Steven Universe Oneshots

Fluff because some of y'all are legit dying

"What will we do?" Lapis and Peridot were on the top of the silo, which had been rammed into through the ceiling of the barn, a perfect place for stargazing, since Lapis could fly up and Peridot could climb up the ladder on the side. Peridot tried to relax, stargazing was a relaxing thing, it was just that the tin roofing of the silo was freezing cold that night. It wasn't painful, just mildly uncomfortable.

"Do what?"

"Now that we're," Lapis paused to think of the word, "together."

Peridot liked the word. Together. She reached out and held Lapis's hand.

"We'll stay the same. Just love each other more. That's what together is, isn't it? Love?" Peridot gazed up at the stars, looking at the shapes that could be formed into pictures and those pictures into stories, just like Steven told her a while ago. Stars into pictures into stories.

"I was together with Jasper. That wasn't love."

Lapis had been open with her lately.

"That wasn't like this. This was because we wanted to be together. That sort of together was like glue, and you were just stuck together. That wasn't together, that was stuck," Peridot stopped, momentarily dazzled by the stars, and the deep blues and purples that made the illusion of black, but never truly was, "This is more fragile."

"Why is this more fragile?" Lapis wondered aloud, knowing that Peridot would answer. Peridot always answered. Sometimes it was a good thing, sometimes it wasn't. But it helped. It helped.

"Because we aren't stuck. If we wanted to, we can stop this at any moment. This is more breakable than being stuck, because we have to chose to be like this. Together." Lapis flipped over, so she was on her stomach. She didn't like looking at the stars all that much. She liked looking at Peridot's eyes, and how they reflected the stars, and somehow made them look so beautiful in her eyes.

"Like fusion."

"Like fusion." Peridot agreed.

There was nothing but silence, stars, and the feeling of holding hands for a few moments.

"What will we do in the future?" It was Lapis again. And again it was Peridot who answered.

"How far in the future, Lapis?"

She liked the way that Peridot said her name. Lapis. Like she was the only one. The only Lapis. Imagine that.

"Centuries."

"We'll love each other. Together. Or maybe not," Peridot shrugged, "As long as you want to be together, and I want to be together, we'll be that way. Together."

Lapis liked the way that Peridot answered questions. With a straight-forwardness that somehow allowed leeway.

She liked the way that Peridot said together.

"And how about family?" Peridot laughed at that question. Maybe she knew how much Lapis loved her laughs.

"The Crystal Gems can be family. And Steven. And Pumpkin."

"But what about our family?"

The silence got louder.

"Our family? Does a fusion count as a family? As a separate person?" Peridot asked.

"Ruby and Sapphire look like family. And Garnet looks like a part of their family. So maybe, yeah. Maybe fusions can be family." Lapis drummed her fingers on the tin roof, making a hollow sounding melody.

"Yeah. That'll be our family. Our fusion, Pumpkin, and us." Lapis laughed. It was like she knew how much Peridot missed her laughter, savoring every moment of it because she was always so afraid that she might smile that way again.

"Sounds like one heck of a family."

"We've never been normal. Why settle on normal now?"

The words echoed, bounced off the sky, back to the silo where they laid.

Normal? normal? normal.

It made them feel a particular way, like all the muscles in their bodies finally relax, and their jaws unclench, and they stop fighting for a moment. Like normal wasn't really all that wonderful of a thing. Like being not normal could be a good thing.

Not normal. Being not normal was what brought them here. Lapis could guess that not normal was a good thing if it could cause something with so much good in it. Certainly being not normal was a good thing then.

"Yeah. What's so good about normal?"

The question stuck with them for a long time, because neither of them could think of an answer.