I'm sick, got a cold. Do I need to say much else? It's gonna be bad, just bare with me guys. Ily and thanks for comments and stuff! So this story is basically the classic Cinderella, but twisted and with our fav characters, Eddie and Richie. Well, I hope it doesn't suck too much! Enjoy my loves :)

Pretending Sonia is Eddie's stepmom cause I don't wanna make up more names.

Disclaimer: I don't own IT.


3rd Person

Eddie ran down the stairs, balancing piles of clothes on his shoulders.

"Eddie! Wash the dishes!" Celeste, Eddie's older step-sister, yelled.

"Coming!" He called.

"Eddie! My feet are sore, I want a foot rub!" Alma, Eddie's other step-sister, demanded. Alma and Celeste were talking about their step-brother, and weren't very kind. "You know, we should call him Cindereddie! Get it?" Alma laughed. Celeste held back a snicker.

"Just a minute!" Eddie exclaimed.

"Edward, make dinner! It's getting late!" Eddie's stepmother, Sonia, said, frowning.

"Yes, of course." Eddie said, rather sarcastically, but Sonia didn't pick it up.

"Is that any way to address me?" She questioned.

"Yes, MA'AM." Eddie sighed. Sonia gave him a curt nod, and left.

"EDDIE!" His step-sisters yelled in unison. Eddie went to Alma's room, rubbing her feet and leaving. He squirted hand sanitizer all over his hands and arms, shuddering. Then he washed the dishes, and made a quick supper of spaghetti and meatballs. He wasn't allowed to have any. He snuck a granola bar out of the closet when nobody was looking, and ran off to the bathroom to eat in peace.

"Eddie!" His step-family called. "Come back!" Their words were harsh, but Eddie obeyed.

"Ahh, there you are. Now, wash all the clothes and scrub the bathroom floor. It appears as if someone ate in there." Sonia instructed. Eddie nodded.

"Yes ma'am." Eddie obliged.

"Good bo- do I smell granola? Did you eat something, Eddie!?" She roared. Eddie shrunk down fearfully. "YOU KNOW THE RULES- NOW GO UPSTAIRS!" He raced up the stairs, and lay himself face down on the floor. He knew what was coming next. Removing his shirt, Eddie winced when the rough fabric brushed his previous injuries.

Sonia stomped up the stairs, and stopped in the hallway, deciding which belt she should use for this situation. She picked out a black leather one, with metal-lined edges. She smiled evilly and entered the room Eddie was in. He was already situated on the floor, making Sonia's smile grow. She lifted up the belt, and brought it down on Eddie's back, hard. A whimper came from the small boy. She whipped him again and again and again- until she had grown tired of hearing his cries.

"Now go." She whispered, venom lacing her words. Eddie struggled to sit up, but managed, and made his way downstairs slowly. He was starving, but Eddie refused to even get near the cabinet, in fear of getting another whipping.

He headed back to the bathroom, grabbing his fanny pack from behind the sink, and cleaned and bandaged his new wounds. They stung, and Eddie wanted to just off himself, right then and there, but he couldn't do it. He sighed, putting away his fanny pack. Eddie took out a mop, having already done the laundry, and started mopping the bathroom floor. He finished over an hour later, due to his back wounds.

Eddie headed downstairs, to the basement. He slept on a small couch down there, huddling against the small heater that he had found. He yawned, exhausted from the day. Eddie hoped tomorrow would be better.

~The Next Day~

Eddie heard excited voices upstairs, and he listened in to their conversation. He could only pick out a few small snippets of it. A prince was inviting everyone in the small town of Derry to come to his royal ball, at which he would pick a princess. Eddie was excited, he hadn't been allowed out much, and never to the palace. He ran upstairs excitedly, and bounded into the room.

"Oh, please, please can I go to the ball?" Eddie begged.

"The palace is not place for someone like you! Plus, you haven't even finished your chores!" Sonia sneered. Eddie's face dropped.

He went to work on his chores, and finished cleaning the entire first floor before the ball. He spent some extra time sewing up his old tuxedo from his dad. Both his parents had died, and he didn't have much left of them. This tux was special, and Eddie planned to wear it to the ball.

When it was time to leave, Sonia, Celeste, and Alma all climbed into a horse-drawn carriage. Eddie tried to get in, but the door was shut, pushing him into the mud.

"Oh, that's no way to show up at a ball! Go inside and clean up! And while we're gone, wash the dishes, mop the floor, and wash, dry, iron, and fold the laundry." Sonia cackled. Eddie's face had mud splatters all over it, and his tears mixed with the mud. He sat on the ground, sobbing. The carriage drove off, leaving poor Eddie alone, covered in mud. He heard a small twinkle in the distance, looking up. There were two boys, around Eddie's age, surrounded by a light aura. One had curly hair, and the other had shorter hair.

"Who are you?" Eddie asked.

"We are your fairy god uncles. I'm Stan, and he's Bill." The curly haired one said.

"So what are you doing here? Go enjoy your day elsewhere." Eddie frowned, looking down.

"We-we're h-here to h-help you." Bill stated.

"Yeah, and we take it that you want to go to the ball? Right?" Stan questioned.

"Yeah, whatever." Eddie mumbled.

"Ok, Cindereddie, well then we can fix your hair, tux, and shoes, and we can get you to the ball."

"That's not my name. Just Eddie." He frowned. "You can really do that?"

"Uh huh." Bill smiled. He handed a small stick to Stan, and he waved it in the air. Eddie's tux and hair magically stuck into place, clean and handsome. He had black glass dress shoes on, and a carriage to ride in.

"Now, have fun. But be back before midnight, because everything wears off then." Stan informed.

"Why?" Eddie wondered, climbing into the carriage.

"Because magic is only temporary. I can't change that, just go!" Stan explained. The carriage took off, heading to the palace.

~At The Palace~

"I've danced with every girl in the kingdom, father. None of them are the right one!" Prince Richie exclaimed.

"Keep trying. You must find a bride before your 16th birthday." The king stated. Just then, a short boy walked in, fiddling with the ends of his tux. Prince Richie went to meet him.

"I don't think we've met. I'm Prince Richie." He asked, "May I have this dance?" The boy's cheeks were a bright red as he nodded, and Richie swung him around, stopping with their faces close. He was tan, with pretty brown eyes and freckles scattered around his face like stars on a moonlit night. Prince Richie danced with the small stranger, until the clock started chiming. It was nearly midnight. The boy paled.

"I-I've got to go. Thank you," He gave Richie a small smile, as he ran down the stairs.

"Wait! I don't even know your name!" Richie exclaimed. The boy kept running, having not heard him. The boy dropped a black glass dress shoe on the stairs, and Richie took it, and went up to his room. Richie sobbed quietly, wondering what he had done wrong. He wrapped the shoe in tissue paper, promising himself to find the mysterious boy he had fallen for. He fell asleep, tear stains prominent on his light skin.

~At Eddie's House~

Eddie watched as his carriage turned back into a pumpkin, his horses into mice, and his tux into a muddy, torn mess. All he had left was a single black glass dress shoe. He ran inside, quickly completing the chores, before sobbing on the couch. He really liked the Prince, and they had danced together! Eddie cried harder, clutching the slipper like it was his lifeline.

Sonia and her daughters rushed inside, slamming the door shut. Eddie jumped, and hid the slipper away so it wouldn't break. He quickly faked being asleep, and it worked, as Sonia left him to rest. Eddie sighed, and tried to fall asleep for real.

~At The Palace~

"Richie, have you chosen a bride?" The King asked, waking the young Prince. He rubbed his eyes sleepily, and blinked.

"I haven't chosen a bride. I chose a husband, and I plan on marrying him!" Richie exclaimed.

"Well, that's fine. Who is he?" He wondered.

"Um... I don't really know. He left at midnight, and I didn't catch his name." Richie frowned.

"Well, maybe he didn't drop it!" The king laughed, but seeing his son staring at him, tried to save it. "Do you get it? You didn't catch his name, but he didn't drop it? Huh? Huh?"

"Hahaha, very funny, dad. But seriously, we must find him! Send out guards to search every house, and have my subjects try on the slipper, now!" Prince Richie demanded. The guard in his room rushed out, and started the search for Richie's mate. Dozens of teens tried the slipper, but it fit none. They had agreed to give up after 5 more houses. He knocked on the door of a medium-sized cottage, and a teenage boy around the prince's age opened it. He cleared his throat.

"The royal family has sent out a search for Prince Richie's mate. All males living in this house must try on a glass dress shoe, and if it fits, they will be taken and married to the Prince immediately. You," The guard said, pointing at the boy. "You are first." He let the guard in, and sat down on a chair. The shoe slipped on his foot. "A perfect fit!"

"Cindereddie!" Sonia called. Two girls burst into laughter. "Who's at the door?"

"N-nobody, ma'am," The boys answered.

"Is that your name? Cindereddie?" The guard wondered.

"No," He said flatly. "Just Eddie."

"Alright, Eddie, well I'm one of Prince Richie's guards. You can call me Steve." Steve thought for a moment, before asking, "Do they abuse you?" Eddie tensed, but responded.

"Yeah," He mumbled sadly. Steve placed a hand on the small boy's back, making him wince.

"Well, I'm here to take you out of this hell hole, if you're willing to marry the Prince."

"Oh, yes please! Take me away!" Eddie smiled, but it didn't last long. "But what about my family?"

"Well, you can press charges if you want, but it might be better just to leave." Steve held out his hand, and helped Eddie up.

"Oh! Wait, I just want one thing." Eddie ran downstairs, retrieving the other shoe. When he saw Steve again, he smiled. "Now I have both shoes!"

"Alright buddy, let's get going!" Steve led Eddie outside, where a horse drawn carriage awaited them. "After you." Eddie climbed in, followed by Steve. They rode back to the palace, and Eddie was escorted in.

"Guards! What did you find?" Prince Richie barked. Eddie cowered behind Steve, loud voices made him nervous.

"We have found someone who fit perfectly in the shoe, sir." Steve stepped sideways, and pushed Eddie forward. Richie looked at the boy, in his ragged clothing and his dirty face. Richie got closer to the boy, brought a hand up to his face, and rubbed away some of the dirt. Richie smiled, having found his lover.

"May I know your name now?"

"E-Eddie," The small boy stuttered. Richie turned away, confusing Eddie.

"Run a bath, and get me a change of clothes!" Richie yelled, making Eddie shrink back. The guards left to do what was asked of them. Richie looked back at the boy, and his eyes were watering. "No no, baby, don't cry, shhhh. I want to help you, but if you don't talk to me, then I can't do anything. Talk to me, please?"

"I-I-" Eddie burst into tears, running off into the palace. Richie ran after him, and caught him. He wrapped his arms around Eddie's scrawny waist, making Eddie scream. He slid out of Richie's grasp, down to the floor. Richie picked him up bridal style, and carried him to the bathroom, where the bath was ready.

He removed Eddie's shirt, and gasped when he saw his back. There were long, red, bloody marks covering him, making him cry harder. Richie didn't know he was abused. Richie took off his shorts, leaving Eddie's underwear on so he didn't feel too exposed. He slowly lowered Eddie into the tub. Richie stripped down to his underwear, and climbed in next to Eddie. Richie took a soft sponge and rubbed away the dirt and grime, revealing the face of the boy he had danced with last night.

"P-please don't use t-that, it has t-too many g-germs." Eddie swatted Richie's hand.

"Of course, darling." Richie switched to using his soapy hands to shampoo the boy's hair, washing it out with a cup.

"Turn around."

"W-what?"

"Do it for me, baby." Eddie reluctantly turned his back to the Prince. Richie gently ran his hands over the scars running down his back. "Who whipped you?"

"M-my step m-mother." Richie frowned, wondering why anyone would want to hurt someone like Eddie. "T-they called me n-names and t-treated me l-like I was t-their maid." Richie was furious now. Glad he had gotten Eddie to tell him, but furious.

"Names? What did they call you, bubba?"

"C-Cindereddie." Eddie looked down, ashamed of himself. He was this weak, poor boy, and Richie was a prince. Richie didn't care about his problems, he would just leave him to slave away just like everyone else did.

"That's stupid. I think bubba is better." Richie smiled, making Eddie smile back. "You can turn around now, bubba." Eddie turned, and stared at Richie. "Feeling better?"

"Yeah, much." Eddie paused, unsure of what to say. Luckily the Prince was talkative, so he didn't have to.

"Are you hungry? You look like you haven't eaten in months!" Richie exclaimed.

"No, I ate yesterday. I'm fine." His stomach growled, making Richie raise an eyebrow. "Well, maybe I'm a little hungry." Richie nodded, grabbing two towels. He unplugged the drain, and got out of the tub, wrapping one of the towels around himself. He helped Eddie out of the tub.

"Could I have a towel?" Eddie asked.

"What? No! This towel's for my hair!" Richie exclaimed. Eddie's face dropped. "I'm kidding bubba, take it." Eddie graciously accepted the towel, and patted his face dry. He wrapped himself up, copying Richie. When he let go, the towel fell to the ground. "Here, let me help you." Richie took the towel, and wrapped it around his lover. It stayed, making Eddie's mouth drop.

"How-?"

"Don't question it, bubba." Richie smiled. "I can give you a change of clothes, how about... a sweatshirt and some jeans?"

"Can they be sweatpants or leggings? Jeans are too rough." Eddie was blushing dark red. "I mean, if it's not too much hassle-"

"Eds, I can get you anything you want. You want sweatpants? You can have 'em. Prefer leggings? Sure, whatever. You're in the royal palace, baby!" Richie explained, pumping his fist in the air.

"You are the complete opposite of what I expected a prince to be like." Eddie stated, shaking his head.

"Eh, I don't really flow with the stereotypes. Expectations are the worst, 'cause they expect me to be some royal English dude or some shit. Which I'm clearly not!" Richie exclaimed. Eddie covered his mouth, holding back a giggle. Richie noticed, and he laughed, which made Eddie laugh too.

"Master Richie? Lunch is served!" A guard called. Richie grabbed Eddie's hand and led him into the dressing room. Richie threw on his casual attire, jeans and a tee. For Eddie, Richie carefully pulled a sweatshirt on over his head, and handed him some sweatpants.

"We can get you some leggings later, but you need to eat!" Richie smiled. The sweater was 3 sizes too big, and the pants drooped down low. Eddie pulled a safety pin out of his fanny pack, which he had taken with him after the bath. He pinned the pants closer to his waist, making them small enough so they wouldn't hang so low. "You look cute, Eds."

"Thanks." Eddie felt his face heat up for the umpteenth time that day. He was really falling for this boy. He just hoped Richie liked him back in the same way.


Ok so that's where I'm ending it, but if you want me to continue, I will. I was originally going to make this a one-shot, but apparently I need more than one chap to finish this! Please comment guys, ily!

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