Steven Universe Flowers Novels & Stories

The first thought that occurred in his mind as soon as he looked at her. “I will call you if I need anything,” Steven said to him politely before he was able to greet them both. Mr. Xavier nodded respectfully, taking the hint, and then left. Steven walked inside the house and the strong smell of roses filled the atmosphere, Laura who was hiding her face in his chest couldn’t help but turn her face and then looked at the house in awe. “This….”She looked at Steven with a wide smile, Steven then put her down and made her stand between the circle of roses, “Wait.”He went to his room and after a few seconds, he walked out with a little box.

Different from the silver-gold lantern blossoms surrounding them. Smaller. Bright as twilight skies. Seraphine noticed them first. Her hand flew to her mouth instantly. “Starbells,” she whispered. The creator looked over curiously. “What are those?” Seraphine knelt beside the tiny blue flowers carefully. Tears shining in her eyes again. “In the old universe…” She touched the petals gently. “…they only grew where loved ones found each other again.” Silence spread softly across the rooftop. Warm silence. Whole silence.

The cliff is scarred, empty. Deep within the dark, at the heart of the Unraveler’s torment, where the roots have fused with its essence… the tiny aster blooms. Not white. Not silver. Black. A flower of perfect, lightless void. Fed by the Unraveler’s agony. Anchored in its heart. A grotesque, beautiful paradox.

I stared at the ceiling, "I can talk to him for hours about literally nothing and not get bored. His laugh that he doesn't show a lot, it's deep and beautiful and his eyes light up when he's genuinely laughing. He calls me Bloom like it's my real name and it makes me feel special to him because he's the only one who can call me that otherwise it won't feel right. Every time he stands so close to me and I just feel like I'm going to melt. He cares about me so much, he'll hardly let me drive alone and will give me a ride even if I have my car. He always makes sure I get home safe. When he gets bored while I'm trying to tutor him and starts throwing random things like erasers or pillows or chip

His hands were shoved deep into his pockets, physically restraining himself from touching me. "I have run the Apex Bloom for seven years, Lolita," Franco began. His voice was a low, gravelly vibration that sent a familiar, heavy heat curling through my stomach. "It was designed with a singular, unbreakable architecture. A crucible. You throw the elite into the dark, and you let the pressure crush them until only one diamond remains. Every single iteration before this ended the same way: one victor, and a trail of liquidated corpses." He took a step closer. The space between us evaporated. The scent of sandalwood and something distinctly, electrically masculine wrapped around me.

Steven just shook his head and said nothing further. “Knock…knock” The sound of someone knocking came from the door. They both turned to look who it was. Carolyne stood at the door with a bunch of flowers. “Uh… Sorry Sir and Madam… am I intruding?” Carolyne looks nervously at Steven and Rachel. “Of course not darling… Come in… Steven was just about to go and get us coffee.” Steven looked confused over at his wife “I were?” Steven asked puzzled “Yes, you were. Now go…” Rachel said through gritted teeth.

Lydia asked, echoing her sister's earlier comment. “Yeah,” Sean nodded. “You smell like honeysuckle.” “No, that’s not my smell,” Lydia waved him off. “Well, it’s true! Lydia, you smell like that,” Blake added, sniffing her sister. “If I remember correctly, your smell used to be like ice in a…” “White snow,” Lydia completed. How could she smell like honeysuckle? Her wolf was associated with the scents of white snow and bluebells. She sniffed at herself but regretted it; without her wolf, she couldn't smell anything.

It takes three long seconds of blinking around us before I realize what he’s talking about. Because: flowers. Tubs and tubs of flowers, all freshly cut and fragrant. This whole store is an explosion of color, with delicate petals, green leaves, and the scent of damp soil. My heart climbs into my throat as I peer around us, struck dumb by this magical cave. It’s so beautiful in here, and I love flowers. What kind of monster doesn’t? But what on earth is Stefan Rodriguez, hater of all gifts, doing in a florist’s shop? And why am I here, called out on this urgent errand?

"Now they're leaves in the wind, with a touch of humidity... As if they were leaves blown by the winds of a storm that's brewing." "Yours have changed too, they still look like a field of flowers, but this time, the flower that catches my eye the most is almost forgotten... I had to look in my archives and also in my safe... It was very difficult, as I only have a single seed that hasn't bloomed." Ghost replied, approaching me. "The flower is called the Flames of Hephaestus. They say they were created from the sparks of God's hammer when it meets the anvil." I turned my face towards Lycan, curious about the information.

I handed Chloe over, while Lisa continued to watch me with that knowing smile. “Remember what I said,” she teased softly. I sighed, trying to ignore the heat creeping up my face. Then I left the room. My steps were faster than usual, though I wasn’t sure if I was moving toward something… or trying to escape it. Steven rarely showed up unannounced. When I reached the living room entrance, I stopped. For a moment, I couldn’t move. Steven stood there. In his hands was a large bouquet so big it nearly covered half his body. White and pastel flowers arranged beautifully, far too elegant to be just a casual gesture. I blinked, making sure this was real.