An Outcast (Steven Universe x Male Gem Reader x MCU)

The Contract

"I wish I could say the same." Azurite said, crossing his arms. The only reason why he was doing jobs for this man was that he paid him a lot.

"Your words are hurting my heart, Az." The Collector said, putting his hand on his heart, dramatically.

"At first you need to have one." Azurite thought to himself. This man would sell his own family if it would make his collection bigger.

"You're probably wondering why I wanted to talk with you." The Collector stated the obvious.

"Otherwise I wouldn't come here." Azurite pointed out.

The Collector just rolled his eyes at Azurite's comment, as he began explaining, "You see, my dear Azurite. You probably saw the message of a person is known by many names. One of them being Pink Diamond. He told that he is going to spend some time with his friends on Earth..." The Collector began explaining, but Azurite interrupted him.

"I know that already. Get to the point." Azurite demanded.

"You see, I could use some more servants, and I heard that a certain gem from your spieces were specifally made for serving." The Collector finished his explanation.

"No, no." Azurite said as began to shook his head, once he realized what he meant by that, "Don't even think about it!"

"Yes, yes." The Collector said back, "I am thinking about it."

"I told you already that I want to have nothing to do with them! They were fine with me dying off in some small ship. Why do you think I keep covering my gem with that headscarf?!" Azurite shouted, angrily, pointing at his covered forehead.

"I know about that. That's why I told to come here, otherwise you wouldn't even consider coming here." The Collector pointed out.

"You're damn right I wouldn't!" Azurite confirmed what he just said to him.

"Just let me tell how much I want you pay you for that." The Collector said, calmly.

"Go ahead." Azurite told him.

"1 million units." The Collector revealed.

"... Excuse me... How many?" Azurite asked, wanting to be sure if he didn't misheard it.

"1 million units." The Collector repeated what he said.

"Why are willing to pay me so much for it?" Azurite wanted to know.

"Because, your species don't age, so I wouldn't have to worry about losing her." The Collector explained.

"How are you going to make her serve you? Is is a part of the contract as well?" Azurite asked another question.

"No. That is none of your concern. I'll find a way how to make her serve me." The Collector assured him.

"But, why me out all people, because something tells me that you have other reason than me being a gem." Azurite asked.

"Because, your old pals. The Guardians of the Galaxy recently paid a visit to bar on this planet, and I met one of them on the streets. I know that you're in a need of units after you gave almost everything you had to fix your ship." The Collector answered.

"Rocket..." Azurite muttered under his breath, knowing exactly who it was. He knew he was overpaying when he visited that mechanic, but if his ship would no longer be usable, he'd lost every upgrade his ship had on, such as the possibility of invisibility which he earned from a huntresses named Shi'ra, someone that he grew to love a his own family, a sister, despise being different spieces.