Well a 3rd part was requested so here we go hope it doesn't suck too bad! Have a wonderful new year, happy 2018! Yay! I'm super excited for 2019 because the next chapter is coming out omg I'm gonna see it for sure! The lullaby is called Daddy's Lap, and yes I changed the words but it works soooooo...

Warning: This chapter has sexual assault in it so if you don't want to read it then skip. There's also a bathtub scene, but nothing really happens, but warning if it triggers you. It's rated high T for a reason.

Same rules as the other parts, obvi.

Disclaimer: I don't own IT.

3rd Person

Richie awoke suddenly, having heard a loud scream. He turned to look at Eddie, who was writhing and screaming in his sleep. Night terrors. Richie got up quickly, feeling slightly dizzy. He shouldn't of stood up so fast. Nevertheless, Richie was by Eddie's side in a matter of moments.

"Shhh, Eds, it's ok, you're safe, shhhhh," Richie tried his best to comfort the smaller boy, but it did nothing. Richie sighed, picking him up carefully. He rocked Eddie in his arms gently, and it seemed to calm him. Eddie was soon still. Richie started to sing:

"When the sun drops out of sight

And stars twinkle in the night,

When the birdies fly to rest,

There's a place I love the best:

Richie's lap, 'cause it's my nest.

Lullaby,

Lulla, lullaby."

"That was beautiful, Rich." A voice, mulled over with sleep, spoke up. Richie jumped, dropping Eddie, and letting out a small screech. Eddie yelped when he made contact with the floor, hitting his head.

"What the fuck, Eddie! You nearly gave me a heart attack!" Richie exclaimed, clutching his chest. Eddie rolled his eyes, holding his head. Richie realized what happened, rushing to Eddie's side. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah- fuck." Eddie had a huge bump on his head, smack dab in the middle of his forehead.

"Does it hurt?" Richie wondered.

"Like hell."

"Shit, I'm so sorry, I didn't think-"

"It's not your fault, it was just a reflex." A bruise began to form, turning the bump a sickly greenish-red. "But uh, could I maybe have a Tylenol or something?"

"Oh, sure." Richie ran to the bathroom, grabbing a small bottle. "Here, take this." He handed it to Eddie, who quickly downed the pills without water. Richie was slightly stunned, but he snapped out of it. "Everything good, Eds? Can we go back to bed now?" It was 3 in the morning, and Richie was exhausted from the last few days.

"Yeah." Eddie paused, thinking. "Could I sleep with you?" Richie nodded.

"Sure, Eds, but warning: I kick in my sleep!" Richie laughed.

"Ok." Richie and Eddie climbed into the bed. Richie pulled Eddie in closer, wrapping his arms around the smaller boy. They fell asleep quickly, and Eddie didn't have anymore night terrors. Although he did wake up once after being kicked in the leg, he slept well that night.

"Eds? Hey, wake up!" Richie whispered, shaking Eddie.

"Hmm!" Eddie protested, half asleep.

"I have to pee, can you wait here for a minute?" Richie questioned.

"Wash your hands," Eddie mumbled sleepily.

"Ok, I will." Richie left to go to the bathroom, leaving Eddie alone in the bed. He shivered, even underneath all the covers. He wanted Richie back, he was warm. Luckily for him, Richie returned soon after, climbing back into bed. Eddie tucked his head in the crook of Richie's neck, sighing contently.

"Bubba, you're shivering! Do you want another blanket?" Richie asked, slightly worried.

"No. I want you," He murmured, sleep lacing his voice. "You keep me warm." Sure enough, Eddie's shivering stopped after a couple of minutes curled up next to Richie.

"Aww, ok then. I just don't want my Eddie Spaghetti catching a cold before our wedding!" Richie exclaimed happily.

"When is it?" Eddie asked, perking up.

"Tomorrow, I think. The whole kingdom was invited, is that ok?" Richie wondered.

"Yeah, but I don't wanna talk to anybody."

"Ok bubba, I'll stay by your side the whole time, promise."

~Time Skip~

"I do."

"I now pronounce you husband and husband. You may seal your vows with a kiss."

Richie leaned in, head turned down to look at Eddie. Eddie was on his tiptoes, but still wasn't tall enough to reach Richie, who stood in at 5'8. Poor Eddie was merely 5'3. Richie took the lead, grabbing Eddie's cheeks and kissing him full on the lips. Eddie immediately kissed back, pulling him in closer. They pulled away once Eddie was out of breath, and red faced.

"I love you!" Eddie exclaimed quietly.

"I love you more, bubba." Richie wiggled his eyebrows. "I'm gonna get a drink, hold on." Richie left to grab some punch, leaving Eddie. He sat down, waiting for his husband to return, but after several minutes, he was still missing.

Richie loved punch. He loved it so much, that he decided to have 6 glasses of it. He had forgotten his promise. Eddie was sitting alone. Nobody had congratulated him, they were all around Richie.

Eddie decided to search for Richie in the crowd. He hated the idea of having to walk though the thick wall of sweaty, dirty people on the dance floor. But he wanted to find Richie. Eddie snuck through the crowd, wondering where Richie had gone. He had spotted Richie, but he tripped over somebody's foot, landing on the floor, hard. Eddie yelped as he felt a hand grip his ankle, and he was dragged into the bathroom. A rag was swiftly put in his mouth, and his hands were tied together.

(Hey warning)

A man was standing over him. He removed Eddie's top, leaning in. He bit down on Eddie's arm, breaking the skin. He watched as the blood spilled out, and he licked it up. Eddie squirmed, and the man ripped off his pants. He palmed Eddie through his boxers, grabbing and squeezing his dick. Eddie struggled, but he couldn't do anything.

Richie was nervous. He had gone back to see Eddie, but he wasn't there. He searched the whole room, but Eddie wasn't there. Richie decided to check the bathrooms. One was in use, so he knocked. It sounded like there were two people in there, instead of one. This was a common problem, and Richie knew how to take care of it. He grabbed the key, unlocking the door. He pushed it open.

"There will be no sex at royal weddings, now get- Eddie?" Richie was stunned. Eddie was crying, with a rag in his mouth. Somebody was trying to rape him. Richie felt the anger bubble up inside him, at this stranger assaulting Eddie-

"GET THE FUCK OFF HIM RIGHT NOW! GUARDS!" Richie swung his fist into the man's face, giving him the chance to drag Eddie out of danger. He delivered a swift quick to his crotch, and let his guards take over. He turned his attention to Eddie, who, though all the tears, had fear in his eyes. Richie bent down to help untie him, and take the rag out. They watched as the man was dragged off by the royal guards.

"Did he hurt you?" Richie asked a crying Eddie. He nodded. "Oh, bubba, I'm so sorry, this is all my fault, I never should've left your side. Will you ever forgive me?" Eddie nodded slowly, leaning into Richie. Eddie's breathing was still quick and unsteady, so Richie pulled out the inhaler he was keeping in his pocket.

"Hey, hey, just breathe." He put it in Eddie's mouth, pumping it. Eddie calmed down slowly. Richie pulled him in for a hug. "Shhhh, bubba, you're safe now. Just relax." Eddie was whimpering softly, head buried in Richie's chest. "Are you ok now?" Eddie looked up at Richie.

"Could I have my clothes?" He asked weakly. It broke Richie's heart to hear him like this. Richie took the clothes, and slowly began to put them back on Eddie. At first, Eddie flinched and backed away, but Richie wasn't going to hurt him. He waited for Eddie to calm down before putting them on and helping him stand up. Eddie wasn't steady on his feet, visibly shaken up. Richie scooped him up, holding him like a baby.

"We're going home now, bubba. I can run you a bath and get you all cleaned up, ok?" Eddie hummed in agreement. The palace wasn't far, but Richie couldn't carry Eddie the whole way, so he called a limo. It arrived quickly, and the two boys hopped in.

"Rich?"

"Yeah?"

"Why did you leave me?" Eddie asked, his voice dropping. Richie stumbled over words, then cleared his throat.

"Eds, I didn't mean to, I just wanted a drink, but all these people came up to me and-"

"But you could've ignored them." Richie was silent. Eddie was right, he could've left to be with Eddie, but he had chosen to stay and talk.

"I'm so sorry. This is all my fault." Richie looked away from Eddie, disappointed at himself. Eddie grabbed his face and turned it so Richie was facing him. Eddie leaned in and kissed him. Richie ran his tongue against Eddie's lip, making Eddie open his mouth in surprise. Richie pushed his tongue in, exploring every inch of Eddie's mouth. Their tongues battled for dominance, Richie quickly taking over. Eddie pulled away, out of breath. Both boys had red faces, blushing shyly.

"I forgive you." Eddie panted. The limo stopped, letting the two lovers out. Richie yelled for a bath to be ran, and he took Eddie to the kitchen. The chef handed them each a plate of pizza, and Eddie chowed down, finishing rather quickly.

"Wow Eds, hungry much?" Eddie lowered his head in embarrassment, but he was giggling. "Do you want some more?" Eddie looked up, smiling and nodding. Richie handed him another slice, which he devoured as well. After his third slice of pizza, Eddie was done. "Did... did they even feed you?" Eddie's smile disappeared.

"Barely. I wasn't allowed to eat normally, only a couple of small meals a week." Richie frowned. Eddie was the most perfect person he knew. But it did explain a lot. Eddie was small, in every way. Richie liked this about him, as he was much taller and bigger in proportion to Eddie. Eddie's hand fit perfectly in his.

"Hey, how about that bath? It should be ready by now." Eddie watched as Richie got up, and he followed him to the bathroom. "Do you want to be alone?" Richie started to walk out, but Eddie grabbed him by the arm.

"No," Eddie spoke, pressing his lips into a straight line. "Stay." Richie smiled, closing the door.

"Ladies first!" Richie laughed. Eddie snorted, shaking his head, but said nothing. He stripped down to his boxers, Richie doing the same. He held Eddie's hand, helping him get in the tub without slipping. Richie hopped in, as he was used to the slippery surface. Richie massaged Eddie's scalp, cleansing it with shampoo. He was a little hyper, and when he had finished with the shampoo, he dunked Eddie underwater and rubbed his head to wash it off. Eddie surfaced as soon as Richie's hand left his head, gasping for breath. He glared at Richie, who felt guilty.

"Sorry Eds," Richie apologized. Eddie's glare softened, but he was still upset.

"Just don't do it again, please." Richie nodded eagerly, soaping up his hands. Richie dropped the soap, grinning. He placed his hands on Eddie's chest, and washing it for him. Eddie closed his eyes as Richie ran his soapy hands all over him, stopping at his waist. Eddie moved Richie's hands, placing them on his cheeks. Richie rubbed Eddie's cheek with his thumb, massaging it. Eddie hummed in delight. Richie was the best thing to ever happen to him, and Eddie was thankful for that. The two of them lived together, on for many years, until both passed away in a plane crash.

HERE LIES RICHARD AND EDWARD TOZIER

DECEMBER 23, 1973 - AUGUST 4, 2013

SEPTEMBER 3, 1974 - AUGUST 4, 2013

GONE, BUT NEVER FORGOTTEN

I'm so sorry everyone but I was sad ok. Don't bother with math, Richie was 40 and Eddie was 39. The next chap will be happier, (I hope) but no promises! Have a wonderful 2018 guys!

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