Okay, phew, first chapter fic. It's going to center on the aftermath of Mewberty as well as Star and Marco's relationship. It's going to take some actual canon aspects of the original show, so keep that in mind. Enjoy! Starco all the way!

It was almost as if nothing had happened a few hours before.

He was walking home with Star just like any other day, only this time he was listening to her gush over the attainment of her new wings. She loved them, she claimed, and that they would soon blossom into ones that would actually bring about flight.

Marco had to keep himself from pointing out the fact that she had, indeed, flown during her Mewberty phase with full, violet butterfly wings. It was weird that only two tufts remained on her back from the experience, but he'd learned not to question how puberty worked in Mewni.

As for the collatoral damage she'd done to the school during the transformation, Glossaryck had fixed it all up with a snap of his fingers. The lockers and hallways were cleared of every trace of the gossamer webs and none of the students could remember any of the events that had occurred moments ago.

Of course, it was all the work of a spell.

However, Marco wanted to know why the blue embodiment couldn't have done the same thing for Star's case.

"I only answer to magical princesses." the miniature freak had reminded Marco, before diminishing into sparkles that were absorbed by Star's book.

He stuffed his hands into his pockets, still vexed by the fact he had been unable to do anything. Not a single thing to ease Star out of her trance, and it still stung his insides. He had been totally worthless.

He sulked silently to himself.

Meanwhile, Star had somehow transitioned into the topic of breakfast and listed all of the foods she knew that she could consume so far.

"Can you make those waff-less, Marco? I heard those are reaaaally scrumptious with syrup and butter!" Star hummed as she skipped along the sidewalk. Her blonde hair flowed behind her with every leap she took, and she looked like she didn't have a care in the world.

Marco tried to laugh. "It's called waffles, Star." He corrected her. "And I can make one if we buy a waffle maker, maybe. Or we can just buy the frozen packages from the nearest store."

"Amazing! Ah, I'm so excited!" Star squealed.

The pair turned to the right to head down the path that led to the Diazs' doorstep.

The brunette opened the door with the keys and let Star inside the house first. Star rushed up the staircase with alarming speed, set on going to her bedroom to possibly look up more delectable Earth cuisine.

After shutting the door behind him, Marco stayed on the door matt. He found himself wondering what to do next. There was so much on his mind that he wasn't sure whether he should lay on his bed and let the thoughts circulate or sit in front of the TV and lose himself in his favorite program.

He took in the sight of his living room, thinking it would allure him, but it didn't.

He was stuck, and his head buzzed with the sporadic thinking. Doing nothing for a prolonged period of time unintentionally began to make him speculate.

As an ordinary human, what more could he do to help out Star? In their everyday battles with the monsters, his karate techniques came through for him, but how many more times could they fend off the enemies? His agility on its own was bound to fail him one day, and even people with incredible staminas eventually tired out. So could he somehow use Star's magic to-

No. That hinted the chance of the tentacle arm incident being repeated again, which he dismissed as unorthodox.

He started to gnaw on his lip. He was immediately aware of his safe-guy instincts being kicked up to full throttle.

He was an insanely cautious teen, he knew, but he couldn't help that. The event of nearly losing Star evoked an overwhelming impulse to hold the girl close and keep her safe.

Whoa, what?

He staggered back slightly. Hold her close?

"Marco, Marco!" Star called to him loudly. Her elbows were propped on the railing, and her hands were pushing up against her cheeks. Her aqua blue eyes sparkled, which was her tell-tale way of portending that she wanted something from him.

"Yeah?" He said somewhat hollowly.

"Can yoouuuuu possibly make me your awesome nachos?" Star requested in a sing-song voice, straightening up. If anything was off with him, she didn't seem to notice.

"Sure. Just give me a sec." He responded. He tried to ease the tension in his body as his feet carried him to the kitchen. He was conscious of Star's eyes following him, and the last thing he wanted was for her to develop any suspicions.

Maybe this would detract him from those weird thoughts of his.

Sorry for making this chapter so short D:

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