Beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful angel. . .
“Heh, heh, hey! Steven!” Lars put his arm around Steven from behind and gazed over his shoulder at him. “You goin’ to the party tonight?”
“Uh, probably not,” Steven murmured. “I’m not much of a party guy.”
Lars raised an eyebrow disbelievingly. “What?” he scoffed. “Since when?”
Steven shifted uncomfortably. “I don’t know man.” He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I guess all this stuff with the Diamonds is just weighing me down.”
Lars patted his back sympathetically. “Yo, I get that. But hey, guess who else is going to the party?”
“Who?”
Lars smirked. “Oh, no one special. Just a certain chick named Spinel.”
Steven’s face flushed. “S-Spinel?” he echoed, his eyes brightening.
Lars gave him a knowing look. “You in now?”
Later that night, Steven walked reluctantly into the catacombs where the big celebration was held. The party was to celebrate the peace between humans and gems, though everyone seemed to be treating it like a high school prom. There was a sparkling dancefloor and a DJ booth in the far back to give everyone enough room to dance.
The multi-colored lights flickering across the floor littered the bodies of everyone in the crowd. Since it was somewhat close to Halloween, they had the idea to turn it into a costume party. Steven spotted Connie, who was apparently dressed as a witch and talking with Sadie, who was dressed as a black cat.
Lars looked up from his phone as Steven approached, a mask of some sort on the top of his head.
“ ‘Ey! Look who decided to show up!” They exchanged brief hugs, then pulled away. Lars looked him up and down. “Where’s your costume, man?”
Steven scoffed. “I’m not really excited about dressing up and stuff,” he muttered. “Where’s your costume?”
“Underneath this,” Lars replied, unzipping his black coat, and revealing a black shirt that had white ribs and a spine designed on it.
“A skeleton?”
“Yup.”
Lars’ gaze suddenly flickered to the entrance. His eyes widened and his expression changed to complete amazement.
“Whoa,” he breathed.
Steven tilted his head questioningly. “What?”
In response, Lars pointed behind Steven at the entrance. Turning, he followed his gaze.
Hesitantly stepping into the room, a girl with curly mauve-colored hair walked forward. Her bright magenta eyes gazed around the room with uncertainty, staring almost nervously. Her sleeves were extremely short, no more than several soft see-through spikes that seemed to resemble white flowers. Her small white dress matched her white headband, which had a halo attached to it by a thin metal wire about four inches above her head. Nearly everything she wore was white, from her white flats, to her white scrunchy around her left wrist, to even white face paint with silver glitter that resembled glistening jewels littered across her cheeks and forehead. Attached to her back by small white straps around the bases of her arms were two beautiful white wings that were made entirely out of fake but soft feathers.
Steven’s eyes widened as he stared, speechless. The girl dressed as an angel made her way across the room, glancing around, and suddenly brightened as she caught his eye. She bounded over silently, and Steven could swear the world around him fell muffled and blurry and all he could clearly see or hear was her.
“Steven,” she murmured in a soft voice. “It’s good to see you.”
“Y-you too,” Steven stammered, dazed by the sight of her.
“I heard the Diamonds kept you rather busy,” she commented. “They are quite affectionate.”
Steven raised an eyebrow. “When did you start being so formal?”
She laughed. “I’m teasing, Steven.” She turned to the dancefloor. “Hey, wanna go dance?”
He found himself struggling to say no.
Letting her take him to the dancefloor, Steven silently followed her lead. Around them, everyone was partnering up and dancing, every move reflected by a different pair of dancers. Steven found that they were making their way forward as they danced until they were in the middle of the crowd and everyone danced in circular rows around them, each ring of dancers wearing the same colored clothes.
As he twirled her around and laced his fingers with hers, Steven felt as though he were in a forest, sapphire moonlight decorating the trees as they danced in a small clearing where the moon shone brightly overhead. There was only her in the clearing with him, pressing her back against his chest affectionately until he twirled her again and they stood facing each other, each hand joined.
The music began to ebb all too soon and the dance was over. As everyone around them began breaking up and heading to other parts of the room, Steven gazed warmly at the girl before her.
“I’m guessing Poppy did your hair?”
The girl giggled, dipping her head, and closing her eyes for a moment. “Yeah. It wasn’t easy getting my tangled pigtails down and brushing them out. And I was terrified of the curling iron; I kept thinking the heat would burn my hair off.”
Steven couldn’t hold back the laughter and snorted quietly, chuckling. “If it was so scary why’d you go through with it?”
She bit her lip and hesitated, looking embarrassed and staring at the floor to keep her magenta eyes from meeting his chocolatey brown ones.
“Well. . . I did it for you,” she explained quietly. “I wanted to look nice for you.”
Their faces flushed as she finished. After glancing away, she pressed her lips against his cheek and pulled back quickly, refusing to meet his gaze. A moment later, she stared deeply into his eyes and her expression grew warm and curious. Instinctively, he leaned forward slowly and let his eyes begin to close. As he grew closer, her eyes fluttered shut and her arms wrapped around his neck. Their lips met, burning with passion as they touched. He wrapped an arm around her and used his free hand to lace their fingers together once more.
The kiss was deep and loving, full of joy and calm content. A different kind of happiness surged through Steven, the kind that gave him new energy to take on anything to keep the girl before him safe. After many long, slow moments, they pulled away and gazed into each other’s eyes. At first, they were speechless, dazed by the kiss, but then she spoke up, her eyes glistening.
“I love you, Steven,” she whispered.
Steven grinned at her. “I love you more, Spinel.”
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Author's note:
Okay, yes, I put myself in this story, don't at me on that! >w<
Aaaaanywho, hope you enjoyed this lil' Steven x Spinel fanfic. I'll be making a lot more in the future!
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