Star Butterfly is gone, but not forgotten. She has a best friend who refuses to let her fight alone, a rival in love who refuses to be an obstacle, and a fellow troublemaker who refuses to miss out on all the fun. Meanwhile the Rebel Princess herself has to do some things she's never done before: come to terms with her own emotions, learn to navigate the murky waters of politics, and delve into the secret and troubled past of the Butterfly family.
Contains: character development, prophecies, no character bashing, and enough ship tease to please almost everyone.
Marco wasn't sure how long he had been standing here, spellbound by the silence. The stillness. Concepts that had become completely foreign ever since a bubbly blonde princess exploded into his dull life with all of the colors and power of a Radical Rainbow Blast.
Peace and quiet had never felt so utterly wrong.
"Marco? Son?" Came the voice of his father, suddenly appearing in the doorway to her—the room. He glanced around at the bland, original setup before turning his attention back to Marco, hesitating for a moment. It was clear that his father was at a complete loss for words.
"I tried to use the dimensional scissors." He said flatly, raising the hand holding them and shaking it briefly. "They won't work. No matter how many times I try."
His dad frowned. "...I see." There was no way he really did—despite his parents' interest in the many magical things that Star introduced them to, they never really cared to know how they actually worked. Not that Star could have adequately explained it to them anyway. Any attempted explanation would have been lost in a whirlwind of random hand motions and onomatopoeias.
He walked over to the bed and sat down, elbows on his knees and hands cradling the sides of his head. "She's...she's really gone. I can't use the scissors to find her, Kelly and Pony Head up and disappeared so I have no way to even try and contact her...what should I do?" He looked up, pleading.
"You'll...we'll find a way, Marco." His dad said, coming to sit on the bed beside him and putting a hand on his shoulder. "Star Butterfly is as much a Diaz as any of us. No child of mine can get away with leaving without giving me two things: a proper good-bye hug, and a contact number."
A sniffling came from the door. The two of them looked up to see his mother, clearly on the verge of tears. Without preamble she rushed into the room and swept him up in a hug, crushing him against her with a strength he didn't know she had. A second and larger pair of arms then encircled them both.
In any normal situation, this would have embarrassed him completely. But right now, in this moment, he had never been so glad to have these two as his parents. Here in their arms he felt all of five again, running to the safety of their embrace whenever the world felt so unfair and scary. His tears, suspiciously absent thus far, spilled down his cheeks in a steady flow. He felt no shame: his parents were crying just as much, if not more.
Together, the three shared in their sorrows late into the night.
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It was almost two o'clock in the morning when he and his parents finally split to sleep in their respective rooms. His mother had actually asked if he wanted to sleep with them tonight, but he had refused: with the gradual dulling of his immediate sadness, the teenage instinct to angst in private was quickly resurfacing. He was only lying in his bed for forty minutes when an almost undetectable sound reached his ears. It was high pitched and seemed to go on for a minute or two before stopping for a couple seconds, only to start up again. He realized with a jolt of hope that it was coming from the room he and his parents had been crying in just an hour ago.
Trying to keep quiet, he tiptoed as quickly as he could down the hall and swung the door open.
"Star?!" He whispered into the pitch black darkness, running a hand against the wall until he found the light switch.
His heart, thumping hard in his chest, squeezed painfully as the darkness was banished by the light. There on the bed eight puppies stared up at him, whining pitifully.
With a sigh he turned off the lights and carefully made his way toward the bed. The puppies jumped off as he got under the covers, only to jump back up as soon as he'd settled in. Within moments he was almost completely covered by them, and although he could feel their tails wagging they still let out soft whines every once in a while.
"I know." He said to the darkness. "I miss her too."
Good day, fanfictioneers. I am TwinTwain. While I mostly hang out over at AO3 these days, I figured there was no reason to avoid posting things here. Eventually I'll move my other fics over here as well and then dual post from then on, but for the moment if you'd like to see some of my other work you can find it by searching for me on AO3. My username here and there are the same.
Chapter two is already halfway complete, and will be significantly longer. This is merely an introduction-the next chapter will skip ahead a week and get into the meat of things. Stuff to look forward to: Jackie and Janna enter the picture, and we see the fallout of Toffee's attack on Moon and the High Council. Till next time!