Gem egg hell warning!
A gemmed hand pressed to the swell of her stomach, and she found herself smiling at the simple touch. Pearl was worried about the fact she was a fusion and carrying, but she wasn’t worried about it for a second, because she knew things were going to go well. Or at least, hoped so anyways. Most of the futures showed everything going okay from what she could see, but a few of them had things ending badly. She couldn’t go on missions for fear of getting hurt and losing them, either because of too much exertion, injuries, or being split apart, though there were a million different ways she could lose them otherwise. That would devastate her lover, Steven, and Amethyst, and she was going to do her best not to let that happen.
Ao3 here! Mentions of child loss/death and gem egg hell but that’s nothing new!
Three days. It had been three days. Sapphire kept assuring her that things would be fine, but they were supposed to hatch three days ago, and she was starting to fear for the worst. Steven assured her that everything was going to be fine if the blue gem was telling her so, but she wasn’t so sure. The eggs weren’t even moving, and though her scanners were still detecting life, she was doubting that they worked. The geodes were supposed to have hatched by now, and she couldn’t even bring herself to leave their sides.
“So, Peridot, are you going to name them?” Steven’s cheery voice brought her attention to the young boy, and she glanced up from the geodes. She had brought them out of the temple at his request, so he could see them. She hadn’t minded too much, really, though it was a minor inconvenience to move the five tiny young outside. The lamp was reflecting on their shells, still bright and shiny, and the detectors were still showing signs of life. It left her giddy and excited, knowing they still had a chance at least, unless her equipment was malfunctioning, and if it was, there was no way she was going to be able to fix it. Not without the Homeworld tech needed to repair it.
Hints of Pearlmethyst, and mentions of Pearlrose past, and child death. Not as bad as Peridot’s chapter though. Ao3 link.
Lithe fingers dragged through the calm and perfect water, disturbing the peacefulness of the top layer. Underneath the cool exterior, it was moving, pulsing, and pushing towards the edge of the bowl, and the graceful dancer felt, at that moment, just like the water she had perched herself on. Peaceful on the outmost layer, while a swirling storm that was tumbling towards the edge of oblivion before pouring out for a seemingly endless eternity, and finally collecting in a pool of emotions she did her best not to show, but always failed at hiding from a single soul. A beautiful analogy, if she did say so herself, because she was a mess of curling and twisting emotions she couldn’t really control, while trying to stay as calm as possible about it- and of course, always failing- and thinking of that hurt in a way she wasn’t sure how to describe if anyone ever asked her to.
Mandatory ao3 link? Mandatory ao3 link!
A warm hand came to rest on her stomach, and Ruby let out a soft sigh. Her stomach was starting to swell, though not very noticeably so yet. It wouldn’t, not really. It would more than likely stay about the same size as now, unless she was carrying more than she thought and had before. Normally her geode numbers would range from four to five, but that was before meeting Peridot. Some of the previous ones could have been absorbed by her body before she laid them, all but those few who had been laid with no signs of life but a blue tint to their shells that showed they had at least accepted some, and her heart ached to remember them and what they could have been when she knew she couldn’t have helped.
Sitting in the temple with her geodes, Peridot stared at the shells of her young. There was no guarantee that they were going to make it, especially not with how she had landed. They probably wouldn’t, and it’d be all her fault. She should have landed better, but she didn’t, and now… Eight of them were smashed, and the rest were probably too traumatised to hatch. Tears bubbled in her eyes, and she hated it.
>Be Peridot half a revolution later.
You’re setting up the picnic with Lapis when you glance up and notice they’re not at the swings that were ten feet away anymore. You suddenly can’t breathe, because where are they? Have they been kidnapped? Did they run away? Are they hurt? Where are your little lings? Oh, what if they get put in one of those institutions where they abuse young gems and use them until they’re old enough to produce their own gemlings? You’re starting to hyperventilate when you turn to Lapis, unable to catch your breath suddenly.
>Be Jasper at that exact moment.
“Momma! Momma, momma, momma!” A laugh escapes you and you pick up the three revolution old, laughing at her antics. She squeals, kicking and laughing when you pick her up. Every weekend, you find yourself missing the girls, and having to take them to Rose’s so you could lay your youngest ling just made you miss them more, but you know they’ll always be back. They love you more- you like to think so anyways- and you carried them, so the government wouldn’t dare take custody without reason, and Rose doesn’t seem too willing to put them through the horrors of a trial to get them back.
I should just name these LD Part ???, or post it on ao3 at this point, there’s so many more planned. Tentadciks on gems, gems in heat, and exposition on my gem egg hell headcanons.
This kind of calls for a part four at the end, doesn’t it? As if I don’t have enough stories to write. This is going to have parts that will not be for those who hated A Chance, because its almost as bad. If not worse. Sorry! Mentions of miscarriage, gem egg hell, and body horror.
I have another part planned to this, but I’m posting the first half instead of waiting, because it’s overdo as is. Gems in heat, entadicks on gems, and gem egg hell at the very end. Another one that is going to mess with you guys by the end, warning you now. The second half is going to be worse than this.
On Earth, it happened after one and a half revolutions. Sapphire had found that out the hard way on their stay on the planet. Of course, it varied depending on the planet and the gem, but theirs was always routine and in synch, and this planet only made it more so. Staying fused as often as they did meant that it was perfectly in synch. At the moment, she couldn’t have been happier that was true.
This is the introduction to a new AU I’m working on. Feel free to request more to this series, even if they’re off, because it’s not a normal story. Send any requests as follows: >Be Lapis Lazuli, or whatever. I need a name for this at some point…
“Lapis, Turquoise, Variscite, time to get up.” Your eyes flutter, slowly cracking open despite not wanting to get up. You haven’t been sleeping well lately, but haven’t told your mate so. She’d probably let you sleep, if she knew. Why make her worry about you though? Someone shifts, and you feel teeth on your ankle along with a puddle of drool running down the side of your foot. Gross. “Aheheheh. Come on, momma’s little ankle biter. Get up, Momma’s home early.”
As of after this story guys, requests are open again. I have five more to tackle while I’m away, and I’ll try to work on the new ones when I get back. Please don’t call me horrible for this one guys, it was requested to be this way ;o;.
The moment the other started showing, she knew there was too many. Her stomach was too big for her to be that early on. Peridot had insisted she could handle it, but she knew better. She didn’t say it, because the other would argue with her about her abilities when Jasper simply knew that none of them were going to make it. Gems her size didn’t normally carry that may for a reason.
A warm hand pressed gently against the other’s swollen stomach, feeling the round objects inside shifting slightly at her touch. Not much, they were almost ready to be laid, and there wasn’t much room for them to shift. Tears pricked her eyes, and she did her best to blink them away. Peri didn’t need to see her crying right now. However, she felt a detached finger running across her cheek, and she glanced at the other in shock for a moment before relaxing.
Guys, I’m not gonna try to paint this pretty. This is oviposition, gem egg hell, whatever you want to call it. Under the cut.