Steven Universe Fanfiction

My Pearl

Bonus Chapter: Soft 1

Author's Note: This here is just a few one-shots that I thought I would write as a bonus and also thanks for sticking around for this long; something I plan on doing every 10 chapters. Hope you all enjoy it and see you next chapter.


Encountering Frybo (Frybo)

The day was unusually dark and dreary for Beach City but they supposed that not everything was sun and surf forever. Still, Edward and Patricia take the time to walk along the various businesses of Beach City; hoping to get to know the people and neighbors better and scope out where they might get their supplies and other needs. As they near the Beach City Walk Fries, they come upon a peculiar sight.

"What the hell is that?" Edward deadpans, as he watches some strange man-shaped cup of fries with legs dancing to and fro.

"Oh, it must be the mascot Mr. Fryman was talking about. I must admit, it is rather…" Patricia struggles to find the word.

"Terrifying? Horrendous? Something to be killed with fire?"

"Edward, be nice. Mr. Fryman was very excited about Frybo."

At that moment, the door leading to the fast food's kitchen opens up and said man steps out.

"Oh, hey there! Ah, I see you met Frybo. Isn't he great?" Mr. Fryman asks excitedly, "I tell ya with this little guy, people will be clamoring to eat fries whenever they come to Beach City. Say hello, Frybo!"

The mascot stops dancing and becomes still. Its never-shifting eyes stares at them, unblinking. Eventually, it raises a floppy arm and waves at them.

"Hah! Way to keep in character, Frybo. Keep up the good work," Mr. Fryman praises, the mascot ceases waving and then dances off. As it goes, Mr. Fryman lets out a sigh, "That kid makes me proud."

"One of your kids is in that suit?" Edward asks, surprised.

"Yup! When Peedee asked about what he could do to help around the place more, I couldn't be happier! Ronaldo helps but he's more interested in his blog and all. Of course, Peedee is still young so I can't have him working around the fryers yet so what better place to start than being the heart of the and soul of our establishment, Frybo?"

"Oh, how sweet," Patricia says.

"Yeah," Mr. Fryman agrees as he wipes a fatherly tear from his eye, "Welp, I better get back to work. Say, could I interest you two in any?"

"None for me, thank you. Edward…?" Patricia asks.

"You know, I think I'll try some; must be pretty good if that's your headlining item."

"Best in the area coming right up!" Mr. Fryman says.

But before he could take a single step towards the kitchen, Frybo approaches them holding out a paper food tray of fries to Edward.

"Oh, thanks; didn't know you gave out samples either" Edward says surprised which Mr. Fryman echoes but doesn't push it further. Edward pops a fry into his mouth, "Wow, this is good. You have it down to an art, Mr. Fryman."

"Hah! Another customer for the Fryman family! But thanks, it means a lot," Mr. Fryman replies but then turns to Frybo and pats its shoulder, "You know, maybe giving out samples isn't such a bad idea. You're really onto something there…heck, I'll whip up some more for you to hand out! Uh…maybe not in those food trays; might be a little too much but still! I'm counting on you to get people to eat more fries, Frybo. Keep up the good work; I'm proud of ya, son!"

And with that Mr. Fryman dashes back into the kitchens, the fryers hissing loudly with gusto as he goes about his trade. Edward and Patricia say their farewells to "Peedee," with Patricia planting a gentle kiss to the mascot's forehead. It responds surprisingly in a bashful manner, toeing the ground and twisting its gloved hands before dancing off again with much vigor. Edward and Patricia continue on their walk as the husband enjoys his free fries; occasionally teasing his wife with a fry.


Gift of Flowers (Lars and the Cool Kids)

"What's this?"

Edward was in the midst of a grocery run when he saw them. Floating down upon Beach City were multitudes of pink flowers. Gently catching one by its delicate petal, he observes the glowing pink gem at the flower's center. His eyes dart around the similarly hued sky, looking for some sign.

Failing to find it, he begins to wonder what it all means. A declaration perhaps? But why flowers? Patricia had told him of Rose Quartz's affinity to plants. Looking back at the flower and despite the unnaturalness of a gem-imbued flower, he can't help but admire how pretty they are. Others around him echo the sentiment. Some let them float gently down into cupped hands while others are eager as they snatch them out of the sky. It doesn't…seem harmful if the others are to go by. Maybe…just maybe…there isn't anything to these flowers.

He relaxes somewhat. A thought occurs to him though. Bringing the flower in his hand up to his nose, he sniffs twice. The heady scent suggests that it is freshly bloomed and perhaps it won't wilt any time soon. And again, they are rather pretty…

Some time later…

Patricia is wiping down a table when she hears the chime and the flowery scent of someone entering. How odd, she thinks but pays it no mind.

"Hello, welcome to Tea Dreams, table for…?" But she is interrupted by a kiss to the nape of her neck, causing her to blush and smile, "Oh, hello, dear. You sure took your time getting the groceries; did you get everything on the list?"

"I did. I also got one more thing if you're interested?"

Patricia turns around about to reply but stops. Edward stands before her, his arms laden with the gem-imbued flowers. She giggles though when she notices the steady shaking; seems like Edward can't exactly balance the flowers as well as the groceries.

"Oh Edward, these are lovely. Where did you get them?"

"That, dear heart, is a mystery," He says, chuckling at her confused face, "Honestly, I don't know. They were floating down from the sky and I was curious. But they are lovely and I couldn't help but be reminded of you."

"Flatterer," Patricia playfully swats at him as she takes the flowers and gently deposits them on a table, "Hm, pity they don't have a stem though but I suppose I can improvise."

That night, the desk in their room is topped with a bowl of the flowers. The scent coaxes them into dreams of love as they embrace each other, murmuring sweet nothings to each other dreamily. The following morning, they are saddened to see that the flowers had disappeared but at least they have the memories.


Everyone gets a Car! Kind of… (Onion Trade)

Patricia is out front of the tea shop sweeping when she hears a honk.

"Edward, where on Earth did you get…wait, how can we afford another car!?"

"Well, we can't. That's what makes this all the sweeter."

"Oh my stars, you stole it."

"What!? No! There was a huge pile of them in the middle of the city and I just found the one that was not upside-down or on its side or buried amongst other cars exactly like it. It's a little beat up but nothing a good mechanic can't fix."

"A pile of…doesn't that seem a little suspicious?"

"I suppose but I'm not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Besides, now we have a car each."

"Still…I'm a little worried."

"Relax, love, what could possibly go wrong?"

In a plume of smoke, the car disappears and Edward falls flat on his rear.

"What the!?" Edward panics, looking wildly around. Seeing nothing, he sighs, "Ahhh crap, guess it was too good to be true."

"Well, we still have our car in the U-Stor unit. Besides," Patricia lands a quick peck on Edward's cheek, "I much prefer driving and riding together."


A Blustery Day (Beach Party)

Edward is wiping down the tables outside of the tea shop when a particularly strong gust of wind sweeps up sand onto the tables. He stares at how easily his work is undone but merely attributes it to a freak gust and clears the tables of sand. Another burst of wind and the sand is back. Growling, he clears the tables again. A third time has him muttering darkly to himself. A fourth raises the volume to a rant. It is the fifth time where he loses it completely and falls dramatically to his knees.

"GRAH! CURSE YOU, WIND!" Edward rages, emphasized by a deep boom somewhere off in the distance.

"Edward, what are you doing?" Patricia asks. She wanted to check in on her husband and seeing him on his knees and cursing a natural phenomenon concerned her.

"The wind, dear heart! It mocks me, blowing over my hard work in sand! FIE AND FOLLY UPON THEE, THOU SYLPHEN MISCHIEFS!"

"…Ok, enough of that. It's not that windy out."

"But…!"

"No buts," Patricia interrupts as she clears the tables of sand, "Come on, we've got work to do."

Edward does not follow her immediately but stares out over the tables, waiting. There is the usual gentle sea breeze but other than that, nothing. Trembling with indignation, he wants to curse the winds again but thinks better of it. A sorrowful sigh has him following his wife's footsteps to the tea shop. Once he's inside, a sharp gust acts up and places a tiny grain of sand on one table. He'll never know though.


Date Night with a Twist (Fusion Cuisine)

"Did you enjoy your fruit salad, love?"

"I did, thank you. I should also thank you for eating the salad part. I understand it's healthy for the body but I still prefer fruit if I'm going to digest anything."

"Anything for you. Besides, I could use more vegetables in my life."

Edward and Patricia are on their drive home from their date night. A nice Italian dinner, some fine wine, a moonlit night on a patio framed by ivy however artificial; a wonderful date night as far as they were concerned. The commute may be distant but to see moonlight as it danced off the waters in beautiful shimmering silver and white was a worthy sight to pass the time.

"It's too bad there isn't too much around Beach City," Edward opines, "I mean, sure there's a movie theatre and maybe some other things but it just seems so…basic."

"Maybe," Patricia agrees, "But the point of it all is that we're together enjoying ourselves. And with this gorgeous view, I can't think of a better way to end our night."

"I can think of one thing," Edward says with a saucy waggle of his eyebrows.

"Edward!" Patricia slaps his arm playfully, laughing.

"I didn't hear a no~~."

"Well, I wouldn't be opposed to it," Patricia replies with a grin, "In fact, I was thinking…"

Patricia leans in closely, whispering into Edward's ear. The look of mischief that was on Edward's face becomes blank as he listens. As he continues to do so, it becomes alarmingly red and wide-eyed. The final straw was a teasing lick on the pinna of his ear. Grip tightening, he floors it. Patricia shrieks at the sudden speed but laughs as Edward joins her.

"Oh my stars, Edward!" Patricia breaths, "Really though, calm down. I'd hate for us to get stopped for speeding."

"But…whipped cream?"

Patricia lightly teases him with a kiss on the cheek.

They would have continued if they hadn't started hearing footsteps…giant footsteps. They don't know what to make of it until they pass a bus going the opposite direction and see it: A giant wild-haired six-armed woman wearing a very familiar visor madly charging after the bus.

"STEVE-E-E-N!" She screams as a second set of jaws makes its appearance with a roar.

In the side view mirror, Edward can see the fusion pick up the bus with its lowest pair of hands as it orders Steven and a Connie out of the bus angrily. As the sight of them becomes smaller and smaller, Edward can't help but laugh at the situation while Patricia looks concerned.

"I hope Steven isn't in too much trouble but for them to have fused into something like that makes me wonder…"

"I'm sure the boy is fine," Edward says.

"You're just saying that," Patricia deadpans.

"Yes."

"You're incorrigible."

Edward doesn't say anything, just a cheeky grin.


A Deleted Scene from Chapter 6 AKA Clothes

"Cheeky bird," he rumbles.

Her reply is a feral grin. She slowly undoes the ties of his changshan, kissing and sucking at every bit of exposed skin that is revealed as more ties are undone; he moans as he savors every strong suckle of his skin. With the last tie undone, she whips open his shirt and exposes his lean wiry body. Edward wriggles out from it and tosses the changshan into the closet, mumbling how he'll get it later as he sits up to kiss Patricia once more. Desperate to feel her, he tries to work her dress off. Strangely, it refuses to budge.

"Edward?" she asks as she ends the kiss.

He tugs harder and harder, fully expecting it to rip at any moment but it stays strong. What the hell was her dress made out of? His attempts are cut short when she cups his face between her dainty hands, a mischievous smile on her face.

"Honey, aren't you forgetting something?"

Her teasing question somehow pierces the haze of desire and he slowly comes to a realization why he can't get the damned dress off his wife.

"That's just not fair," he groans.

Patricia only giggles before being enveloped in a light. When it dies down, she is completely naked; only her hair draped delicately over her breasts and her hands preserve her dignity from his view…for now. Edward groans again.

"One of these days, dear wife, I'm going to buy or commission that same dress and I will enjoy ripping it off your body and ravishing you; this I swear."

"Naughty~," she sings, "Seems like such a waste too, just to buy something to destroy it."

"You're ruining the fantasy, woman."

"Ah yes, one of those 'male domination' fantasies Madame Bellamy warned me about."

"…She and I are having words the next time we're in Charm City."

"If you say so, but I think you have something more pressing," she grinds against him, feeling a certain hardness twitching against her as warmth blooms at her core, "to deal with, hm?"

"Again, that's just not fair," he growls as he flips their positions, him now being on top of her with his own long ink-colored hair curtaining their faces, "And I will make you pay for that."

She giggles in response but it is quick to become a moan; something he makes sure to hear again and again until it eventually becomes screams, gasps, and sweet lustful words. They will savor, they will partake, they will enjoy.