Author's Note: Hello everyone! I'm Deon 07 and welcome to my very first Star vs. the Forces of Evil fanfic! I'm just going to let it be known that this version is very different from the original. Not only is it different, but it's more mature simply for the content that it may possess. Wouldn't want anyone to stumble across this fanfic without being warned about an abundance of cursing, alcohol usage, violence, sex, and other mature content that this fanfic may consist of. My main focus in this fanfic is not to keep the characters in their typical demeanor, but to provide a more mature feel to the series.
Disclaimer: I do not own Star vs. the Forces of Evil. I do own Giuseppe's Pizzeria, though. Lemme know what you think about my version in the review section and enjoy!
Chapter One: 4 Years Later
"Marco Diaz," she whispered playfully, "something on your mind?" They were laying in bed together for nearly twenty minutes and not a single word was muttered from the young man's mouth. Something was on his mind. He just didn't know how to say it. He shuffled without agitation to face her. The moonlit room was giving an innocent, yet indefinite complement to the blonde's fluorescent colored eyes. His focus turned into a trance, she was taken aback by his change of mood. The young woman hadn't seen this look in years. Something was definitely on his mind, "Marco, what's-" "Star," he interrupted almost unpleasantly, "how did it ever come to this?" She was yet again stricken by the brunette.
He clasped her hands with much delicacy. Star reciprocated his mannerism and studied into his eyes for clarity. He patiently waited for a valid answer; an answer that could guide his curiosity. "We were younger kids when we'd first laid eyes on each other like this, remember? I'd never met someone like you. Normally, I'd run away from scenarios like our first one because I... was the 'safe kid'. But there was something that took over me that night. If I didn't come to you that night," his lustful look began to engulf her vision as he stroked his thumb against her hand, "we wouldn't be this close." She blushed unknowingly and began to rebuttal, "Awe, Marco. Where's all of this coming from?" He overshadowed her and proceeded to study her eyes, then her lips. "How did it ever come to this, Star," he asked again before tenderly kissing her. They began to get lost in a world only they had access to.
He stopped, "Star, lets go back to Echo Creek!"
"Marco," skepticism clouded Star's voice, "why would you want to go back there? After all of the things that happened..."
"Star," he rubbed her stomach in a pleading manner, "for old time's sake?"
"..."
"We're just gonna visit for a week and come back, okay?"
"Okay. Lemme just pack my wand just in case..."
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Marco and Star parked outside of the Diaz Household of Echo Creek, Los Angeles. The feeling of nostalgia caused Star to become more energetic than she was before. Marco, however, was nervously gripping the steering wheel with much doubt about his proposal. "I'm starting to get a bit nervous, Star. I sure hope this was the right thing to do." Star turned her head in response to Marco's indecisive attitude. He always did that whenever it really wasn't necessary, "Marco! We did not come all this way just for you to be 'unsure' about your choice!" Marco knew it wasn't going to please her to at least hear an ounce of negativity, "Besides, we haven't been here since high school!" Marco meekly began to reach for Star's side, unbuckling her seat belt. "Sorry, Star. It's just that I have this strange feeling that we're supposed to be here. But at the same time, something's worrying me." Star studied Marco's tone carefully as he untangled her blonde hair from the seat belt. "What's worrying you? And what 'strange' feeling?"
Marco looked up at her, "Star, you don't think he's... going to be a threat to us anymore, do you?" Star knew who he was talking about. After their last ballistic fight, Star and Marco pledged never to talk about the forces of evil, especially him. "How many times do I have to tell you 'never to bring him up'? We specifically talked about not mentioning him unless it was necessary! He's not a threat right now, Marco!" Marco knew how much the blonde didn't like talking about urgent affairs, but he couldn't help it. He was the safe kid after all. Marco caressed Star's shoulders to comfort her, "Sorry. I just... I couldn't stop thinking about the what if's. But, I'll take your word for it." Star turned to face Marco with her arms folded, "Do you trust me? If something were to go wrong, would you trust me?" Marco smiled, "I've always trusted you." He kissed her forehead and they both exited their car.
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"I always wondered why you were so fond of those damn hoodies! When I was your age, my bare torso was a hoodie of its own!" Marco sighed at hearing his uncle, Enrique, critique his preference in fashion. Star always thought it was funny because Enrique would consistently test Marco's manhood in front of her. Rafael strained to stop laughing at Enrique's remark, "Enrique, give Marco a break. Besides, Star's a promising girlfriend to Marco!" Marco blushed. Ever since Marco's first girlfriend, Jackie Lynn Thomas, Enrique would always try and see how committed a girl was to Marco by humiliating him in front of them. Marco huffed in irritation, "Yeah, lay off, Uncle. Let's not talk about how committed your last girlfriend was that night." A few snickers where heard around the room after Marco's comment. Enrique's last girlfriend wasn't really a girl. He found that out the hard way one night, "We don't talk about that," he stated in embarrassment.
Marco's mother, Angie, came back from the kitchen with freshly made grilled salsa verde chicken and a side of nachos for everyone. "Alright you two! Why do you always insist on teasing your nephew, Enrique? Y'know he'll always have something to say." Enrique had a brief sip of his tequila and proceeded, "The smart ass. So how's it up there in Seattle?" Rafael chimed in, "How is it up there? You guys haven't come down here to visit in four years!" Marco sighed at his father's admonishing tone. "We've been working at Giuseppe's Pizzeria for about six months now," Star answered for Marco. The Diazs were completely astonished because of the prestigious restaurant they worked for. Not just anyone can work at Giuseppe's Pizzeria. "I know," she replied to their audible reaction, "Marco earned us that job because of how skilled he was at handling the dough during the interview. And well, we also remodeled the whole building ourselves." Angie was simply baffled by Star's last comment, "How did you both 'remodel' a Giuseppe's Pizzeria?" Star chuckled while she clasped Marco's hand and waved it in the air, "Magic."
Rafael, Angie, and even Enrique were thrown off by Star's sly innuendo, but didn't question it. Rafael shrugged and continued to ask more questions, "Did you guys manage to move out of that crazy apartment complex?" Marco answered the second he was given, "As soon as the first autopsy was issued! We moved to a safer neighborhood. And because Star's always so nice to our neighbors, they come over and cook dinner for us. It's a bit of an odd custom if you ask me, but it's on their own accord. And even so, who could ever hate Star?" Star snuggled with Marco each and every time she heard sincerity in his voice. Rafael and Angie glanced at one another and then back at the young couple, "Awe! Your father and I were the same way when we were younger, Marco. We were deeply in love and we still are." After that was shared, it made Marco smile so hard that Star felt it against her cheek. Enrique noticed the compassion that emitted from the two and smiled. "Well, are we gonna eat or what?" Enrique reminded the household before they all ate and went to bed.
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One more thrust and Star released an irresistible cry of pleasure. The brunette whiffed the aroma that filled the room while he kept a firm grip on Star's hips. He nibbled her ear with a slight lick causing Star to whimper uncontrollably. He didn't want to let her go. His soft yet rough hands fondled her pale skin in a redundant pattern. She didn't want to let him go. Her eyes fought to stay open just for her to see the brunette, "There's my wild man," she moaned, "don't let go." The wild man continued to breathe with an unbearable fatigue. He cupped her cheek and began to stroke his thumb on it, "I couldn't," he panted excessively, "I won't." He pushed her against the wall before they smothered themselves into another longing lip lock. Every bit of their innocence was stripped in the very room they were in when they were only sixteen. Just to think they'd be doing it in the same room again, "Memories," the brunette whispered, "what are we without them?" She muffled to the feeling of his member enclosed within herself, "Strangers, Marco. Mhm..." Marco couldn't stop thinking about their earlier memories. Her origin. His rebirth. Without their memories, they were strangers.
He retracted himself from her, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I'm just gonna go for a walk to cool off. This room is a bit hot," he winked.
"But it's only eleven forty-seven," she began to murmur.
He looked around the room in search of his signature red hoodie along with his fine-knit, light grey joggers. After he found them, he began to put them on in a hasty manner, "I know, but I'm going to a special place. Wanna come?" The worn out blonde had to admit: she was exhausted beyond any limit she's ever exceeded from their "activity", but she still wanted to go with him. After gathering a red lifeguard sweater with her fine-knit, light grey joggers (that matched Marco's), they were ready to go on a late night stroll around Echo Creek.
Author's Disclosure: Congratulations if you made it to the end! I apologize if this chapter seemed a bit short. I just wanted to give everyone a gradual introduction to my rendition of the series. But so far, Marco was trying to stay away from Echo Creek due to some past events. It's just as Star said: without memories, they'd be complete strangers. How did they meet? How did their story begin? What's this strange feeling that Marco felt before? Who is this mysterious character that Star and Marco vowed never to mention again? And who exactly are the forces of evil? Find out in Chapter Two: 4 Years Ago!
