him, The Losers. Behind him, on the road was a packed car that both Donald and Andria now sat in as they waited for their son. Richie knew his time was up.
“Bring it in Losers” He held his arms open. They didn’t need another invitation, they all made their way in with open arms as they enveloped Richie in a big group hug. Everyone had a hand on Richie whether it was his back, arm, or chest, they were all with him for one moment. It was filled with so much raw love and passion.
Sadly the moment came for them to let to. Richie looked up at them as they all stayed generally close to him, and well, if he was gonna leave he was gonna do it with a bang.
So with rapid speed he went in. He kissed Beverly’s nose, Ben’s forehead, Mike’s cheek, Bill’s forehead, then Stan’s forehead. Finally he gave Eddie one last love filled kiss with as much passion and tongue that he could muster.
They all stared at him with shock and amusement, “I love you guys so fucking much. And I will be back, don’t you ever forget that”.
They all yelled and shouted their goodbyes and various other things as the car slowly drove down the road. Leaving the six teens in the middle of the road in front of the Uris’ house.
Richie said he would be gone a week or two. But something deep inside of each and every one of them told them that things wouldn’t work out as they had planned. He knew well enough, they all did.
~
“He’s here” An older Wentworth told his wife, who was currently waiting anxiously by the window that overlooked their kingdom.
She immediately perked up, her eyes wide with shock and anticipation, “Really?” Maggie asked nervously. She aimlessly fiddled with the ring on her finger . “How can you be sure?”
The king went around and stood behind his wife, he slid his arms around her back and gently held her waist. He leaned forward, resting his chin on her shoulder. He whispered “Because the guards just saw the Uris’ car pull in”. Went felt Maggie tense in his arms.
She quickly turned, now face to face with her husband, eye filled with tears, “our boy is coming home” she whispered.
Went gave her a warm smile as he finally gave in and allowed the tears to come, “Finally”.
The two went in for a hug, holding each other tight.
A new voice cut through their tender moment, “Pardon” he caught their attention, the guard’s face filled with worry, “Sorry to interrupt you two but, he’s here”
Maggie slid from her husband’s grasp, taking his hand and pulling him as she followed behind the guard. They followed him down into the big entryway of the castle. The guard stopped before the massive staircase, allowing the King and Queen to proceed on their own.
Tha main entrance had large quartz pillars and a beautifully marbled floor. Sun shined in from the crystallized windows which created pretty rainbow patterns on the floor. In the middle of the farthest wall were two big double doors, the main entrance to the castle.
The doors towered over a small group of 3. The two made their way down the stairs and they quickly realized that the group consisted of Andria and Donald Uris. They stood on either side of a teenage boy, their son.
The Uris’ noticed the King and Queen pretty early on, but they still listened to their son as he talked about how nervous he was. When the Tozier’s reached the final step, Donald nudged his son, grabbing Richie’s attention and directing it to the royalty that stood before them.
There was maybe about 20 feet that separated them. The moment Richie turned towards them, Maggie stopped. She froze where she stood with Went by her side, her arm had been linked with her husband’s. But for a while she just stayed still, taking in the boy- the man that stood before her.
He has changed so much. Okay of course he’s changed it’s been over a decade but aw, look at him! His black curls, ah! He has my curls. His eyes are just like Went’s though, soft but I know the look they’d give when he gets mad. It’s him- it’s-
“Richie?” Her voice was just above a whisper. It was filled with shock and disbelief, because deep down she never thought she’d see him again. Yet here he is.
The sound of his own name caught his attention. The young dragon recognized that voice, it had been so long, but he still knew it as the voice of his- “Mom?” his voice broke as his posture sagged just like something had been lifted off his shoulders.
“Oh Richie” Maggie whispered, her arm slipping from her husband’s so she could rush forward towards her son.
Richie took a step away from the Uris’ and ran towards Maggie. Her arms wrapped around him the moment he got close enough. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders with one hand holding his head. She held him tightly as if if she were to let go he’d slip through her fingers, again.
They were both in tears. Richie could feel his chest heavy with every breath he took, eyes hot with burning tears. His head was tightly tucked into the crook of Maggie’s neck, the shoulder of her fancy shirt she had been wearing was now dampened with Richie’s tears.
Maggie was the first to pull away, only because she had to see her son’s face up close. She moved her hands down to cup his face, “My boy” she kissed his forehead.
There was so much more she wanted to say, how every day she has hated herself because she couldn’t be what he needed. She couldn’t protect him, she couldn’t stop The Cresent, hell I fucking sent him away the moment he began showing those goddman powers-
“Son” Went’s voice was soft, unlike his usual stern voice he normally used as a king.
Richie looked at Maggie, he gave her a small nod with a warm smile and teary eyes.
Maggie took the hint and took a step back from Richie, her smile wobbled as she wiped a tear from her cheek.
Richie turned around and gave his dad a small once over before he opened his arms up just as Went leaned in and enveloped his son in a Hug. The two slowly leaned away at the same time. Went’s eyes mirrored Richie’s, tear filled.
“Look at you” He cracked a small smile.
Richie’s cheeks burned, a chill went through his body when he felt another hand on his back. Maggie came up beside Went. The king wrapped an arm around his Queen.
“We…” Maggie started but she couldn’t continue.
Good thing Went knew his wife and swooped in “We know we weren’t there for you for, a long time-“.
“But we’re here now” Maggie cut in, the tremble gone from her voice, replaced by a steady, proud voice. “And we want to be here for you from now on” she declared.
Richie’s eyes started to tear up again, “I-I’d love that” he nodded quickly.
They all leaned in and hugged. It was filled with the love of a family finally back together. Richie felt so happy, and complete.
When they leaned away, Went turned towards the nearest guard “Gather the Council, tomorrow we celebrate, the Prince is back” he declared.
Word Count: 2767
And the first arc is done! Hopefully, y'all have enjoyed everything up until now. Get ready cause the story is about to take a bit of a turn as we enter the second arc!
I don't have too much to say today so uh- Stay safe, hugs not drugs, and hydrate or diedrate!
Shout out to my amazing writing partner @ _hannahisodd on Instagram for allowing me to bring her amazing artwork to life!
Also, don’t forget to check out my Instagram Stellar.Cosplays if you want to see more of me and what goes on in my life!
Shout out to my beta psychcticminds on Ao3 and psychtic.minds on Instagram!
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The talk with his parents had been… hard. But in the end, they understood Richie’s craving to learn more about himself and his family. Andrea mentioned how dear of a friend Maggie was and how she’ll be over the moon to see her son again. That’s when it hit Richie that he would be meeting his biological parents…
At that moment he looked at Andrea and Donald. They were his real parents, and nothing would change that.
Telling his parents, and Stan, that was one thing. Stan didn’t seem too surprised since he’s known Richie all his life. He’s grown used to Richie’s constant state of curiosity and demanding nature when it came to answers. So when Stan found Richie awkwardly loitering in the hallway, filled with anxiety about telling Stan the news, Stan simply wrapped Richie up in a hug and told him how he supported him no matter what he chose.
Yeah, telling the Losers was a different story.
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Eddie’s mind was still trying to wrap around the information that Richie had just told them. I’m going to find my parents in The Dragon Lands. Everyone, except Eddie, gave different responses from “Wait really?!” to, “That’s so cool but I’m gonna miss you”. Eddie couldn’t get a single word out of his mouth.
They were all at the diner when Richie told them the news. Bill had just won yet another milkshake contest and Richie had ordered a second milkshake as he claimed “Cause I don’t know when Imma be getting myself another one of these!” he chimed in as he held up his cup.
The rest of The Losers followed suit, lifting up their cups towards the center of their semi-circle table. “To The Losers,” he proclaimed. “To the Losers,” they all cheered, but Eddie’s voice was just a little bit quieter than the rest of theirs…
Bill and Stan went off to the bathroom while Bev and Richie left to go smoke. Leaving Ben, Mike, and Eddie alone at the table while they finished their meals. Eddie kept his eyes on the half-eaten burger that laid before him, releasing yet another sigh. It caused Mike to pipe up, “Eddie you’ve sighed about 45- It was 45 right?” he nodded at Ben.
Ben pondered about it for a second then responded, “No… I counted 53.”
“Yeah, 53 times you’ve sighed and that’s only since we entered the diner,” Mike stated, but then his lips curled into a smirk, “I don’t even wanna think about how many times you’ve sighed today-”
“What’s your fucking point?” Eddie snapped.
Mike immediately shot back, not in an aggressive way but in his ‘This is important and I’m concerned’ friend way. “Eddie we’re worried!”
“Yeah you’ve been really distant today,” Ben pointed out, sympathy laced his voice.
“Oh… Sorry if my sighing ruined your day” Eddie rolled his eyes, put his elbow on the table, leaned on his hand, and looked away from them. “Mine has been pretty shitty,” He almost whispered.
That was all Mike needed to prove his point, “It’s Richie isn’t it? Cause he’s-”
“Don’t, okay? Fuck that’s all we’ve talked about since we heard the news. My boyfriend is leaving, fucking great alright, fan-fricken-tastic,” Eddie groaned, his heart twisting within his chest at the thought of Richie leaving.
Ben and Mike exchanged a glance. Without saying a word they both could tell they had to try to help Eddie. They both shuffled a little closer to Eddie, one on either side.
Ben spoke first, “I don’t even wanna begin to imagine what you’re going through-”
“Then don’t fucking try ‘cause it sucks,” Eddie fumed, his fingers curling into fists with all of his pent up anger.
“Let me finish,” Ben’s tone stayed the same, calm, supportive. “Just try and see it through Richie’s eyes. His entire life he’s been kept in the dark, he had to figure out all of his dragon side on his own. Do you know how hard that must’ve been for him? Being the only dragon born in the entire city probably. What if you were the only elf? Hmm?” He hummed in questioning. “Eddie, Richie doesn’t know how to fly, and he’s a dragon. He doesn’t even know how to control these new powers or whatever they are,” Ben pointed out.
Eddie’s heart twisted at that, his expression turning from anger to sadness.
“And now he finds out he’s a prince, of a whole kingdom. Of course he’s gonna wanna go back. How do we expect him to keep living his life in the dark when he has the chance to be in the light?” Ben paused when Eddie looked turned to look at him.
Mike continued, “He’s not leaving forever either, it’s Richie! He’ll be back, you of all should know how much of a pain in the ass he is to get rid of.”
That made Eddie chuckle, “Yeah, he is a pain in my ass,” he agreed.
“Did someone say my name?” Richie had a shit-eating grin plastered over his face as he approached the table with Bev in tow.
“Ah speak of the devil,” Eddie’s gut untwisted when he smiled up at Richie. Ben had slid out of the booth to talk to Beverly so Eddie sat on the edge and looked up at Richie.
Richie leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Eddie’s shoulders. He bent down and pressed his forehead on top of Eddie’s soft hair. After a moment passed he lifted his head up to look at Eddie, “Let’s do something tonight. I want one last night with my Eds.”
“Yeah of course- where?” Eddie asked.
Richie smirked, “I know a place.”
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“Your roof? This is the place you want to take me on our last night together?!” Eddie whisper shouted at Richie who was standing outside his bedroom window, on the roof.
“Oh come on Eds! It’s sentimental,” Richie insisted.
“How the fuck is it-“
“What was it, 9, 10 years ago we came to this very spot when you guys came over for a sleepover! It was the first time I ever opened up to someone about constellations, and Lyra,” Richie’s voice grew serious as he recalled the memory.
Eddie stopped in his tracks, a wave of memories came back to him. “Oh…” his voice trailed off, “You’re right,” he realized.
Richie hummed, “yeah I know,” he flashed Eddie a half-smile. Richie reached his hands out, through the window and towards Eddie.
The elf glanced away but soon held his hands up to meet Richie’s. He allowed the dragon to lead him out of the room and onto the roof.
The lovers got comfortable on the roof. They cuddled up against each other, knowing that they won’t have that many chances to do this again before Richie left. The dragon had curled himself up into a ball, both of his arms were wrapped around Eddie’s torso with his head buried inside his chest.
Eddie had his cheek resting on top of Richie’s head, his legs all tangled up with the others with his arms wrapped around his chest.
Richie slowly lifted his head from Eddie's chest so he was able to look up at his boyfriend, “This isn't the end… You know that, right?” he asked quietly.
Eddie's eyes hardened as he remembered the hard truth of their reality, “Then why does it feel like it,” he said in a grim ton.
“Eds… You know I'd never abandon you, right?” Richie gasped when Eddie hesitated, “come on! We're Richie and Eddie, best pals, partners in crime, Losers and Lovers,” Richie tilted his head up and softly kissed Eddie's lips, “You know you mean the world to me, right? I'd go to the moon and still always come back to you,” he cooed.
Eddie chuckled, “You do like the moon,” he pointed out with a smirk as he kissed Richie back. “Write every day,” he softly demanded.
“My thoughts exactly. This won't be forever, I just need answers,” Richie whispered and kissed his boyfriend again.
~
He said he would only be gone a week or so, but for some reason, it felt different. They felt as if by Richie discovering his other side, he'd forget the side he always had. In the end, they wanted the best for him, and if that meant leaving them, then so be it. But he was still leaving nonetheless, and the Losers couldn't let him leave without a party.
“SURPRISE!” The 6 Losers exclaimed the moment Richie got down the ladder to the clubhouse.
Richie nearly leaped out of his own skin. “AH!” He screeched. “Jesus you scared the fucking scales off of me,” he sighed, catching his breath.
“What did you think we’d let you leave without a celebration?” Mike asked as he clapped a hand on Richie’s back.
“Yeah, we had to have one last splash with all seven of us,” Ben chimed in with a smile.
Richie’s heart warmed at the gesture, “Aw guys…” Richie sighed with love, “but you know I won’t be gone forever right?” Richie arched an eyebrow. His heart almost ached and how easily his friends thought he’d abandon them.
“But s-st-still! We wanted to wi-wish you good luck,” Bill chimed in.
“Yeah plus- when was the last time we threw a good party-?” Beverly asked. She was met by cricket sounds in the silence of the clubhouse, “Exactly!” She exclaimed, “So let’s just have a good fucking time,” she nodded.
~
And a good time they had.
Ben played one of his classic well picked playlists on the speakers of his boombox while the Losers ate their feelings away with the large assortment of food they all brought. They played cards and board games, traded stories and gossiped.
Richie and Beverly had stepped out for a smoke break when Bill called Beverly back inside. “Be right back,” She informed Richie before she climbed back down into the clubhouse.
“I’ll be here” Richie waved his half done cigarette as her red head disappeared. When he was finally left alone with his own thoughts, everything finally set in.
I’m leaving tomorrow, leaving The Losers, to go to the Dragon Lands, to find my birth parents…
He was snapped out of his thoughts when- “Hey Rich, come back down for a sec!” Ben called, his eyes poking out from the entrance to the clubhouse.
“Coming,” Richie called out. He dropped his cigarette butt onto the ground and smooshed it with the toe of his shoe, in hopes of not starting a forest fire. Then he made his way over to the open trap door of the Clubhouse and began his descent.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, I’d like to present to you Richard Toizer-” Mike announced the moment Richie stepped onto the floor. “- The Prince of the Losers,” he declared.
Richie’s eyes went wide, he realized that the Losers were lining the entrance with big smiles as they all bowed down to him. He was momentarily shocked before he realized what was happening and of course he had to play along. “Oh yes! Thank you my loyal subjects for this kind greeting,” Richie waved in his best (worst) British accent.
When they all stood up again, Stanley stepped out of line to go retrieve something from his bag in the corner. When he returned he held one of those classic gold crowns you can buy from your local dollar store. The fake blue and red gems shined as Stanley straightened up.
“And he wouldn’t be a prince without his crown,” when he finally lifted his eyes, they were glossy as he held back tears. “Your Highness,” He said. The thought of Richie leaving caused his voice to become quieter than it had been.
Richie’s heart clenched at the sight of his brother, on the verge of tears, something that was very unlike Stan. Richie slowly approached Stan, tilting his head down once he stood in front of his brother.
Stan inhaled sharply, his hands shook lightly as they raised the crown up and carefully placed it upon Richie’s mess of dark curls.
When the crown was in place, Richie raised his head to meet Stan’s gaze, “How do I look?” He flashed his (slightly crooked) pearly whites.
“You look great, Rich,” Stan gave him a small, warm smile before he announced, “Your Prince, Richie, The Prince of The Losers.”
Word Count: 2053
Wow this is a lot shorter than I thought it'd be. But it is what it is, and I'm tired so it's gonna be a shorter chapter. Next chapter is gonna be an emotional one though so get ready!
Even this authors note is gonna be short cause that's all from me,
(Summary: Richie does a lot of thinking and finally decides what he wants to do with the information of his past.)
Shout out to my amazing writing partner @ _hannahisodd on Instagram for allowing me to bring her amazing artwork to life!
Also, don’t forget to check out my Instagram Stellar.Cosplays if you want to see more of me and what goes on in my life!
Shout out to my beta psychcticminds on Ao3 and psychtic.minds on Instagram!
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The days after Richie’s life was turned upside down were the hardest. He spent most of those days locked away in his room, only leaving to get food and mainly allowing Eddie and Stan inside to comfort or spend time with him.
It was at the one week mark when Stan decided he had had enough of this. He was practically walking on eggshells all fucking day and he can only tiptoe for so long. Around Richie, he couldn’t say anything about his other side or his past because then Richie would go all quiet and shrink away into his bed (figuratively but sometimes literally, it was easy to lose him in his mini dragon form). Then his parents were all distraught, Andira was constantly worried about Richie, wanting to check on him, all while she was desperately trying to get ahold of Maggie in the Dragon Lands. Donald seemed pretty neutral during these times but Stan could tell his father was worried. He didn’t want to tell Richie because he knew something exactly like this would occur.
It was a Saturday. Stan’s parents had left to run the weekly errands so he was alone in the house with Richie, who hadn’t left his room yet that morning. Stan knew it was the perfect time to strike, so he did.
First things first, he went into the kitchen to the bookshelf that was in one of the glass cabinets. Most families would keep cookbooks and recipe binders but the Uris’ were not like most families. Their bookshelf was jam-packed with spellbooks, crystals, and special herbs. They were a witch family after all, so they had a lot of normal looking things packed with objects to help them in their arts.
Stanley opened the cabinet and began searching for the book that specified in the spell he wanted to perform. He ran his index finger over the spines of the books, their covers ranging from old leather, yellowed paperbacks to new crisp hardcovers. His eyes brightened at the sight of the small purple book. Magic Under the Moon: Nighttime spells. It was jammed between two stacks of loose spell sheets that were only connected by small paper clips. He put one hand up to hold the stacks from falling while one hand slowly removed the small purple spellbook. Once he held it firmly in his grasp he slowly closed the glass cabinet doors.
He leaned his back against the counter behind him, his hands moving quickly to open the book and start flipping through the pages. His eyes faded out and darkened to the pitch black that occured whenever he was proming a spell. With the simple search spell he cast with the quick flick of his index finger. There were some spells the young teen had done so many times he didn’t even need to recite the incantation, all he needed was to move his hands and think of the spell.
His eyes snapped back to their normal brown when he stopped at the right page. He scanned the parchment, quickly memorizing the spell before he closed the book and dropped his hands down to his side. With that, he left the kitchen and made his way towards the stairs. He stopped just in front of Richie’s closed door.
A deep sigh escaped Stanley’s mouth before he whispered a spell to himself. His eyes turned black and with one hand he tapped the wrist of his other hand, casting a silence spell over himself.
Just as he hoped, he went unnoticed when he entered the dragon’s lair. Immediately after entering the room he searched for Richie. Stan noticed right away how everything was in a state of disarray. Papers hastily tossed over his desk, various random books open, the Dragon book from the week prior on the top of the pile. Clothes spilling out of the closet. Yet he still didn't see Richie. His bed was a mess of sheets and blankets, though one specific pile in the middle stuck out from the rest of the bed.
“Ah gotcha,” the corner of Stan's lip curled into a smirk.
The pile didn’t stir as Stanley approached it with great caution. He stepped up to the bed and hovered over the mountain of blankets. He watched it for a minute, noticing how it ever so slightly moved up, and down as if to match someone’s breathing. Then he raised a steady hand up and towards the blankets. He grabbed a handful of fabric and began slowly pulling it back. Finally he was relieved to see a tiny sleeping dragon under the pile of blankets.
Awe, Rich… Stanley mentally sighed as he placed the handful of blankets down on the bed beside him. But he didn’t waste any more time feeling sorry for his brother, the witch knew he had to act now before the dragon sensed him and woke up.
So without further ado, Stan held his hand over Richie and recited the sleeping spell he had memorized prior. He watched as Richie’s eyes snapped open and instantly closed just as fast as they opened.
“Sorry Rich, but enough is enough,” Stan declared.
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Stan felt paranoid, it was as simple as that, he thought every person he passed was looking at him. He thought they were onto him and what he carried. Which was an over the shoulder book bag. But little did they know there were no books in his bag.
Oh no, no. Stan only had one thing in his back, a small and sarcastic thing. Also a scaly and (currently) depressed thing. And yes if you haven’t put the pieces together yet, Stan had Richie in his bag.
Obviously there was no way anyone could know that though. Of course, unless they used an x-ray spell to peer into his bag but the witch would’ve for sure sensed it if they had. With that little bit of confidence, Stan straightened up his posture, shoulders back, head held high, and picked up his pace.
He walked down the main streets of Derry, taking every specific twist and turn he needed to eventually end up on the hidden dirt path that led down to the quarry. His hand that had previously been holding onto the strap of his book bag as he walked slid down into the satchel. The witch quickly found the small dragon, still asleep, thank god. His hand slowly petting up the length of its body as he moved with every step Stan took. Good thing the quarry wasn’t that far away.
He walked in comfortable silence for another 5 minutes. The sun was out and shining through the leaves of the trees overhead. Casting spotty shadows down by Stan’s feet as he went down the old dirt path. The cicadas chirped while the birds sang overhead. Stan tried to keep his eyes on the path before him but couldn’t help stealing a couple glances at the birds in the tree above him.
He came up to the main cliff that they would always jump off of. He peered over the edge while staying a safe distance. The water beneath him moved in slow waves, lapping against the cliff’s bottom. The sound was soothing, Stan wished he could stay and let his worries wash away with the waves. But alas he had to move fast before the dragon awakened.
He walked down from the cliff and took the path all the way down to the rocks near the shoreline. It’s where the Losers usually retired to once they were done swimming. The witch took a seat on one of the lower rocks. His feet dangled off the rock, inches away from the water’s grasp. He laid his satchel down beside him, careful not to squish Richie.
Just on time, Stan reached into his satchel, his hands carefully cupping Richie as the dragon released a big yawn. His big, purple, eyes fluttered open. His little dragon mouth was almost in a peaceful smile, but that was disturbed when he realized he was no longer in his room. Suddenly his eyes grew as wide as saucers. they bounced around, trying to piece together what was going on and how he got there.
“Hey!” Stan chirped, grabbing the dragon’s attention and pulling his big eyes to the witch. “Everything’s okay. I brought you here, I had to get you out of the house,” He looked down at Richie with eyes filled with sympathy.
Richie’s eyes on the other hand were filled with annoyance. He rolled his eyes before he leaped off of Stan’s hand and onto the satchel beneath him. He stopped to look back at Stan then scurried to the other side of the big rock to transform back into his humanoid form.
The transformation was fairly simple, he even got to keep his clothes (because magic). All that happened while a purple light enveloped his little dragon form as he transformed back. And Bang, Richie was back!
He stood over Stan, blocking the sun. His curls fell into his face as he glared at his brother. “Stanita,” Richie growled.
“Rich- ita,” Stan shrugged, unsure of Richie’s aggression.
“Why did you drag me here?” Richie threw his arms out.
Stan rolled his eyes, “You had been locked in your room for like a week! Sorry if I thought you needed to get some fresh air,” he put a little more emotion into his voice in hopes of it hitting Richie harder.
Richie’s expression changed from annoyance to something of a neutral expression with a tinge of sadness to it. He dropped the stance, plopping down on the rock, beside Stan.
“Sorry, I’ve just been… thinking,” His dark brown eyes drifted from Stan to the large body of water before them.
Stan hesitated before he wondered, “Thinking about what?”.
Richie shrugged, “Oh, you know, my birth parents being dragon royalty and all,” then as if to prove his point he released his wings and shook them out behind him. Their dark blue and purple scales shined in the sunlight.
“Yeah… I figured,” Stan cracked a small smile, for Richie’s sake.
“I just-” Richie pushed his glasses up into his hair and pressed the palms of his hands to his eyes like that would help him think, “- I don’t know what to do,” Richie removed his hands from his eyes. The whites of his eyes seemed a bit more red. With one swift bop of his head his glasses fell back onto his face.
“What do I do? There’s this completely different side of me out there that I can’t even begin to understand or control for that matter of fact.”
“What? Do you think you’ll lose yourself to your dragon side or something?” Stan quirked an eyebrow in confusion.
“Uh yeah? What did you forget about my fucking outburst at the market?! What if something like that happens again-” A gasp escaped Richie’s mouth mid sentence, “What if I hurt someone?” his eyes were wide with fear.
Richie looked taken aback, shocked that Stan could simply assume something like that. “You don’t know that,” Richie hissed, his horns suddenly out and glistening in the morning sunlight.
“Fuck, I just hate not being in control,” Richie sighed, backing down.
Stan sighed, “I know, but… You know I’ll always be here for you right? And Eddie and the rest of the Losers. So whatever happens, you won’t be alone,” He assures him.
Richie’s lips had been pressed into a thin line, but now they quirked up a little, “Thanks Stanothan.”
Stanley groaned, forcefully closing his eyes, “GOD when will you ever say my name right,” he said but his voice held no real anger.
Richie barked out a laugh, clapping a hand on his brother’s back. “You love it,” Richie stretched out the O as he made kissy faces at his brother.
The pair laughed together for a little while which helped lift the tense mood that they once sat in. After they calmed down Richie glanced over at Stan, “Thank you… for this.”
Stan offered him a warm smile, “Of course Rich, now come on let’s go get some breakfast.”
~
That night Richie was already in bed by 10 pm, in some sort of attempt to fix his sleep schedule. And he was so close to falling asleep as well! Another 5 minutes and he would’ve been out like a light. But no someone had to go and start throwing fucking rocks at his window.
The dragon let out a groan as he hauled his ass out of bed. He shuffled over towards the cracked open window. He looked down at the lawn below, half expecting to see Eddie whisper shouting up at him, but he was pleasantly surprised to see Beverly Marsh, winding up, preparing to throw another.
“Woah calm down hot head!” Richie whisper shouted down to her while he hastily opened his window.
Beverly’s eyes went wide with shock, dropping the rock. She took a second to calm her rapid beating heart beat before “Finally! Took you long enough,” she shot back. “Give me a second I’m coming up-“ She approached the trellis beneath Richie’s window when the dragon shot his hands out to stop her.
“Wait! Hold up, I’ll come down to you,” Richie whisper shouted down to her before he ducked back into his room.
His mind started to race as he thought about what he needed. He was wearing his boxers, sans shirt. He opted to grab a random pair of jeans off of the floor, he quickly tugged them on before he ripped open his sweater drawer and tossed on the first sweater he saw.
From there he went back to his window and opened it all the way. He shuffled towards the window, hopped out and onto the little piece of roof that hung outside his window. He carefully sat on the edge of his roof, legs dangling over the edge, his heels knocking against the brick of the exterior of the house.
He didn’t give her any time to protest before he launched himself off of the window sill. Life began to speed up as he started his plummet to the ground. His wings unfurled with lighting speed, catching him in the air so he could glide down to the ground. He landed on the ground beside Beverly with a thump, but he hadn’t gotten his footing right so when he tried to stand up straight he ended up tripping, and falling, right on his ass.
“AW!” He tried to exclaim quietly.
Beverly moved her hand up to her mouth in an attempt to muffle her laughter as Richie glared up at her.
Since Richie had been raised by- uh non dragons, learning to call and retract his wings was about the extent of his knowledge. He never learned how to properly fly, or do any other type of half shifting. He had been working on a sort of gliding that he used at times like these or at the quarry but he never learned to properly fly. Nor did he learn how to control his full dragon shift. He had heard about it, and seen some pictures in that dragon book Stan and Ben had gotten. Apparently his full dragon form grows with him, so currently he was supposed to be the size of a large wolf, but he wouldn’t know.
“Come on dingus,” Bev chuckled, extending a hand out for Richie to grab.
He shot her a look before he hesitantly reached out. He grabbed her hand and with a tug and a strong bat of his wings, he was back up on his feet. “Thanks,” he breathed, reaching down and dusting his pants off.
“Don’t sweat it…” She nodded her head, “Wanna get out of here?”.
Richie thought about it for a moment, “I’ve got a place,” He declares.
~
The Uris’ roof had the best view of the night sky. It would be a full moon in a few days, the current stage of the moon was a Waxing Gibbous, which provided them enough light to see fairly well. The dark sky was clear of clouds, allowing the stars to shine brightly.
Beverly was still staring with her chin up at the infinite darkness overhead, amazement in her eyes while Richie was already getting comfortable on the slanted roof. He laid down on his back, he bent his arms behind his head as a pillow. When she looked down at him he waved to her, beckoning her to lay on the roof with him. She took one last glance up at the sky before looking down at the roof so she could safely take a seat beside him.
Beverly carefully laid down on her back, she bent one arm to put under her head and kept the other laid by her side. “It’s beautiful,” She gasped.
The duo simply sat in a comfortable silence for a while, basking in the moonlight.
At one point, Richie turned his head to face Beverly. Her green eyes reflected the stars, they slowly flickered from star to star as if she could count all of them. Her jaw was slightly ajar in awe. He admired her, she was a good guy. So he could only hope that she would understand what he was about to tell her.
“You know what I need-?” Richie barely got to finish his sentence when Bev whipped out a fresh pack of camels.
“Already got you,” She said with a wink.
“My girl!” Richie exclaimed, pumping his fist in the air before he dove in and snagged a cigarette. He popped the tip of the cigarette between his lips, wiggling it a bit in Bev’s direction.
She smirked over at him, her eyes turning a bright orange as she moved her hand and slid her index finger over the tip of Richie’s cigarette, the moment her finger left, a flame ignited and Richie cheered again. She lit her own cigarette and held it out to Richie. He smiled in return and knocked his cigarette against hers. “Cheers,” she declared.
“Cheers,” Richie declared as they both took their first drag. “Ahhh,” Richie sighed, “Now that’s what I’m talking about.”
They had just finished their second cigarette when Richie decided to drop the shoe.
The Dragon let out the biggest puff of smoke he had all night, it reminded him of those classic dragon sterile types, how they can blow smoke from their nose. He smirked, it was sort of fitting for what he was about to say.
“I wanna go to The Dragon Lands,” Richie kept his eyes on her, but when her brow creased and she turned to him with a shock filled face, meeting her eyes seemed impossible.
“What?” Her voice got quiet, the wonder gone from her eyes, replaced by concern.
“I-uh… I wanna go to The Dragon Lands,” Richie repeated his voice more scared now.
“Yeah Rich I got that part but now? I don’t wanna sound like a bitch but… why?”
Richie didn’t think she was a bitch, he understood where she was coming from, of course it was sudden but- “I have to,” Richie breathed, his nerves easing as he continued to explain, “I need to find out more about me- my past.” He watched as Bev looked like she was about to protest, “Bevvy you have no clue what it’s like to not know anything about yourself,” Richie’s voice cracked, hitting a sensitive spot.
Beverly’s strong stance seemed to falter, “Oh, Rich…” She sighed in defeat.
Richie had still been laying on the roof so Bev slowly leaned down and hugged his torso, leaning her head on his chest. “If that’s really what you want, then I support you,” she put herself aside for a moment and tried to step into Richie’s shoes. She knew what he needed right now…
One of Richie’s arms came down and wrapped around her. “I can’t believe I’m gonna leave you guys…” She felt Richie’s chest deflate as he sighed, “This is so fucked”
Word Count: 3337
What will happen when Richie tells the rest of The Losers? How will his parents react to the news? Find out in the next chapter of Moonstone!
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“A fucking Prince?!” Eddie asked in shock.
All of the Losers, except Richie, were currently standing on the front steps of the Uris residence. It was only last night when Richie found out about his birth parents and he hadn't left his room since.
Shortly after they broke the news to the young Dragon, Stan had wandered downstairs and received the short version from his parents. He was fairly shocked after finding out the news, he ended up finding himself in front of Richie's closed door. He wasn't surprised to find it locked, but that wasn't an issue. With a quick snap of his fingers, the door’s lock came undone and he was able to enter the room.
The first thing he noticed was how Richie wasn't even on his bed, or at his desk. No, Richie sat on the floor with his back against the side of his bed. His wings were sprawled out behind and beside him. The dragon stared out into the empty void with an emotionless stare. His jaw slightly ajar and his hands very subtly shaking.
Stanley didn't say anything. Instead, he silently crouched down, taking a seat beside his brother. They sat shoulder to shoulder in silence.
The silence lasted for what felt like hours. The sun was already setting when Stan sat down so they were slowly losing light. The objects around Richie's room cast shadows on his walls as night approached. Neither of them noticed but as the sun set, it had begun to rain.
What broke the silence was the sound of Richie’s labored breath catching in his throat. Stan glanced over at Richie. He tried to catch his eye but he was still staring straight ahead. Red veins contrasted against the normal whites of his eyes. Then again, Richie’s eyes didn’t seem right, something was off, but Stan disregarded that. (They almost sparkled)
Stan was never the best at comforting others. But seeing Richie like that was tying his gut into a knot and breaking his heart. He turned a little bit, to face Richie, and the dragon took the opportunity to lean his head on his brother's shoulder. Stan continued to turn towards Richie, he wrapped his arm around Richie’s shoulder. Pulling him close, Stan felt Richie shake with every choppy exhale.
“You’ll be okay Rich… I got you,” Stan whispered, carefully rubbing circles onto Richie’s back as the dragon quietly sobbed.
~
Now Stan stood in front of all the Losers. “Yeah… and he’s locked himself away in his room ever since,” he informed them.
“Can’t you just unlock it?” Beverly questioned. She waved her hand around in a motion that mimicked Stan when he used his powers since he can just use his powers to unlock the door.
“I could… but I feel like he really needs some time to himself,” Stan shrugged. He’s known Richie for (almost) his entire life and he can tell when Richie just needs to be alone.
Eddie didn’t say anything to that. He was about to make a sarcastic comment about how they don’t know Richie like he does. But he refrained from doing so, instead beginning to plan how he was going to see Richie, without them knowing.
The rest of the Losers ended up going to Bill’s house to play the latest video he had. It was fun, not as fun as it would be if Richie were there but still enjoyable. They stayed at the Denbrough residence until the sun began to set, and that was when they all opted to go back to their own houses.
When Eddie got home that evening, he sat through another unbearable dinner with his mother. He listened to her go on, and on, and on, about everything wrong with his neighbors and the latest gossip from one of her soap operas. He even opted to do all of the dishes so she would be able to go and start watching her soaps early. Eddie’s plan was for her to hopefully fall asleep early so when he snuck out, she’d already be in a deep sleep.
He was correct, by the time he dried the last plate, he could already hear the deep sounds of her breathing from the TV room. He let out a quiet sigh of relief from where he stood in the doorway of the TV room. He checked the time on his little watch, it was 8 pm which was still fairly early, but Eddie couldn’t wait any longer.
He made the way up the stairs to his room with ninja-like skills. His feet light as he tiptoed over to his bedroom. The first thing he did was grab a hoodie from his closet after he rearranged some pillows to look like a sleeping body. Then finally he was ready to leave.
The elf debated leaving through his back door, which is something he had done during times like this when Sonia was already asleep, but he really needed to see Richie. He couldn’t risk getting caught on his way down the stairs or something. The safer option, well not in general, the safest option in terms of actual safety would be the back door but the safest option in terms of not getting caught would be the window.
Eddie’s gaze fell on the window on the wall before him. The corner of his lip tugged up a little at the thought of how much that window has been through. All the times Richie has climbed in when Eddie needed him, the amount of times he’s almost fallen while trying to get to Eddie, and the times he’s come just to talk to him down below. Eddie has used the window as an entrance/exit as well, of course, Eddie was more scared to use it compared to Richie.
With much more grace than Richie has ever had, he swung his leg over the window sill, stopping for a moment to reach over towards the branch closest to his window. Once he had a solid grip on the branch he slowly pulled his other leg out from his room and set it down on the branch alongside his other leg.
He let out a shaky exhale, close one Kaspbrak. He stopped to steady himself and calm his heartbeat. The next time he exhaled it was filled with purpose, if Richie can do this then so can you! And he did, Eddie was able to carefully maneuver his way down the branches and shimmy down the trunk of the tree (with only a little magical help).
With his feet firmly planted on the ground, he finally allowed himself to relax. His shoulders eased up as his hands unclenched from their fists. The air was mildly warm, it being summer and all, so Eddie deemed the sweater he had brought unnecessary and he just tied it around his waist. His body was hot enough as is with the adrenaline coursing through his veins.
The way to Richie’s house was something Eddie had memorized at this point. He’d been over there more times than he can count, at this point, he could let his feet do their own thing since the route had practically become muscle memory.
While he walked, the elf let his head tilt upwards. The dark starry night greeted him with open arms. Thousands of stars sparkled in the sky above, reminding him of sprinkles on a cake and how Richie was always very generous with his sprinkles. Sadly it wasn’t a full moon but that didn’t mean the stars still weren’t any less vibrant.
He looked back down when he realized he had almost walked right past the Uris residence. He mentally slapped his forehead at how easily he gotten tangled up in the stars and how long he could get lost in their light. But instead of getting his head in the clouds (or stars) again, he kept his gaze on the ground ahead of him. He kept an eye out for any unearthed roots or out of place rocks. Usually, the Uris’ property was very well kept, Donald having a very green thumb and all, but Eddie had learned his lesson on what happens when you aren’t watching where you’re going after the time he tried to go visit Richie while they were having unexpected construction done in their backyard. Eddie shook the thought away, the phantom pain appearing in his knee at the memory.
Thankfully, he ended up successfully making his way to the base of the wall outside Richie’s window. He didn’t have a tree like Eddie, instead, Richie had very nice, thick, white trellises that was built against the wall, delicate vines were interweaving through the different pieces of wood. He debated over throwing pebbles to get Richie’s attention, but if Eddie was correct then Richie would be in no shape to open the window, literally. Instead, he reluctantly began climbing the trellis, carefully placing each foot on a different piece of wood as he slowly made his way up.
With every step, he couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe this will be the time it breaks. This is it, I’m sure of it. Eddie’s hands began to shake with the thought. By some miracle about two steps later he had arrived at Richie’s window. He let out a sigh of relief, but that didn’t mean his hands stopped shaking. That made the task of pushing Richie’s window up a little bit more challenging than usual, but after a couple moments, he was able to open it up wide enough for him to shimmy through.
As he suspected, Richie was nowhere to be seen when he stepped into the dragon’s room. He might’ve been out of sight but if there was one person who knew (almost) all of Richie’s little secrets, like his best hiding spots, it would be Eddie.
Eddie closed the window before shuffling over to the dresser that was adjacent to Richie’s bed, beside his full body mirror. He stood before the dresser and examined each drawer for a moment. Then he got down on his knees, reached out, grabbed the wooden handle of the bottom drawer, and slowly opened it. He wasn’t surprised to find it packed with clothes. This was Richie’s sweater drawer, a perfect place to hide. He carefully took the fabric of the first sweater, lifting it up just high enough for him to be able to peer in between the layers of fabric.
His eyebrows were brought together in a sympathetic way as his lips curled into a warm smile at the sight. “Hey,” Eddie said, affection lacing his voice. In between the layers of sweaters laid a small, itty-bitty dragon. Dark blue and purple scales, with wide purple eyes.
When the layer was lifted up the little dragon opened his eyes and looked up at Eddie. His eyes were big and filled with so much love, but the elf noticed the sadness that laid behind his eyes.
Eddie couldn’t help the way his face melted in adoration at the sight of his boyfriend. “Baby…” He cooed, carefully reaching out and scooping the tiny dragon into his arms like a baby.
This wasn’t unusual for Richie. When things got unusually bad, Richie could almost always be found curled up in the warmest, coziest place he could find, in this dragon form. It was similar to his normal dragon form (which was about the size of a wolf since he wasn’t fully grown yet), but this form is a lot smaller. Like- fit in your hand, pocket-sized small.
Richie did this a fair amount, but he always did it when he needed some attention. Like when his world felt like it was falling in on him and all he wanted to do was curl up in Eddie's arms and melt away. Sadly he couldn't do that in his normal human-sized form, good thing his mini dragon form was perfect for that.
Eddie stayed there, sitting on the floor with his little mini dragon cradled like a baby in his arms. At some point, his legs began to ache. He tried to not disturb Richie while he slowly got to his feet and carefully took a seat on Richie’s bed. The elf shuffled over a big so his back was against the wall. Once he was comfortable he tilted his head down to look at baby Richie. His eyes were tightly shut and his body was tense.
Eddie leaned forward, lowering his arms onto the bed to lay Richie down. When the drag felt the bed underneath him instead of Eddie’s arms, he yawned and stretched.
“Big stretch” Eddie cooed, he watched Richie with a small playful smile.
The little dragon shook out his body when he was finished with his stretch. He looked up towards his massive boyfriend who currently towered over him with big, wonder-filled eyes.
Eddie exhaled through his nose and smirked. His hand wandered towards Richie and scratched the top of his head. Richie closed his eyes contently and enjoyed the good itch. Then, this is the good part, Eddie took his index finger and dragged it from the tip of the dragon’s nose, over his head, down his neck and back, right to the tip of his tail. That was his special trick. It sent shivers rippling through his body as Richie flopped onto the bed, he smiled lazily as he absolutely loved it when Eddie did that.
The elf giggled like a little school girl at his dragon boyfriend who was currently rolling in love. Slowly he lowered his arm down towards Richie. The dragon quickly accepted the invitation, jumping to attention and scurrying up Eddie’s arm to rest on his shoulders like a fancy scarf. He rested his head on Eddie’s shoulder, settling in right beside his ear, giving it a quick lick.
Eddie immediately burst into giggles again, “keep it in your pants!” he tried to calm his voice but he couldn’t stop the giggles. Richie couldn’t laugh, obviously, since he was a dragon, but the rapid happy breaths that tickled Eddie’s ear worked just as well.
A few moments later Richie got up and climbed up Eddie’s neck and onto his head, burying himself in the elf’s thick brown hair.
Eddie felt the weight shift from his shoulders to his head, he smiled even though he knew Richie can’t see it. He raised his hand up and gave his dragon a little pet as he got comfortable.
After a moment Eddie could literally feel Richie relax on his head, his little dragon form finally releasing the tension he had been holding. With that Eddie sighed, himself relaxing, similar to his dragon boyfriend.
“Goodnight babe,” Eddie whispered into the darkness of the night.
Richie can’t talk, instead, he let out a soft, little “Meep,”. Eddie knew well enough that that was his way of saying Goodnight Spaghetti.
Word Count: 2484
This chapter had so much fluff I really enjoyed writing it! And oh my gOD I love mini dragon Richie- like i can totally connect with wanting to just be fully engulfed by someone touch, AH HE'S JUST SO CUTE!
Anways I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter as much as I have.
Also make sure to go check out my other story Everfalls to catch the final chapter this friday!
