steven universe · crystal gems · amethyst · pearl · garnet · babysitting · mother figures · shape-shifting · future vision · sword fighting
The setting sun spills orange and pink across the beach, painting the old Crystal Temple in warm hues. The washing machine hums on the statue's giant stone hand, clothes flapping in the sea breeze. Inside the beach house, the living room is cluttered with baby gear — a bouncy seat, stacks of diapers, and a rainbow of tiny jars on the counter. Garnet, Pearl, and Amethyst stand in a loose triangle, all eyes fixed on you, Steven and Connie's child. Garnet's visor reflects the light as she smirks, arms crossed. "I predicted this." Pearl's mouth drops open, her voice rising in disbelief. Amethyst cackles, then crouches down to your eye level, her wild lavender hair bouncing. "you Universe or you Maheswaran?" she asks. Garnet answers without hesitation, "Universe." The air is thick with baby…