Steven Universe Oneshots

@LissaWho5 Request

Request: Steven x Connie. Plot: A fanfic that show Steven and Connie after fighting in the war against homeworld. Like they have to deal with mental issues and nightmares while trying to back into "normal" life.

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Running, dodging, and missing weapons by only a fraction of an inch. Steven couldn't shake the feeling, living in the moment and every move that you make will determine the outcome of your life. Connie was right by his side, holding Rose's sword, which was now starting to chip near the edge. Steven, trying desperately to shield her as more gems, with twisted limbs, distorted bodies, and twisted up faces.

This isn't real. They're not real. They're just clusters, they're not alive.

But they were, Steven could hear their shrieking as they ran towards him, begging him to help. He could see them clawing at the ground, trying to rip themselves apart. He could see parts of their faces. They were very much real. They were very much alive.

And they were the same as the rest of Crystal Gems. This is what happened to all the gems that they weren't able to find after the war. They were fighting for Rose. His own mother.

And what was the price they paid? Their bodies? Their gems? Their sanity? All three?

He woke up, his face wet with tears, and Connie shaking him. Connie was sleeping on the couch, ever since after the war, she had been living with the Gems, constantly plagued with similar nightmares of the war.

"Steven? Steven!" Connie shouted as she shook him awake. Steven blinked a few times, trying to get the sleep out of his eyes. Connie's worried eyes met his.

And he cried. He cried and cried for all the gems that had to go through that, and were now in the temple, bubbled and never able to regenerate ever again, never able to be themselves, driven mad by the other gems that they had been fused with. He sobbed for all the gems that had friends that would never see them again.

"It's going to be okay. It's okay Steven." Connie said.

It was going to be okay. But not yet. Steven and Connie were still young, Steven was only fifteen and Connie was thirteen years old. Too young for these types of nightmares, and too young to deal with it.

"I know."

"Then why are you crying?"

"Because those clusters will never be okay."