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Delicate (Rose Quartz X Gem!Reader)

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Summary: ”This is for the best, my reputation's never been worse so you must like me for me”. You’re a Gem who has found yourself caught in the middle of the Gem War on Earth. Wanting to be free, you’re found by the infamous Rose Quartz. 

Rating: G

Warnings: None

Notes: Takes place during the Gem War.

You were running away from the harsh battle, the sounds of swords and axes clashing were still fresh in your mind. You had to get out of here, and quickly.

The Gem War had taken it's toll on you, and you desperately wanted, no, needed to escape from it. You weren't even sure which side you were on. As long as you were away from it, you'd be fine.

After making it a long way, you decided to stop and take a rest. You ended up finding a small cave, and not a single soul in sight. Being a gem, you didn't need to sleep. But you were so emotionally drained, you figured it wouldn't hurt.

Laying down and feeling safe, you let your eyes close and darkness take over your vision.

A while later, your sleep was interrupted when you heard a voice.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" the voice said. It was slightly high pitched, but smooth. "We don't know if they're on our side."

"But what if they're a Crystal Gem like us?" another voice responded, this one was a bit lower, but equally as smooth.

You slowly opened your eyes, and in front of you was none other than the infamous Rose Quartz, leader of the Rebels, and her terrifying renegade Pearl.

Upon seeing her in person, you jumped.

"It's you!" you exclaimed in shock. Rose took a step back, and the Pearl got into battle position. "Wait, don't hurt me!"

"Oh?" the Pearl replied, putting her sword down.

"Are you a Crystal Gem?" Rose asked.

"Crystal Gem?" You replied.

"Are you a rebel?" she asked again.

You looked down. "I'm not sure what I am."

"What do you mean?" the Quartz questioned.

"Well, I just want the war to be over, and I want to get away from it all and be myself." You told her, avoiding eye contact due to your nervousness.

"Then you'd fit right in with us!" she proudly exclaimed. Pearl smiled in response.

"I... I guess I can join you..." You accepted the offer, but you were also still scared of Rose. Homeworld had it's share of not-so-great rumors about her, and her reputation had never been worse. But it was either this, or getting shattered, and you were afraid of death more than you were afraid of Rose.

"Excellent!" she cheered. "You're a _, right?"

"Oh, uh..." you quickly got up and brushed yourself off. "Yes, I am."

From that point on, you became a Crystal Gem. Fighting alongside Rose, you became aquainted with other gems like yourself.

There was Garnet, a forbidden fusion between a Ruby and a Sapphire who fell in love with each other. Bismuth, builder of weapons who was deeply devoted to her cause. And the Pearl from earlier, whom you were now friends with.

Things were going great at first, but as the battle went on, and more gems shattered, you started to become more worn out. Bismuth had already gone missing, and Homeworld had outnumbered the rebels by a lot. You were starting to lose hope.

But there was one thing that kept that spark in you. Rose.

Something about her drew you to the rebel leader. You weren't sure what it was. Maybe it was her beautiful face or her long, curly locks of pink hair. Or perhaps it was how even when fighting a brutal battle, she managed to look graceful no matter what. Maybe it was just her devotion to this planet and it's freedom, as well as the gems who didn't fit Homeworld's careful and strict mold. Or it was a combination of all three.

Regardless of the reasons, you were infatuated with her, and kept fighting by her side. Your fear of her diminished as you began to understand her more.

You began thinking about things. Things you could do with Rose once the war was over. Being able to spend time with her, being free, having fun. Pleasant little thoughts that motivated you to press on.

And then it happened.

Rose Quartz shattered Pink Diamond.

You didn't know how to feel about this. Many emotions went through your mind. But one was stronger than the others: fear. If she was capable of shattering a Diamond, one of the most powerful gems in existance and leaders of Homeworld, who knew what she could do.

And pretty soon, you found yourself afraid of her again. Upon hearing the news from Garnet, you hid this fear.

"That's great!" you said. "Now the war could end." But even if the war was ending, were you really truly free? "I'm just going to go for a walk on the beach." you told her.

"Go ahead, you deserve it. We all deserve a rest." she replied, not even attempting to argue with you.

You decided to make your way to a cliff, observing a beach with an ocean. You sat down on the edge, watching the waves crashing along rocks.

The war would end soon, you thought. But even when Homeworld's forces leave, there would still be one thing on your mind.

"_?" you heard an all too familiar voice call out to you. Rose. You froze. "Oh _! There you are!" She walked over to you.

"Oh... uh, hey." you greeted. You didn't really know what to say to her at this point.

"Garnet said you'd be here, so I thought I'd join you." she explained, sitting down next to you. The two of you just watched the waves in loud silence. After a few minutes, she broke said silence. "Listen, I don't know how you're feeling about this."

"About...about what?" you asked. Except you knew exactly what it was about.

"I know you must think differently of me now. But you have to understand, I did what I have to do." she explained. Although, it felt as though she was hiding something. But you knew Rose had many secrets, and you were to afraid to press her for details.

"It's not that. The Earth was Pink Diamond's colony." you replied. "But now I don't know if... if..." You regained your posture and took a deep breath. "I don't know if it will really work. What if this only angers the other Diamonds? What if they send more troops? What if they-"

"Shh, shh." Rose shushed you, wiping away tears that you just realized you were crying. "It's okay, _."

"I'm sorry..." you apologized. "It's just I don't know what will happen in the future."

"Of course we don't. That's what Garnet's for." she assured. You couldn't help but giggle a little about that. Then she did something unexpected. She held onto you. You couldn't help but blush. You leaned against her and sighed. Your attraction to her was slowly coming back, and once again, your fear faded away.

"So I guess we just wait, huh?" you asked. "Until the war is over?"

"We can't make any promises, now can we, _?" she murmured.

You turned to her, looking right into her eyes. "But we can hope."

Rose smiled. "That's the _ I know!"

You both laughed as you held onto each other and watched the sun rise. A new day was upon the both of you.

[spinoff-antithesis]

love yourself

summary: sick and tired of feeling the way you've been feeling for years, you finally suck it up and go to the one gem you can think of for advice: garnet. ship: garnet x reader disclaimer: all i own is the plot in itself. an: human reader! platonic relationship. reader is eighteen and aromantic/asexual. requested by one of my friends. warning for aphobia.

can also be found on quotev

Love.

One word, one syllable, four letters. A universal word that every language had, and in every language it meant the same.

Everyone felt love. Everyone loved someone. Love was a word that every teenager dreamed of saying to their "special someone". Children grew up telling their parents "I love you" and their parents returning the three-word phrase (while some children weren't as lucky). Friends would platonically say their "I love you"s. Even you had grown up saying it.

But just because you said it, didn't mean you understood what it meant.

Love was a finicky subject around you. You had tried looking up why you never felt the emotion love. All you got were sites saying that you maybe just hadn't found the right person yet. A handful of sites said that you might fall into the aromantic-spectrum. You didn't believe the latter; instead, you opted for not having found the right person. That was in ninth grade.

In tenth grade, while you listen to your friends drone on about how 'hot' someone was, all you could do was look at the picture of the person and simply shrug and say "I don't really see it but okay."

When you turned seventeen, you still didn't understand the concept of falling in love or finding someone 'hot'. One of the several people you were friends with on Tumblr finally sent you links to several websites, each explaining aromanticism and asexuality in detail. You had messaged them back, saying, 'I'm still not sure if this is who I am. I'll keep this in mind though. Thank you.'

About a month before your eighteenth birthday, you finally understood what they meant. Figuring out that you really were an aromantic asexual... It felt like something both in and out of place.

You were now a senior at your high school, sitting in your Pre-Calculus class with a blank expression on your face. Your teacher hadn't come that day, and instead had sent a substitute. So, you sat doodling in your notebook, thinking.

You had tried coming out to several people. Your friends at school? Only a few accepted you. The others just scoffed and said "You're nuts and boring, (y/n)." You hadn't talked to them since, obviously. Your friends on Tumblr widely accepted you. Your mother? Yeah... Not so much. You had tried explaining what aromantic and asexuality were to her. She had barely grasped the topic of aromantic and did not believe anything about asexuality. She just simply said that "you're not a plant, (y/n)."

And then, of course, there were the gems. You hadn't told them anything. Truth be told? You really didn't plan to. While you tried your hardest to be optimistic and think that they'd accept you and wouldn't treat you differently, there was always that small, haunting thought that kept popping back up. They won't accept you. They'll think you're nuts, just like the girls you used to call friends. So, for a while, you just opted out of telling.

However, more recently, more and more people in your school had found out about what you had labelled yourself as. "Aromantic?" they'd ask. "I don't believe it. You said you loved drawing, didn't you?" "Asexual? Pfh. What are you, a plant? A worm?"

All week, you'd been trying to find the confidence to go, find, and ask for help. And all week, your self-doubt kept coming back and saying that no one would help you. You were beginning to grow relentless though. You pulled your phone out of your (color) hoodie pocket and stared at the turned-off screen blankly before turning it on and unlocking it. You scrolled through your contacts and finally tapped on Steven's name.

Steven. He was like a little brother to you. You had met the gems through him. It had been awkward when you had first met them, but almost a year and a half later, you felt yourself close to the gems. You liked all of them, equally. Amethyst's care-free personality always stuck out to you. Pearl's tender carefulness hidden behind a teacher and a warrior. Garnet's toughness and ability to stay strong, no matter the situation. You had learned through Steven about Garnet being a fusion after he had been taken to space and honestly, you found it to be adorable. You'd have no idea at first glance that Garnet was a fusion of love. Mostly because she was so stoic and silent.

Taking a breath, you shot Steven a quick text asking if you could come over after school to ask Garnet something. You didn't have to wait long for a response. 'Yeah!!! I'll let her know!' he had responded. You couldn't help but smile at the fourteen-year-old's excitement. Steven was such a character and you loved him for it.

There the word was again. Love. Was it really love you felt for Steven? Of course, the friendly older-sister type love. Maybe it was just an affection for the younger boy. You did see him as the younger brother you always wanted.

The shrill sound of a bell ringing brought you out of your daze and you shoved your notebook into your backpack and your phone back into the pocket from which you had grabbed it. Slinging the bag over your shoulder, you walked out of the classroom and past your locker, deciding that you wouldn't need anything from it.

You began the trek to the nearest bus stop. A little over ten minutes later, you were walking down to the beach, heading straight for Steven's. You felt uneasy and began questioning yourself. You did have to ask someone. Maybe Garnet held the answers you needed? You hoped she did. Now, more than ever? You really needed them.

You made your way up the steps and knocked on the screen door. You heard the sound of someone falling onto the floor and you couldn't help but chuckle. Steven's excited face was soon seen behind the film of the screen door and you smiled, looking down at him as he opened it.

"(Y/n)!" he said excitedly. You laughed, placing a hand on his messy mop of brown curls.

"Hey Steve-dude. How you doin'?" you asked, stepping inside so he could close the door. You walked over to the couch and placed your backpack on the ground, turning around as Steven walked over to you. He was barefoot, you noted, which slightly surprised you. He usually wore his sandals wherever he was.

"I'm good!" he responded. "Garnet's in the Temple. One sec," he said. "Garnet!" he yelled, cupping his hands over his mouth to make his voice louder. You cringed slightly at how loud his voice was. "(Y/n) is here!"

You sat down on the couch and motioned for Steven to join you. "It'll probably take Garnet a minute anyway. Wanna tell me how you've been since my last visit?" you asked, an excited gleam in your eyes. You always loved hearing stories about Steven and his adventures. In return, you always told him about how your day was in high school. You were surprised about how excited he always was.

The two of you elapsed into an easy conversation. A few minutes after the two of you had been talking, you heard the Temple door open. You and Steven both turned to look at it. You watched as Garnet walked out of the door and your smile faded into a small frown. While talking to Steven, you had almost forgotten about why you had come here.

"Hey Garnet," you said quietly, offering her a small wave. You usually felt a tinge of awkwardness around the gems (you didn't know them as well as Steven did). Usually, you felt fine around them. Almost like they were family.

"Hello," Garnet responded calmly. Steven stood up and you heard movement. Turning your head, you and Garnet both watched as Steven pulled on his shoes and grabbed something.

"I'm going out to the boardwalk. You guys want anything?" he asked politely. You both politely declined and he left. The screen door slammed shut behind him.

You turned back to Garnet, who was now moving towards the couch. She sat next to you and you shifted a tad so that you could look directly at her.

"Steven said you wanted to talk to me about something," she stated in her usual calm approach.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. "Yes," you responded, beginning to regret coming here. "I..." Sighing, you began fiddling with your fingers. "For the past few years, I've been beginning to realize a few things about myself." You were struggling to keep your gaze on Garnet's mostly baby blue shades. "I... I don't understand the concept of 'love'. I know what it is. It just doesn't... Feel natural to me." Your gaze had dropped from Garnet to your hands. "A-and I don't feel attraction. Towards- towards anybody. I never have. One of my friends told me about something... Something called aromantic and asexuality. They- they said that that could be what I am. But I..."

"You need advice to know if it really is you," Garnet spoke. Her voice was calm, yet it sounded more motherly than it usually did (well, around you at least). You found yourself nodding.

You felt a hand on your shoulder and you blinked, looking up at Garnet. She had removed her shades (they were currently sitting in her lap), and her three eyes stared into two eyes. "Yeah," you whispered in a faint voice. Garnet simply offered you a small smile.

"I can assure you that it's a possibility," she said. "It's alright to not feel romantic or sensual attraction towards another person. It's alright if you let it define you." You blinked, eyes wide in surprise.

"But-"

"There are humans out there who are just like you, (y/n). Humans who don't fall in love with someone. Humans who don't feel attracted to other people, even though they feel everyone else is." You took a shaky breath, feeling your eyes become misty. "And even if they feel that way... It doesn't mean that they still can't find things they love. You could still love someone and not have any romantic attraction towards them."

You felt a tear escape your eye and Garnet pulled you into a hug. You broke into sobs, wrapping your arms around Garnet's waist, clinging onto her tightly. Garnet's left hand rested on the back of your head while her right hand rested on your back.

"It's okay if you don't feel like it's still you," Garnet said after a minute, as you began to calm down. "It might take time to come to peace with this truth."

"Even if it does," you murmured, sniffing, "I hope it's worth the wait." Garnet let you go and you did the same. Sitting up, you wiped at your eyes with the sleeve of your hoodie while Garnet put her shades back on.

"Hey, Garnet..." You said quietly, taking a deep breath. You looked up at the tall gem and offered her a genuine smile. "Thank you- for... For the support."

The fusion smiled gently. Before she could say anything, Steven entered the house, holding a bag (donuts? It didn't look like a bag from the fry shop). He glanced at the two of you and awkwardly stood there.

"Hey Steven," you said, offering him a smile. He stood in silence for a moment before smiling as well.

"I got you a doughnut! I didn't know what you liked so I just got you a plain one," he said earnestly. You laughed, an honest smile crossing your features. Garnet smiled behind you as Steven walked over, handing you the glazed doughnut.

"Thank you, Steven," you said, continuing to smile. The boy sat next to you on the couch and the three of you sat in silence.

As you headed home that day, all you could think about was how validated you felt. You felt like you had finally found out a piece of yourself. You finally felt like you weren't broken; not screwed up.

And as you closed your eyes to sleep, you couldn't erase the permanent smile that lingered on your face.