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Psssst....Hey y’all......Bonus Chapter ;)

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Chapter 6 ~ Preparations

The next few days for Connie were just studying gem royal history and the strict rules to follow. In her off time, the library became her sanctuary of sorts. There she could read and get lost in her daydreams. From time to time she helped her newly found gem friends with their work around the castle. It was slightly surprising to find a kitchen full of, as normal as one could expect, human food and nourishment necessary for survival.

Lapis explained that part of it was making sure the humans in the zoo wouldn't starve to death. Mainly, however, it was used for Steven's purposes. Though part gem, he needed his nutrients for his human half sometimes. Even some of the gems shape-shifted their forms similar to humans to experience the pleasure of digesting food...and other things. Some actually found enjoyment in it, making it a hobby of sorts from time to time. It was quite bizarre for her to process.

Not that she truly cared where he was or what he was doing (other than the fact of the deal to not harm anyone, so long as she kept her end of the deal). Mostly work consisting of plans for earth's demise and keeping to himself(Pearl informed her upon asking since she technically hasn't seen him since before her studies began). Her heart sank every time she thought about what she agreed too. Her future to live in this horrid place and be his bride.... Though unfathomable to grasp, it wasn't like she could go back on the deal. It was her life or all of humanities on the line. No matter what she thought, she would end up losing. At least humanity will have diplomatic immunity from being destroyed. How could she turn her back on them? It wasn't like her life was worth saving aynways....

One day before the first meeting with the Diamonds to talk about earth. Connie decided to ease her worries by relaxing in the library during her break. However with the situation at hand it was hard for her to concentrate on anything else. A loud clashing sound soon interrupted her thoughts. Looking up she walked towards an open window to where the sound resonated from down below. A purple gem, though a bit shorter than the others and Pearl dueling with swords is what she had only begun to witness. Peaking her interest she sat on the windowsill to watch. The idea of them sword fighting, even though they have magic, puzzled her. And though she was on the second level, she could hear the conversing during their battle.

"Come on Pearl don't hold back! I am a gem solder for Mr. I-am-no-Diamond himself, I can handle you!" The purple gem with silver hair tied up in a ponytail shouted. Just barely dodging her attack, though she missed an opportunity to take down Pearl when the opportunity was wide open. Making Connie wonder if Pearl left herself open to attack on purpose.

"Amethyst, your footwork is still sloppy and you have no coordination! Being random can't be you're only plan of attack, sooner of later you'll need a battle strategy." Pearl moved with such precision and elegance, it was mesmerizing to watch. In just a few quick motions and effortless dodges, she pinned down Amethyst with her sword pointing towards her throat. They stood in silence until Amethyst pushed her away and stood up. Walking away in anger and grumbling under her breathe. The intense staring from before said a lot between them.

However Connie couldn't pull away from the scene replaying in her mind. Looking down at her own hands she thought about her current situation. Having a few good fighting skills could be useful, certainly she couldn't hope to have someone there to hide behind. Even back on earth she felt uncomfortable going outside to take out the trash at night. Though pepper spray in hand is nice and knowing she could run for long distances was good, but now it wasn't enough. Especially in a place where she was beyond out of her element.

That evening, while she prepping for tomorrow's important meeting, Pearl knocked and entered the room. Slightly pleased to see her studying and memorizing all the information given. Shaking her head, Pearl cleared her throat and maintained her composure.

"Steven, has requested your presence in the dining hall for supper this evening." It was quite shocking to say the least, and a tad nerve wracking since the last time she saw him was when he took care of her headache. It was odd. One minute he was a tyrant, the next caring and then back to being cruel. Just that alone wasn't making sense and made her head spin just thinking about it.

"Why me? Why now?" She asked standing up from the vanity chair and mirror. Pearl only shrugged slightly whilst shaking her head.

"It's difficult to understand him and for now, better not to question so." Her statement made less sense about the whole situation. Still she had a point. Connie gulped remembering the deal with him. If she were to step out of line then more lives would be taken, their blood on her hands as well as his. Without another word she followed Pearl to the dining hall. Her light green dress' skirt swaying slightly with every step she took. Stepping through the doors, she instantly felt the intensity in the air. There he was with his back facing them. He was lost in deep thought until he sensed there presence. Lifting his head up slightly he felt the warmth of her presence as it surrounded the entire room.

"As requested, Steven." Pearl spoke with her hands behind her, back straight. It reminded Connie of the way solders on earth would stand when called to at the word 'attention'. Her thoughts soon returned to the man standing before her as white butterflies swirled around her mind.

"Good, now please leave us alone." The words hit Connie like a fist punching her gut. What was about to come made her uneasy. Both herself and Pearl looked at one another, Connie's eyes pleading for her not to leave, or at least not be very far. While Pearl's gaze was calm as if to say she was alright. Leaving the room with a gentle sound of the huge double doors shutting close. Connie stayed in place not knowing what to do.

"M-My Diamond" her voice squeaked(which she hated) whilst saluting and bowing slightly. A deep chuckle soon turned into a roaring laugh. the sound surprised her enough to jump a tad a the outburst. Steven breathed in deeply to stop himself as he placed a hand over his chest.

"The Diamonds are not around. You may address me as Steven, in fact I insist upon it." Slowly but surely Steven turned his attention towards her. His gaze a tad less intimidating than before. Stepping closer till he was two feet away. Extending his leather black gloved hand. "Come" Hesitantly she raised her's, trying hard to hide her trembling and failing at the same time. Her gaze held into his outstretched hand until the soft and gentle tone of his next word surprised and compelled her. "Please" instinctively their eyes' matched one another's, only this time his was less intimidating and more inviting; Her's still confusing as ever.

Finally she accepted, feeling his grip wrap around hers as he lead them both towards the table. Decorated in candelabras, and a vast array of fancy food. The scent intoxicating as she felt her hunger grow. He lead her towards the chair in a corner position right next to the head seat, which she assumed was his. Once they both sat down, Steven gestured for her to dine on the food set before her. After a long moment she began eating, it was her first official meal since arriving on the planet. Not feeling really hungry other than a few scraps she found from the kitchen. With her predicament, no one could really blame her for not wanting to eat.

Steven watched her as they ate in silence, her hair had fallen to the side of her face that sort of hid her from him. It was surprising, knowing himself. He basked in her natural beauty for a moment. Causing him to slow down and almost stop eating himself. But he was part Diamond, long periods without food was normal for him. However she needed to eat, and he needed to make sure she had the strength to deal with the Diamonds. On instinct he reached out brushed away her hair tucked behind her ear gently. Feeling her jump at his sudden touch.

"Are you afraid of me?" He asked watching her look upon him since they sat down.

"I'd be a fool not to be." Her reply was honest without having to say the actual word yes. "If I may" Connie began "Why don't you use other titles?" She waited till he gave a slight nod for her to continue. The look on his face puzzling as his right brow slightly raised up. "You've made it clear you don't like being called-... well you know." Carefully avoiding the phrase as best she could. "But why not any other formal titles?"

"I would rather have others address me without hiding behind formalities. Especially if one chooses to defy me, I want to hear them say my name." It was almost like he didn't want to be mistaken for anyone else other than himself. "I'm sure you have more questions... I suggest you choose your next one a bit wisely." Connie gulped and nodded her head. Her next said question was one that she had since Pearl informed her of this situation right before. Wanting to know why he needed to see her. Putting her fork down on her plate and her hands folded together on her lap. Focusing all her attention on him.

"There must be a reason you wanted me here."

"You must regain your strength. I cannot allow you to falter from lack of nourishment in front of the Diamonds tomorrow evening. Besides the complete humiliation, you won't be able to hold up your end of the deal." Steven spoke whilst grabbing a glass full of red wine, taking a sip.

"And why do you care?" Her voice low and full of annoyance. "I would suffer the most, yes, but I don't see how this affects you."

"There is not enjoyment if all I can do is easily win, I prefer a challenge after all. Besides you are to be a apart of my royal court. Whatever happens to you doesn't reflect well on me." He paused for a moment smirking "Not that it matters to me personally." He chuckled slightly as she gazed downwards yet again. It was simple, she was a pawn in his sick, twisted games and nothing more. It pained her heart deeply though she couldn't understand why. "Don't fret my dear, I am only wanting to make sure you're alright."

Once more taking her hand in his, bringing it to his lips as he placed a gentle kiss, careful in not wanting his mask to touch her. Looking back towards him, his eyes watched hers the entire time. Setting his hand down while not letting go of hers, caressing the back of her hand with his thumb. The sensation oddly calmed her, yet making her inhale inwardly.

His eyes now held a depth she never saw before; it was calm, inviting, and intense in a way that she didn't shake with fear. Steven gazed into her eyes, almost getting lost in them himself. 'Snap out of it!' his inner voice shouted before he blinked and soon let go, clearing his throat slightly before instantly regaining his composure.

"Tomorrow you will accompany myself and Pearl to meet with the Diamonds to discuss matters about earth. Are you fully prepared?" Connie nodded slowly still coming out of the brief moment that had just occurred.

"Yes, Steven, I am prepared." The next day was going to be intense for her, the cruelest thing he could've done was not say anything more than what he already warned her about. She would soon see the depth of how truly horrid they were.

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The following day, Lapis spent the hours preceding the upcoming Diamond meeting getting Connie to look presentable. A long soak in the bath making sure her skin was clean, light amount of makeup, hair done in braid adorned with jewels and a few curled locks that framed her face. And an outfit that the material it was made from was almost uncomfortable to move in. The corset underneath was no help.

The color a deep blood red dress, off the shoulders with long sleeves coming to a point against the back of her hand. The outer regal layer of the sleeves almost touched the ground. The neckline a cross between a low swoop and a sweetheart design. Both front and back. The belt had a Diamond design, and golden, all over it as it wrapped around her lower waist; while it tied to one spot and letting it drop all down her skirt towards the floor. The skirt itself gave her maneuver to walk around effortlessly but the length(hemline on the neckline and bottom skirt were black) was almost impossible to ignore. Her shoes resembled ballet flats as the color scheme matched her dress.

Though attending as nothing more than a servant, she was still supposed to look presentable. She was about to meet the Diamonds in person. Lapis could sense her nerves as she placed a black laced choker with A red pendant in the middle and three red diamond shaped jewels dangling in the front.

"You look beautiful, Connie." Lapis stated with a smile looking at their reflections in the mirror. Connie weakly smiled back weakly, trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach. Though she had every rule and etiquette mesmerized by heart backwards and forwards, it was hard to stop from her heart beating wildly.

"Lapis is right!" a voice which belonged to a certain Peridot exclaimed as she and Bismuth entered the room. A box wrapped in a bow in hand. Connie smile widened as they handed it to her.

"We wanted to give this to you before you headed out." Bismuth said with a proud gleam in her eyes. Connie adjusting her grip began to unwrap the bow.

"Oh you don't need to do that. It's just a box lid made too look like it's been carefully wrapped." Peridot said before getting elbowed in the gut by a glaring rainbow haired gem. "Ow-Hey! She would've found out anyway!" Connie began to laugh and the rest of them followed in suit. Opening the box she gasped and was surprised to see an almost mystical like journal, quill pen and ink. It wasn't advanced compared to gem tech. But for Connie it was perfect.

"We all thought it would be nice for you to have something more...traditional. At least for when you have free time." Bismuth explained as Peridot went into telling her how they made it and where the quill feather came from, and not to get her even started on how long the ink took to make. Which earned another elbow in the gut. It brought tears to her eye briefly before blinking them away.

"Thank you, I am truly lucky to have friends like you. I hope one day I can return you're kindness."

"We'll just say you owe us one." And that statement earning a third punch in the gut.

Pearl came to fetch her soon after. Herself dressed a tad more formal than usual with her cape flaring in a more Diamond shape. Bringing Connie to the launch pad where they we're greeted by Steven, dressed in a black suit with a red shirt underneath, his blood stained black cloak with a gold chain attached this time and more leather like black gloves. A dark pinkish red cravat accentuated his jacket and his silver mask a bit more polished than normal.

Upon seeing Connie, his eyes widened. The dress she was wearing revealed how beautiful she truly was. As she entered the room, nobody could tell she was a few days ago just carrying herself like an earthling. Revealing the true young woman, kept hidden from even himself, she now presented herself like a gem. Perfect and radiant. In his eyes rivaling even the elegance of the Diamonds themselves. Closing his eyes briefly, maintaining himself yet again.

"There is no turning back, from now on you are a member of my court. Temporary or not, do you understand my dear?" Connie nodded mentally preparing herself for what was ahead.

"Yes" Soon they were on the warp pad ready to transport to the grand Diamond palace. Steven held out his arm towards a slightly confused Connie.

"Unless you want to arrive at the grand entrance landing flat on your face, I would suggest you hold on tight." She complied without hesitation. Once he felt her tight grip, he looked at Pearl with a nod as they were ready. In a flash of light and the feeling of being elevated off the ground they were off and within moments, stood before a grand Palace. Had it not been for his insistence, she would be laying on the ground in pain. Connie breathed in sharply for a moment, gasping at it's exquisite beauty that captured her eyes. Then remembering where she was brushed herself off and tried to maintain a regal state.

“I suggest you be a bit more careful next time." He spoke coldly.

As they began walking, Connie noticed Steven still had her arm tightly around his, with no intention of letting her go anytime soon.

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A Bewildered Emotion - Neville x Slytherin - request

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slythxr said: Is there anyway you can do a Neville x slytherin!reader? Just bunch of fluff, maybe them going public with their relationship and it surprises everyone because of how tough she is?

I know this has been a request sitting a while in my inbox - Sorry about just getting to it now. In order to add more story - I changed the prompt slightly - hope that was okay. Hope you like it and thanks for reading.

special thanks to @redhairedoddity for help with some plot points.

warnings: slight cursing word count: 1890

“Shit”, she thought.

Malfoy was walking down the center of the Great Hall with his usual pals in crime following close behind him. And since the five years it had been since the Sorting Hat had yelled “Slytherin!” as it sat on her head - she had felt alone.

She never felt like she truly belonged in that house. Was there a dark side to her? Yes. But that was something to be expected with her family heritage and how her parents were as people. And it wasn’t that she was an incapable witch either - she was very good with spells and potions in the like. But there had always been something to Y/N that made her cross toes with other Slytherins. And it was something that wasn’t often said but showed within her house.

She wasn’t a Pureblood. And that for a house and year with someone like Lucius Malfoy’s son meant something more dire than what she had hoped since her first day at Hogwarts.

Through the years - she was able to keep to herself when she needed to. However, for the first year - that meant people in her house thought that she was week. However, when it came to have a duel in Defense Against the Dark Arts battling Pansy Parkinson - it was clear that Y/N wasn’t one to trifle with. It meant that people stayed clear of her and she stayed clear of them.

Yet, someone like Malfoy couldn’t help themselves. Anything that was out of place for him - was something that Malfoy couldn’t understand. And knowing that a partial Muggle-born was in his house - and somehow thriving throughout school - deemed Y/N a target.

What Malfoy didn’t know - was that Y/N didn’t go unnoticed to everyone. While she was good at sitting alone, turning pages in books and dulling out the noise surrounding her - she had caught someone’s eye as well as attention.

Neville Longbottom noticed Y/N the second he picked up his toad Trevor from the floor that first night before being sorted. He turned around with Trevor in hand, still a little fearful of Mcgonagall’s slight annoyance of him but saw kindness behind Y/N’s eyes. She looked down to Trevor and slightly tapped his head as a small pat. Y/N had an sincerity when it came to things smaller than her. And something in her nature was always drawn to creatures that looked something different than a typical attribution like a puppy. Trevor’s careful croak in excitement made her give a little smile until Mcgonagall announced to follow to the Great Hall. And Neville then lost sight of her in the crowd of other first years excited to see where their future’s laid.

When her name was called, Neville held a breath. As he was no longer just nervous for himself - on whether he would be a Hufflepuff, something he had anticipated with his timid nature - or finding another house as his home.

“Slytherin!”.

Neville had a look of confusion on his face as he watched her sit down with Slytherin’s clapping for her arrival. Y/N tried to take the Sorting Hat’s decision as something that she trust in the moment. That was however the only moment that she ever felt welcomed and accepted by her house.

The memory replayed in Neville’s head as he watched her swirl her spoon in her drink with her finger floating above as she turned another page. It was second nature to her to have something near her to use her magic to fidget with - and sometimes went even unbeknownst to her.

It was when Malfoy’s laugh caught her attention that she was reeling to leave and make her way to the Girls dormitory. And unfortunately then is when she caught Malfoy’s eye.

“Shit”, she thought.

“Well if it isn’t our house’s resident Mudblood...”. Y/N cringed while Malfoy snickered as Crabbe and Goyle chuckled. Malfoy pushed Y/N’s shoulder slightly down as he sat next to her and his goons across.

Across the Great Hall, Neville’s blood slowly began to bubble - the thing was, so did Y/N’s.

“How’s that old side of your Mum’s? Do they even know what something like Mandrake root is?”.

Y/N sat there quietly - hoping that someone or something else would catch Malfoy’s attention.

“I’ll bet you that Y/N’s Muggle side here doesn’t even know what real magic is. They probably think it’s more like something from those Muggle stories they hear growing up. That we all have boyles and great big noses...not that I can say much for Y/N’s looks here”. Roaring of laughter ensued as Malfoy laid in more. “So what do you do on your holiday’s then? Give them a small magic show? Pull your stupid owl out of your hat? I’ll assume that’s what your filthy mother thinks that’s what you’re learning here...”.

And that was it. That was the final straw for Y/N. With a slight shift of her wrist silverware nearby began to float around Malfoy. And feared as he was, it wasn’t until the cutlery disappeared that he began to calm down. It wasn’t so much of a shock that Dumbledore had put spells in place of something like a threat in the Great Hall on the silverware just in case of Houses getting into fights over something like Quidditch games. However, with Malfoy’s breath of sighing relief - Y/N had her book quickly float in its place - quickly slamming down on Malfoy’s hand that laid on the table before her.

Malfoy let out a screech as he held his crushed wrist - Goyle dragging Mafloy away to the infirmary as Draco cursed her walking away. Making it known that this wasn’t the end of their years long battle.

“That was brilliant”.

Y/N’s rage calmed as she saw the tall but odd Neville before her. Something in his eyes had a glimmer to them. “Must be that Gryffindor glow” - Y/N thought in the moment.

“Yes well, Malfoy isn’t exactly one I should stand up to like that. Merlin knows he’s just going to get me back sooner rather than later...”. Y/N departed her eyes from Neville as she began to gather her things.

“Malfoy deserves more than a broken hand...”, Neville slightly muttered.

Y/N gave a small chuckle, “yes well, unfortunately I don’t want to be expelled from her so it was probably best that I restrained myself...or that the cutlery was charmed...”.

Neville gave a laugh now and without invitation, sat opposite of her. “You should stay. No reason to leave now...”. His response seemed a little timid.

Y/N glanced up to his eyes again. “Why are you sitting down?”.

Neville looked confused to her question and with a silent response - Y/N continued.

“You realize your sitting in an area that has more Slytherin’s in it”.

“I don’t think that should matter”.

“It matters to them”.

“But not to you?”, Neville became curious.

Y/N shrugged. “I’m more confused on why a Gryffindor like you would want to sit by me”.

“What do you mean ‘like you’?”.

“Quiet as you maybe Longbottom - but your name still has entitlement and a magical history behind it. Some of us aren’t so lucky”. Y/N looked down as the words that Malfoy had said repeated in her mind.

“Nonsense”.

“It isn’t nonsense to the likes of someone like me...”. Now Y/N’s response was timid.

“It shouldn’t matter. You are way more brilliant that I am at this sort of thing. It comes very natural to you - I’ve seen you in classes”. Somehow Nevile had surprised himself with boasting Y/N’s talents.

“Yes well, in the likes of my house, a name means more”.

“I never understood that...not that I understand my own”.

“...you’re own what?”.

“Our sortings. I mean, I was afraid that day. I was sure I was going to be a Hufflepuff. I don’t like confrontation...I keep to myself...and well I see myself as kind”.

“You are kind”. Quiet as Y/N’s voice was, Neville heard the compliment and smiled.

“I didn’t understand yours either though. I mean your much more gentle than the typical Slytherin...”.

“Gentle? Is that supposed to be an insult or a compliment?”. Y/N became a little defensive.

“No no no...”, Neville quickly backtracked. “You just have a kind nature is all. I mean your like me in away. We keep out of others that like to shine brighter. It doesn’t mean we don’t - we just have our own way of doing it”.

Y/N sat there processing Neville’s response.

“There’s a darkness”.

“...darkness?”.

“In me I mean. I knew it was there for sure that day we got sorted. Knew that’s why I was in Slytherin. I’m too impulsive - not that I’m not pushed to that point like with Malfoy. But you saw me. I was ready to use butter knives against him. It was better that they were charmed...I wouldn’t have cared to hurt him more than I did. That’s the difference.” Y/N gave a breath. “You have courage behind your actions, ones that don’t cause harm if they don’t need to. That’s why you got sorted into Gryffindor. Me - thoughts linger when they shouldn’t. And not just about Malfoy...but everything. My family, what happens after Hogwarts...me”.

“What thoughts do you have about yourself? Because you obviously don’t see the good in yourself. You have a kindness. And maybe it needs adjusting. A temperament...huh”.

“What?”.

“Maybe that’s why it sorted you here. And me in Gryffindor for that matter. To use those that we have in our houses to make ourselves better. To see the positives and possibilities we have in ourselves”.

Y/N’s thoughts lingered on Neville’s words for a bit. “I hope you’re right”.

“Well then. I have an idea”. Neville was being gusty now he thought.

“You’ve peaked my interest”, Y/N laid her things on the table as now she was gaining a different respect for the teenager in front of her.

“We take the things we should learn and use them on each other. We seem to see each other in different lights than we see ourselves. So...”.

“So...what?”.

“Would you like to go to Honeydukes sometime? Maybe help me find that toughness I need and I’ll show you where your kindness lies”.

Y/N sat there stunned. She was quite certain Neville Longbottom - a Gryffindor at that matter - had just asked her out. She wasn’t sure what to say. For a moment she almost did say something, but took her breath back with a pause of her finger in front of herself. “I...”, Y/N quietly looked around, making sure this wasn’t another joke - but no one really seemed invested in their conversation. “Okay”.

Without knowledge to Y/N, Neville was trying to conceal his sweat in the moments that Y/N gave his query thought. He had finally gave in to feelings that had long lingered in his mind since he first saw Y/N. Maybe there was more courage in him than he thought.

“Saturday then?”. Somehow Neville managed to come off a bit coy in the moment.

“...yes. Um...I would like that”.

And with that a spark of something different headed the ways of tradition in Hogwarts. A Slytherin and a Gryffindor - bringing the best out in each other.

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