CHILDREN OF DIAMONDS | Steven Universe Reader Insert

01

 "𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔹𝕝𝕦𝕖?"

𝕆𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕓𝕪 ℝ𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕤𝟝𝟚

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𝟚𝟚𝟠𝟘 𝕐𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝔸𝕘𝕠, 𝔸𝕟𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕁𝕒𝕡𝕒𝕟

You never knew who your real parents were. 

Your entire life, you were raised by the master, who took care of you, taught you different languages and trained you in traditional multi-martial arts. 

But now, he was gone, and you were really alone, and all you could do was cry. 

Using some of the martial arts moves he taught you on the tress around you out of grief, you stopped as your fist nearly collided with a small caterpillar, crawling up the tree, who was a victim of your grief. 

You arms dropped to your sides as you remembered the Master's words. 

"Remember, (Name), every life is precious, no matter how small it may seem."

You clenched your fists as you watched the caterpillar crawl slowly up the tree. The Master was a strong old man, yet an illness managed to kill him. 

He was gone now. And punching trees wasn't going to bring him back. 

You didn't exactly know where you were, but you knew it was somewhere in Korea. You'd been wandering for a couple of weeks now, putting your acrobatic skills to use by doing street tricks. You got a good twenty dollars from a few people, and used it to buy food. 

It was one of the teachings that you should never steal, even in your toughest times. 

Finding food in the wild wasn't too hard either. You had years of instinct and survival training, and could find non-poisonous foods by scent. You were only twelve, so of course, you avoided the villages unless needed. 

You were some sort of a wanderer in the world, despite being the crybaby you were. 

Your ear twitched as a sound came from your left. Normally, you would be the one saying "No! Don't go TOWARD the creepy noise!" But today, you just didn't care. 

Engaging stealth mode, you walked slowly over to the noise. It sounded somewhat like crying, with hushed mumbles (in English, you believed) going on in between. 

Hiding behind a tree, you saw a tall (a TALL) blue lady, crying over broken down pink thing covered in moss. 

You didn't see or sense anyone else present, just her, all alone, crying. And maybe it was stupid to approach the gigantic blue weirdo. Maybe it was dumb to feel empathy for a stranger. 

But you understood her. She needed someone there for her- and nobody was. 

She was just like you. 

"Are you okay?" You asked in English. She turned her head to you. "You are crying. Why?" With that she turned away again, but not before you saw the beautiful large blue-diamond shaped gem on her chest. 

"I wouldn't expect a human to understand how I feel," she said, looking down. "But I suppose someone to talk to would be nice...human or not..." 

She, herself, obviously wasn't human, but you couldn't help but find it a TAD bit insulting when she implied that she'd settle for a mere human. 

"I've lost her...poor pink...so innocent, so small. This is where it happened. Where...they shattered her. I suppose it is my fault...she wasn't ready for her own planet..." She said. 

You weren't sure if you were supposed to give her advice or if you were just supposed to listen, but you spoke up anyway, sitting crisscross on the ground next to her. 

"I know what it feels like to lose someone too." 
"You...you do?" 

She turned to look at you again, a tear slipping from her eye. "He was like a...a...grandfather to me, and I don't have anyone anymore....but I can't cry and punch trees my whole life. Because he's never coming back." You said. 

"It's rare I meet a human that can comprehend how I feel," she said, crouching down. 

"The earth is filled with many different types of people. Some have never experienced loss, living a happy and caring life, and others have only experienced loss." You say. 

"What kind of person are you?" You ask her. 

Staring at you for a second with her mouth slightly gaped, she smiled and asked you your name. "It's (Name)..." You say quietly, wondering why the sudden question. 

"(Name)." She repeated. "How pretty." 

"What about you? What's your name?" You asked. "I am called Blue Diamond," she said, looking upwards. "But you can call me Blue." 

It had been a couple months, she ended up visiting you often. You stuck around Korea, to see her, and you became closer. 

She told you about distant planets and colonies, and after seeing her giant arm ship, it wasn't unbelievable. You were happier with her, yet when she left, you were all alone again. 

Well, alone with the trash pandas. 

Until that day she came back, this time not just to visit you, not just to mourn Pink Diamond, this time to come get you, so that neither of you- her or you, would have to be alone again. 

"Can I call you mom?" 

"Yes, Sure!

"...What's a 'Mom'?" 

"We'll have to go over this later." 

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Weird as I don't know what first chapter. Remember this is heavily inspired by Roses52's story and that Steven Universe belongs to Rebecca Sugar, not me. Even though the original plot line belongs to Roses52, I still wrote this story and many things have changed. 

Thanks for reading!