#unseen is her hugging Steven because he got it for her

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@secretlifeoffangirls heard you wanted this?

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The Handmaiden🌹8

Warnings: eventual dark elements ~ nonconsensual sex, blow job, fingering, (tags to be added as fic continues)

This is dark!(king)Steve and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: Princess Madeline has left her homeland to marry a king. On her journey, she has brought her most trusted handmaiden. Little do either of them know how perilous their new home will be.

Note: So I got to this series as well but at this juncture I only have Syster chapters done from here on out. I’ll be doing my best to bounce around but for the day, we return to King Sneke.

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

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When your heart stopped racing, you tried to leave but Steven’s arm wrapped around you and he held you close. You felt him getting hard against your leg and you shuddered. You couldn’t do it again. You already felt disgusting. Then he touched you between your legs. That heat returned in an instant as he fingers began to pluck it from you.

It wasn’t long before he was atop you. This time, he looked you in the face and his patience was less than before. It didn’t hurt in the same way but nonetheless it was uncomfortable. And nonetheless, you came. He followed shortly and lingered inside you as he crushed you beneath him.

“You like it,” He whispered. “I can tell. Your body… tells me.”

You turned your head and stared at the end of the bed. He grabbed your chin and tilted his hips so he stabbed you sharply. You murmured and he smiled. He brushed his nose against yours as he spoke.

“I want you tomorrow. Just the same. Go to the room and I’ll find you there.” He squeezed your jaw before he pushed himself off you.

You sat up slowly, waiting for him to push you back down. He didn’t. He got up and strolled away to the bath chamber. You watched his bare ass as he disappeared before you could stand. You heard water splash then he returned with a damp rag. He handed it to you.

“Clean yourself,” He said. “As much as I like the thought of you walking around with me all over you.”

You took it and wiped between your legs and along your thighs. He told you to dump it in the chamber pot as he laid out on the bed. He watched you dress and you stood up straight as you tried to smooth the front of your gown. He purred as he propped himself up on his elbow.

“I’ve changed my mind. When Madeline dismisses you tomorrow, you will come to me. Here, in my receiving chamber,” He demanded. “I don’t think I can wait a whole day.”

You bowed your head and recited a grim “your majesty.”

“You may go,” He said. “Oh, but…” He stopped you before you could obey. “If you think to tell my wife, I won’t stop you, only warn you it will be worse for you than me. Oh, and surely worse for her. Because I won’t stop and I will make certain she knows it.”

You gulped and he waved you on. You flitted into the passage and prayed he did not call to you before you were gone. He didn’t though you didn’t feel free of him at all. He was the tingle along your thighs. The revulsion brewing in your stomach. He loomed in the shadows of the corridors and whispered through the drafty corridors. 

You knew you could not escape him.

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Madeline woke with a frown. She was pale and claimed there was some unseen spike lodged in her skull. You powdered her face and twined her hair beneath a headdress of braided silk. Your hands were unsteady. You could hear the king’s words in your head. ‘I can’t wait a whole day’.

The queen was to lead her ladies in a sewing circle that day and then explore the gardens as they gathered flowers. You were expected in the kitchens but there was little for you to contribute to the castle staff. You would hardly be missed, though perhaps the king would be.

Madeline turned and fluffed her skirts. “I’ll pick some yellow roses for you,” She offered. “Lord Parriser assured me he had some imported from Eddor years ago.”

“I haven’t any use for roses,” You said. “But perhaps some for your chambers. Though we won’t be here much longer.”

“Two days, then we are off to the Barnes’ estate,” She confirmed. From there, the royal lodge of Grosmaison. Then the hunt.” 

“Are you excited?” You asked. “For the hunt?”

“I am more fond of falconing but the king is not so fond of the bird as he is the arrow,” She lamented. “Or so he tells me… He does not speak to me as anything but a child. As if to humour my shallow thoughts.”

“He is a king,” You said evenly. “How many should speak down upon him? It would be hard to be of that prestige and not acquire such a manner.”

“I suppose you are right,” She said. “I… fear he will be mad with me. I cannot recall last night but I know I did drink to excess. He will not be happy.”

“So you should persevere to atone for that,” You advised. “Perhaps, you might abstain from wine at the next feast.”

“Perhaps I should,” She ceded. “Though he advises that I abstain from you.”

“From me?” You wondered.

“The evening is unclear in my mind but I do remember what he said,” She paced and her skirts shuffled around her feet. “’You are a queen. You should not let yourself be mothered so. That handmaiden is awfully bold for her stature.’”

“He said that?” You felt an icy grip upon your neck.

“He despises you, I think,” She said. “Though, I know not why.”

“I serve you, your majesty, and will do as you bid me, do whatever will see you happy,” You vowed. “And if it were easier to dismiss me--”

“Never,” She fluttered towards you. “No, please, do not speak of it.” She grasped your sleeve. “He might be right but I do not care. You are my only friend in this wretched land I am to call home.”

“And you, mine,” You said softly. You touched the back of her hand, “Your majesty, you’ll be late…”

“So be it,” She raised her chin. “I am queen. Let them wait on me.”

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Steven was waiting on you. When you peeked out from the dark passage, he was sat before the hearth, staring into dwindling embers as the spring air swept in through the window. He wore only his dressing robe, his chest peeked out from beneath the drooping brocade. 

“Hiding?” He ran his fingers along his beard. 

“Your majesty,” You lingered in the doorway.

“Perhaps you were late tending the queen,” He suggested. “Or she was late rising?”

You were silent. He pushed his hair back and leaned into the chair.

“No matter. You should undress quickly to atone for your delay,” He said as he closed his eyes. “I shall be late to my first meeting on your account.”

You didn’t move. He cleared his throat and his lashes flicked up as he glanced over at you.

“Or would you rather I undress you?” He wondered. “Though I can’t promise to spare the dress a tear or two.”

You reached to your belt and untied it. You peeked at the bed, the sheets still tangled from his slumber. You dropped your belt and unlaced the collar of your gown. You heaved it over your head and left it to drape over a stool. Steve watched, quietly, as he dragged his fingertips over his bottom lip.

You kept your eyes averted as you lifted your shift. Your stockings were rough against your skin as goose pimples pricked up along your legs. You rolled the stockings down and let them curl up in your slippers. You found it difficult to stand straight as you were left entirely naked.

“Come,” He beckoned as the chair groaned softly beneath him.

You neared and he reached out to grab your wrist. He brought you around in front of him and spread his legs as he drew you close. He caressed your side and cradled your tits in his hands. He kissed your chest as he pressed them against his face then sat back.

“You didn’t bow when you came in,” He observed. “So I shall have you on your knees first.”

You swallowed and stiffly pushed one foot back. You lowered yourself down to your knees. He took your cap off and tossed it aside. He ran his hands over your hair and made you look at him.

“You remember how,” He purred. “It’s not been very long.”

He rubbed his thumbs along your cheekbones and released you. He sat back and untied his robe. The brocade fell back to reveal his nudity. He was already around. Your stomach was sour. You bent and took him in your hand. He shivered as your breath shuddered over his tip.

Your lips met the soft head of his cock and he gripped the arms of the chair. You slowly opened your mouth over him and sank down as much as you could. You longed for it to be over. 

The sloppy noises that rose from the act assured you it was wrong. You carried on as you tried not to hear them. As you tried not to gag from his cock hitting the back of your throat. As his hand spread over your head and urged you on. Faster, faster, until he shoved you away with a gasp.

“Wait, wait.” He squeezed the base of his cock. He held his breath and let it out slowly. “Close…” 

You sat back on your heels and wiped your mouth. He stretched his fingers over his thighs and sighed.

“In my lap,” He said. You looked up at him confused. He smirked.

You stood and he grabbed your hips as he pulled you to him. You lifted your legs as you climbed up onto his lap. His hand slipped and poked his cock along your fold. He pushed you down and entered you a little at a time. You tried to lift yourself but he was too strong. He bottomed out and swore as he pushed his head back into the chair.

“You truly never fucked another man?” He rasped as he held you down. You shook your head, appalled by his language. “And now,” He squeezed your hips and rocked you carefully, “You fuck a king.”

You let him move you. Your surrender meant a sooner escape. But soon you weren’t thinking of leaving. Your hips moved without thinking as he hugged you closer and took your nipple in his mouth. Your body worked against him as you felt the tension pulsing within. As you longed for the peculiar release he’d given you the previous night.

It surely couldn’t be your will to grasp his shoulders so tightly or rock so fervently atop him. It was only your helplessness that kept you going. Your desperation to be away. 

So why did it feel so good? Why couldn’t you stop? Why--

You came with a strangled cry. You turned your face away from the king, ashamed. His hand on your hip kept you going. His voice grew louder as you whimpered. The chair creaked beneath him and he slammed you down as he exclaimed. 

He spasmed beneath you and the heat seeped deep into your core. He stilled your body and brushed his hair from his face. He grinned up at you as his hands settled on your thighs. You tried to lift yourself but he held you in place.

“Stay,” He ordered. 

“Your majesty--”

“I’m not done with you yet,” He flicked his finger over your bud and you quivered. “Look at you,” He purred and tickled your collarbone. “Stubborn… but loyal, aren’t you?”

You looked at him in horror. Of yourself. Of the fire coursing through your blood. You thought of Madeline and your eyes welled. You blinked away the tears and turned your face from the king. You told yourself you didn’t want it. Coaxed by the thought that perhaps you could appease him. For you. For Madeline.

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[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

My Feelings About Bradford Buzzard And His Grandmother

First, If No One Has Seen The Last Episode of The Final Season of Ducktales Reboot with the Last Adventure, do not read this unless you seen that episode first.

okay here goes...

My feelings on Bradford's Grandmother, I don't like her.

she is the reason Bradford became the way he is in the first place.

plus whenever Bradford tried to reason with Scrooge, he got ignored, so of

course he had to use the papyrus to make Scrooge, Della and Donald forget he was ever there. even if he did transform into a monster,

it wouldn't be because he's evil. it would be from the negative emotions and the misinterpretation people have of him, so he isn't truly a villain, if anything he is a victim and that jerk of a Finch is the root of it all.

Even if she is Scrooge's hero, but even he would need to accept that she was a insensitive woman who caused a child trauma that led him to grow-up cold and truly alone.

Yes Bradford made mistakes, but he was blinded.

He tried to keep chaos from going out of control, even if it meant doing something that would hurt a family, which he shouldn't of did and that had crossed a line.

I don't believe that Bradford was truly evil, he was just a broken soul who wanted to stop dangerous adventures and possibly save those like him from suffering the same trauma he suffered since his childhood.

No one has to agree with me, but I just feel that most villains have good in them.

And most of their trauma and suffering are caused by the good guys or the main hero/heroine.

Plus No Hero or Heroine should be above the consequences of damaging someone else's life,

Either they be another hero or villain or a neutral party.

Scrooge wasn't truly at fault for what happen to Della, but if you think about it, it was 100% Della's.

She could of not stole the ship, but she did. and it because she chose to listen to the one who told her of the surprise, she could of chose to ignore it and act surprise later, and not cause her family to end up they it did.

Scrooge didn't mean for to become lost in space, but he isn't excused for some truly heartless things he has done in the past because of his greed before he found the true greatest treasure, which is his family.

He hurt Magica, and I believe the reason why they had that fight so long ago in the series, is because she wanted to get him back for what happen to her brother.

Even if Louie made a good point, that his villains/enemies, made him a better person.

That still doesn't excuse him for purposely not helping someone who asked for help, even saying they give him anything if he help them.

The pain that Scrooge felt when he lost Della, was perhaps the same feeling that Magica felt when she lost her brother and never saw him again.

I believe that the Phantom Blot, might really be Mr Vanderquack, Bentina Beakley's son-in-law,

Who is now a widow, who lost his wife and Bentina's biological granddaughter, before Webby came along.

But the biological granddaughter could of survived, while Edna Beakley-Vanderquack did not.

the reason why Blot wants to destroy all magic and Magica,

might have to do with the fact that he lost his wife Edna and his child.

If the incident happen before Webby was born, then I think Pepper might really be Bentina's Granddaughter.

But all that is just a theory.  if the story picks up in a Darkwing Duck Reboot and reveals that the theory about Phantom Blot being Mr Vanderquack, the widow of Edna, and Pepper being his long-lost daughter is true....then I guess I would be surprised.

But yeah back to the whole Isabella Finch, she is truly not as great as everyone makes her.

She caused Bradford to become who he is, and she couldn't see the damage it would cause later in his life.

Plus I believe that there was a reason why we saw a clone of Bradford, the real Bradford might of known what would happen if he faced Scrooge, so he used that ray thing that makes someone smart or dumb,

Shot it at his clone that looked 100% like him, then sent the clone to deal with Scrooge, while the Real Bradford himself sneaked away unseen by both sides.

If that theory is true, then maybe it will show it in the reboot of Darkwing Duck.  

I hope some of you understand my view on Bradford, at first when it was revealed he was a part of FOWL, I did thought he was a villain. but after the episode that first showed that papyrus, and even showing a bit more of his past...but perhaps not all of it.

I don't view Bradford as someone who is evil, just someone who is deeply hurt and tried to do good but ended up hurting others in his quest to achieve it.

Yes he did wrong in his life, and he was blinded by his ambition that cost him in the end.

And we should try to remember, he wouldn't be that way if it wasn't for that insensitive Isabella Finch.

Once more, no one has to agree with my feelings about it. but I still find that Finch is my least favorite character in the Ducktales 2017 Continuum.

one of the tags for this is “True Monster” and to me,

Isabella Finch was the true monster.

Bradford was her victim, and she couldn’t see that her adventures that she dragged him on, was making him unhappy and would place stress, trauma and fear in his life, and making him go down a dark path just to keep the whole world safe.

Bradford wasn’t even truly evil, just broken and emotionally hurt.

which Della, Beakley, Scrooge and the rest of the family and friends couldn’t open their hearts and eyes enough to see.

it is possible the only one who could see it, was Magica.

because the way she said that he wasn’t a villain.

I can’t agree with the actions of those who are suppose to be “Good”

but end up hurting those who are just hurt themselves.

Discord didn’t even get a proper punishment,

he, Celestia and Luna just made the three scapegoats of his actions, get turned to stone, and Star Butterfly despite the fact that her and her family have misused magic for who knows how long of generations,

she chooses to move the blame from her Mother,

to magic itself, who let me remind you everyone, is not truly at fault, but those like Star and her family who wield it.

and if you misuse that power, it is your fault, not the source of the realm your magic comes from.

at least Lena was able to do better than what Star did, I still love SVTFOE

(and still hope to get a complete dvd collection of SVTFOE someday.) 

and the last episode was still good, but I can’t agree with placing blame on magic, when it was Moon who misused it and caused so many lives to be in danger, and even ended up with Quirky dying.

Steven Quartz Universe, he went through trauma in his life that caused him to end up the way he turned out in Steven Universe Future.

I for one, love both the first series, the movie and Steven Universe Future.

the Steven Universe Future brought out some truth of Steven, that some can relate to and understand but maybe not fully.

because of what was revealed in Steven Universe Future,

about Greg’s past, I see him as both a Good and yet Bad person.

same with how Rose was during her life, as both when she was Pink Diamond,

and then when she reformed as “Rose Quartz”, which I still think that would make her a Trans-Gem, like gems who are normally be made one way, might feel like they are either a Rose Quartz, a Ruby or even a Zircon.

but the episode where we learn a bit more of Greg’s past, like how he felt about his parents and how he viewed their rules and how it seem like a prison to him.

but he might of only seen what he wanted to see, he might not of got the full picture growing up, and I had theorized that one of his parents could of been sensitive to loud music/sound, it is possible that Greg couldn’t understand.

Steven had a right to be mad at Greg, and even disappointed in him too.

Greg had cheered him up, and even made him happy finding out about his father’s old home.

but Greg made his son go back down to his lows again.

it was good that it was revealed that Steven is getting the help he needs.

when he corrupted himself, it was good that no one tried to hurt him

but hugged him when he needed that emotional support.

the kind that shows that those who are his family and friends, are there for him and are sorry they couldn’t see how much pain he was going through.

at times when a character who is normally a villain, and shows no sign of goodness in them (unlike Chrysalis, Cozy Glow and  Tirek showed when they bonded in one episode....who had shown a side of good that was in them.)

they can’t be saved...

I wont force others to agree on my view on all this, just try to respect that is how I see it.

not all villains are evil, some end up being Anti-Villains,

just as how some heroes who aren’t always good, end up as Anti-Heroes.

 even if Isabella Finch was long gone in the world of Ducktales 2017,

but to me she was the root of Bradford’s suffering and trauma.

and that makes her the woman behind the man, and the true villain.    

 now I am gonna just go and sign off and have me time.

I might sign back on later or tomorrow, it depends.

and I really hope some of you will understand how I view Bradford,

yes at first I thought of him as a villain after it turned out he was FOWL.

but then after seeing the other sides of him, I can’t help but understand he was misunderstood and he only wanted to protect the world from danger.

(he just ended up going about it the wrong way, and went too far in the wrong ways to achieve that peace.)

and his grandmother Isabella, Ludwig, Scrooge, everyone, including the rest of FOWL, couldn’t see that.

I hope that at least such a thing gets resolved in a darkwing duck reboot.

and the Bradford we saw in the very end, turned out to be one of his clones.

because I believe that Bradford deserved better, he was not born that way, he was made that way because of his so called grandmother, who couldn’t see that she was making him unhappy and causing him trauma.

well thanks for listening, and once again no one has to agree about my feeling about Bradford or Isabella Finch,

or the whole theory about Phantom Blot being Bentina’s son-in-law,

who she thought died along with her daughter and granddaughter....

well the granddaughter she had before taking Webby in.

see ya later and keep safe everybody.                                      

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Viridescent Odium: Ch.11

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Viridescent Odium MASTERLIST

Bucky Barnes x Plus!Size Reader SKRULL

Warnings: ANGST! CUDDLES!

A/N: Just heartbreak, I'm so sorry!

Words: +2,900

Bucky had Y/N back for 86 hours & 5 minutes after the centarian tried to take his green skinned lover from him. Then, Monday, November 5th he lost her to HYDRA at 13:30, they found her on November 15th & he shot her at 18:06 to be brought back at 19:03. So, that meant Bucky had Y/N back for a total of 73 hours 47 minutes 23 no 24 seconds.

Today was November 19th 19:47, no 19:48 hours & all he could do was lay awake to watch the clock. The skrull’ screams from the previous week echoing through ringing ears as she had gone through withdraws from the shit Rumlow had the skrull on & could only be described as toxic sludge that had burned veins. Shirl cries echoing just like the twins small voices asking of where green was & would she eat thanksgiving dinner with them like planned when they went to their grandparents.

It was hard to sit & just watch the withdrawals from whatever it was to make her compliant the shivering screams made Bucky’s skin crawl because he knew all too well what she went through. The soldier visiting every chance he got, even if it ended in breaking his heart because she refused to communicate with anyone, staying huddled on the small cot in the glass cell Tony himself refused anyone to take out of the med bay, stating Y/N stayed where they all could keep watch.

That night though at 20:06 hours a break through, Thanksgiving in a few days, but Shuri wasn’t about to give up on the Skrull. The young scientist getting the nervous creature to realize they were helping & not hurting like originally thought, Shuri calling Bucky out of a restless sleep at midnight after a hell of a time getting the twins to sleep stating he needed to hurry to Y/N’ glass cell.

“Shuri! What the fuck sweetheart! It’s midnight is Y/N ok? What,” Bucky rambled rushing into the private room that was occupied of the cell before she cut him off with an excited smile.

“Calm down Bucky! Look,” Shuri smiled & hurried excitedly to the cell.

Bucky froze the instant he laid troubled gaze on Y/N resting peacefully on the small cot, the blanket Bucky had brought at the urging of Shuri pulled around full figure like a cocoon barley able the make out a set of pale green eye lids as it was clutched tightly around her.

“How long,” Bucky asked leaning against the glass like an excited child himself, unable to look back at the exuberant scientist in fuzzy pajamas.

“Since you were left at 7. I came to check on her, Y/N  made a point to ask who you where & why you cared,” she smiled at the bed headed soldier that was peering in the cell, wrinkled t-shirt & lounge pants telling her Bucky wasn’t sleeping well just as much as his haggard eyes.

“What language,” he asked cautiously, the skrull had still spat Russian at them a few days ago when she was still talking or actually cursing at them.

“English actually,” Shuri reassured him excitedly, the soldier stepping back to speak with her obvious Bucky was excited about the break through but trying not to get hopes up.

“What did you tell her,” he asked worried what the young woman possibly blurted out in eagerness making Y/N question her sanity.

“What do you think. I made sure that Y/N knew how much you mean to each other but didn’t mention the twins,” Shuri smiled taping the tablet screen that showed a picture of Bucky & Y/N hugged together.

“How did she take it,” Bucky asked looking back to Y/N who slept quietly only twitching slightly at an unseen danger.

“In stride. Read outs are steady. When she wakes you should be here, should do good since she took the news well about your relationship,” Shuri smiled at Bucky the soldier looking around for a seat to realize Shuri had an idea he would want to stay, spotting a fluffy chair pushed against a wall with a blanket folded up on it.

“Good. Um I will get Steve to watch the twins & stay for the night,” Bucky admitted looking to Shuri curious if it would be a good idea but knowing the young woman wouldn’t tell him no.

“As long as she takes it well I see no problem but if….,” Shuri began quietly, giving him a knowing look.

“I know. I’ll have to leave,” he sighed looking back to the sleeping skrull that stirred slightly before settling back down.

“It want come to that, Y/N’ system is clear which means she should start regaining memories or will help me to find a way to regain what was lost,” Shuri reassured the troubled soldier who continued to look her over, fingers twitching in wont of touching soft green flesh to soothe over troubled body to let Y/N know it was ok & he was here to help.

Bucky woke to the filling of eyes on him, one of the many things he couldn’t shake from having been HYDRA’ assassin all those decades, opening hazy blue eyes from his seat across from the glass cell, covered in the throw the young woman had brought from Wakanda. Caerulean eyes lazily searching around the room to realize sparkling crimson stared back, the Skrull squatted behind the glass watching close it made him upset they cut her long hair & looked to have removed all piercings from pointed ears.

Crimson following the metal armed soldier close as he took time getting out of the chair, all he needed was freak Y/N out, she already feared him because of whatever they had told her while in HYDRA’ control he didn’t need to make it worse. Slowly stepping up to the glass Y/N got to bare feet with a slight limp thanks to him but didn’t back down fingers twitching, a tic when she ran battlefield scenarios through her head quickly.

“How you fillin’ doll,” Bucky drawled allowing his accent to shine through while approaching the glass stopping just as bare sock feet touched it.

Short cropped black head cocking to the side, obviously debating to answer to finally utter an “ok” before taking a seat where she stood Bucky following suit.

“You remember me,” Bucky asked slowly keeping focus on the pondering creature that looked so nervous, wanting so bad to open the cell door & take her in his arms, hold tight but that was a move that would possibly make the skrull shut down.

“A little. You have twins right? Boy & girl,” she asked voice gritty from not being used in a while, fuzzed bed head making him smile but not as much as her admittance to the twins.

“Yeah you remember those rug rats,” the metal armed soldier asked, laying flesh hand to the back of overheated neck as he smiled, the skrull fixing him with a worried glance eyeing the metal arm before focusing back on troubled blue eyes.

“I… I remember when I first came they weren’t afraid of me,” she began slowly watching his reaction close, green fingers twitching.

“No, they weren’t. Do you remember us,” Bucky finally asked the burning question, hating to rush into it like that but he had to know, cursing himself for being so forward, but he had to know, Y/N was his & calmed his demons.

“I… I want to. I know you & I stayed together, shared a bed, we loved each other, I'm sorry… I can’t… they… he, took what I felt for you & the twins. I’m sorry,” the nervous skrull apologized sadly, green fingers twitching wondering what she was working through in her head.

“It's s’okay doll, calm down or you’ll have Shuri worried. We’ll help you get it back, I will help you sweetheart it's ok,” Bucky began watching crimson gaze flick nervously to the clock, holy shit what had Rumlow done to make the once confident skrull edgy.

“86 hours, 4 minutes, 31, 32 seconds,” the skrull spoke staring at the clock fingers jerking.

“What did you just say,” Bucky began, snapping Y/N out of it.

Bucky needed to know he heard correct before waking Shuri. The young woman would kill him if he got her up early without due cause but this was Y/N he was talking about, the two had hit it off when introduced when the skrull first came there, crimson eyes snapping to the soldiers as if something was said wrong.

“It's ok, it's nothing bad I want to make sure I heard you correctly. You were counting down how long you hade been back right,” Bucky began, reaching into the lounge pants for the phone, the skrull cautiously looking at it, noting the picture with her & the twins in what looked like Halloween costumes she had green wings.

“Wings,” she breathed out, on que a set of green wings materialized, Bucky typing quickly to switch off the screen, turning it to show the picture, holding it to the glass as wings melted away, green palms pressing to the glass looking the picture over, eyes glassing over before looking back up to Bucky.

“James Steven Barnes, Sara Ashley Barnes, they turned three the 28th of October,” Y/N breathed out mostly to herself but nodded for her to continue a smile taking over troubled face.

“Yeah baby,” Bucky whispered, pulling the phone away to find another, one that would hopefully trigger something else, something HYDRA wouldn’t know but Y/N would.

“What about this day,” he asked showing her the visit to the orchard with the team & twins, the skrull looking the picture over observing familiarity trying to catch hold.

“I… you had a bad day, started to leave… you thought I was leaving. Why did you think I was leaving,” Y/N began, looking up to Bucky puzzled as Shuri walked up with Steve & Tony close behind both looking to the three.

“Clint’s watching the twins, heard she was doing better,” Steve began, Y/N stepping back from the glass slightly, not sure what this meant looking worriedly to Shuri who smiled at her.

“She’s counting down time, like I do,” Bucky spoke quietly to Shuri who smiled swearing he heard her thoughts rambling at what it meant, that they wouldn’t have to come up with a idea from scratch it gave her a great place to start.

“Good, why don’t you let her out,” Shuri spoke to Tony who hesitated for a second.

“Yeah. I trust her more than Barnes anyway,” Tony spoke hurrying to open the cell, Bucky shooting the billionaire the bird.

The skrull hesitating to step out till everyone backed away from the door to allow her space, Bucky the first to great her, his own fingers twitching, wanting to touch green flesh but knew better, she had been touched enough it would have to wait.

“Why don’t you come with me,” Shuri began stepping forward, hinting for Y/N to follow her through the med bay to another room, the young scientist hinting for the men to leave them alone so a few test could be ran before she was cleared.

Quiet except for the talking of Shuri explaining what she was doing, the same calming voice she used with Bucky when helping him, the skrull doing as asked, while Bucky had to leave to see the twins before they went with the grandparents. This wasn’t the way he planned thanksgiving, it felt off since Y/N had…. it was going to be a different this year but promised he would be there to eat with the twins on Thursday & green couldn’t come because she was still sick.

Shuri letting Y/N go with Steve, both just hoping she remembered the two got along now & didn’t think of how the blonde acted towards her when she first came. The skrull walking with Steve as he explained Bucky was lost without her, bringing up of how she protected the twins from a centarian among other things. The talk turning to the upcoming holiday, the dinner they were having & as long as Shuri gave the all clear she would probably get to stay with Bucky that evening.

“It hurts him that I don’t remember,” Y/N began finally starting a conversation with Steve as they stepped towards the elevator to the Avengers floor.

“Bucky's a tough guy, he’s been through the same as you. He understands so don’t worry about it,” Steve explained, trying to put the skrull at ease as they entered the lift, the short ride opening to Bucky starting for the elevator a smile spreading across his face.

“I was just coming down to get you,” he smiled, Steve watching his friend light up though it was easy to see how nervous Y/N was, following Steve out.

“Well, special delivery,” Steve laughed as he stepped back to the lift before turning in the cab to look back at the two, “I got a debriefing, looks like you get the floor to yourself.”

“Punk,” Bucky shouted after Steve as the doors shut.

“Jerk,” Steve yelled back to Bucky the soldier smiling as he looked over Y/N, the tank & leggings ones he had taken to Shuri a day ago.

“Would you like a shower? Like a normal one shower that doesn’t time you,” Bucky asked the puzzling creature that looked him over, fingers twitching.

The t-shirt he wore, black compression shirt stretched over strong abs that felt wonderful under bare fingertips, against green flesh torso, hot, sweaty…

“What? Uh.. yeah that would be great,” Y/N began, the soldier not thinking to reach for green hand the skrull jolting back in a panic as if he had shocked her.

“Stop,” she yelled out jumbled mind registering searing pain as human flesh ghosted over the back of green hand.

“I'm sorry doll, I wasn’t thinking,” he apologized quickly making sure to keep a safe distance & give her space.

“It's ok, it hurts,” she apologized nervously, looking up to him & hoping he would continue to his room.

“I know,” he sighed out in hurt, looking at her worriedly but turn to hint for her follow to the room they shared.

A quiet shower without a ticking clock was one thing she didn’t realize she missed, relaxing to the bottom of the tub to allow the water to wash over tire body, hand filling over short hair that made her want to scream out. That day Y/N held down for it to be sawed off with a dull knife as a cruel joke. Arms wrapping around bare green legs, body shivering, thankful to not be under constant observance & taking the moment to finally have her breakdown. Forehead resting on quivering knees as tears fell, swirling down the drain, sobbing quietly, green hand going to quivering nape to touch over the scar from the tunnel & remembering a man yelling telling her…

Oh, gods this was terrible, no wonder her shower was timed, to much silence that echoed with the skrulls screaming, no wait that wasn’t in her head, jolting when the curtain flew back to find the metal armed soldier looking at the shaking creature worriedly. Screams making Bucky’ blood run cold because it was the sound memories made when they came back, kneeling next to the tub to be eye level, but not daring to touch, reaching slowly to cut the water off explaining what he was doing.

“I'm going to get a towel & put it around you, that ok,” he asked gently before ever reaching back for a towel, crimson eyes, red rimmed but drenched head shaking yes.

Slowly, taking time, careful not to touch bare flesh he laid it so Y/N could pull it how she wanted, leaning on the edge of the tub watching patiently, the skrull burying her head into pale knees a ragged sigh leaving before she looked up at him once again.

“Take as long as you need. You want me to leave,” he asked quietly, meeting troubled gaze, shocked wet head shook no.

“Stay, I’ve been alone for a while, please stay,” she pleaded quietly eyes begging along with her voice.

“Ok doll. Can I at least get you out of the tub? I know your cold & you have been in here for over an hour,” he gently asked the shivering creature that studied him over before shaking tired head yes.

“Is it ok if I…,” Bucky began but didn’t get to finish, Y/N knocking the towel away to wrap chilled arms around scorching neck to pull tight, Bucky burying his nose into the crook of trembling neck before strong arms snaked around shivering torso, slowly lifting & looping an arm under shaking knees to lift her out.

“They cut my hair,” she whimpered while he carried her to the bed, quick to lay with her, shivering green body curling into him, holding her close, allowing her to do what was needed to calm ragged nerves.

“It's ok sweetheart, it will grow back,” he reassured, slowly lacing flesh fingers into the short mess as she gradually calmed quiet sniffles sounding from his chest as ragged breath fanned over the wet t-shirt.

“It gets better,” he soothed grabbing the blanket to throw around them & daring to soothe along oddly relaxed spine.

“Hold me close, so I can sleep,” Y/N’ small voice echoed, without a word strong arms pulled tighter as green legs tangled with cloth covered ones.

“Anything doll, get some rest, I’ll stay right here,” he reassured, filling her go lax the instant he spoke, obvious she hadn’t been sleeping like Shuri thought but he knew better.

“It's alright doll, I gotcha,” he breathed out to the sleeping skrull finally safe in his arms.

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[aberorca]

New Cast: Part Two

Okay, guys. Part Two was really good tonight, really good. I’ll admit I still had/have some reservations about the cast after Part One but Part Two has smoothed many of those away.

Part Two opens with my favourite piece of choreography, led by Nuno Silva. Nuno didn’t come out of stage door tonight which was a shame because I wanted to tell him how glad I am that he’s stayed on. For those who don’t know, Nuno plays Bane, as well as other ensemble roles but his most important role is Movement Captain. He is basically Steven Hoggett’s (Movement Director) right hand man among the cast and he works with the rest of the cast to coordinate all the complex routines that are carried out on stage, often with very large set pieces. You could really see what Nuno does among the new cast today, how he guides them and the confidence in what he does.

Samuel continues to be the star of the new cast. He really is outstandingly confident and a total natural - you’d think he’d been doing it for years and the audience is absolutely focused on him  and him alone when he’s on stage. I think it was @mrsellacott who said that James Howard told her he loves his new son, and that shows. Samuel and James have a great chemistry on stage. As James is my favourite of Cast 2, I was really looking forward to tonight because Draco has his best scenes in Part Two. His first scene, in the Voldemort timeline did not disappoint. @bounding-heart did a post about why James is so good in this role and that is never more obvious than in this scene. But he also shows love and a sadness and a pain that flows under a Malfoy cover. He rarely shouts, which I like. He exudes menace and intimidation without doing so but he has softness hiding there. When he pinned Scorpius to the desk in this scene, he released him and then shook and twitched in his left hand, the hand he had used to pin Scorpius down. He was physically expressing regret with the movement, as though it physically pained him to be violent with his child. It very much felt as though violence had become a part of who he was in this version of the world, that it was now second nature but that deep down it wasn’t welcome there, a darkness that grips to him like a parasite. So, so good from Mr. Howard.

Elizabeth Hill is an excellent actress. She plays a firm, sporty Hooch with a cool Northen accent in Part One, and a bitchy, snotty Petunia, but in Part Two as Umbridge, she is genuinely unnerving. Her Umbridge relishes in the way she speaks. She’s posh, or at least pretends to be, and she milks it for all it’s worth, letting every word slither off her tongue in the most regal way possible in her desire to feel and to be seen as royal. Her laugh doesn’t induce laughter from the audience like Helena Lynberry did - it is really sinister. Her movements when talking to Scorpius were almost flirtatious, but in a really sickening way that made my skin crawl. Superb debut in the role.

David Annen as Snape - I was really looking forward to seeing David in this role and he didn’t disappoint. He is much more like book Snape than Paul was. He doesn’t raise his voice and he appears bitter and reserved. I never liked the dynamic between Snape and Hermione in the last cast - I get that they were working together but they were too touchy-feely for my liking. That’s gone with David. His “whatever you are” to Hermione was deliciously sarcastic and snotty The “How very pleasant for me” line dripped with sarcasm and the “I exist to serve” line was wonderfully but subtly aggrieved. When he threatened Scorpius with punishment, he deliberately and obviously moved his robe to reveal the pocket in which he kept his wand, making the threat very real. It was a cool detail. When Snape is taken by the Dementors, heave the most horrific scream once they had enveloped him in their cloaks. It really did sound like someone who was losing their life in a horrific manner.

Theo came out of his shell in this performance. Yesterday in Part One he showed signs of being good but he was visibly terrified (his first professional job is one of the biggest roles in a show that has won nine Oliviers - even John said that was terrifying for them) and as a result he was very stiff (I felt bad for Jamie G in the blanket scene in Part One because I felt Theo was giving him very little to work from). But the audience was great yesterday and I think that has put some of the cast (Theo was not the only one who was clearly nervous) at ease a bit more. I think Theo is going to be very good and I look forward to watching him evolve in the role. Also, for all you Scorbus shippers - if you shipped them with Anto and Sam, you’re going to go nuts for Theo and Samuel. They obviously already have a very close relationship as actors and the chemistry between them is fantastic.

Samuel, when he came out of the lake and saw his Dad, put his arms out for a moment as if he wanted to hug him but then lost his courage. It was sweet. James just pointed him in the direction he wanted him, with military-level authority. I really liked it. Alex often used to grab Scorpius by the scruff and march him off stage; I like this less aggressive approach from James because I think it contrasts the differences between Draco in the Voldemort timeline and in the present much more.

One of the Hogwarts kids slipped in some of the water left on the stage but luckily they didn’t go down and carried on.

Jamie finally started to show some Harry-temper in the scene where he visits Albus in the Slytherin dormitory although he only got half-way there.  I reserved judgement on Jamie in Part One yesterday. I agree with @torestoreamends that it’s very important not to compare Jamie G to Jamie P because I think we always knew that Jamie P’s Harry would always be incomparable and I’m OK with that, because I always knew that watching Jamie Parker was a privilege. In fact, it’s very important not to compare any of the new cast with the old cast - it’s not fair on them. Of course we love the old cast, but the new cast have to be given a chance to be different and make the role their own (within the context of the character, of course). But Jamie G certainly lacked something yesterday, for example, he did not sound nearly as desperate as a parent should when searching for their missing child in a forest. I think Jamie G was another cast member who was very nervous but he did much better in Part Two today. I think he needs time and I hope that with time he will push the role and feel his way further into it. This scene wasn’t as heated as it should have been and as a consequence, the argument with Ginny where she asks how heated it got, didn’t work as well.

More Samuel gushing - in the dormitory scene when Albus is sleeping and he wakes him up, he did it in the most brilliant way that beats Anthony and James. He first whispered Albus’s name. He then said “Pssst!” When this didn’t work, he tiptoed over to Albus’s bed and in a really high-pitched but soft voice said “Albus?”. Finally, he shouted it right into Theo’s ear and Theo reacted brilliantly. I always felt Sam underplayed the comedy of this moment slightly but Theo didn’t disappoint. He sat bolt upright with a yell and then turned and started whacking Scorpius with his pillow. It was fantastic.

Annabel as Delphi - finally, finally, I have seen Annabel’s Delphi and she is supremely unnerving. John said he thought she was smashing it. Her Part One Delphi is quite awkward and bumbling and Tonks-like, which I liked. Her Part Two Delphi is almost unhinged once she is revealed and it’s scary. Some stand-out moments for me were what appeared to be genuine, yet mocking pity for the shock and horror on Albus’s face after she kills Craig. It was pity, yet it was patronising. “Aw. Did you not understand?” Brilliant. Then, when explaining how the kids fitted in to the prophecy she kissed Albus. It was “Albus” *kisses his cheek* “is the unseen child who will kill his father”. It was the most possessive, horrifying action; that Albus is this most invaluable object to her that will make her dreams come true. Somehow it reminds me of the way in which Umbridge loves her kittens:  a repulsive obsession.

Emma as Ginny did much better in Part Two - she was another I was reserving judgement on yesterday. Yesterday I really felt that she lacked Ginny’s ovaries - her “So was mine” just didn’t feel strong enough. She definitely improved on that today, although I don’t feel the same warmth from her that I’d like to feel. Like Jamie G, I think she needs some time, perhaps. But I’m optimistic.

Jamie G in the Dumbledore scene was good. I’m so much more optimistic about him than I was yesterday. He can genuinely act and his break down in Albus’s bedroom was even better. He’s not Harry yet, but there is potential there. I’m looking forward to seeing him grow into the character. Harry and Ginny kissed twice when getting Albus's message, just like in the script. (It used to be that they only kissed even though the script called for two.

On the other hand, perhaps I’m just too hard to please, because all the main cast (Albus, Scorpius, Draco, Ginny, Ron, Hermione and Harry) got a standing ovation at the curtain call. I was slightly gutted for the rest that they didn’t but audiences do vary and I’m sure that there are shows when they will. The past two nights had a very good audience and the stage door reception was lovely. I think the cast that came out definitely felt the love and I’m glad because I think it will give them fuel.

Speaking of stage door, April Hughes, who plays Myrtle (and is outstanding - didn’t think anyone would beat Annabel but she smashed it and even Annabel said so) was absolutely adorable. I sang her praises to her and she seemed really touched and happy and asked if she could give me a hug, so we had a hug. She’s a sweetheart! As is Sarah Miele who plays a now-Scottish Polly Chapman with purple hair (we asked her about this and she said it was just something she was told they were going to go for with the character this time). James Phoon (Craig) is adorable. I can’t remember how we got onto the subject but we were talking about the Friday Forty and I said that all my CC friends had won it at least once and I never had. He said that he played the Friday Forty every week ever since the play opened and he never won it either (he’s such a FAN!!). I told him “Now you’re in it! Even better!” and then asked if that meant that I’ll be in the play next year too. He gave a dramatic gasp and said “Oh, my God! That’s it!” and then grasped my arm and said “I’ll root for you for next year.” I told him to show me the ropes when I get cast. What an absolute doll he is. Again, the cast that came out all seemed so touched by the reception and I’m really pleased they’ve been given that confidence.

On Sunday 21st, I met Sonia Friedman. I found her at the back of the stalls and approached her, told her how much I loved and related to the play and congratulated her on all her success. I asked if I could show her something and she said “Of course” so I showed her my poster and she said she loved it because she was a dog person. I thanked her and didn’t see her after that until I passed by her yesterday when she was talking to Jack Thorne at the end of Part One about the pacing of the new cast (they had been a bit slow on a couple of bits). I don’t think she saw me as they were deep in conversation. Anyway, tonight, she came out of stage door briefly to watch the reception that the new cast received. No one realised she was there as she just lingered in the doorway and watched for a few moments - she didn’t go to greet fans. She had her hair different to usual and was wearing sunglasses so I actually didn’t recognise her even though I saw her right in front of me but she recognised me (we were standing right in front of the stage door at the barrier). She went back in to speak to someone but then came out again and came and stood next to me and said quietly “So, what did you think?” I then realised it was her and apologised, telling her I didn’t recognise her with the sunglasses and she said something along the lines of “I like to go incognito sometimes”. @torestoreamends , @mrsellacott and I had a nice chat with her and she thanked us for the support of the new cast.

I was hoping John Tiffany might come out of stage door but he didn’t (because I didn’t ask him to this time =P - I’ll tell that story in another post). My train got delayed on my way to the show this evening and I got in really late (I think @torestoreamends was panicking that I wouldn’t get in on time, she gave me big hug when she saw me and told me she’d been anxiously waiting in the aisle of the stalls to see me come in). Anyway, John was at the back of the stalls (he didn’t sit near the front like he did on May 21st - maybe he didn’t want to be inundated by fans again - more on that in another post) but anyway, I’d spoken to him on Sunday and as I walked past this evening, he looked up from his phone screen and so I gave him a big grin and he smiled back. Then in the interval, I had a brief freak-out with @torestoreamends at the Girls’ Bathroom (obviously) about how good Part Two was and then she let me go to the loo and went back to Stalls. :P On my way back, John stepped out of the Mens’ right in front of me and went back to the Stalls so I was following right behind him, seriously worrying that he was going to think I was stalking him. He noticed me and I immediately apologised and said “I’m really sorry, I swear I’m not following you, you just stepped out of the Mens’ room right in front of me.” He laughed and patted my arm and said “Don’t worry.” We got back to Stalls, right by the tech box where @torestoreamends appeared out of nowhere and we had a lovely chat with him for a few minutes. John is such a lovely, warm person, he’s so happy to talk to fans about the show. I told him that I thought it was great that the first show of the new cast had gone so smoothly and that I thought it was funny that there had been no technical hitches, given that there were so many on the 21st with a cast of fourteen months’ experience. He grinned and said “Because I kicked arse, that’s why”. So yeah. Sounds as though the tech team got a spanking for the screw-ups on the 21st.

And that’s all I’ll say about the new cast! I look forward to watching them develop and I hope everyone going to see them keeps an open mind and shows them the Potterhead love. I really think in particular that Scorbus is going to be sensational - even more so than it has been and we’ve all got lots to look forward to. I thought the ultimate test would be whether they could make me cry and they did. Happy Cast Change, peeps! x

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[sparklygembutterflies]

The first snippet of my friend's and my rp series, "One Of Both Worlds" Steven discovers a way to heal Pink Diamond's shards and attempts to mend earth's relationship with Homeworld and bring healing to the Diamonds.

"Are you ready?" Steven grinned as he practically bounced on the spot in front of the large monarch. He was so excited he couldn't even keep his feet on the ground. His excitement literally caused him to float up.

Pink laughed as she caught the child. "I think so. I've been ready for this for a long time." Although she still had yet to know how long she had really been gone. Steven and Jasper had glossed right over it and at the moment, she was too excited to see her sisters to even care.

"Good because she's coming." He could feel it in the clenching pain in his gem and his eyes that were already starting to brim. "Like, really soon." His vision disappeared behind a watery sheen as rivers started to pour down his face.

"Oh dear..." Pink looked down at the boy and then back at her Jasper at her side. "You ready Jasper?" She grinned. "It's been a while since you've been inside my palanquin."

Jasper stood at attention as her Diamond addressed her, a proud grin lining her face. "Always ready, My Diamond," she rumbled.

"Good because..." Pink's widened at the sound of an engine and she grabbed Jasper by the waist, dragging her into the palanquin. "She's here!"

She shut the curtain and placed her hands regally in her lap. She looked around. "It...it's been a while since I've seen the inside of this thing. I didn't get much of a chance to even be inside it."

Jasper, despite the potential to be seen as disrespectful, leaned over and placed a hand on her Diamond's side. Her own gaze seemed glossy, reliving the unfortunate moment that changed her life. "My Diamond... You... You still look perfect."

The Diamond gave a proud little wiggle. "I know." She giggled and leaned down, brushing her fingers through the gem's hair. "Now....be silent."

Steven stood up tall when the blue palanquin descended. He tried not to sweat, reliving the last memory he had being in this place. Well if Blue tried to nab him....surely Pink would stop her. “She's...really big.” He almost forgot how big the robed figure was. Now that he saw her, he realized Pink was just a little shorter then her. That made sense, he supposed, since she was the youngest.

Kay, look the part! He stood up straight, mouth firm as a gem guard's would be.

Blue Diamond's cloaked figure approached the palanquin as she had before. The tears dripped from the unseen face as she came closer, avoided deftly by her Pearl behind her. "Oh, my dear sister..."

A pause.

She reached up and yanked her cloak down, her long, mournful face staring numbly down at the human in front of Pink Diamond's former throne. Her watery eyes squinted at his own tear-ridden face."... Humans seem to keep appearing here. Pearl? Didn't you create a new sign?"

The sweet figure appeared. "Yes, My Diamond."

"It did not seem to work."

"My apologies, My Diamond. I will add a very threatening exclamation mark next time. It will keep them at bay."

Steven stared. "Uhhhhh...." Really....big....woman.

The last time Steven had seen a gem so big, right in front of him was Malachite and...well, that hadn't ended well. He froze for a moment, not sure if it was sweat or tears that started down his face. Then, he bowed. "Hello, your high....Diamond....ness?"

The sorrow-laden face blinked slowly at his words. "Even though you are a human, I will hope that you understand this." A large hand reached out and brushed him aside, away from the palanquin's throne. "Leave me."

"Oh but I can't! You see, I'm a guard. A servant. Her servant." He could hardly keep the smile off his face, even if Blue's tears were blinding him. "But as her servant, I can see if she's accepting visitors." He bowed graciously to the opening of the palanquin and then with a pained wince, tried to form the Diamond salute. "My Diamond, I think...you have a certain giant woman sister who looooooves you who wants to see you?"

Pink snorted a loud giggle out of her hands, both from Steven's hilarious wording and the situation itself.

Blue's form froze, on her knees before the throne. Her eyes grew spacious, voice a whisper that trembled at the sound. "W-Who is that?"

Another soft giggle and the curtain was whisked away, Pink's smile beaming through tears as she brushed back her hair sheepishly."...The annoying little brat? Oh wait, that's Yellow's name for me..."

The Diamond was frozen. Her hand was in mid-wipe on her eyes, which failed miserably to stop the flow of tears that billowed down her cheeks.

"Wh..."

A hoarse sound. She seemed incapable of blinking.

"M..."

Blue Diamond's arm slowly fell to her side. She stared at the pink figure whose grin turned nervously in front of her from the prolonged silence. She took in a shaky breath.

... Which exploded out of her in a long, unceremoniously wheezy wail, her eyes crinkled up and overflowing with water. "P-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-IIIIIII-EH-HE-HE-HEEEEEEEEE-NK!"

"Oh jeez!" Steven stumbled back, hand overs his ears. "Steven can't hear now either!"

Even Pink jumped from the shrill sound that just rang through her head and she laughed through tears that started down her face. "Oh right, that's where I got my emotions from." Certainly not Yellow, who she wasn't sure if she even ever saw cry. She gave a laughing sob as she cupped Blue's face. "I can't even see...your eyes through all those tears!"

The giant blue gem was incapable of speaking as she sobbed. Her hands reached all over the face blindly, feeling the details that she never thought she'd know again. Fingers buried in the soft pink locks, trailed down her shoulders where she suddenly crushed the other to her chest.

Pink heaved out a pained breath that turned to soft sobbing, as it always did when she was in one of her sister's arms. She really had no idea how long she had been gone, trapped in a stasis state incapable of knowing anything through death. But as Steven connected with her shards she had slowly gained sentience back, and awareness.

But time still escaped her.

"Blue..."she sobbed into her. "Blue..." Because even if she didn't know much, she remembered seeing one of her own creations lunge towards her before it all ended.

Glassy blue eyes shimmered as they finally peeked open. Her hand frantically smoothed her sister's hair back with each sob. "I... m... missed... you... s-so-o-o-o... much!"

Jasper stood beside Steven, arms crossed as she watched the two Diamonds sob. She smiled at the reunion, but tilted her head down as she felt her hair tugged on."Steven!" she growled. "Stop using my hair to wipe away your tears!"

"But I can't even see the beautiful sister hug!" Steven wailed, futilely wiping his eyes.

Pink cupped her sister's face in her hands and bumped her forehead against hers. "I-I..." She wiped her eyes with a pained laugh. "I didn't think anyone would miss me this much."

The large pink woman was suddenly thrashed around in a wild shake. "Of course I missed you!" Blue Diamond shrieked. Jasper's helmet was on, but a hand on her side from Steven kept her at bay as she grumbled.

Pink blinked dizzily as she was rocked back and forth and smiled as she tightened her arms around her. "Well..." She choked out a laugh. "I mean, I guess it makes sense that you miss me." It wasn't that she figured Yellow wouldn't but....surely she'd have gotten over her by now. She never really wanted her around much in the first place.

"We all missed you!" Blue Diamond wailed. Her tears had lessened slightly. "H-Homeworld has never been the s-same! We haven't been! D-Don't even get me started on your colony..."

--

"My eyes hurt..." Steven mumbled, reclined over Jasper's lap. His lids had almost swollen shut.

"Get used to it. Blue Diamond was always the waterworks of Homeworld," Jasper mumbled. It had been a long, loud, unproductive hour. "That's why she made Lapis Lazulis. So they can control the rivers of tears she spilled."

"I...I guess I never thought anything happening to me would impact you all so much." Pink laughed as she tried to hold back her tears. "Wh-what did I do except get into trouble and annoy you and Yellow and constantly get locked out of your rooms be-because I'm so bothersome?"

Blue Diamond's tears finally stopped as she blinked, her mouth hung open in disbelief. "We're sisters!" The shaking resumed. "We're supposed to do that to each other!"

Pink looked slightly doubtful. "W...well...you and Yellow didn't seem to do that much to each other." She paused, her eyes widened. "Yellow. H-how is she?" She looked around, only now realizing that these distant structures, these forests....she had never seen them. "How long have I even been gone? 100 years or something??"

Blue Diamond's hand shot to her face as the tears started up again. The other hand reached out and rested delicately on Pink's shoulder.

"You... You've been gone for 6,000 years, m-my sister..."

"6,000...." Her voice trailed off into a breathy whisper as her knees gave out and she fell to them. Her eyes were frozen wide as she gripped her hair, shaking her head.

It couldn't...be true. It couldn't be that long. This earth, these structures, this new land....It had all been developed over 6000 years? Her palanquin had been there this whole time? Jasper had been waiting for her all these years? Her colony...her sisters....

Her sisters...

"Blue!" She gripped her hand tightly, voice a mere croak at the earth shattering revelation. "6,000 years? Blue--home! We need to go home! Yellow...Yellow!"

"Of course!" Blue Diamond grasped her hand back and lifted her arm to summon her ship, which zoomed down. She desperately tugged her to the entrance. "She will be amazed! I can't believe it! Our youngest Diamond is back! I don't even know how she'll take this! I haven't seen her cry since... well... you were shattered."

"...Cried?" That was something she had never seen before.

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