our sweet poison - steddie ff
summary: wanting someone who you can’t have is probably one of the most painful things in the world. a short story about how prince eddie lets the dagger of his mate, steve’s soft rejection sink into his back.
i love writing angsty shit to angsty songs, even tho while being in the happiest realitionship i’ve ever had. this is my toxic trait, there is literally no reason for me to write these, sorry everyone lmao <3
Eddie always thought he needed no one. He grew up in one of the richest families in the land, as a respected royalty. He thought being alone in wealth was just as good as being with someone. But soon that mirage was shattered by the refreshing drop of Steve’s caring pair of eyes, which sometimes stared at Eddie for way too long, like a lost, homeless puppy. Soon heavyweights got wrapped around his ankles and his wrists which he carried wherever he went.
Prince Steve was charming and kind, he had a bride too. But Eddie’s naive little heart was full of hope toward his mate, who never seemed to take interest in boys. So Eddie resisted. He took the punches of seeing Steve with all of those pretty ladies right into his guts, and managed to straighten his back whenever Steve’s future, and a planned marriage was brought into the conversation.
Until it was too much.
Until one night he asked Steve to follow him to the hill right behind the palace. Steve was a bit late and Eddie had too much wine. They ended up on the grass, Eddie soft curls falling into Steve’s lap as he mumbled the words, as he cried out every love soaked confession that ever tripped on the tip of his tongue. Steve led his fingers through those familiar curls with a shaky hand and glossy eyes.
“Eddie? Eddie, breathe.” Steve’s voice was barely above a little whisper. Eddie got a handful of Steve shirt into his fist as he tried to stop sobbing. “Eddie.. I’ve got a bride.” he bit his lips and Eddie felt the words cutting right on the skin of his back.
“I know. I know, God, I know.” he nodded, pressing his face into Steve’s tummy.
“Good, okay.” Steve nodded, a pearl of tear rolling down on his face. “My boy.”
The rejection was hard, since Eddie felt like him and Steve had the same sins. The same tone painted their skin and their lips touched the same porcelain cups. Like their hands played on the same strings, the exact same notes. But Eddie couldn’t follow a light that eventually led him into darkness, where it faded and he lost trace of it. So he took a deep breath in the sharp pain and let it sink.