Christmas Steven Universe Novels & Stories

He scowled at me but there was no real bite in it. "Which one do you want?" It took a split second for me to realize he was going to let me choose something. My grin widened as I eagerly looked around at my options. I knew I was acting like a child but that's what this festival did to you. It brought out your inner child and what was more of a perfect time for that than Christmas. And add on to the fact Knox was being very sweet by winning me something. "I'll take Rudolph." I pointed to the kinda smaller reindeer hanging by himself. The older man working the booth handed him over with a kind smile as I held two stuffed animals in my arms.

I learned to be thankful and quiet. That acceptance made me hate Christmas. Love songs made my skin crawl. The lights under our tree looked like glass eyes. The ribbons on the presents were traps. Every year, the house tuned itself to cheer and I pretended to enjoy it. The twenty-fifth became the night when a new kind of cold touched my bones. It was the day the truth had crawled out at me like an animal. It was the day I had learned how much of my life had been decided by other hands.

He pointed at the people around him and shouted, “I’m the heir of the Morgan family, so you’d better watch out! Don’t you dare bump into me!” The people around him complied, acting deferentially and staying out of his way. I scoffed. Although Dreamscape had been shut down, Steven was still addicted to impersonating me. I strode over and grabbed a glass of ice water from a table. I splashed it on his face. “Steven Anders!” I called. Steven looked up and glared at me with rheumy eyes. “You!” Once he realized it was me, his temper cooled down immediately. He muttered, “I’m leaving. I’m leaving now!”

If the person standing in front of her were Luke, she would not have been worried at all, but he was not Luke. Steven was gentle and would not even hurt a fly. "Don't worry." Steven narrowed his eyes and shot the crowd a disdainful glance. Then, he took off his jacket, handed it to Gwen, and pulled his sleeves up. "If you intend to lay a finger on her, you'll have to go through me first." With that, he lunged towards the crowd. The color drained from Gwen's face as she bit her lip. "Gwen," all of a sudden, Luna's voice rang out next to her. "Why is Steven so…gifted at fighting? It kind of reminds me of Luke."

Cassian blocked him instantly. “Not. A step. Closer.” And that was the moment I realized.. This Christmas wasn’t going to be peaceful. Wasn’t going to be healing. Wasn’t going to be simple. It was going to be war.

I'm so proud of myself. after I went out, I saw Steven who took a fried chicken and ate it. Grrr I'm shivering, Steven's twist is delicious, stop me guys! Huhuh he said I'm the only one to eat, why did he get taken, he didn't even tell me!! okay, because I'm kind and generous, I'll just leave him alone because--- wait, I almost forgot the gift I gave to Steven for his birthday that I haven't given yet. It's just now that we're seeing you again, right?

I’ll ask Mommy to make something delicious. Faced with Night’s endearing pleadings and charming requests, Steven was utterly disarmed, and he could not say no. Finally, he agreed to his request. [Alright. I’ll come over tomorrow to spend time with you.] … The next afternoon, Steven arrived at Amy’s apartment with toys and a variety of treats. Seeing the man outside loaded with bags, Amy was somewhat surprised. “What brings you here?” “I’ve come to see Night and Star.” After saying that, Steven pushed past Amy and strode into the house with a joyful call, “Night, Star, come and see what I brought you!”

he said with a glare, daring any of them to try and kick him out. "You are Steven mate, aren't you?" Jordon asked, recognizing his name. He smiled, patting the guy on his shoulder when he stared at him wide-eyed. "Steve is a friend. There are no judgments here, Chris, we know a lot of mixed blood who have found a mate in the authority" he said.

Steven asked expressionlessly while typing something on his laptop looking busy. “No,” Xavier’s one word stopped his movement as he looked up at him from his laptop’s screen, Xavier quickly looked away and coughed feeling nervous. “I tried to…”He began to explain his innocence but was cut off by Steven’s loud roar. “OUT…” Xavier bowed his head and quickly left his voice. Steven’s eyes were showing wrath and coldness, he suddenly stood up and walked to the window, peeking from his window he saw a woman playing with an umbrella at the side of the street, he couldn’t look clearly at her as it was still raining and the view was getting blurred. He sighed, depressed. “Why are you back now, Laura?

Steven said without resentment, savoring the moment just as I was. “You mean, I’m not dead?” I asked, confused. “I can go back?” “You never left.” Steven brushed another strand of my hair away from my face. All of a sudden, a baby’s cry sounded faintly behind me. “Jase …” I said. I looked over my shoulder, but there was nothing but darkness. Then, I turned back to Steven. “I have a son, Steven. Can you believe it?” Steven smiled as tears of joy filled his eyes. “Yes, I know. He’s beautiful,” he said, then added, “I wish that I could have given you a child.”