#Bat!Eddie Munson

[storiesbyrhi]

In progress series Total word count: 83,064 thus far Witch!reader x bat/vampire!Eddie Munson

No witch has stepped foot in Hawkins since 1845, but when Vecna opens the ground and poisons the town, a voice begins to call to you. Have you been brought back to this cursed place to heal the townspeople's wounds, to save a hexed bat that always finds its way to you, or to redefine your history with a reunion 150 years in the making?

Warnings: canon typical violence, swearing, horror genre typical violence/infrequent gore, death/dying, animal death, suicide, abusive parents, death in childbirth (mentioned - not described), spiders/bug, no beta, grief/mourning; light smut; warnings updated each chapter.

Extras: From 1586 to 1986 - our story's timeline The Grimoire - all the magical references ^updated with each chapter Book cover art Eddie art

Chapters:

one: Eptesicus fuscus 2809 words A voice calls to you.

two: From sickness a reprieve 3443 words There are many different ways to heal.

three: A drop of witch's blood 2755 words When is a man, not a man?

four: Deserving of hex or death 3371 words An ye harm none, do what ye will.

five: A gateway to the woods 2562 words In honour and love.

six: To symbolise atonement and reconciliation 2714 words Death and transformation, or: how to unhex.

seven: I wasn't your burden to bear 2740 words Bury a candle and give allegiance.

eight: Lux solis urere hic malum 3051 words Death is here.

nine: That's the real monster 2962 words What is expected of us?

ten: This is holy work 2909 words Violence comes twofold.

eleven: A carnal fight of bodies 3046 words A witch will not fight alone.

twelve: I remember destruction 2777 words The timeline narrows and questions begin to find answers. 

thirteen: A question of morality 2882 words Warning... answers may lead to endings.

fourteen: The natural laws of magic and earth 3294 words We are our memories.

fifteen: Fade to black 3170 words Before death.

sixteen: Everything all at once 3515 words Liminal spaces.

seventeen: Where there is death 3668 words We speak to those beyond.

eighteen: A ghost in the memory 2552 words Magic for magic.

nineteen: Love and be loved 2292 words It's time to wake up.

twenty: Slit the throat of fear 3635 words A non-linear and incomplete series of vignettes.

twenty one: Your defense is me 2590 words Looming doom.

twenty two: I will not survive you 2918 words It's time for a family reunion.

twenty three: Our mutineer fate 3390 words In coven we trust.

twenty four: Come pleading for absolution 3124 words Pulling strings and aura reading. 

twenty five: Continue to delight me 2738 words Homeward bound.

twenty six: No new monsters 2994 words Life goes on.

twenty seven: Deep, dark catacombs of my soul 2888 words To build a home. (bonus: Little Witch's Moody Midnight Mix Tape)

twenty eight: A monument to witchcraft and love 2340 words. You are wide awake. (bonus: Little Witch and Eddie's Home inspo board)

twenty nine:

thirty:

thirty one:

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[chopper-witch]

Hey everyone writing vampire/bat Eddie

#eddie munson #bat!eddie #vampire!eddie #vampire!eddie munson #bat!eddie munson

[ali-r3n]

I am crying 😭

#found on pinterest #bat!eddie #bat eddie munson #bat!eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x reader #bat!eddie munson #eddie munson memes

[muertawrites]

vampire!eddie coming home still in his bat form and too exhausted to shift back so instead he just curls up in the crook of your neck and falls asleep there with his little wings wrapped around you

you wake up in the morning with a full size eddie snoring on top of you

#eddie munson #team edward as in munson #vampire!eddie munson #vampire!eddie munson x reader #bat!eddie munson #bat!eddie

[love-toxin]

Eddie as a vampire is very... sensitive when he’s thirsty, you and Steve, Robin, and Nancy quickly learn. One of them (let’s face it probably Steve) accidentally insults him and he just takes you to the next room (no you have no say) and curls up in his bat form in between your boobs. You can feel him grumpily nuzzling in there for the first minute or two, and he hisses if anyone opens the shirt to reveal light, or the other three suggest you, ya know... shaking him out

SHAKING HIM !!!!! omg.....lil bat eddie squeaking in shock when they make you drop him out of your bra, only to furiously fly around the room and nip and tug at steve's hair in vengeance, before he clambers back up your legs to burrow himself back into the warmth and comfort of your bra. this time he snuggles himself right underneath both your boobs so he's totally protected. next time steve opens his mouth he promises to rip all his hair out and make a nest out of it this time.

#bat!eddie munson #eddie munson #fruity four #fruity four x reader #steve harrington #st 4 #stranger things #anons

[shanakin-skywalker]

Bat!Eddie would absolutely burrow in between AFAB!Reader’s breasts. They are so soft and warm, how can he not? You’ll wake up in the morning feeling something fuzzy on your chest and he’s just sleeping away. Any time he can, he’s there.

#bat!eddie munson #bat!eddie #bat eddie munson #bat Eddie #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x f!reader #eddie munson x afab reader #eddie munson x plus size reader #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x female reader #joseph quinn x f!reader #joseph quinn x afab!reader #joseph quinn x plus size reader #stranger things

[hellcheer-heaven]

Winners of the art poll: Chrissy and Bat!Eddie. I had some digital sketches that I made months ago and I decided to complete them. The art is Don Bluth inspired and based on a previous piece of fan art that I made of them here.

Chrissy wanders around in the forest and finds a little bat, secretly caring for it at her house. She’s surprised to learn that said bat can talk and has been inflicted with a terrible curse by the evil Vecna.

I decided to include the art with and without the vhs filter.

Also yes Chrissy’s hair looks bad in the forest scene 😣

#hellcheer #eddissy #munningham #chrissy cunningham #eddie munson #chrissy x eddie #eddie x chrissy #don bluth #don bluth inspired #my art #hellcheer fan art #hellcheer fanart #hellcheer art #au!stranger things #hellcheer au #hellcheer au! #stranger things!au #artist on tumblr #bat!eddie #bat!eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fanart #stranger things fan art

[hellfirexhoe]

#bat!eddie #bat eddie #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson imagine #eddie fucking munson #bat!eddie munson #bat eddie munson

[lover4st]

okay so idk why but i feel like bat!eddie literally just hates kiwi. thoughts?

#bat!eddie #bat!eddie munson #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie #munson

[smieszkanazawsze]

Eddie in his bat form

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#eddie munson #eddie munson art #eddie munson fanart #vampire eddie munson #vampire eddie my love #vampire!eddie #vampire!eddie munson #bat!eddie #bat!eddie munson

[taleofharrison]

This video but that thing dancing is bat!Eddie

#eddie munson #bat!eddie munson

[storiesbyrhi]

Witch!Reader x Bat/Vampire!Eddie Munson Series Masterlist The Grimoire The Timeline

Warnings: canon typical violence, horror genre typical violence/some infrequent gore, swearing, animal death, no beta, death in childbirth (mentioned, not described), abusive parents, suicide, spiders/bugs, grief/mourning; light smut; warnings updated each chapter.

Synopsis: No witch has stepped foot in Hawkins since 1845, but when Vecna opens the ground and poisons the town, a voice begins to call to you. Have you been brought back to this cursed place to heal the townspeople’s wounds, to save a hexed bat that always finds its way to you, or to redefine your history with a reunion 150 years in the making?

Chapter Summary: You are wide awake. 2340 words.

1986

Every day Eddie watched the jar. He watched how the moon water moved, alive and with a viscosity different from regular water. He watched the apple slices dry and the sprigs of lavender go stiff. He thought if he watched closely enough, he’d see the magic working, but he never caught a glimmer of craft.

When it was time, you let him plant the enchanted seed in the new coven neighbourhood. Your home would grow furthest out, close to the shade of the woods. A spell later, you were traveling back to Forest Hills to begin packing the trailer up.

It had been months since you’d moved in, therefore you had accumulated a lot of items.

“Do you need all of these?” Eddie asked, holding up one of five shoeboxes, all packed with feathers you had found. “And is this a normal amount of feathers to find? What is wrong with the birds in Hawkins?”

“Yes and no and a lot. I told you that if you are gonna help, you can’t question every single thing you pick up,”

“I’m doing no such thing,” he rebutted.

“Eddie, you told me to cull my jar collection,”

“I stand by it. There are too many. You can collect more,”

“I use them! Frequently! And I don’t just keep any jar. All the ones I have are, like, uniquely shaped or extra sturdy!” you whined. “Asking a witch to not collect jars is just…” You shook your head, not able to find the words to express the atrocity.

Eddie smiled at you softly. “Perhaps I am not the best helper,” he conceded. “Perhaps my time would be better spent doing something else,”

“Something else like use your vampire speed to clean the bathroom, or something else like turn into a bat and sleep?”

An hour later, Eddie was asleep in one of the boxes containing clothes, and you were wrapping more empty jars in bubble wrap.

…

A monument to witchcraft and love. That’s what Eddie thought when he saw the house. It had the glorious drama of Ev’s Victorian home and the softness of the other witches’ cottages. Expansive stained glass windows. Detailed architraves, the wood so dark it appeared black. Red brick. A single-story structure, but the dome of a conservatory was visible over the roof. It extended back into the woods, settling into the landscape as if it had always been there.

Eddie thought back to all the places he had lived in. The house his father’s rage felt the brunt of as much as he did. The farm he came into adulthood on. The colony caves. The cold and lonely hotel rooms. The trees above Forest Hills. He’d never had a home, apart from your arms, but there it was. Real and in front of him.

The sun was setting over the valley as Eddie stood before the house. You’d seen it early that day, doing your final checks before okaying the move. It was your magic the house grew from, so naturally you were less awestruck by it. The floorplan and aesthetic had been born in your mind. Still, it was a beautiful thing.

“Think it will do?” you asked Eddie, coming to stand beside him.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away from it. “It’s…” How many different words were there for ‘home,’ he wondered. What language could fully communicate the depth of emotion?

“Enchanted seeds create homes, not houses,” you told him as you walked towards the front door. “Come and see.”

Eddie followed, almost expecting something to happen as he crossed the front door threshold. Once inside, Eddie clenched his jaw. It was more perfect than he could have anticipated.

The furniture was plush and comfortable, an eclectic mix of antique pieces and modern amenities. Bookshelves stood tall and waiting, ready for the library to arrive. Potted ivy trailed up and around curtain railings and along the walls.

“You never got to see my place in the Catskills. A lot of the furniture comes from there. The rest comes from the seed… It’s the kind of magic that makes me wish we could study it, you know? I want to know the science of it. How does it work?”

“It seems to me that part of the power of magic is in the unknowing,” Eddie replied, as wise as any of the Witches Who Came Before.

“It does appear to be the case,” you agreed.

For a while, you let Eddie wander aimlessly through the house.

He marvelled at the bath, huge and round, like a pond and definitely big enough for two. A huge wardrobe door that opened into a secret library. The conservatory full of thriving plants, flowers, herbs, and other living things Eddie did not have a word for. Every window a different shape but never square. Strange detailing like cat shaped doorknobs and pink quartz basins.

Eventually, Eddie sat on the end of the huge bed, its four posts grand and its linen crisp. He looked over at you and held out his hands.

“Come.”

You walked to him, taking his hands, and standing between his legs. Eddie looked up at you with those sparkling brown eyes, the adoration radiating from him.

“It’s an irrational idea, this fear I have that I’m dreaming. That I am still cursed, haunting this town until the end of time. But a vampire cannot dream. The cursed cannot dream. But still…”

Gently, you let go of Eddie’s hands and leaned into him, snaking your fingers into his hair as he pressed himself into your body, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“You are wide awake. Alive… kind of… But definitely here. With me. In our home. Soon-to-be, with our friends. Our family. And just in time for Halloween.”

He purred a happy sound, nodding into you. “A witch’s favourite holiday?” he hazarded a guess.

“Hmm, not all of us. Most of the witches I’ve known tended to find more obscure holidays to worship at the altar of. New Years is a big one, too. Alas, I am but a cliché All Hallows witch,”

“With much respect, I see that,” Eddie said. You laughed, shrugged. He looked up at you again. “You did fall in love with a vampire, after all.”

…

Far away from the rest of the world, you and Eddie spent almost a week settling into the new house. Grimoires were catalogued into one of the three library rooms. Dandelion puffs were jarred and shelved. Every trinket found its home.

Eddie tested the rainbow light that flooded the rooms, discovering that in the magic there was safety. Sunlight that filtered through the windows did not burn him. He could be free and at ease.

You explained to Eddie the importance of representing the elements within the home. Earth in the plants, wooden carpentry, and the grounding crystals. Fire in the candles, ever-burning incense, and roaring fireplaces that only ever emitted the exact level of heat you wanted.  (“In summer, the flames burn cold,” you told Eddie and watched his smile grow.) Water in the mirrors, seashells, and small fountains found in the glasshouse room. Lastly, air in the wind chimes, feathers, and windows that could remain open without upsetting the temperature inside.

During the day, you began work on your garden, creating flower beds in the shape of pentagrams and sewing seeds. Borage for the butterflies and bees, primrose – I can’t live without you; angelica in case you need to break any future hexes; and yarrow, amaryllis, and polypodies.

One evening, just before sunset, you found Eddie rummaging through the apothecary pantry. As you entered the room, his manic smile told you he’d had an idea.

“What’s the story, morning glory?” you asked him, perching on a stool.

Eddie sunk to his knees and shrugged. “The fires are out… The Shire is no longer burning,”

“The Shire being… Hawkins?”

“Yes. And us. We’ve sailed to the Undying Lands,”

“You’re really making Tolkien your whole personality, huh?” you joked.

Eddie smiled up at you. “Until the next book… But what I’m saying is, now that we do not have a battle to prepare for. No conflict upon the horizon. What do we do with all of eternity?”

“Oh… My plan was to eat a lot of Meg’s cinnamon rolls… Try to get Steve Harrington to stop haunting Mel… Maybe work on a spell to make myself teeny tiny so I can ride around on you when you’re a bat…”

“Wait, seriously?”

You gave him a sly smile. “Maybe,”

“Well, I would love that… But, I was thinking a little more introspectively. Back to things we have thought about before. Like, why I am the way that I am… What that means…” He ran a finger along the leaves of the mimosa pudica plant beside him. The leaves felt his touch, curled inwards on themselves. It was one of Eddie’s favourites, the way it reacted to the world around it.

“Any new insights?” you asked softy.

“No… But… If I believe in you and in your magic and the way you make sense of the world… then I… I have to do something,”

“Do something?”

“We get back what we give, right?”

“Yeah,” you agreed. “It’s not always obvious or direct. Or timely. Or even equally fair… But, yeah… There is definitely something like the concept of karma at play. And even if there isn’t, living as if there is can only be a good thing,”

“Then I must show more grace… and gratitude… Even if I am a monster, maybe especially because I am… I can give goodness too.”

Without thinking, you slid off the stool and joined Eddie on the floor. “You already do. You don’t owe the world anything.”

Eddie smiled, first a small soft thing, almost sad, but then it twisted into something else. Ear-to-ear and full of teeth. “I owe it more than one life,”

“But if we count all the lives you have saved. Both by killing what plagued this town, and by preventing deaths at the hands of bad people-”

“Morality cannot be simple addition and subtraction. There is no math that can quantify goodness or righteousness. You know that,” Eddie cut in. He watched your face, saw the pensiveness blossom across it. “Don’t worry, my little witch, my plan is not as life-or-death as this all makes it seem… I just want to do something good for your friends,”

“Your friends,” you corrected quickly. “They’ll be your friends too. Your family. You’re part of this coven.”

Eddie reached out to cup your face in his hands. “Your coven is yours. But I will take the friendship. I have years of loneliness to make up for,”

“Then what-”

He cut you off again, this time with a kiss. You brought your hands up to his shoulders, draping your arms around his neck. Eddie pulled you into his lap and you curled into him like the leaves of the mimosa.

His mouth kissed and sucked at your neck between sentence fragments. “I’m-” kiss “going-” kiss “to plant-” lick “them-” kiss “flowers.” His punctuation a kiss that wanted to be a bite.

You were hardly listening to his words. His words and ideas and introspective musings could all wait.

Eddie laid you down on the floor, the smell of the oak still new. You arched your back and pulled him down by his collar.

“Bed,” you mumbled into his mouth.

“Why build a house if we’re not gonna use it,” he answered.

One hand splayed next to your head to keep him up, the other tickling its way under the hem of your skirt and up your thigh.

“Besides,” Eddie said. “Doesn’t feel like you can wait.” He was sliding your underwear off, throwing them across the room. He rested a hand on you, sliding an index finger through your slickness.

“I can’t,” you agreed, breathy and impatient. “Now. I want you now.”

Eddie didn’t have to be asked twice. With his pants still hanging from an ankle, he was fast to set up and slow on approach. You felt the tip of him follow the path made by his hand, gathering wetness, and shooting electricity through your body.

You melted into jelly beneath him, bliss written all over your face. Eddie loved you like this, pliable and prone to tears of ecstasy.

He held himself back, keeping his pace slow and steady. His vampire muscles screamed to go faster, to rail you into next week, but he liked pulling you apart. Liked how you unconsciously uttered strings of words like ‘full’ and ‘please’ and ‘can’t.’ Liked when you clawed at him to come closer, bit down on his shoulder.

“I love you,” he told you, mouth on your ear, tongue licking. “So. Fucking. Much.”

There was a seemingly endless amount of ways Eddie had learned could make you cum. Talking to you was a favourite for you both.

“You’re so perfect, so perfect… You feel so perfect… You’re so warm and soft and I… I want to eat you whole…”

Your response was in the pooling tears and the nodding and the slack jaw. The begging, “Please. Please.”

“I love you. I love you. I love you.” It was all it took. Your orgasm exploded moments before his. Eddie’s thrusting getting harder and faster for the few seconds he took to follow you. He had to grind his teeth together to stop himself from ripping into your neck.

You kept your eyes closed, not aware of your surroundings. When you felt Eddie’s arms slide beneath you, you smiled and hummed. He carried you to your new bed, cleaning your skin with a warm washcloth before curling himself in behind you.

With the last of your day’s energy, you tangled your fingers through his, falling asleep happily.

As Eddie listened to your breathing find its mellow night rhythm, he saw a vision of you in his mind. Hands full of flowers and foliage. A coven of audience. Glorious and beaming. 

End Note: I made a small Pinterest board with inspo for their house - click here to view.

I hope you are all as well as any of us can be at a time like this. I hope this story continues to provide comfort, escapism, and fuel for daydreams. xo Rhi

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[batty4steddie]

The first night Steve stayed over, Eddie gave him a Corroded Coffin t-shirt to sleep in. It was meant to be a temporary solution, just something to throw on to sleep, but it quickly became his shirt. It was the most comfortable piece of fabric to ever grace his skin. No matter how much he wore it, it still smelled like Eddie. After Steve cropped it during a brutally hot summer, he felt tawdry whenever he wore it in front of Wayne. It was worth the slight embarrassment whenever Eddie wrapped his arms around him from behind. Eddie’s hands would rest on Steve’s midriff and squeeze him so tenderly that every inch of him felt loved.

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie drabble #sharing clothes #crop top #good night #don't let the bed bats bite

[ali-r3n]

Playing hide and seek with Bat!Eddie

#eddie munson x reader #bat!eddie x reader #bat!eddie #bat eddie #bat eddie munson #bat!eddie munson #eddie munson fluff

[kennahjune]

Thinking of Steddie Soulmates where you feel every pain your soulmate feels.

Thinking of little Steve feeling every backhand and punch from Eddie’s dad.

Thinking of little Eddie feeling Steve break his arm and the pain being so much worse because his parents refuse to take him to the hospital until the school gets involved.

Thinking of Eddie finally moving in with Wayne and sure, the paternal beating are done, but now he’s just a small town Freak that’s constantly targeted.

Thinking of Eddie and Steve in their Sophomore/Freshman years respectively, not knowing who the other is outside of rumors and (unknowingly) their shared pain.

Thinking of Eddie finally escaping pain, the bullying turning to mainly verbal shit.

Only to be thrust right back into pain because his soulmates a walking hazard.

Thinking of Eddie having no idea what’s going on when he suddenly feels like one giant bruise after Steve’s beat up by Jonathan. Eddie watching Steve fall from grace in his Junior year and not connecting the dots.

Billy coming along and smashing a fucking plate over Steve’s head while Eddie’s peacefully sleeping. Eddie jolting awake with a shout because /holy fucking shit ow—/

Neither of them connecting the dots.

Then Steve graduates, and Eddie’s held back. And the pain subsides for a bit.

And then fuck all happens in Starcourt and Eddie literally feels like he’s dying and Jesus H. Christ is his soulmate /ok/??? Like they are getting seriously fucked up.

And then that recedes and it ok for a while— Eddie will still get killer pains that seem to circulate in his chest and head, but that’s to be expected with whatever tf his poor soulmate is going through year after year.

And then the fuckery of March 1986 happens and Chrissy Cunningham is dead in his trailer— his home— and he’s wanted for fucking murder and hiding in Rick’s dingy ass boat house—

And then he’s shoving none other than Steve Harrington up against a wall with a broken bottle helps to his throat. Eddie’s so piped on adrenaline he barely feels the sting in his back, but he does feel the zing of pressure on his throat and ok /ow—/

And he’s staring at Steve Harrington, who looks kinda terrified and so pretty and Eddie’s holding a bottle to his throat and is that Dustin?—

And—

And holy shit.

Eddie’s eyes widen at the same time as Steve’s and the realization hits them both at once.

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #robin buckley #will byers #lucas sinclair #steddie #max mayfield #el hopper #steddie fics #steddie idea #steddie soulmate au #gonna do smth with steve and robin being literal platonic soulmates #steve and eddie going through the bat bites #steve saving eddie in the UD because of their soul bond #i can’t think of anything else #I’m so fucking tired 😭 #goodnight (probably)

[love-toxin]

Vampire!eddie holding you sweetly when you cry, because your little bat babies want mama to swing with them and they don’t understand why she can’t/won’t

how could you do this to me....

(cw: blood mention)

"It's okay, baby. C'mon–shhh, it's okay.."

Rarely has Eddie seen you in a state like this; bawling your eyes out and collapsed into his arms, so upset all you can do is whimper and take deep, shaky breaths as you try not to sob too loudly. And that's taking into account the fact that you've been together for years now, you've been through hell together, and you've birthed him the most beautiful babies he swears he's ever laid his eyes on, yet he's never witnessed you crumble in this particular way–and all over something he found relatively silly, even though you certainly didn't see it the same way.

"I disappointed them…I let down my babies…" Your lower lip wobbles, your sniffles loud and wet and pitiful. Maybe part of this reaction is because your hormones are a little crazy right now, but Eddie's grip doesn't loosen and his kisses to your temple don't slow just because it might be an overreaction on your part. He doesn't really care if it is, because the fact of the matter is that the comment your youngest made, while totally without malice, absolutely crushed you to tears, and you need comforting now more than you ever have before.

"Oh, sweet girl, you haven't let them down–I promise. They just don't know any better." Eddie squeezes you tighter, his hand comes round to pull your thigh higher on his lap and rub at it when you're seated more comfortably. The comment in question was that harmless "Mama, why don't you swing with us? Why can't mama swing?" and it rendered you speechless and teary-eyed as you very swiftly excused yourself, leaving Eddie to busy them for a minute or two before he could follow you to your master bedroom.

"But it's not just that!" You cry, clinging to his worn-out Black Sabbath t-shirt that he refuses to part with, despite the many little holes that catch your fingers as you do. "I can't fly with you, I can't sleep like you do, I can't take our kids out to teach them how to hunt, I can't swing with them-"

"You do so much more, baby. You're the best mother I could ever want for my children." He kisses the tears off your cheeks in the spaces between his words, before touching your cheek with the pads of his cool fingers and diving in for one on the lips. It's always been a cold kind of thrill, his bloodless flesh sliding against yours like the skin of a corpse–you hate when he compares himself like that.

"But I'm not like you." You sniffle, moments after he's broken it off. "I'll die one day, Eddie. And I'll leave you and all our kids behind."

You both know how much of a sore spot that is. He knows the reality of it all, and so do you, but being prepared for it is completely different than being able to deal with it when it comes. And Eddie knows by that look you give him, when the tears quit falling and streaking your precious cheeks, exactly what idea has struck your mind.

"We don't know if it'll work." He pleads, suddenly all too aware of how sharp his fangs are in his mouth.

"We can try."

"It could kill you," Eddie tears his gaze away from your neck, that beautiful expanse of skin that tests his self-restraint every morning and, especially, every night. "...I could kill you."

Those words hang in the air, that "kill" echoing in the strained silence of your bedroom, save for your own breathing. For the first time in his life he prays, quietly, that you'll let it stop there and drop that ridiculous….idea. That you won't bare your flesh and blood to him, won't look up at him with those eyes full of life and whisper, almost seductively, your plea for him to take it all away.

It's wishful thinking. Even moreso that he'll have the self-control not to give you what you want, and take what he needs so desperately in the process.

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