Could you possibly do a pearl x reader with 32 (I think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified) please! Thanks!! It's alright if you don't want to though
Disclaimer: I have never ever written a reader-perspective fic, so we’ll see how this goes.
Everything aches. Your back feels like it’s been broken in two, your head is pounding, pounding, pounding away. You’re vaguely aware of noises, but they’re underwater sounds. Far away. Muffled.
It takes you a second to re-orient yourself. Up is this way, down is that way. Your axe, where’s your battle-axe? The sky is lighting up with fireworks, or are they explosions? Gems are cheering. No, not cheering. Screaming. In agony, in fear, in rage.
“Topaz!” A hulking mass flies over your head and explodes, creating a crater in the ground the size of a small ship. Your hearing is still messed up, it takes you a second to place the sound-
“Pearl!” Despite everything, you smile. “I’m here!”
Your scream joins the others and while you navigate through the sea of bodies, you summon your battle-axe. Whatever gem had knocked you down is gone now, or moved on, probably thinking you dead. Yellow flashes across your vision and you don’t think. Your axe buries itself in the gem’s chest, right in the center of the yellow diamond emblem. The enemy doesn’t even have time to scream before she is gone. Her gem drops to the ground and shatters with barely a whimper beneath your blade.
And then there she is, appearing out of the storm like a beacon of light. Her hair is disheveled and her clothes are torn, but Pearl, you’ve learned, is most beautiful in battle. It’s what she was made for.
“Are you alright?” She asks, and you only have to nod while you assume a back-to-back position with her, weapons raised.
“Fine. I’m fine. What about Rose?”
It takes you a second. “I…didn’t see her. I’m sorry-”
“Don’t be.” Pearl cuts you off, spins, and cuts deep into a gem’s body with her spear. You can’t see her but you can hear the tiredness in her voice. The defeat. You don’t remember how long it’s been since you’ve been separated from your squad, how long since you’ve found Pearl alone and abandoned in the battle field.
It was a suicide mission. You remember that much. Pearl went off to die, but she didn’t. You’re both relics, discarded things, not meant to be here.
But you are here. You’re still fighting, even if everyone has forgotten.
“Topaz-” Pearl starts to say, but stops when a shadow falls over the both of you. Ice trickles down your spine, and you look up, up, up. A gem fusion the size of a mountain is stomping towards your corner of the battlefield. No, you realize, not a fusion. A cluster. A hulking monster, screaming in pain along with everyone else, flailing its uncountable arms, looking for blood to satiate its agony.
And it’s coming straight towards you. It sees you and Pearl. It wants death.
Somehow, you know. You can feel it in the center of your gem; it’s time. It just is, simple as that. And you’re calm, you don’t fear it.
“Pearl,” you say, even though she doesn’t hear you, too busy battling a gem bigger than she is. “Pearl, I think I’m in love with you.” Without waiting for an answer, you take off running. Enemy Homeworld gems melt into a blur, your legs burn from effort, your axe is heavy but strong. Arrows of light shoot past your body but you are wind and they are less than nothing.
Pearl has to find Rose Quartz. She has to live long enough to tell her what the two of you saw down in the Kindergarten. The rebel gems must be alerted of the genocide that’s coming because Rose is the only one who can save any of them from it.
But she won’t be saving you. You’ve searched for millennia for a purpose, and now you have it.
“I love you,” you whisper, and then leap into the air, axe swinging. Gradually, so gradually, you come down from your high arc, speeding towards the cluster like a comet. It screeches from half a dozen mouths with teeth sharper than knives. “I love you, and I’m terrified.” You’re bringing the axe down, the cluster is swinging for you, you’re so close...and the world is snuffed out like a candle.
Later, as you limp back into your cracked gem, you think of her. You watch her search the battlefield for you. There are tears on her face. They fall when she sees the cluster’s body melting away and your axe buried in the dirt next to it. Everything is fading, drowning in the water again. You are being pulled down, but it’s peaceful where you are. You’ve given her a chance to give everyone else a chance. Many more will die, but not all of them. Not all.
As you wait, the sensation of floating washes over you. It takes the last of your strength to peer outside your gem. Everything has turned pink. Like wildflowers, you think, pink like ocean pearls.
You are less than nothing, but still you are here. For a long time, you are the first. Alone in the depths of the Temple but safe nonetheless.
Eventually, others join you. And even though you are too weak to look at the world, you can still sense still other presences. Those that survived. They come and go, but as the room fills with others like you, she always lingers.
You drift for a long, long time. You can feel nothing.
Nothing, that is, until a human takes your gem in his hands, raises it to his mouth, and licks it.
