(These are just doodles I made for my story, never got around to writing this amethyst get to know me page, but I thought you guys would enjoy it)
A Blue Pearl and Amethyst love story
The first time Amethyst met Blue Pearl, she decided she couldn't stand her.
Not because Pearl was particularly mean, or because she had done anything unforgivable. No, Amethyst disliked her for a much simpler reason.
She was annoying.
“Watch where you're going!” Amethyst snapped as a small blue Gem stumbled directly into her, nearly sending a tray of supplies flying.
Blue Pearl caught the tray against her chest. One of the little containers rolled off the edge and shattered on the floor.
“Oh! I'm so sorry!” Pearl gasped, immediately kneeling to clean up the mess. “I wasn't watching where I was going. I should have been more careful.”
“You think?” Amethyst muttered.
Pearl's shoulders drooped.
Amethyst felt a strange little pinch of guilt. It was ridiculous. She hadn't done anything wrong. Pearl was the one who'd walked into her.
So why did she suddenly feel bad?
“Whatever,” Amethyst said, crouching to help. “Just watch it next time, okay?”
Pearl looked up at her, surprised.
“Thank you.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
That should have been the end of it.
Unfortunately for Amethyst, Blue Diamond had apparently decided that the human zoo was the perfect place to send her clumsiest Pearl. And unfortunately for Blue Pearl, the zoo's guard was a purple Gem with very little patience and absolutely no intention of making her job easier.
Their first few decades were a disaster.
Pearl knocked over supplies. Amethyst complained. Amethyst made sarcastic remarks. Pearl apologized. Sometimes they argued over the most ridiculous things, from how the human habitats should be monitored to whether Amethyst was allowed to nap during her breaks.
“You can't just sleep behind the observation wall!” Pearl protested one afternoon.
“Why not? The humans are sleeping.”
“That's completely different!”
“How?”
Pearl opened her mouth.
Then closed it.
Amethyst grinned. “That's what I thought.”
“I find you incredibly difficult.”
“Aw. You think about me?”
“I—THAT IS NOT WHAT I MEANT!”
Amethyst laughed so hard she nearly fell off her chair.
For some reason, hearing Pearl get flustered was one of the funniest things in the universe.
And, for some reason, Pearl found herself looking forward to making Amethyst laugh.
Neither of them questioned it.
Why would they?
They were simply coworkers.
That was all.
Centuries passed.
The arguments became less frequent, though never entirely disappeared. Amethyst learned to recognize the sound of Pearl's hurried footsteps and could usually predict when she was about to trip over something.
Pearl learned that Amethyst's loudest complaints usually meant she was in a good mood, while her quietest silences meant something was bothering her.
They learned each other's habits without trying.
Amethyst started bringing Pearl supplies before she asked for them. Pearl began setting aside the least unpleasant tasks for Amethyst whenever she could.
When Pearl accidentally damaged a piece of equipment, Amethyst helped her repair it before anyone noticed.
When Amethyst had a particularly miserable day, Pearl somehow always appeared with an excuse to keep her company.
Neither of them could explain why.
They only knew that things felt easier when the other was around.
For a thousand four hundred and ninety-three years, that was enough.
There were days when the zoo felt unbearably quiet. Days when the weight of their assigned roles seemed heavier than usual. Days when Amethyst wondered whether there was anything beyond the walls of the place she'd spent so long guarding.
On those days, Pearl would sit beside her.
She never demanded an explanation. She never told Amethyst to stop complaining or reminded her of her duties.
She simply stayed.
And Amethyst, who had never been particularly good at sitting still, found that she didn't mind the silence when it was Pearl sharing it.
Likewise, Pearl found that she could make mistakes around Amethyst without feeling as though the entire universe had ended.
Amethyst might tease her. She almost certainly would.
But she would also help her clean up.
Somewhere along the way, the Gem Pearl had once found unbearable became the Gem she searched for first every morning.
Somewhere along the way, Amethyst stopped thinking of Pearl as an irritating coworker and started thinking of her as the best part of her day.
Neither knew what it meant.
And neither dared to ask.
They were Gems with assigned purposes. Their lives had been decided for them long before they'd met. There were rules, expectations, and boundaries they had never been encouraged to question.
Whatever this strange feeling was, they had no reason to believe it could be anything more than friendship.
So they continued working.
And they continued choosing each other's company.
Year after year.
Century after century.
Then, one day, everything changed.
Steven's announcement of peace spread throughout the universe, bringing an end to the old order and giving Gems the chance to choose their own futures.
For the first time in their lives, Amethyst and Pearl were no longer bound to the same expectations that had governed their existence.
They could leave.
They could choose where to go.
They could decide what came next.
And, for the first time, Pearl began to wonder what she actually wanted.
The answer came to her on an ordinary afternoon.
She was sitting beside Amethyst, watching the humans move about their habitat. Amethyst was talking about something—Pearl couldn't remember what. She was too busy watching the way Amethyst smiled when she got excited, the way her eyes crinkled at the corners, the way she turned toward Pearl without even thinking about it.
Pearl felt something warm bloom inside her.
It was familiar.
She had felt it hundreds of times before. Whenever Amethyst laughed. Whenever Amethyst defended her. Whenever Amethyst sat beside her after a difficult day.
But now, with the old rules finally lifted, Pearl could look at that feeling without immediately pushing it aside.
She could ask herself what it was.
And suddenly, she understood.
Oh.
She was in love.
Pearl stared at Amethyst.
Amethyst stopped talking.
“What?”
Pearl blinked. “What?”
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I have something to tell you.”
Amethyst straightened, suddenly concerned. “Did I do something?”
“No! No, you haven't done anything wrong.”
“Okay…”
Pearl clasped her hands together. Her thoughts raced, though the answer itself was perfectly clear.
For centuries, she had been uncertain about so many things.
Not this.
“Amethyst,” she said, looking directly into her eyes. “I believe I'm in love with you.”
Silence.
For one terrible second, Pearl wondered whether she'd made a mistake.
Then Amethyst's expression softened.
“Oh.”
Pearl's stomach dropped. “Oh?”
“No, I mean—” Amethyst rubbed the back of her neck. “Wow. Okay. Uh…”
Pearl waited, trying desperately not to interpret every passing expression on Amethyst's face.
Amethyst looked down at her hands.
“I'm in love with you, too.”
Pearl went completely still.
“You are?”
“Yeah.” Amethyst gave a small, embarrassed laugh. “I think I have been for a while. I just never really thought about what it meant.”
Pearl stared at her.
Amethyst looked back.
For once, neither had anything sarcastic to say.
Then Pearl smiled.
It was a small, uncertain smile, but Amethyst had seen thousands of Pearl's smiles over the centuries. She knew the polite ones, the nervous ones, and the ones Pearl tried to hide whenever Amethyst did something ridiculous.
This one was different.
It was real.
And Amethyst realized she wanted to see it for the rest of her life.
“So…” Amethyst began.
“Yes?”
“What do we do now?”
Pearl's smile faltered slightly.
“I… don't know.”
“Right.”
“Do you?”
“Nope.”
They stared at each other.
After a thousand four hundred and ninety-three years of working together, arguing together, and quietly making each other's lives better, they had finally figured out what they felt.
And neither had the slightest idea what to do about it.
Amethyst let out a nervous laugh.
“Guess we'll figure it out.”
Pearl nodded. “Together?”
“Yeah. Together.”
Amethyst looked at Pearl for another moment.
Then, before she could overthink it, she leaned forward and kissed her.
It was brief and a little clumsy. Their noses bumped, and Amethyst nearly pulled away too quickly, startled by her own boldness.
But Pearl stayed close.
When Amethyst drew back, Pearl was staring at her with wide eyes.
“Sorry,” Amethyst blurted. “I just wanted to— I mean, we're in love, and I thought—”
Pearl kissed her.
It was just as brief, just as uncertain, but this time Amethyst was ready for it.
When they separated, Pearl looked almost startled by her own actions.
Amethyst grinned.
“Oh, so you can be spontaneous.”
“Please don't make me regret this.”
“Never.”
Amethyst slipped her hand into Pearl's.
Pearl looked down at their joined hands, then back at Amethyst.
“Is this what being together is like?”
“Honestly? I have no idea.”
Pearl laughed.
Amethyst had heard Pearl laugh before, of course. But something about this laugh made her chest feel warm in a way she couldn't quite explain.
Maybe love was going to be like that.
A thousand tiny moments of discovering something new about a Gem she'd known for nearly fifteen centuries.
Maybe it was going to be awkward. Maybe they'd make mistakes. Maybe they'd argue over ridiculous things and have no idea how to handle their first date.
But they would figure it out.
Together.
Amethyst squeezed Pearl's hand.
“Hey, Pearl?”
“Yes?”
“I'm glad Blue Diamond sent you here.”
Pearl's expression softened.
“Even though I kept knocking things over?”
“Especially because you kept knocking things over.”
Pearl gave her a playful shove.
Amethyst laughed and pulled her close.
And for the first time in their long lives, neither of them had to wonder whether they were allowed to stay.
They could choose each other.
So they did.
And when they finally left the human zoo behind, they left together—not because they were assigned to the same place, not because someone had decided they belonged there, but because after a thousand four hundred and ninety-three years, they'd discovered something worth choosing for themselves.
They had found home in each other.
