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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Steven_Universe_(Cartoon)
  Relationship:
      Steven_Universe/Onion_(Steven_Universe)
  Character:
      Onion_(Steven_Universe), Steven_Universe
  Additional Tags:
      Dubious_Consent, Underage_Kissing, Emotional_Manipulation, Dry_Orgasm,
      Non-Consensual_Blow_Jobs, Onion_is...Onion, Somnophilia, Exhibitionism,
      Rutting, Food_Sex, Sleepy_Cuddles
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-07-18 Updated: 2018-02-12 Chapters: 9/? Words: 7376
****** Onion Touch ******
by HiyaDude
Summary
     “Onion. Please, lets play another game. This is weird.” Steven
     whispered quietly. Onion ignored his complaints and nudged his face
     against Steven’s, prodding until Steven gave in and allowed his lips
     to be brushed up against. Onion gave the barest hint of a smile and
     pushed down the urge to violently bite down on the pliant lips.
Notes
     Because I have yet to find ONE Steven x Onion fanfic. Someone had to
     do it.
***** Weird *****
“Onion.” Steven squeaked nervously, “Can you...not?”
Small pale fingers continued to snake their way under Steven’s shirt, lingering
on Steven’s soft rounded belly and trailing upwards to his chest. He was so
soft. Almost as soft as Onion knew himself to be.
Onion remained silent as he brushed his cold hands across Steven’s collarbone,
the shirt now  hitched up to his neck. His face was the bright red that made
Onion feel giddy.
"Onion. Please, lets do something else. This is weird.” Steven whispered
quietly. Onion ignored his complaints and nudged his face against Steven’s,
prodding until he gave in and allowed his lips to be brushed up against.
Onion gave the barest hint of a smile and pushed down the urge to violently
bite down on the pliant lips.
Instead, he gently pushed Steven back against his bed and shifted until he was
able to sit himself on top of Steven's stomach. Onion cleared his face of any
emotion as he stared down at the older boy's flushed face.
He knew that Steven understood next to nothing about him and this pleased him
immensely. Onion wanted the older boy to wonder what he was thinking, to always
be on the forefront of his mind.
“Onion?” Steven asked worriedly when his back hit the bed. “W-what are you
doing?”
Onion tilted his head and let his smile return. He then raised a single finger
and slipped it into his mouth, his eyes never leaving Steven’s. The older boy's
brow ridge creased in confusion. Onion felt a warming wave of arousal sweep
through him at the look, urging him to push Steven for more.
He slowly drew his small finger out of his mouth and pressed it against
Steven’s lips. Steven immediately stiffened and snapped his mouth shut tight.
The younger boy frowned deeply and prodded the lips with a sharp nail. Steven
shook his head frantically, eyes wide and frantic and Onion's frown shifted to
a scowl as the older boy continued to resist.
He bared his teeth and leaned down to nip harshly at the firmly closed lips.
When he showed no signs of opening up, Onion sat back and glowered at him.
Steven’s frantic eyes turned defiant. Oh, how cute.
Onion gave him a flat look and shimmied his way off of Steven’s stomach and
onto his lap. Steven chose this moment to cover his mouth and speak through his
fingers.
“Please Onion, let's do something else!” The older boy begged. It might have
seemed shady in the beginning, but Onion was really starting to make him feel
uncomfortable now!
Onion gave him what appeared to be a very vague sneer. Another game. Fine.
This wasn't over though. Not by a long shot.
One last sigh and Onion removed himself from atop the elder boy.
 
***** Who needs sleep? *****
Chapter Summary
     Onion is still creepy, but in a slightly more tolerable way.
Chapter Notes
     I was in a mood. A fluffy mood...I don't think I can call this a PWP
     anymore. Anyway, I think I see Steven and Onion only a few years
     apart. I didn't mention this shit last chapter, hell no I don't
     support this kind of stuff in real life. Keep it fictional dudes, and
     everything's good.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Onion liked to watch Steven sleep.
It might have seemed strange to someone on the outside, but Onion felt
completely justified in his careful study of Steven. Why shouldn’t he look at
something he found interesting? And Steven certainly was the most interesting
thing he’d ever seen that was still breathing.
Onion’s eyes lingered on the roundness of his cheeks and the softly pouting
lips most of the time, but his hands always traced the pink gem that was hidden
underneath his night clothes. He’d tap his nails against the hard set gem and
listened to the resounding click.
Onion liked a lot of things about Steven.
He liked the way Steven never seemed to stay angry at him for longer a couple
of hours, he liked the way Steven was able to take anything without a grudge.
But most of all, he liked that Steven was the only one who tried over and over
again to be Onion’s friend, despite the way Onion treated him.
Onion leaned down and scraped his teeth against the precious stone, then
watched Steven’s face for any change in expression. He smiled when Steven’s
face scrunched up for a moment before relaxing back into a calm slumber.
Sweet Steven.
Onion’s attention snapped to alertness when he heard the telltale hum of the so
called ‘Warp Pad’. He quickly rolled out of the bed and skillfully slid his way
underneath. He had done this so often that it had become somewhat of a second
nature to him, to the point that he jumped when the warp pad went off when he
visited with permission during the day.
Onion kept his eyes trained on the feet that very primly walked over to
Steven’s bed. Onion scowled and rolled his eyes in irritation. ‘Her’ again. The
most suspicious of the bunch. Whenever Steven came home from Onion’s house more
than a little shaken up, the pale one would glare at Onion whenever he came
over, as if Onion was automatically at fault. He usually was, but that was
besides the point.
She had a nasty habit of interrupting Onion’s nightly time visits with Steven.
She had nearly seen him a couple of times too, but Onion was never caught by
her. Steven however, that was a different story. Onion was caught plenty by
Steven.
He yawned silently and folded his arms underneath his head. he was going to be
here for a while.
Onion was awoken when he felt eyes on him. He snapped his eyes open and turned
towards the person’s gaze.
Steven was giving him a sleepy glare, “Onion...again?” he sighed.
Onion grinned and slipped back out from under the bed, then stood on his toes
to give Steven a good morning kiss. Steven groaned and leaned away from Onions
arms that had immediately wrapped themselves around his neck. “Uh, it’s too
early to deal with your weirdness, Onion. Just...go home and sleep.”
He could hear it in Steven’s voice how likely he believed Onion to follow that
weak demand. Onion cocked his head and gave him an unimpressed look. Then he
turned and crawled into Steven’s bed.
“...Onion.” Steven groaned again, “Come on, I need more sleep, it’s barely
dawn.”
 
Onion leaned back against the pillows, crossed his legs and crooked his finger
at Steven with an expectant look. ‘Who do you think is going to get their way
here?' his gaze seemed to ask.
Honestly, he had though Steven had learned better by now.
Steven sighed, seeming to realize the same thing, and crawled in beside Onion.
Onion gave a satisfied murmur and guided Steven’s arms around his waist.
“Hey, no weird stuff, okay? Just sleep.” Steven said as he closed his eyes
tiredly.
Onion slotted his body up against Steven’s until no space was left between
them.
Sleep. Sure.
Steven could sleep all he wanted, Onion however, would do as he liked. Onion
slipped his hands under Steven’s shirt and listened to the click of his nails
against Steven’s gemstone.
This was much better than sleep.
Chapter End Notes
     I have still found no Onion pairings. I have nothing to feed me but
     this fanfic, but it's sort of like self-cannibalism.
     Whatever, I will keep searching! I will do what I must to make this a
     thing! I have already drawn fanart for it! It is not colored, and
     drawn with pencil! But if you want, I can put it in the next chapter!
     EXCLAMATION POINT!\(*o*)/!
***** Are you gonna stay? *****
Chapter Summary
     Onion has abandonment issues.
Chapter Notes
     You wanted the penis, you got the penis. But I will also be
     progressing to some seriously kinky shit in future chapters, sooo. If
     you wanna chicken out, now is the time to do it.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
[Onion x Steven]
“Onion!” came Steven’s impassioned voice from his position under Onion’s
window. The irate older boy held up his phone accusingly.
Onion gave him a bored look and continued to play with a red paddle ball,
carefully keeping his expression neutral to disguise how incredibly angry he
was.
Sending Steven pictures of him during his little date with Connie was not
something he felt apologetic for. Onion hopedshe saw them and it had given the
prude a heart attack.
Onion made sure to tease himself into hardness before he took multiple pictures
of his pale smooth thighs and chest. Onion felt himself smile at the memory and
wondered if Steven enjoyed the pictures as much as Onion had enjoyed posing for
them.
“Onion! Get down here right now!” Steven growled peevishly. Onion gave him a
disinterested look and then picked up the large sign that he had propped up by
his feet. He then proceeded to hang the sign outside the window.
The bright red letters painted on spelled out the words ‘Cheater’in childish
scrawl. Steven’s anger dimmed a bit at the sight of it, but then flared right
back up again.
Onion scowled at him, breaking his blank façade. Did he seriously think that he
hadn’t done anything wrong?
 “Connie is just a friend, Onion! Why do you always have to act like this!?
It’s not like you and me are even together!” He shouted. “Y-you  just up and
decided to...do the things that you do, without even asking me first. S-so
yeah, Connie’s a friend, but I like her, and I think she likes me too, and I
don’t think we should kiss anymore because I don’t like you that way,okay? I
like CONNIE!” he bellowed at the top of his lungs.
 A tense silence followed his words.
'Oh.’ Onion thought. ‘Oh, that’s new.’
Onion was vaguely surprised by the rising tidal of sheer blood lust that seemed
to be engulfing his entire being.
Another wave of something, a gush of hysterical laughter bubbling up his
throat. Did he honestly think that he could just say thatand everything would
be over? Onion placed a pale hand to his face and dug his nails into his cheeks
until the skin broke and blood oozed down sluggishly, not registering the pain.
No, that’s not how this works, Steven.
“Onion?” Steven called out worriedly when he saw younger’s entire demeanor
shift. “Are you okay? Is that blood? Oh my gosh, Onion you’re bleeding! Hold
on, I’ll be right up!” came another distressed shout.
Onion inhaled deeply and caught the coppery scent of the blood on his cheeks.
He pulled his hands away and made his eyes focus on the red staining his
fingertips instead of his hammering pulse. His body wracked with shudders and
breathless inhales.
Steven wanted to leave. Why did he want to leave? Onion didn’t understand,
Steven was the one who put up with things. He’s strange; He was nice to me, why
would he be nice if he wanted to leave? This doesn’t make sense.
Onion's mind went at rapid pace until they blurred together and only one
thought was left behind.
He would not let Steven go, not ever. He’d do anything; he’d be good for
Steven. He’d be good-
Onion’s thoughts were interrupted when he felt soft arms encase his small
shaking body from behind. “Hey, Onion, it’s okay.” Steven soothed. Onion melted
back into the embrace without resistance, taking in the offered comfort
greedily. “Shhh, its fine. I’m not going anywhere, okay? You’re still my
friend.” Steven said as he patted Onion’s blonde wisps of hair.
The younger boy grimaced. He didn’t want to be just a friend. He wanted to be
everything.
He shifted in Steven’s hold until he was facing him, pressing chaste kisses on
the older boy’s cheeks. Steven stiffened, “I told you, Onion. We need to stop.”
Steven said weakly.
Onion snatched onto that bit of weakness and exploited it for all that it was
worth.
‘Love.’Onion thought. He wanted Steven’s love.
Onion stood up slowly and pulled Steven along with him on his way to the bed.
Steven was about to protest when Onion quickly covered his mouth with his own,
silencing him and effectively distracting him enough to push him flat onto his
back.
Onion licked at the surprised lips with a desperation that made the older boy
freeze with concern. This wasn’t normal, even for Onion.
Onion neverscrambles, and this is exactly what he was doing now.
‘Did he really need this that much? It was just kissing; he doesn’t really need
it, does he?’Steven thought with no small amount of confusion.
Onion pulled back abruptly from the kiss and bore his eyes into Steven’s
expression, picking it apart and gauging how far Steven would let this go on
for. When Onion found concern, concern for him, he bit back a smile and lowered
his hand to Steven’s pants.
Steven caught his wrist before he could move the pants an inch.
No, that wouldn’t do, he needed to keep him distracted.
Onion snatched his hand back and gave a Steven a bruising kiss that nearly made
his lips bleed. “Ow, Onion!” the older boy complained.
Onion smiled and without hesitating slipped his hand down Steven’s pants to
grip his small penis.
Steven gave a loud gave a piercing gasp and stopped moving altogether. Onion
smiled and wasted no time putting his best effort into hardening the older boy,
tugging and stroking until he felt it throb and pulse with heat.
Steven remained quiet during the entire ordeal, relaxing and tensing at each
movement of the younger boy's hand, lost in the warm intensity pulsing from his
groin and into the rest of his body.
He barely even noticed when Onion pulled him out of his pants entirely. But he
definitely noticed when a small tentative lick joined the hand that stroked
him. Steven let out a high pitched squeak at the new sensation, and then melted
right back into the bedding when a molten heat engulfed him.
Onion watched in satisfaction as Steven’s will melted into the consistency of
pudding. He licked and suckled until Steven was a mess of whimpers and
pleasured tears.
“Onion.” He whispered, hands moving to grip the younger boy’s head, trying to
push himself deeper despite already being fully sheathed.
Onion felt it before he tasted it, the rapid beating flutter on his tongue, the
spasm that tickled his throat. A bitter taste made its way into his mouth and
Onion contemplated spitting it out before he decided it would be a lot messier
if he didn’t drink it. He could always just brush his teeth afterwards anyway.
Onion swallowed around Steve’s softening erection and repressed a gag.
Well, that certainly wasn’t as tasty as the people in the videos made it seem.
Onion pulled away from Steven’s limp penis when the older boy’s hands fell away
from his head and sat back with a smug expression.
Steven seemed to be floating high on the endorphin induced bliss that he had
put him into, and was unable to keep his eyes open. A feeling resembling pride
welled up in Onion's chest.
Steven definitely wasn’t going to leave him now.
Onion just needed to keep him happy.
 
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     I cannot for the life of me figure out why I can't upload the
     picture, but I'm just going to chalk it up to me being stupid...so
     yeah.
     P.S. It might be a while until I can update, because Chris Garneau
     just injured my soul.
     I should have never the looked up the story behind the song. It makes
     writing slightly non-con-ish things feel like pulling teeth out of
     your head. I'm gonna go wallow in self-hatred for a little while,
     recover, and heal myself with continuous hours of YouTube.
***** Public Displays of Affection *****
Chapter Summary
     Onion does not give a shit.
Chapter Notes
     Hi! Guess who's feels are fully healed and currently doesn't give a
     fuck!? MEEEEE!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Onion basked in the almost overwhelming awkward silence, picking at the slice
of pizza he wouldn’t be eating, or paying for.
It was a clusterfuck of awkwardness. Steven was uncomfortable because Onion was
there, Connie was uncomfortable because Steven was uncomfortable, and Onion was
intentionally making things uncomfortable by completely ignoring Connie, giving
her not even a glance of acknowledgement.
Tagging along had been a wonderful idea.
Steven was visibly sweating under the stress of tension, and coughed quietly to
relive some of the silence, “So, Connie...how was your violin lesson yesterday?
Did you have fun?”
Connie, seeming relieved by the broken silence, pounced on the newly offered
topic. “Yeah, it was fun, although Mr. Steig kept on sneezing because of the
allergy season. Or at least he saysits allergies. Personally, I think that it’s
that new wig he’s wearing.” Connie laughed.
This seemed to catch Steven’s interest and they slid right out of the
uncomfortable silence and into conversation with an almost frightening ease.“No
way, what does it look like?” Steven asked, smiling.
Onion’s eyes slid over to peer at Steven sitting in the booth next to him, then
very stealthily moved his hand towards Steven’s, intertwining their fingers.
Steven, for his part, didn’t flinch half as hard as Onion expected him to.
Though his speech did become a little less animated.
Like hell was Onion to let himself be ignored. 
Onion stroked Steven’s hand with his index finger, lightly, distractedly, and
intimately. Steven squeezed back, mindlessly, as he talked on with Connie. The
younger boy felt his heart flutter at the returned affection and felt the
sudden urge to lean against the older boy and nuzzle him like an attention
starved kitten.
So he did.
Steven didn’t move away like Onion expected him to, he just sighed in
embarrassed resignation.
Connie noticed this and the little confused crease between her brows was enough
to make Onion feel a slight pang of pity for her. Poor thing didn’t know that
he already owned Steven.
“So, uh.” Connie cleared her throat, “You and Onion seem to be getting along
well enough. When did that happen?” she asked.
Steven blushed prettily, stuttering over his words. Onion pulled his hand away
from Steven’s to run delicate fingers over the older boy’s thigh. Steven’s eyes
snapped over to Onion’s face and Onion schooled his expression into something
innocent and only slightly naughty.
‘Get along indeed.’
“Oh, it’s, um, not like we’re really especially close or anything like that.
He’s, y’know, he’s more of an acquaint-” Steven snapped his mouth shut with an
audible click when Onion roughly cupped Steven from under the table.
A warning.
Steven breathed deeply through his nose and reworded his previous statement.
”We’ve been friends for about 2 months.” he said, properly chastised. He felt
the younger boy reward him with a slow grind into his hardening groin. Steven
bit his lip at the toe curling sensation and forced down the shame he felt at
doing this in a public setting.
Connie nodded, “That explains why I don’t see you as much anymore. Not that I’m
complaining!” she said, hurriedly, “It’s just that I would like to spend more
time together, and...Onion could always join us too.” she said with a shy
glance at him.
Onion unbuttoned Steven’s pants one handedly and worked his fingers to unzip
him as quietly as possible. Steven sat silently, arms limp at his sides and
eyes darting between Connie and Onion with poorly disguised nerves.
The warm hand that wrapped around his hardness effectively shut down Steven’s
thought process and he struggled to form a proper response.
“Um yeah, sure. Lets...do..that.” Steven trailed off with a glazed over look in
his eyes.
“Are you okay Steven? You look like you need to lie down.”
Onion’s lips curled up into a barely perceivable smile as he purposefully
knocked over his used plastic fork under the table and went to retrieve it in
the next moment without a glance at either of the two.
Connie didn’t seem to notice as she waited for Steven’s either confirmed health
or sickness. Steven however, tensed as he felt hands roughly prying his legs
apart and a hot tongue lapping at the head of his erection.
Steven could no longer hold in the harsh breathes that forced their way out of
his lungs and the violent body racking shudders that ran through him.
“Oh my gosh, Steven! Are you alright? Here, let me-” Connie was out of her seat
and trying to assist Steven before he could protest that he was fine, that she
didn’t need to get up. Steven violently pushed at Onion’s head, trying to get
the eagerly sucking boy off of his lap before Connie saw. Onion dug his nails
into Steven’s thighs and held his position firmly.
‘Too late.’Onion thought viciously.
Connie stood frozen.
She stared down at Onion as he himself relinquished Steven from his mouth with
a loud wet pop. Onion stared straight back at her as he continued to nuzzle
Steven’s still throbbing erection against his face, licking at it with kitteni-
like movements.
A rush of fiendish delight went through Onion as he watched Connie’s face
slowly process what she was seeing. A bead of translucent precome slid down
Steven’s shaft, Onion caught it at the tip of his tongue, then gave the
horrified girl the brightest smile that he possessed.
 
 
===============================================================================
 
Guess what...it happened. Someone made another Onion/Steven fic!  Onion,
no by sever77. I hereby announce that I love you soooo much! XD
 
Edited: Also, guess what? I'm not that stupid after all! I have the picture on
my ooooold deviant art profile, which previously had absolutely NO art! I
popped my deviant cherry. Here is the link!
Chapter End Notes
     I should stop posting at weird times. it's midnight! Also, I'm burnt
     out. See any spelling mistakes? tell me!
***** Unhealthy Fixation *****
Chapter Summary
     Steven's point of view on this whole thing.
Chapter Notes
     I have returned from the dead! And am currently at the library going
     over smut next to someone I hope does not look over at my computer
     screen. Midnight Fire, I added a smidgen of smut just for you! This
     took way longer to write than it should have.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Onion carried around a switchblade in his pocket.
And it was purely by accident that Steven happened to see it. Onion had been
reaching for something in his pocket, something small that he had wanted to
show Steven, but grew frustrated when he couldn’t find it in the cluster of
items there.
The younger boy had sighed and emptied them out onto the beach sand when his
patience had run thin. An odd assortment of unrelated things laid scattered
about.
It wasn’t that Steven thought that he wasn’t supposed to see it, as Onion
seemed almost blasé about tucking that particular item back into his pocket,
but he was pretty sure Onion hadn’t been meaning to show it to him.
Steven had almost questioned him about the item, but thought better of it and
remained silent. He still was angry with Onion over the Connie incident.
After she had ran out of the Pizza shop, Steven remained frozen in a traumatic
state that he had never experienced before. It was like he was looking down at
himself outside of the situation, unable to process the occurrence with any
semblance of emotion.
Onion had picked up the pieces. The younger boy had tucked him into his pants,
gently interlaced their fingers together, and led him out of the restaurant in
a daze of lethargic denial.
Connie hadn’t called since then, and Steven hadn’t tried to contact her. After
a week of sleepless nights, he decided that if his friend hadn’t done it by
now, she probably would not tell the gems or her parents what she had seen.
Steven’s stomach did an uncomfortable little twist at the thought of it. He
didn’t want anyone else to know about what he did with Onion. He was ashamed,
and on some level, knew that what he did with the other boy was perverse. Even
if the younger boy had instigated it, Steven knew that he could have stopped it
from happening.
He was a gem, he had a shield. He could have pushed Onion away and blocked all
contact. Which meant Steven was at fault too.
If anyone besides Connie found out....It would be a disaster. One of epic
proportions.
But he couldn’t have done that to Onion, he couldn’t push the boy away when he
looked so...small. Onion rarely showed it, but Steven was able to see the
glimpses when they appeared. He wasn’t able to see the whole picture, but he
knew that what the other boy felt for him was something stronger, darker, and
more unpredictable than any type of ‘like’ that Steven had seen.
It was as if Onion needed him to breath, with a desperation that made made
everything else void.
And Steven found himself thinking more about Onion than anyone or anything. It
was an abrupt change that had happened once they had begun their physical
relationship, and Steven almost considered it to be a hostile takeover of his
mind.
How the younger boy was able to encompass the entirety of Steven’s thoughts, he
didn’t know, but it had happened.
Now he didn’t mind Onion crawling into bed with him at odd hours of the night.
He knew that it would end with the younger boy grinding his  unclothed bottom
onto Steven’s equally naked groin, just sliding back and forth between the pale
mounds. The softness, the lava hot heat tipping towards its high peak, and the
sticky tack of release.  
All of these things were now linked directly in his mind towards Onion.
Steven’s cheeks burned at the images that flashed in his memory.
Onion splayed out beneath him, little erection left flushed red and untouched
as he placed his pale hand on Steven’s hips to pull him flush against his
pelvis. Steven panted into the crook of Onion’s small neck, nuzzling and
thrusting clumsily between Onion’s thighs, right beneath silky expanse of  skin
between a small pink hole and the two little round bundles that were tucked up
to his body. Onion’s delight had been clear in his glazed over eyes, a small
smile on his lips as he placed his hands on the back of Steven’s neck and gave
him a kiss so hard that it had left his lips bruised.
And Steven had kissed back, lips yielding to the writhing tongue of the other.
It was the first time he had ever heard Onion moan. He felt it in the
vibrations of his lips and it had surprised him so much that he had shuddered
abruptly into a violent release.
Onion was...the very definition of pleasure to Steven, and he wasn’t even aware
of how much he needed it until Onion had given it to him.
It wasn’t fair. Steven didn’t want to be like this. It made him feel weak and
stupid to give into something so trivial as ‘Feeling good’. But Onion also made
it so hard to say no.
Steven glanced up at Onion through curled eyelashes when his peripheral vision
caught sight of a pale hand reaching for him. Onion stared back at him with the
usual expression that he showed in public, void of any telltale signs that
might give away to what he was thinking.
Onion held out a large pink shell with variations of blue and green on it’s
edges, and a delicate looking purple that lined the hollowed insides. It was in
an odd shape, and seemed to twist in on itself, but still.
It was pretty.
Steven took the shell from Onion with shaking hands, turned it over a few times
to feel its soft texture, and then opened his mouth to speak. He was going to
say that this didn’t fix what he had done. Of course this didn’t fix it, not
after everything was said and done and messed up beyond all repair. 
But when he saw that little gleam in the younger boy’s eyes, the that told him
that Onion was now showing a nearly indecipherable vulnerability, he snapped
his mouth shut and pushed down the bitterness, humiliation, and anger he had
previously been struggling with.
“Thank you, Onion.” Steven said, just barely over a whisper.
Onion breathed out in a stream of air that Steven would have called a sigh. The
younger boy then sat down next to him on the sand, slipped his hand into
Steven’s now loosened fist and hummed quietly as he leaned heavily against the
older boy’s side.
They both stayed there until the sun creeped down the edge of the ocean water.




Chapter End Notes
     I will be back when I can. The ship is still strong, and I shall
     resist the call of the sirens of Homstuck! Also, point out any
     spelling mistakes, please. They are evil little pests that must be
     disposed of.
***** Friends *****
Chapter Summary
     Connie and Steven don't just magically forget about each other...No
     matter how much Onion wishes they would.
Chapter Notes
     Dudes, I know alot doesn't really happen in this chapter, but I do
     already have a half written smut in google docs, sooo...Yeah, it's
     just I thought about it and decided 'Well, if I'm gonna write this
     seriously, I can't just have constant fluff and sex...I gotta have
     Yandere Onion too. And this will lead to that.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Lazy days were the best with Onion. The younger boy would wake up in the early
morning like he would, and then nuzzle his soft face into Steven’s collarbone.
He refused to move from his position, which was pretty much just him being
draped across Steven with his limbs clutching loosely on the older boy.
These moments were always slow and peaceful, Onion was at his most ruffled and
adorable when he did one one of those uneven blinks where one eye closed before
the other one. Steven was pretty sure he did the same thing, but he still
laughed softly at Onion for it.  
The light was gray as in came in through the windows and screen door, something
that added to the languid atmosphere.
Steven placed his arms around Onion’s waist and turned to face the other boy on
a whim. Upon feeling the shift of movement, Onion opened his eyes to curiously
look up at Steven. when the younger boy realized Steven was facing him, he gave
a small sleepy smile and placed a chaste kiss on Steven’s lips before burrowing
his face into the older boys chest in their new position.
Steven felt himself smiling at the younger boy in his arms. He really was cute
when he was too tired to be weird or frisky. It was nice to just lie next to
Onion and forget about everything else for a little while. It made him feel as
if he were freed of any obligations that the outside world held.

But it wasn't just that. There was something special about the silence that
hung between the two of them. It was difficult to describe, so Steven decided
to leave it alone, unidentified and charged with affection.
Obligations
Steven let his mind wander back to Connie as he laid silent on the bed, the way
it usually did. She was his best friend, but Steven wondered if the girl still
felt the same. Everything ended on pretty unspecified terms. What would she say
if he called? Would she be angry. Would she think him strange?
Would she hate him?
Steven sighed quietly. He needed to talk with her. There was so much he needed
to say to her, and he was sure that she would have some things to say to him.
Onion shifted closer to Steven and gave a quiet huff as if he knew exactly what
Steven was thinking about. The older boy rubbed the blonde’s back soothingly.
Later though. He would talk with her later.
 
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Steven walked along the beach solemnly, face guarded as if he were walking
towards his own demise out of duty.
When he saw Connie restlessly wringing her hands and scanning the beach for
him, Steven swallowed hard.
His steps slowed down significantly as he got closer to the girl and he made a
complete stop when he reached her. Connie let out a shuddering breath as she
took in the sight of him, blushing, nervous, and avoiding eye contact. The same
boy she had fused with, gone on adventures with, fought together with, the one
who had shown her so many impossible things that turned out to be possible.
She hadn’t realized how much she had missed him.
Connie sucked in another deep breath and decided to just say what she came here
to say.
“Steven…” He startled at the sound of her voice. “Let’s just forget about it,
okay? Y-you’re my friend, and I just want to forget that it ever happened,
okay? No awkward explanation, no embarrassment, none of that. We can pretend it
never happened, okay?”
She needed to forget it. She couldn’t lose him over something like this, not
her one and only friend. It might not be possible to simply piece back together
their splintered relationship by ignoring the problem, but it was the easiest
point to go on from. She would make it work, and if Steven decided to explain
it to her in some distant future, she would be okay with that.
Steven, however, looked confused. “So we’re...not going to talk about it?”
“Yes.”
“Oh...okay.” Steven said with a air of uncertainty.
Connie clapped her hands together determinedly “Okay! Now is the point where we
go hang out until it’s not awkward anymore. So I guess...the Big Donut?” she
looked at him for confirmation.
Steven gave her a watery smile, “Sure. Let’s go.”
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I am so absurdly happy right now that this exists! Some of the scenes I wrote
have been illustrated in this beauty!:http://askstevonion.tumblr.com/ check it
out, it's wonderful.
 
Chapter End Notes
     I actually really do like Connie. But I am not above harming her
     physically or emotionally for the sake of this ship :D
***** Lovers spat *****
Chapter Summary
     Arguments, they happen.
Chapter Notes
     Two chapters in one day. Yeesh. I didn't really want to leave it the
     way I did, so here, another one. Also, if you are just now seeing
     this chapter update, and not the other one. Just know that I posted
     the chapters close together so you probably missed it. Not much
     happens though. Connie and Steven make up in the chapter before this.
 
Riding Steven’s face was one of the better moments of Onions currently short
life.
After a bit of internet research and a hell of a lot of silent persuasion on
his part, he had convinced the older boy to give it a go.
And he was currently reaping the rewards.
Onion breathed out heavily as he grinded his bottom down onto Steven’s hot
little tongue. The feeling was fucking fantastic, and he regretted not thinking
to do this before. Jesus, his fucking tongue,the way in slid into him with deep
writhing stokes, shit!It had taken Onion a little while to crack Steven out of
his shell of shyness to get him to do this the way he wanted it, with long
confidents licks that reached up inside him.
Onion’s mouth fell open as he gave up on trying to get the tongue as deep as
possible and started to bounce himself steadily on the older boy’s face.
Fucking wonderful. Onion’s back arched into the hands that held him steady on
Steven's face, rhythmically trying to reach the mind blowing orgasm that was
sure to come if he kept this up.
And it did, Onion’s vision flashed white and his burning hot erection gave a
few pleasurable twitches as his dry ejaculation reached it’s peak. The younger
boy fell limply back onto Steven’s thighs, gasping for breath. He laid there
for a few moments before sitting up and burrowing into the older boy’s shoulder
contentedly.  
“...Onion.” Steven whined after it became clear that the younger boy was
becoming keen on sleeping.
Onion lifted his face off of his the older boy’s shoulder and gave him a sleepy
look. Steven  whimpered as he palmed his own neglected erection.
Onion licked his lips and ran his hands down Steven’s stomach, all the way down
to his jutting prick and giving it a few slow strokes. Steven whimpered, “Stop
playing, Onion. Please, just...do the thing. Your...mouth.” he panted.
Onion smiled and moved to do just that when Steven’s phone rang with an
irritatingly familiar ringtone that he had learned signified Connie.
Onion tilted his head at Steven in a surprisingly intimidating way, hopping
swiftly of the bed to rifle through the older boy’s jeans. Onion seethed as he
saw her picture pop up on the screen and unlocked the phone with a slide of his
finger, ignoring Steven’s protests.
Onion answered the phone and turned on the speaker. He then gave the phone to
Steven, eyes dark and expecting.
Steven’s mind stuttered, unsure of what was being asked of him before he
understood with sharp realization what Onion wanted.
“Oh, um...hi, Connie?” he looked extremely uncomfortable as Onion stood at the
foot of the bed, arms crossed and hip cocked to the side in a decidedly haughty
way.
“Hi Steven! I forgot t tell you, I might not be able to see you on friday. My
mom set me up for extra tutoring since I told her I wasn’t doing anything that
day besides hanging out with you. I should have just told her we were studying,
but y’know, trying to cut down on the lying and all that.”

Onion’s eyes flashed murder as he angrily walked up to his nightstand, pulled
out a crayon and paper, and scribbled on the paper.
He held it up a moment later.
'The fuck are you doing with that BITCH!?'
The words were jagged and unsteady with anger, and the message was just as
venomous.
Steven frowned. “Don’t called her that!” Steven whispered angrily. Onion
violently flipped over the paper and continued scrawling out another message.
“Steven?” Connie asked in confusion.
Steven laughed nervously, “Ha, uh, yeah, hi Connie. Yeah that sucks. I guess we
can go make music another day.” he said as he was eyeing Onion’s furious
writing. The younger boy raised his paper again.
‘WHORE, TRAMP, SLUT MAN-STEALING BITCH! I WILL CALL HER WHAT THE FUCK I WANT,
YOU FUCK FACE!'

Steven felt his anger spark, “Don’t you think you’re being a little
hypocritical there!?” he snapped back. 
He could tell it was the wrong thing to say by the way Onion’s pupils shrank to
near pinpricks.
Then, very calmly, Onion lowered himself onto the ground, pulled something from
under the bed, and then proceeded to swing it at his head. Steven barely had
enough time to bring up a pink bubble for protection. The bat bounced off the
bubble with a powerful resounding force, and the blows that followed after were
just as hard.
“Steven! What’s that noise, whats going on? Are you okay?” Connie asked
worriedly.
Steven was gasping loudly from the sudden onslaught of adrenaline. That could
have taken his head off. Steven stared at a naked Onion who was now swinging
the bat casually by his side, eyes still livid.
“Yeah…I’m okay, but I think I just hurt my...uh, a friend’s feelings.”
Onion gave a harsh laugh as he mouthed the words ‘A friend? Oh, I’m a friend,
am I?’ before swinging the bat again, right where Steven’ face would be.
“Connie, I’m going to have to call you back.”
 
***** Reconciliation *****
Chapter Summary
     Steven clears things up.
Chapter Notes
     Hiiii! Boy, am I late to this shin dig! Well, here's a new chapter to
     show you I'm not dead! Sorry for lack of the Onion penis. Next
     chapter, my lovlies. I wanted to play around with the idea of Steven
     and Onion fusing next chapter, because (Even though I crave it with a
     passion) it probably won't happen in the show. Also, WHAT THE FUCK!?
     Steven is 14 years old!? I'm not sure...if I can adjust the ages in
     this when I'm so far in, sooo. yeah. He's grown up so fast T-T
See the end of the chapter for more notes
 
It took a lot of coaxing, soothing, and sweet nothings to calm the little demon
spawn Onion had unleashed inside, but Steven had done it. He now was petting
the soft boy on his bare back, tracing down the bumps and ridges of his spine
until he melted into the touch.
Steven placed butterfly kisses over Onion’s face, which was still turned
upwards and staring at him as he sat in Steven’s warm lap. The blonde leaned
into the kisses, thirsty for any offered affection or reassurance.
This little incident would not go on forgotten, however, and Steven decided
they really needed to set some things straight. Onion wouldn’t be able to read
his mind, after all.
Steven took a deep breath. “I like you, Onion.”
Onion grimaced, showcasing his disbelief. Steven frowned “No, Onion, listen to
me, I’m with you and nobody else, okay? That's how relationships are supposed
to work, you can’t just go be with anyone else just because you want to.”
Onion’s eyes sharpened on Steven, his nails digging into the flesh of the older
boy’s arms. Steven thought over what he had just said, searching for any faults
in the sentences.
“Not that I want to be with her!” Steven quickly corrected.
Onion gave him another disbelieving glare before placing his cheek into
Steven’s gesturing hand and closing his eyes. Steven’s face softened at the
sight. small pale lips pressed into the palm gently and Steven felt the fragile
sweetness of the gesture wash over him.
Steven was oddly struck by the slow realization that Onion was pretty. He
hadn’t thought about it before, but Onion really was beautiful to him at this
moment, in a way he had never seen before.
“I’ve never done anything like this before, so I might mess up a lot, but I
want you to know that I...I’m willing to try and forgive you for some of the
bad things that you sometimes do, and also appreciate the good things about you
too.” Steven gave Oníon a small smile. “There are good things about you, Onion,
and I know that I don’t always act like I know it, but I do know that you
really care about me. I care about you too. I just...like you, so. Yeah.”
Onion smothered his face with Steven’s palm, hiding his expression, but Steven
could still feel the elated smile and warm cheeks pressed against his hand.
He lifted the younger boy’s face to give him a soft kiss on the corner of his
eye. Onion let out a muted squeal and buried his face back into Steven’s chest.
“I really do like you.”
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Onion was proud of himself for not burning down the ….residence. He had been
prepared and everything, gas canister, matches, an alibi, no witnesses.
Everything was set up and he could have done it. He could have struck that
match and the house would have gone up in flames.
Maybe Connie and her parents make it out, maybe not. Depended if they were
stupid enough to try and bring anything besides their daughter, like family
photos or jewelry.
It was so fucking tempting.
But he hadn’t. 
Because he knew that Steven, without a doubt in his mind, would know it was him
Onion wanted to, oh did he want to, but he was already on probation with
Steven. Onion couldn’t afford any fuck up’s, at least not right now. Onion
sighed wistfully as he remembered what Steven had said.
‘I like you.’
Onion squirmed happily from the shadows. Yeah, okay, no fires would be started
on this night, maybe some other time, Onion didn't want this happiness to be
spoiled by Steven's grief for the girl any time soon.

Chapter End Notes
     ...Hey. I've sinned again. I haven't posted anything, but I was close
     to writing a story about Chowder x Gorgonzola. I'm not sure if I
     should, but I'm doing it anyway.
***** Toxic *****
Chapter Summary
     Connie doesn't like Onion.
Chapter Notes
     10 thouusand years I have been gone. Sorry T-T I got stuck on where
     to go with this fic. But heeey, here's a Connie pov chapter. Tell me
     if there are any mistakes, I wrote this half asleep.
Connie didn’t hate Onion.
It was uncomfortable to be around him after the, uh...incident, but before that
she would have considered them civil enough towards each other.
Maybe she shouldn't have been so quick to make a judgement on his character.
She had thought him to be a quiet boy, not too many friends...lonely, like her.
She realizes now that all she did was push her own assumptions onto him, made
up traits that weren’t there to begin with.
Onion was...well, like a snake, as cliché as that sounded. She’d seen the way
he looked at her whenever Steven rarely brought him along.
Smooth, quiet, dangerous. Qualities a boy his age shouldn't have. But then
again, he never really did conform to what a child should be.
A child didn’t do the things like...that.
And for reasons she couldn't fathom, she just knew that he had been the one to
instigate the relationship between the two. Just, with such certainty she knew
that Onion had always been the snake in the grass.
The snake that had constricted itself firmly around her friend Steven. She
could visualize it, a pale white snake hissing at any who came near it,
guarding what he considered his.
She felt suffocated when he was around. No one had ever outright hated her with
such a ferocity that no words need be spoken, and nothing she did ever seemed
to bridge the gap.
She didn’t want to bridge the gap. While Steven may trust with an openness that
made him easy to love, that same openness left him vulnerable to...whatever
this was.
From what she could tell, the relationship was consensual. A small comfort, but
not much of one.
Manipulation. It was there in every touch that drew Steven's attention firmly
back on Onion, in the way he shot displeased glances that made Steven reword
something he had just said.
Connie had never been in a relationship before, but she knows what a healthy
one looks like.
This wasn'tone of them.
No, It was just shy of toxic.
.
.
"I'm telling you Connie, he's just so...UGH, unreasonable!" Steven cried out,
flopping down onto the sand. "He knows you and I are just friends but he just
won't let it go!"
Connie kneeled down to sit next to Steve, frowning. "Why does he dislike us
hanging out so much? Does he not like you having friends outside of him?"
Connie had read somewhere that isolation was a tactic abusers used against
their partners. She hoped it wasn't that bad.
Steven sighed and rubbed at his eyes, "I don't know, he doesn't have a problem
with me hanging out with other people, like Peedee. I think it's just...well, I
may have said and done some things that made the situation worse a while back."
Connie's brow furrowed "Well, what did you say?"
Stevn groans and covers his face completely, "Noooo, it's embarrassing. This
was months ago, it doesn't really matter."
Now she was really interested, "Come on, I won't laugh, I promise!"
Steven lifted his hand to peek at her, "...Promise for sure?"
"Scouts honor." Though she had never really ever been a scout. Semantics.
Steven heaved out a sigh, "Well I guess I kind of maybe, you know, had a crush
on you when we first started hanging out. I told Onion in an argument and now
he's constantly paranoid I'm going to run off into the sunset with you. It's
silly."
Silly.
This was not silly!
She had missed her chance! All that shyness had crippled her and she had let it
ruin whatever opportunity she might of had! How frustrating, how heartbreaking!
Everything could have been different is she just had the nerve to confess.
And now Steven was in the belly of the beast.
Guilt rose and refused to leave. This...it wasn't her fault, not necessarily,
but it could have been avoided. 
Stteven glanced over at Connie, noticing her tense posture and misinterpreting
it. "Wait no! Don't worry, I'm over it, it just a stupid crush. Aw jeez, did I
just make things weird again?" 
Connie mourns.
But says nothing beyond an awkward laugh and assurance.  She had to do
something.
And Steven might hate her for it.
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