opalsrose

[opalsrose]

The Ionian Mage

??? x gn! reader

Summary: In an attempt to return to your home, you escape from your captors, only to end up in Piltover, where you are requested to help two scientists improve their magic oriented inventions.

a/n: this has been a year in the making sjdbdjsj. i watched arcane last year and absolutely fell in love with the characters (minus silco) and have been reading up on league of legends lore. a shit ton of research has gone into this, which somehow made this a lot more fun. i hope you enjoy!

cw: mage reader, reader is gender neutral and uses they/them pronouns, reader is not described with any gender specific language and (most) physical characteristics are kept vague, reader will be described with tanner/darker skin in future chapters, mentions of violence, slight canon divergence, potential suggestive content (i haven’t decided yet), slight discrimination (not necessarily racism but definitely some bigotry), let me know if there’s anything i missed

C.1- Sentencing

Piltover was a suffocating place. The concrete and metal of its buildings and streets were daunting and stuffy, lacking the life and passion that you were used to.

“Keep moving,” the enforcer commanded, yanking the robe covering your body.

You huffed through your nose, the sound quiet as you continued shuffling along with the group of guards guiding you through the city, the cuffs on your wrist clinking with every step. Still, you proceeded to take in your surroundings, observing the near mechanical city that you were traveling through. The cement of the street felt hot under your feet as you walked, the sun beaming down particularly hard at this time of day. Your eyes traveled along to gaze at the people on the sidewalk, looking on at you with either curious or distasteful eyes.

‘How stuffy they look,’ you thought, your orbs falling onto the tight clothing adorning each of their bodies. ‘It must be difficult to breathe in that.’

Your attention was brought elsewhere upon the enforcer in front of you stopping abruptly, your head turning to gawk at the large building in front of you. It looked regal, the golden accents and door glowing in the sunlight. The walls were a creamy white, like many of the other buildings there, but the building itself seemed to have an air of professionalism and reeked of politics.

Your wonder didn’t last for long however, as you were once again pulled forward, your captors not quite the patient types. You stumbled up the stairs, your feet scrambling to catch yourself from the fall you surely would’ve suffered. You were led into the building, the halls silent save for the soft sound of your feet smacking the ground as you padded through the building and the chains of your cuffs bumping against each other. After a series of twists and turns, you're faced with two large doors, accented with gold and painted white, much like the rest of the facility. On either side of the entrance stood two enforcers, their eyes regarding you with cold, calculating eyes. From the other side of the doors you could hear individuals talking, seemingly discussing something. Suddenly, a call sounded from inside the room, signaling the enforcers to open the doors, revealing nine people sitting at a long surface, curved in a crescent shape.

The enforcers that escorted you here pushed you in, causing you to trip over yourself as you moved further into the room. Once you stilled, the doors closed, a resounding thud echoing through the lofty space. The room was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from the windows scattered around the room.

“Mage of Ionia,” a nasally voice called out, your gaze turning to the owner of it. Your eyes met those of a small creature– a yordle, you realized–, his body covered in fur and most of his face being obscured by a comically oversized mustache with eyebrows to match. His eyes, crinkled with age, regarded you with kindness but held caution underneath. “I am Heimerdinger and this is the council. Please state your name so that we may proceed with your hearing,” he demanded.

“Are we even sure they can understand us? Seeing as Ionia separated itself from the rest of the world,” another council member called. His frame was long and skinny, blond hair slicked back as he peered at you with an unimpressed frown. “I wouldn’t be surprised if they didn’t even receive a proper education, what with the Ionians and their hippie-flower-magic nonsense–”

“I can understand you just fine,” you cut him off, your statement making him freeze in his seat, “And my people’s teachings are not to be mocked by those who lack the intelligence to comprehend them.”

His eyebrow twitched as he opened his mouth to retort when he was stopped by a different council member. “Stop it Salo. We have no time for your childish remarks,” a woman voiced. Her skin was fair and she had short, dark hair with a streak of white in the front.

Salo cleared his throat, straightening his coat and sitting back in his chair, but not before throwing a bitter glare your way.

“I apologize for my comrade’s comment, he is quite nervous seeing as you are a mage,” Heimerdinger stated, a tinge of hesitancy in his voice. That left a sour taste in your mouth. You forced yourself to hold back the angry comment that lied at the tip of your tongue, swallowing down the bitter frustration. “Now, your name please,” Heimerdinger asked once again.

“I am Y/N,” you voiced, your tone firm as you stared at the small yordle.

“Y/N,” he nodded, reaching forward to open a file that was sitting in front of him, “You were found on the outskirts of Piltover, performing magic, which is an illegal offense,” he droned on, any kindness within his eyes gone, having been replaced by disappointment and fear.

Your eyes narrowed at him, barely concealing your annoyance. “I performed magic when your guards attacked me. I was defending myself,” you grunted, eyeing the enforcer in the corner who had moved for the baton on their hip. You gulped. “Surely, you can see that I have done nothing wrong–”

“Nothing wro–! Three enforcers are in critical condition because of your uncontrollable Ionian blasphemy!” an old man with a thick, bushy beard shouted, “Magic is illegal for this exact reason! It’s too dangerous to be harnessed.”

You fingers twitched from within your bindings, wanting to shut the old man up. You refrained, however, giving him a menacing glare instead. It seemed to have worked, seeing as his face morphed from anger to fearful.

“Hoskel, please. Let’s at least be civilized and calm enough to come to a rational decision,” another woman spoke.

Your gaze darted to her, your breath catching in your throat. She was stunning, dark skin, telling of her Noxii heritage, accented by her gold makeup and jewelry. Her hair was a mass of twists held together with gold cuffs, pulled into an intricate bun at the top of her head. Her eyes met your own, a warm smile pulling at her plump lips as she regarded you. You quickly dropped your eyes to the floor, the cool tile suddenly much more interesting.

“Now, now,” Heimerdinger chimed, “This is a trial, everyone. Let us treat it as such,” he chastised. “While I am sure you are much more used to openly using your magic in Ionia, we in Piltover find it far too volatile to allow it to be used so freely without proper consequences.” His eyes were trained on your form, watching as you shook with what he assumed to be fury.

“He is right,” a muffled voice added. You turned your head to look at the owner, only to be met with the holes of some kind of mechanical person. “My people were nearly destroyed because of arcane magic. We cannot become lax with our laws because of an Ionian stowaway.”

“I say we put them in Stillwater with the rest of the miscreants,” Salo declared, a smug grin sweeping across his face.

“Now let’s not be too hasty. We still haven’t heard from our newly minted council member,” the Noxii council member spoke, her gaze turned to the young man sitting next to her.

His olive skin shone with sweat, his expression nervous as he surveyed you with curious eyes. He cleared his throat, fidgeting with his fingers before finally speaking. “I think it would be beneficial to the Hextech Project if we were to have a mage to advise us about arcane magic.”

Your gaze shot up at him as your orbs widened. A cacophony of disapproval rang throughout the room.

“You can’t possibly be serious–”

“They’re too dangerous to be walking around the city freely–”

“You’ve gotten on fine without a mage! Why would you need one now–”

“Enough!” the Noxii councilor shouted, her face stern. “We will hear Jayce out, seeing as Hextech has been what’s making our city thrive in recent years.” That seemed to have gotten the rest of the council to simmer down, most of them begrudgingly shutting their mouths.

“If we were to have a mage advising us, we could finally figure out the Hex Core. As well as, properly decipher the runes. We could improve Hextech immensely!” Jayce exclaimed, a bright smile on his face.

“While that is very brilliant, we must think of the safety of the people of Piltover. In my hundreds of years of life, I have seen the destruction magic has caused. It isn’t something to be played with,” Heimerdinger lamented, a deep frown painting his features. “We mustn’t let the want for progress blind us to the real dangers of the arcane–”

“You fail to see that magic is a natural order,” you grunted, lifting your head to face the yordle. “The reason you believe the arcane is dangerous is because people like you seek to control it. I have seen the wonders magic has done for me, for my people. All because we have chosen to live with it, not fight it or use it. You wish to punish me for being a mage, when you yourselves are wielding it for your own gain,” you asserted, your eyes catching the way Heimerdinger looked down in shame. “People like you are the reason why magic is seen as a threat,” you concluded bitterly.

“That’s exactly why we’re creating Hextech,” Jayce proclaimed, looking to you with a hopeful gaze, “We want to show people that magic isn’t evil, and that it could be extremely helpful in the lives of common folk.”

“Allowing those who have not been blessed by the arcane themselves to wield it is exactly why the “dangers” of magic exist. If the arcane wanted to gift magic to all, then it would have,” you vetoed.

“Y/N,” your focus on Jayce is broken when you turn to the Noxii councilor, “I understand your concerns about civilians using magic—,”

“No, you do not—,” you combat swiftly.

“But,” she stressed, her eyes narrowing, daring you to cut her off again. “Times have changed. And you would agree that change is a natural order, yes,” she smiled, her brown orbs holding a sly glint when she saw your gaze turn to the floor. “I’ll take that as a yes,” she continued, “We are in the middle of an age of progress. The incorporation of arcane magic into people’s everyday lives might be exactly what we need to rid any fear of mages.” You looked to her, your eyes searching for anything insincere, anything untrustworthy, but you found nothing. She grinned hopefully, her eyes bright. “If you help us, we’ll be a step closer to making the world a better place for everyone. Including mages.”

You pondered on her words, letting them circle your brain as you searched for an answer.

Seeing your hesitancy, Jayce spoke up. “You’ll receive a full pardon if you agree to help us!” he rushed out, inciting another round of chaos amongst the council.

“Quiet!” shouted the yordle from the head of the table, effectively silencing everyone.

He turned to Jayce. “If you truly believe that they will be of great service to Hextech, then I am willing to put aside my beliefs to pursue this new age of science you’ve brought about.”

Jayce’s grin lit up the room, his excitement palpable. The rest of the council had reactions of varying types, most of which were anger and disappointment.

Your jaw was clenched as your eyes scanned the room before landing on the woman who put you in this position. Her own gaze met yours as a smirk spread across her lips.

Great.

[opalsrose]

also to everyone asking abt LLY and P+P yes i will be continuing them! i’m currently writing ch 2 for p+p and am halfway done with lly. i will also be posting an arcane fic that ive written two chapters for

[opalsrose]

I have a fat crush on Steven and I was wondering if you did some like, smexy time stuff in you're writings? Just a question.

super sorry for the late reply dncbcjcnc but yes i do! it’s mostly more implied bc i’m still working on writing smut lolol

[opalsrose]

push + pull

bolin x afab reader

a/n: reader and their brother are born and raised water tribe people so they will be described with brown/dark skin and hair. other than that all other characteristics are up for your own imagination. and despite reader being afab, their pronouns are they/them. this takes place after season 2, i won't be following the plot of season three to a t but some aspects (such as kai and zaheer) but majority of the plot will be of my own creation.

edit: thank you @wheredreaminggetsdrastic for helping with the title <3

“what is this all about?!” tenzin grumbled, sitting down on one of the cushions aligning the kitchen table. “i’m supposed to be training the new recruits in ten minutes.”

korra rolled her eyes at the older man, placing her hands on her hips. “well this is just as important as training air nomads. raava’s been telling me that there’s been a recent shift in spiritual energy,” she spoke gruffly, eyeing the two retired pro fighters who stood idly in the corner.

“what do you mean ‘energy shift’? don’t spirits remain the same?” bolin questioned, his arms resting across his chest.

“korra means that there’s another being that has caused a change in the spirit world’s energy,” jinora stated, looking over to bolin.

“do you know what it is?” mako asked.

korra shook her head. “That’s why I called this meeting. raava wanted you all to be here for this.”

“well, miss giant peace spirit, what is it that you wanted us for?” Bolin questioned.

korra deadpanned at the young earth bender before sighing. “all raava told me was that something powerful has emerged since harmonic convergence and it’s on its way here.”

“do you think it’s another dark spirit?” asami voiced.

korra only shook her head. “dark spirits don’t really shift the energy in the spirit world.”

“could it be another unalaq situation?” tenzin fretted, his large eyebrows furrowing in worry.

korra huffed, looking out the window. “i-i don’t know! all i know is that whatever this...thing is, it’s powerful and is coming to republic city. soon.”

“we seriously need to find another place to live. i got lost like eight times around the same snow bank,” jian whined, wiping snow off of his coat with his free hand, his other hand occupied with a bag of food.

you rolled your eyes at your brother. “if you want to go and buy a house with the four copper pieces we have, then be my guest,” you uttered as you set out the firewood. “can you light this please so I can start cooking?”

jian huffed, a small puff of air floating in front of him before dissipating. he shuffled over to the fire pit, inhaling deeply before moving his arm swiftly, his hand in a fist as a small blast of fire rushed from it and into the kindling, the small sticks and pieces of wood setting aflame.

you breathed a quick thanks as you set a stone pot over the fire, twirling your hand over a bowl filled with water. the liquid ripples before a large sphere of water floats out of the bowl, following your hand as you guide it into the pot.

jian sits in front of the flame, watching you as you prepare dinner. “you think we’ll ever actually have a house?” he questioned, catching you pause as you skinned the fish.

you looked up at your brother sadly, sighing as you brought your gaze back to the fish. “i hope so, jian. i hope so.”

you both sat in silence, the crackling of the flame permeating the still air. a small plop was heard as a pile of snow fell onto jian’s head. he sputtered, shaking his head to rid it of the sudden coldness that encompassed it.

you raised an eyebrow at him, watching as he ran his fingers through his hair. “you said you weren’t followed, right?” you questioned, eyes holding a skeptical look within them.

jian looked at you quizzically. “i never said anything about being followed…” he trailed off, shutting his eyes, focusing his energy. a second later, his grey orbs shot open, wide and filled with fear. “get down!” he yelled, grabbing your shoulder and pulling down, just barely avoiding the sharp blade of a spear being swiped through your small igloo.

“they’re in here!” you heard from outside, followed by a multitude of heavy footsteps.

“shit!” you cursed quietly, pulling your hood over your head. you held a finger up to your lips as you looked at jian, signaling him to remain quiet.

the footsteps outside of your hut came to a stop, seeming to surround the both of you. you silently scooted towards the center of the igloo, getting into a crouching position and bringing your arms close to your chest. you looked at jian, seeing him ready in the same position. he gave you a quick nod as his face set in with cold determination.

your head snapped back forward to the entrance of the igloo, hearing slow footsteps approaching the opening. silently with bated breath, you waited as the intruder approached. when they were just a meer foot away from the entrance, your hand formed a blade, shooting outward and freezing the snow below the stranger's foot. you brought your arm up causing the ice to crawl up their torso, shouts of panic and anger following swiftly after.

the fast crunching of snow against heavy boots brought you to look to the back of your once secluded hut, pushing both your arms out with your palms facing outwards, causing a block of ice to eject from the pure white walls and towards an enemy.

jian was quick to move in front of the hole, fiercely punching out blasts of fire at all who dared to come closer. you slid out of the entrance, waving your arms in a circular motion as you wrapped what looked to be a guard in a rope of water, whipping them around and flinging them off into the distance.

“jian! it’s time to go!” you shouted, separating your fingers and moving your arms in sharp motions to form a wall of ice between you and your opponents. jian blasted his way out of your now destroyed hut, grabbing your hand and running off towards town.

“don’t let them get away!” you heard behind you, with sounds of fast footsteps and clanging metal tailing you both.

you and jian weaved through crowds and merchant kiosks, knocking things over in an attempt to get more distance between you and the guards.

your eyes narrowed in on the dock, seeing a ship being loaded up as it was preparing to leave.

“this way!” you pulled your brother along with you, dashing towards the boat, tripping over small snow mounds only to quickly regain your footing as you continued running.

your e/c eyes widened as the cargo door began closing, a distressed noise being heard beside you as jian began pushing to make it to the sea craft.

he reached his arm up, his fingers curled as he focused on the particles within the metal door before pulling his arm to his chest. the door creaked at the invisible force keeping it open against its will. he groaned at the effort, sweat beginning to tickle his tanned forehead as he grit his teeth.

once you made it, you used the snow to boost yourself in before reaching down to grab jian’s freehand.

as you pulled him in, a guard grabs his foot, yanking at his leg in an attempt to rip him from your grasp. “oh no you fuckin’ don’t,” he grinned evilly, pulling harshly on jian.

your brow furrowed angrily at the man, easing your free hand. “let...go...of my...brother!” you roared, thrusting your hand forward and releasing a large gust of wind at the man.

he flew back into a pile of crates, smashing them. he groaned as he watched you pull jian into the boat, defeatedly gazing as the door finally closes and the boat sets off.

his fellow guards caught up to him, one of them rushing to help him up.

“are you okay captain?” she asked hastily, grabbing his arm and hoisting him up.

“i’m fine, but we’ve lost the targets,” he grumbled frustratedly, dusting off himself off.

“do you know where they’re headed sir?” another guard inquired, following their captain’s gaze out to the boat that was far off in the distance.

“they’re on their way to republic city.”

[opalsrose]

soooo i have this legend of korra series that im working on right now but i dont have a title for it djkfhsdkh

i thought of two tho:

push + pull (like tui and la from a:tla)

or by the moon, we live. by the sun, we die.

can someone like,,tell me which one they like more djhfkadh or if u have a better title for it tell me and i'll credit u if i use it!!

[opalsrose]

love like you

steven universe x reader

C.2

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you hated crying.

you hated how vulnerable it made you look.

you hated how raw it made you feel.

and you especially hated crying in front of people.

no one should get to see you with your guard down. you’ve let people in and gotten hurt too many times to make that mistake again.

and yet, there you were, crying in front of a total stranger.

you had been staring at each other for what felt like years.

just him, wide eyed and shocked, and you, tears pouring out of your eye sockets, looking at the other like they were some kind of anomaly.

and then you felt warm.

for the first time, in a long, long time, you felt warm.

you looked down to see the boy was hugging you.

he was hugging you and it felt...nice. it brought strange heat to your cold bones, making your insides feel gooey with a feeling that you couldn’t describe.

it felt nice.

and it made you sick to your fucking stomach.

without a second’s hesitation, you pushed him off of you, breath heavy as you looked away and wiped your face of the tears you shed.

“don’t touch me,” you spat weakly, the statement holding no real weight in the silent air that hung between the both of you.

the boy looked at you quizzically, his thick brows furrowed as he regarded you.

his cough filled the silent air before he awkwardly asked if you could come with him to meet some friends of his.

you reluctantly agreed to go with him. in hindsight, it was probably a bad idea, you knew that, but the thought of potentially eating food that wasn’t scraps pitying workers from restaurants offered you and taking an actual bath, swayed you enough to ignore all the red flags that were raised.

he went on and on about these ‘crystal gems’, and how they’re the saviors of the world.

he said he was taking you to his beach house, which secluded from the rest of the town. he then quickly backtracked when you threatened to pistol whip him.

“it’s not what you think!��� he had fretted, his hands waving widely in hopes of getting you to put your gun away. “the gems just preferred to be separated from human society when they first came to earth,” he breathed out, his body relaxing once you lowered your arm.

“you’re really shit at talking to people, aren’t you,” you stated bluntly, an eyebrow raised as you regarded him.

“no, not usually. you’re just...a special case, i guess,” he shrugged, leading you to the beach.

you paused when you stepped onto the sand, relishing the soft breeze and the salty air the ocean provided. you let your eyelids fall close as you reveled in the pleasant memories the atmosphere reminded you of.

“hey, you okay?” steven’s voice broke you out of your trance, eyes moving to his outstretched hand.

you huffed, pushing his hand away. “‘m fine,” you grumbled, walking further down the beach.

you eventually arrived at the beach house, the wooden stairs creaking under your feet as you ascended to the top deck. steven was quick to turn around, holding his hands out to stop you.

“let me just tell the gems about you first,” he demanded. your eyebrow twitched upwards before nodding stiffly. your eyes followed his taller figure while he opened the screen door, closing it behind him as he traveled further into the house.

you turned around just as you leaned against the wall, gazing at the calming waves of the salty body of water at the foot of the beach.

‘you shouldn’t be here,’ you thought to yourself, ‘you were only supposed to stop for supplies, not get swept up with some kid.’

sure, he was like you in the sense that you both had glorified rocks lodged in your bodies— and for that you were grateful to know that you weren’t the only one of your kind, rested much easier in your already frazzled psyche— but he was a complete and utter stranger.

and you let him take you to his house.

that sat in the middle of a very unpopulated beach.

not one of your brightest moments.

gathering your resolve, you moved to the stairs, deciding that this was far too dangerous and stupid.

just as you reached the bottom, you heard the screen door slamming open, causing your head to snap up to the landing.

your eyes lock onto a woman. she stood to be over six feet, her big afro framing her dark reddish face as her eyes are hidden behind large, reflective shades. she looked around before her gaze finally landed on you, a sudden chill running down your spine as she regarded you briefly.

a warping sound ripped through the air, your orbs dashing down to the woman’s hands as you eye the large gauntlets that now covered her palms.

“you!” she called out, her voice booming across the empty beach. “stop right there!”

your feet remained planted in the sand as you watched her jump down onto the beach. she towered over you, you frame quivering slightly as she seemed to look right through you.

your hand moved behind you subtly, digits twitching in anticipation to summon your weapons.

the woman eyed you from underneath her sunglasses. you could feel her intimidating gaze from underneath the reflective surfaces.

steadying yourself, you quickly summoned your weapon, fingers wrapping tightly around the handle of your gun.

you whipped your arm in front of you, and with a large breath, you gathered all the energy you had and pulled on the trigger, effectively releasing a giant beam from the barrel. the kickback sent you skidding across the sand, falling into water at the edge of the shore.

you shot up, water dripping from your clothes and hands as your eyes darted around to find your potential attacker through the sand and smoke that clogged the air. you narrowed your obsidian orbs when you zeroed in on her figure before they widened in shock at the sight before them.

the woman had barely moved from her original spot, her stance still strong. her face was covered by her hands, which now had large gauntlets on them, smoke rising up from them.

she blocked your blast.

she blocked your high powered, house destroying energy blast.

fear raked through your body, cementing itself into your bones. “w-what are you?” you stuttered angrily, getting ready to shoot at her once more.

before you could do so you heard steven yelling at the woman. “garnet! stop scaring her!” he whined from atop the balcony, rushing down the steps and towards you. “are you okay?” he asked, your gaze remaining on the being in front of you.

just as steven was about to jostle you out of your stupor, you quickly swung your fist into the side of his face. he stumbled across the sand before face planting into it, turning to look at you with, what was originally, a look of betray, that rapidly morphed into a look of fear and shock.

there you stood, the water around you floating in little droplets as your body seemed to gleam with a fluorescent white light. in your hands, was a large gun, resembling a rocket launcher. within the barrel was a large ball of energy, swirling and spilling out of the mouth of the gun, bits of energy hitting the ground near your feet and disintegrating it into ash.

with a face of hot fury, your voice boomed across the desolate beach.

“who the fuck are you people and what do you want with me.”

[opalsrose]

104 Follower Special!!!

We may be small but we are here and im so grateful for all the people who have followed me!

My ask box is still open for any request with the following prompt list!

The fandoms I write for are:

Steven Universe

My Hero Academia

Haikyuu

Demon Slayer

Hellboy (Comic/2003/2019)

Marvel

Attack on Titan

Assassin’s Creed

Overwatch

The Umbrella Academy

Fire Force

Fluff Prompt List!

“Have you ever kissed anyone before?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“You’re not hurting me, you’re not heavy. I’ve got you, love.”  

Kissing on sofa, foreheads pressed together, breathy, soft tender.  

“Sometimes I wonder if you even like me…it sure feels like you hate me sometimes.”

“You were supposed to be my friend. That’s all…that’s all I asked of you. To be my friend. To care.”

“I look at him/her/them and I just..it’s like when the Grinch’s heart grows three sizes.”

“I don’t…i’ve never…been in a relationship and i’m going to make mistakes…I just need you to tell me. I need you to talk to me.”

“You really thought I was dead?”

“I want to believe, I do…I just…how can I believe in something that I can’t see?”

“You didn’t tell me your friend was cute! Now what am I going to do?”

“I feel sick…so anxious and sick and like my heart is trying to beat its way out of my chest.”

“Can we just make a decision? Please?”

“You don’t know what you do to me, do you?”

“I just want you to be safe. That’s all i’ve ever wanted for you!”

“I want you to be happy…even if its not with me.”

“I want to feel like this forever.”

“You give me a reason to be better, to do better.”

“God, you are so fucking cute.”

“I love you, but I need you to go away because you’re really bloody distracting and I have to pass this test tomorrow.”

“I…I can’t do this without you.”

“Don’t forget me?”

“You weren’t there…why weren’t you there?”

“I needed you! I needed you!”

“Now it’s over…I don’t really know what to do.”

“Do you ever think?”

“I’m going to die. I’m going to die with an absolute idiot!”

“How can you drink that stuff?”

“Oh no…he’s/she’s/they’re cute.”

“I can’t talk to cute people, okay? I don’t know how to flirt!”

“Sometimes you love someone and you don’t want them to leave…because if they’re beside you, you can see that they’re safe and you can keep them safe. But, if they go somewhere without you…you might lose them”

“No one has a romantic bone in their body anymore! What happened to playing songs outside windows, glitter and sparkles on handmade Valentine’s cards, dancing in the rain!? What happened?!”

“I can’t imagine my life without you in it. You are so important to me, you are such a big part of my life, that I just…I can’t imagine you not here.”

“I just want you to be happy…”

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for.”

“Stop apologising for other people! You’re not the shitty one!”

“I want someone I can melt around. I want someone who melts around me too…I don’t want this standoffish, unromantic love that you’re offering. I want more than that.”

“I want to write you poetry, to write songs about you and draw your portrait! I want to make things for you! It frustrates the hell out of me hat I can’t draw and I can’t sing or write or play instruments or paint…You inspire me so fucking much…”

“You don’t own her/him/them. You don’t get to choose who they choose. I don’t get to choose who they choose. No one, but them, gets to make that decision.”

“Stop being a fucking dick.”

“That’s another way of saying you’re an arsehole.”

“Can anyone else hear those Jumanji like drums? Or is it just me?”

“God, I love your face.”

Twirling a strand of their hair

Foreheads pressed together, breath intertwining, slow, content affection

“Please don’t say that about yourself. Please don’t believe that. You’re so much more than that. You’re so…”

“I’m only important when you need something from me.”

“I am fed up of half measures. I deserve better”

“Don’t look at me! I’m a mess!”

“I love it when you’re a mess!”

“Please stop rolling your shirt sleeves up, it’s terribly distracting”

“I don’t think you’re annoying…I know…I don’t…I really like listening to and hearing what you have to say even if its a lot sometimes..”

“I just want to be swept off my feet…is that so bad? I’m fed up of being alone.”

One reaching for the others hand to comfort them, to provide support. A thumb brushing lightly against skin.

Reciting poetry at the other in a dramatic and very public fashion

Those period shirts with the puffy sleeves and the deep v and one staring at the other like… oh no he/she’s hot.

Heart eyes when the other talks, sings, dances, argues, does literally anything especially things which others make fun of them for or find annoying

“Oh, my ankle! I think it must be broken!” *wink* *wink*

“I want you to be proud of yourself. I want you to believe that you’re good enough because you are. You’re so amazing.”

“Did you get any sleep last night?”

“I haven’t slept since they/him/her left/died”

“You are an uncultured swine! There I said it!”

“I know I should be happy…I did well…I always do well…so why can’t I believe in myself?”

“Please do your homework, for me? Just one time…”

“I said one time, y’know…you didn’t have to actually start studying. Not that I’m not proud or anything.”

“Go big or go home”

“I’m already home.”

“I lost my wellie boot in the river…”

“I wish I knew who they were…”

“It was that bad here?”

“I look at you and I…I feel so sad because I love you but I also have been hurt so many times that I don’t think I can forgive and forget.”

Brushing hair from their face

Leaning into the others hand, turning their head and pressing a kiss to the palm

“I didn’t take you for the settling down type.”

Speaks in a terrible Shakespearean/Elizabethan style to woo/make the other laugh

“Should I go first or…do you want to go?”

“If you want to leave, we can leave.”

“I don’t want to ruin your party.”

“You could never ruin anything.”

“Your comfort and happiness is more important to me than some stupid dinner.”

“Please don’t make me choose.”

“I can finally understand why you call them your arch-nemesis…What. A. Dick.”

“Poetry isn’t supposed to be good, it’s supposed to make you feel things!”

“If you don’t get that stick out of your arse, i’ll do it myself and beat you with it.”

“Could you come get me?”

“Stop moving! I’m going to have to start counting all over again!”

“I just thought that since you weren’t feeling too good, maybe this would help.”

The one stumbling to the other’s front door after getting hurt/beaten up etc.

“Oh my heart it breaks! It shall never be whole again!” “She/He/They break up with you every other month. Shouldn’t it be used to the disappointment by now?”

“I thought you said no more dangerous stunts?”

“I’m not kissing you in the rain! We’ll catch our death!”

“Where’s your adventurous spirit?!”

“A walk in the woods might do you some good. Clear your head.”

“You have wronged me so bitterly…”

“Do you talk to your mother with that mouth?”

“Please get me away from him. He hasn’t left me alone all night and I am this close to committing a murder.”

“I apologise sincerely if my handsome/beautiful face has kept you awake all night.”

Massages but the sort that are actually practical and helpful. Like babe, you’re so uncomfortable let me help because you’re clearly in pain

“Would it help if I stayed?”

“So I had this really vivid dream…”

[opalsrose]

love like you

steven universe x reader

C.1

next

it was raining when you got beach city.

practically pouring.

and you didn’t have an umbrella or a raincoat.

just a dinghy old hoodie that hadn’t been washed in about two weeks.

you could feel and hear your socks squishing in your beat up vans as you waded through a puddle, the bottoms of your jeans soaking in the water.

you cursed under your breath, bending down to roll your pant legs up to keep them from getting wetter before trudging on.

it had been half an hour since the bus had dropped you off at the nearest bus stop (which was about a twenty minute walk from beach city) and you were utterly exhausted. all you wanted to do was lay down a sleep, but you had to find a safe place to do that first. because the world was full of creeps who would love to get their nasty hands on a small, fifteen year old girl like you.

squinting through the water pelting you, the ground, and various other buildings, you saw what looked to be an arcade. you adjusted the strap of your duffel bag and quickly walked over to it, finding solace in finally being dry as you stood under the awning.

pulling out a bobby pin from your pocket, you stuck it into the lock, twisting it around until you heard a click. you pushed open the door and stepped inside, discarding your soggy hoodie and shaking out your big, poofy hair before looking around.

you ventured further into the arcade, finally finding the skee ball tables. you set your duffel bag on one as you dig through it, pulling out a fleece blanket and some clean, dry clothes. you peel off your drenched outfit and shove it to the bottom of the bag before putting on the clean jumbo hoodie and baggy sweatpants.

you (struggled to) tie up your hair into a giant puff before throwing your hood up and pulling out another blanket. you folded it up into a makeshift pillow and grabbed the fleece blanket. you lied down onto the skee ball table and pulled the blanket over you, snuggling in it tightly to ward off the absence of heat your body was currently experiencing.

with the warmth of your clothes and blanket engulfing your shivering form, your eyes blinked heavily before falling shut, pushing away today’s thoughts and embracing the sweet release of sleep.

it was too early.

it was too fucking early to deal with some rando that broke into funland arcade last night, and yet here steven was.

standing outside of funland arcade at seven in the morning, hot cup of coffee in hand, eyelids struggling to remain peeled open.

“They’re still inside,” harold smiley stated, his hands placing themselves on his hips. “my guess is they’re trying to hold the place hostage so they can shake me down for a few dollars!”

steven just sighed and shuffled over to the entrance of the establishment.

he looked through the glass of the doors before pushing them open and stepping inside the arcade.

“hello?” he called out, setting his coffee on a counter near the prize shop. he meandered into the arcade when he didn’t receive an answer. he passed all the gaming systems, moving towards the back of the building. having come up with nothing, he was about to turn back when he spotted a silhouette of something laying on top of a skee ball table.

steven advanced, quietly walking upon it to get a better look at it.

he looked astonished when he found that it was a girl, maybe a year or so younger than him. upon closer inspection, it was clear that she was underfed, her cheekbones slightly poking out of her face. her hair was dirty and greasy and her clothes looked a bit worse for wear.

“uh, h-hey,” he spoke up quietly, hesitantly reaching his hand out to softly shake the sleeping girl.

before his fingers even grazed the blanket covering her, the girl popped up and moved further up the table, staring at steven with venomous eyes. steven was quick to retract his hand, holding both of them up.

“what the hell are you doing.” the girl hissed, her arm reaching behind her as if she were about to grab something.

steven stared wide eyed at the girl as he regarded her before responding. “i-I’m really sorry to bother you, but i kinda need you to leave. the owner of this place says he’ll call the police if you don’t,” he stated, as he tried to move closer.

noticing the movement of the boy, her eyes hardened into a deadly glare as a bright light shined from behind her causing steven to shield his eyes. when he moved his arms from in front of his face, he was met with two barrels of the dual pistols the girl was clasping tightly in her hands.

her pointer fingers danced against the triggers as she cocked her head to the side to get a better look into steven’s eyes. “come any closer and i’ll splatter your brains across the floor,” she growled, voice dipped in a thick toxic tar that dripped into steven’s ears, a shiver ripping down his back.

he stared in wonder at the two guns that seemed to materialize out of thin air. “h-how did you do that?! Are you a gem?!” he asked excitedly, his dark chocolate pupils forming stars as he looked at the girl currently holding him at gunpoint.

her eyebrows furrowed in confusion at steven’s statement. “i’m aiming two guns at your head and threatening to shoot your head off...but you wanna know how i got them?” she questioned, her arms faltering just slightly before snapping back into place.

she observed him for a moment longer before pulling her arms back, letting the pistols go as they dissolved into the air. “you’re strange, kid,” she grumbled tiredly, rubbing her eyes sleepily before hopping down from the skee ball table. she moved past steven to pick up her duffle bag and shoved her blankets into it. “i’ll get out of your hair. i only needed a place to sleep and to get away from the rain,” she said, moving towards the door.

steven blinked before finally registering what she had said, rushing over to her to stop her from leaving. “no, wait!” he exclaimed, grabbing the girl’s wrist, quickly regretting it as she was fast to turn around and grip steven’s arm tightly. he released her arm, sighing when she did the same. “sorry, i just—,” he started, scratching the back of his head, “i think you should come with me. not in a creepy way or anything! Iit’s just, you're a bit...peculiar,” he laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.

the girl eyed him skeptically before turning around and pushing the door open. “no,” she said simply, continuing to walk away from the flabbergasted boy.

steven sputtered a bit before racing to catch up with the girl, slightly tripping over his sandals. “w-wait! what do you mean no?!” he stuttered, panting a bit.

the girl just glanced at him before rolling her eyes at his apparent obliviousness. “last I checked, i don’t know who you are. and the first thing you ask me is to go wherever the hell it is you wanna take me. not very trustworthy in my book,” she stated, hiking her bag up her shoulder more.

“so how can I get you to trust me?” steven inquired, walking in front of the younger girl to stop her from continuing.

she just stared at him blankly before a glimpse of mischief flashed behind her irises. she reached behind her again, pulling one of her dual pistols out. “if you can avoid getting shot, then i’ll trust you,” she explained, cocking the gun and pointing it at steven.

steven was quick to throw his hands up, his face washed with nervousness. “u-uh, do you think there’s a, um, better, much less deadly way to decide that. like...like maybe a simple questionnaire,” he stumbled awkwardly, a weak and jittery smile spreading across his cheeks.

the girl’s arm remained unwavering, her dark, almost obsidian, colored eyes holding a dangerous gleam to them. “i’m not really one for question games. i find ‘em boring,” she confessed. without another pause, her finger yanked at the trigger of the pistol, the bullet whizzing out of the barrel.

before the bullet made it even halfway across the distance, a large, pink bubble appeared around steven, the pink sphere reflecting the bullet right back at the girl.

with a quick wave of her hand, the bullet was redirected, shooting off towards the ocean.

the girl stared wide eyed at the pink, seemingly glass bubble, letting go of her gun as it disintegrated. she walked up to it, hesitantly reaching out to touch it, reeling her hand back once it dissolved into diamond particles.

“what the…,” she trailed off, looking at steven who had let out a breath once he realized he didn’t have a hole in him. “how’d you do that.” she demanded, her grip tightening on her gun as she regarded steven with skeptical eyes.

steven smiled awkwardly at her. “i could ask you the same thing,” he shot back before lifting up his shirt and showing off the gem within his belly button. “i’m half-gem,” he expressed, tapping his gem.

the girl just stared at him in disbelief, her brows furrowed as she took in the pink rock that sat in steven’s stomach. “you’re like me?” she inquired softly, mostly to herself. she moved her eyes back up to steven’s, tears lining her vision. “you’re like me,” she smiled weakly, a soft almost inaudible sob leaving passed her lips. “i’m not alone anymore.”

steven looked at the girl quizzically. “w-what do you mean you’re ‘not alone’?”

the girl was quick to turn around, back facing the boy, before she lifted her shirt up a little, showing a jagged, black crystal in the small of her back. steven’s eyes widened, his jaw falling as he lets out a silent gasp.

the girl looked back to steven, her eyes wet as she gave him a watery smile. “i’m like you.”