#Bat!Eddie

[stervrucht]

Please thank @runraerun for sending me random pictures as inspiration

[maikaartwork]

Showing off my bat!Eddie figurine y'all

It took me two full days, two sets of dice and a buttload of polymer clay and paint (and an empty candy container lol), but I made myself a life-size bat Eddie figurine.

With the base, he is 11 cm (4.5 in) in height, the bat himself is only 6 cm (2.5 in) tall. If he were to have his wings spread, he'd have a wingspan of 22 cm (8.7 in). he is hand-sculpted with polymer clay, hand-painted with acrylic paints and varnished with what was supposed to be satin finish but the can lied to me so we're going glossy instead.

I've been sculpting in polymer clay a lot lately, I actually opened an Etsy shop that I named Bat Meadow (yep, because this little guy made me the local crazy bat lady) - feel free to drop by!

[storiesbyrhi]

Complete series Total word count: 92,965 words 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; blood; murder

Extras: From 1586 to 1986 - our story's timeline The Grimoire - all the magical references 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: Seven witches and a vampire 3676 words Seven witches and a vampire walk into a human Halloween party in Hawkins, Indiana.

thirty: Echo through time forever more 2172 words The promise of snow in the shadow of a falling curtain.

thirty one: Night Bloom 4047 words The end.

[unspecifiedfigure]

he’s going to the vet to get his shots >:0

[steddieunderdogfics]

Swift Wings and a Brave Heart by PaperBackRibs

recommended by @viviseawrites on this previous ask!

@paperbackribs

Rating: Teens and Up

29,472 words, 12/12 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warnings

Tags: Werewolf Steve Harrington, Bat Eddie Munson, Werewolves, Shapeshifting, Eddie Munson Lives, Fluff and Humor, Fluff and Angst, Found Family, Alternate Universe - Werewolf, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Eddie Munson, POV Eddie Munson, POV Steve Harrington

Summary:

The beast stops, gaze narrowing at the pulse pounding in Eddie’s neck, and he quickly slaps a hand over it, trying to limit the temptation of the tasty-blood slash fresh-meat vibe he must be giving off. Robin scowls at Eddie, stepping forward to bury her hand comfortingly into the plush of its furry neck. “Don’t listen to him, Steve. He’s just being a big baby." - Eddie has never been a normal type of guy, but he's owned it: he's a gay metalhead in the heart of small-town America and nothing's going to phase him. Nothing except being told that his recent demo-bat injuries might turn him into a shapeshifter like Steve Harrington.

Thanks for the rec!

This rec is a part of Challenge Monday. The challenge this week was Bat!Eddie.

Know a fic that deserves extra love? Submit through our asks or the submission box!

[beady-eyed-munson]

Wayne putting up a bat box outside the trailer incase vampire eddie comes back from night out at the bar and forgets his keys

[ali-r3n]

I am crying 😭

[devondespresso]

vampire/bat eddie but he can still talk almost exactly the same when hes a bat. hes just flying around and smacks into a wall and with his full chest yells "FUCK" at only a slightly lower volume than human eddie can

[inairbinad]

somehow i missed bat!eddie when i looked at your wip list before!! please give me words about bat eddie! do you have reference pictures?? 🦇🖤

For reference I have all of these little goobs in my Scrivener project!! Because honestly it's turned into an exercise in saving cute bat photos to my laptop. Good job at zeroing right in on that, btw.

As for the fic? I actually was on the fence about writing it until you singled out the "I'd carry you around in my pocket," line from Steve's Got a Date! Between that and a totally crack idea I had about Steve being able to talk to bats thanks to his own demobat bites...well. As usual my crack idea turned (somewhat) serious and now it has plot. Involving Eddie being the cutest little bat you've ever seen, and the party trying to figure out if Steve's got anything else special going on that they missed because everyone was too caught up in the "Eddie's a vampire and now a bat" thing.

Here's a little blip I drafted out the other day:

*Eddie turns into a bat* Steve: I can’t believe that worked Eddie, somehow making perfect sense: Me neither Steve: Holy shit you can talk Eddie: Apparently Steve, stroking Eddie's fuzzy little bat head: You’re kind of adorable Eddie, snuggling into Steve’s pocket: You got any fruit? Steve: You don’t want blood? Eddie: Nope. Want a banana Steve: That better not be a dirty joke Eddie, indignant and literally squeaking: Stevie Steve: Alright, alright, let's go

Ask me about my WIPs!

(the ones I've already answered)

[desiccatedwithering]

WIP: bat!Eddie

Happy International Bat Appreciation Day! Figured I might as well use @batboysxprompts's Bat to the Bone event as an excuse to post a 1k snippet of my post-s4 bat!Eddie WIP (unbeta'd so ignore any mistakes) 🦇

“Ok,” Steve says, dragging the word out, hands raised to show that he’s unarmed. “How did you get into my house? And where did you come from? Did you, like, escape from a zoo? Should I be calling animal control?”

Eddie lets out an annoyed screech, and Steve jumps.

“...You don’t have rabies, do you?” he asks, eyeing him suspiciously.

Eddie grumbles and shakes his head, giving Steve a look that hopefully comes across as offended.

Steve drags his hand through his hair and mutters, “I’m going insane. There’s no way a bat just shook its head in response to my question. Maybe this is a hallucination. Weird fucking Vecna vision, though…”

Ok. Steve clearly isn’t going to guess the truth on his own. (Which is fair, honestly, because even after getting a crash course in the craziness of the past few years, Eddie doubts that he’d believe that a bat that randomly showed up in his house could actually be a person. It’s still extremely inconvenient, though.)

He wracks his brain, trying to think of some way to communicate with Steve when he can’t actually talk to him, and— Oh. He’s kind of an idiot, isn’t he?

He starts squeaking. Short short shot, long long long, short short short. Pause. Repeat.

Steve squints up at him. “Am I actually going insane, or are you squeaking at me in morse code?”

Eddie nods so furiously his whole body bobs up and down with it, letting out a high, fast chitter. Yes yes yes yes yes!

“Do SOS again,” Steve orders, still staring.

Eddie does.

Steve literally falls to the floor. He doesn’t seem to even notice, just sits sprawled on the carpet, eyes fixed unblinking on Eddie. “Holy shit. Ok. Uh, I don’t know any other morse code, so uh, gonna have to stick with yes or no questions for now.”

Thank fuck, since Eddie hadn’t really considered what might’ve happened if Steve had learned morse code or picked up a guide in… however long Eddie was out of commission for.

“Starting off with a stupid question: You can understand everything I say, right?”

There’s a brief pause where they both stare at each other expectantly.

Hey, big boy, you gonna tell me what I should do for yes and no? He gives Steve a pointed look then squeaks another SOS.

Steve blushes and smiles sheepishly. “Shit, yeah, sorry about that. Um. One squeak for ‘yes,’ two for ‘no,’ three for ‘I don’t know,’ and four for ‘Too complicated for a yes or no.’ Sound good?”

Eddie squeaks once. Honestly, that’s surprisingly thorough.

Steve lets out a sudden, hysterical burst of laughter, running his hand through his hair. “Fuck, I can’t believe this is my life. This is crazy,” he breathes. Then he looks up at Eddie again and says, louder, “I have it on good authority that I always ask dumb questions, so don’t judge me too much. Are you a normal bat that somehow gained the ability to understand English?”

No.

“Are you… from around here?”

Yes, Eddie squeaks. Then, corrects, No. Then, shaking his head in frustration, It’s too complicated for a yes or no.

“Huh,” Steve says, squinting again. “So that sounded like yes and no?”

Yes.

“Alright… Were you born around here?”

Yes.

“But you’re not from here.”

That’s not a question, but Eddie still squeaks that it’s too complicated.

Steve adjusts so he’s sitting criss-cross applesauce, drumming his fingers against his knees. “Fuck, do we have to switch to charades or something? I don’t—”

Yes! Eddie squeaks because oh Steve is a genius. Eddie’s literally a bat right now. He was made for this.

He leaps off the chandelier—falls, really, since he’d just been awkwardly holding on with his thumbs, wings wrapped around it—and takes to the air. Sure, he’s never done this before, but hopefully it’s as instinctual as flying was. He makes a wide arc, aiming for the chandelier again. At the last second, he tucks in one wing. The shift in his center of gravity makes his stomach swoop for a moment, before his feet hit the metal and latch on. Then he’s staring at Steve’s baffled face upside down. He spreads his wings wide, shaking them a little in a sort of Ta da! gesture.

Yes, he squeaks again, for good measure, wrapping his wings around himself in a very bizarre self-hug.

He’s got bat ears now, so he doesn’t have any trouble picking up Steve’s mumbled, “Yes to charades…” His head snaps up, eyes wide. He points at Eddie. “You flipped upside down after agreeing to charades.”

Yes.

“You know about the Upside Down?”

Yes!

“Just to make sure we’re on the same page: like, the Upside Down, which is what we call an alternate dimension filled with monsters.”

Eddie’s not sure if his eye roll gets across or if it’s the exasperated tone of his answering Yes, but Steve also rolls his eyes in response.

“Jeez, sorry for trying to get clarification from the enormous bat that appeared in my house and started communicating with me in morse code.”

Eddie’s ears droop in a hopefully apologetic looking expression, and he lets out a low chitter.

“Don’t worry about it. I get it’s probably frustrating that you’re talking to me rather than someone smarter.” Before Eddie can even think of a way to push back on that, Steve’s moving on: “Ok, so you were born here, but you’re from the Upside Down? Is that what you were trying to say before?”

Yes! Eddie squeaks, hoping that if it seems enthusiastic enough, Steve will realize that he’s doing an incredible job with this. Someone else probably would have called animal control, or wouldn’t be able to figure out Eddie’s mixed messages and ask the right follow up questions.

“Now, when you say you were born here, is that, like, here as in Hawkins or this planet or—? Shit, sorry. Were you born around Hawkins?”

Yes.

“Did you… live in Hawkins before being in the Upside Down?”

Yes.

“Have you always been a bat?”

No.

“Were you a person?”

Oh, Eddie could kiss him. He barely stops himself from dropping from the chandelier to curl up in Steve’s lap, and that’s only because he thinks Steve might have some trauma-based unpleasant reactions to a bat shaped creature suddenly diving at him.

Yes.

Steve takes a deep breath, voice wavering just a bit as he asks, “Did I know you when you were a person?”

Yes!

This whole time, Steve’s been curling into himself more and more, knees tucked to his chest, arm wrapped around his shins, hands clutching his sleeves with white knuckles. He’s balled up smaller than Eddie’s ever seen him. Looking terrified in a way he didn’t when facing down actual monsters and the literal end of the world. He looks like Eddie’s next answer has the potential to shatter him completely.

“…Eddie?” he whispers.

Yes! Eddie squeaks, loud enough that Steve jumps. He wants to repeat it, wants to say it over and over because honestly he never really imagined that someone would figure it out, let alone with a single conversation—but that’d be confusing, so he settles for a high pitched trill to convey his excitement.

[corrodedbisexual]

Vampire!Eddie turning into a bat every time Steve is mad at him about something and it works like a charm because I mean

(Steve obviously hates it and calls it emotional manipulation)

[maikaartwork]

With special hugs and kisses to @doomcheese for being an amazing bat being 🦇✨

[therosebunpost]

October is on the horizon and I’ve been literally dying to talk about this Werewolf! Steve idea that’s been bouncing around in my brain. I’d like to write a fic about it, but hey, if anyone else wants to use this concept, feel free!

But okay, here’s the concept:

Werewolf! Steve x Blind! Reader, where Steve accidentally finds himself becoming her seeing eye dog by accident. Like, he’s full transformation. Just running through the woods like a happy, fluffy boi until he comes upon her. Maybe she got lost, maybe someone led her out there and left her, but either way, she can’t find her way home. Usually she has her seeing eye dog with her, but they aren’t here. (Maybe they got separate or the dog got spooked and ran away, but don’t worry the dog is perfectly safe regardless. They just aren’t there right at that moment)

Anyway, Steve decides that he might as well help her out of the place. He guides her through the woods, warding off any potential dangers that threaten her life. (Like, upside down creatures or just regular animals)

Maybe they even know each other! Maybe they used to be childhood friends, or maybe their families run in the same circles, or maybe it’s just a random meet up of fate.

I kinda wanna have Eddie join in too. Like, you just have Bat! Eddie scouting far ahead to make sure things are safe before coming back to Steve, like how ravens help wolves find prey. Though you know, this time it’s helping someone come back home XD

Or OH! Eddie knows you first, but obviously he can’t just randomly show up to guide you out, so he asks Steve to guide you out of the forest in his Wolf form.

Regardless, I just love the idea of a Werewolf boyfriend that also moonlights as your seeing eye dog. Hell, maybe Steve and Eddie are both werewolves. As much as I love Bat!Eddie, they did introduce him in the show with I Was A Teenage Werewolf by the Cramps. So, you get two fluffy wolf boyfriends!

[storiesbyrhi]

... coming soon ...

[steddieunderdogfics]

for bat!eddie challenge:

out of hell by rabbitinrain

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40314015/chapters/100980549

and also

swift wings and a brave heart by paperbackribs

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53280298/chapters/134835148

out of hell by rabbitinrain

@stargazersteddie

Rating: Teens and Up

36,156 words, 5/5 chapters

Archive Warning: Creator chose not to use

Tags: Post-Season/Series 04, Temporary Character Death, Fix-It, Grief/Mourning, Animal Transformation, Blood and Injury, Mild Gore, Blind Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Disabled Maxine "Max" Mayfield, steve harrington is everyone's big brother because i said so, some elements of body horror, Light Angst, Eddie Munson Lives, Hurt/Comfort, First Kiss, Scars

Summary:

Later, he’ll wonder why he even bothers to talk to the bat. It’s not as if it can understand him. But it’s comforting, he thinks, to hear someone assuring you that everything will be okay even when you’re moments away from death. Sometimes, hope is the only difference between holding on and letting go. And the bat? It holds on. - After the ground opens up and Vecna disappears, the last thing that Steve Harrington needs is an injured bat on his doorstep. Apparently, that won't stop him from doing everything in his power to keep it alive. And if the bat reminds him of a certain someone, then that's just his mind playing tricks on him��� right?

Thanks for the rec!

This rec is a part of Challenge Monday. The challenge this week was Bat!Eddie.

Know a fic that deserves extra love? Submit through our asks or the submission box!

[beady-eyed-munson]

Vampire! Dad! Eddie teaching his kid how to turn into a bat