Disclaimer: I do not own South Park or any songs used in this fanfiction by Lady Gaga.
Pairing: Butters x Cartman with a dash of Stan x Kyle
Authoress's Note: There are many ways to interpret how Butters and Marjorine go together. Some say he's a transgender, some a cross dresser etc. This is written as if Butters just uses his ability to dress well as a female to get the attention of men, even though they aren't usually interested in him. The female pronouns are used when Butters is being seen by other people in the persona of Marjorine.
A/N: I apologize if this is awful, don't tear me to shreds. Be nice kay? ;D
Chapter One: He Ate My Heart
"Careful… careful…" Butters murmured to himself, gently placing the false silver lashes over his left eye lid. Once he was certain it was secured in place, he gave it a few test blinks to ensure it wouldn't fall out. "Next one." Each time it had become easier to apply those shimmering lashes for that stage persona.
Eye lids were painted a subtle shade of pink to bring out those breathtakingly, luscious, emerald green eyes. A pale red lipstick colored those usually colorless lips. Butters smiled at his completed work in the mirror. He looked just like a woman and maybe- just maybe someone in the audience would find him somewhat pretty.
"Marjorine! You're on in five!" His old friend Dougie had become his stage manager. He had become accustomed to all of the strange things that Butters tended to do, but this one just seemed to boggle his mind. Any underlying reasons Butters may have had- Dougie hadn't a clue.
Those slightly feminine features were show cased in his latest costume. A tight fitting baby blue bustier cinched his hips in for a prettier, hour glass figure. Resting just beneath the bottom was a puffy hot pink tutu. Ripped up fishnets covered those pale legs right down to those petite feet. Black Maryjane's finished off the cute look that Butters had been going for and made him a good four inches taller.
"You can do this!" He kept encouraging himself, twirling around to see how successful the transformation had been. "A splitting image of womanly perfection!" Butters couldn't help but beam with joy.
"It's showtime, Marjorine." Dougie announced as Butters exited through the dressing room door and headed straight towards the stage.
It was like being a completely different person whenever those stage lights flashed on him. Green eyes scanned the crowd, looking for anyone that was familiar. He was taken aback, eyes widening in fear as he saw Kyle, Stan, Kenny, and worst of all; Eric Cartman, sitting in the front and center table at the little club he performed in.
"Did we REALLY have to come here Kahl?" Eric rolled his eyes, not paying too much attention to the delicate flower introducing herself on the stage.
"Well Dougie gave these tickets to Stan and I. We've seen her perform once before and we THOUGHT you would appreciate something nice." He sighed, "Her voice is WAY prettier than the real Lady herself." Eric's nose scrunched up at those words.
"Of course you would want to see some Lady Gaga impersonator, ya faggy Jew!" The brunette snapped. Though deep down, he had always loved Lady Gaga since he was but nine years old. Granted, he could sing Poker Face with gusto, Eric could not hold a candle in comparison to that talented voice.
"God dammit Cartman! Don't deny your love for Gaga. It's proven fact that you like all of the trendy female pop artists!" Kyle argued only to be cut off by a kiss from his boyfriend.
"No sense in arguing with a brick wall." Stan chuckled as Cartman flipped him the bird. Though, he did finally shut up as that heavenly sweet voice filled the room.
"Look at him, look at me. That boy is bad- and honestly! He's a wolf in disguise, but I can't stop staring in those evil eyes." Butters did his best to choke back all of the emotions that this song brought to him. Music had always managed to bring out every last little secret in Butters and here it was about to give him away once again. His eyes darted curiously over to where Cartman and the gang had been seated, wondering if Eric had even paid any attention.
Attention though, was a complete understatement. Cartman could not turn his head away. He was infatuated with that dolled up girl on stage. "Fuck… she's hot." Eric paid some mind to that sexy voice, but that adorable, yet seemingly familiar face. "I gotta get her name and number." He declared as Kyle let out a snicker.
"Like you stand a chance- fat boy." Kyle rolled his eyes, humming along to the familiar pop tune.
"I asked my girlfriend if she'd seen you 'round before. She mumbled something while we got down on the floor baby." Butters began to make his way off of the stage to flirt with select few members of the audience.
That microphone remained in his hands as he blew kisses to fans he passed by, making his way straight to Eric Cartman. "We might have fucked, not really sure- don't quite recall." Butters wrapped an arm seductively around the chubby boy's neck. "But something tells me I've seen him, yeah before. That boy is a monster- ma-ma-ma-monster."
The blonde loved Eric, and had for a very long time. Even with all the teasing and bullying, something just told him that Cartman was the one he wanted and he was the one that he would have. To anyone from the outside looking in would have found it to be the stupidest thing they had ever heard, but to Butters, it felt like a sound logic. Eric had confided so much in him that no one else had ever done before. Heck he'd even been let in on a lot of his best schemes before the other three boys had even caught wind.
Butters flushed brightly as he slowly danced around Cartman, his tutu flouncing with each and every step that he made. He felt gorgeous and maybe Eric would perceive him in such a way.
"Damn girl!" He purred, "Wanna grab a drink when you're done?" Eric was infatuated with the stage performer that seemed to have a mutual interest in him. It was definitely a long shot, but he was taken aback when the blonde gave him a cheerful little wink and nodded.
"You lucky son-of-a-bitch!" Kenny teased, admiring that curvaceous figure. This girl was the absolute epitome of beauty and what it stood for, right down to those beautiful shoes. Those pretty blue sapphires admired her from head to toe. "I'd give my left testicle for a piece of that ass."
"Shut your ho' mouth, Kinny!" Rarely did Eric ever show any sort of respect for anyone, but talking about a girl he liked was a whole new level of insulting. "She's way more than that." Butters' cheeks were flushed bright red as he began to move back towards the stage. That tutu flounced cutely behind, giving a little glimpse of the bright baby blue panties hiding beneath.
The rest of the performance seemed like a blur, each song melding perfectly into the next. She sang mostly Lady Gaga songs, but threw in a few strange country tunes as well. About ten songs and she had finished her set with a cute little bow. Butters rushed back stage excitedly, thinking about where the night would take him.
Butters changed into something far more casual and comfortable, right down to the heals. He now had gone to flats to make walking a lot more simple, though they did not flatter his rear end at all. Quickly, he strode to where Eric and the others had been seated and much to his surprise, they were still there waiting. Well, at least Cartman was.
Eric was a bit surprised himself that the lovely singer had returned to his table, "So sweet cheeks, I didn't catch your name?" He looked at her with his deep chocolate eyes, taking in every bit of the beautiful woman. There was this familiar air to her, but he couldn't just put his finger on it.
"Ma..Marjorine!" Butters giggled happily, watching the expression on Cartman's face change.
"What a weird name for such a pretty face…" He shrugged, flagging down one of waitress's. "Ey- get me two jager bombs, and what about for you?" Eric turned to Marjorine.
"I'll take my usual, Sherry." Butters replied as the waitress headed off to fetch the drinks. "So I take it the guys you were with are the reason you came?" He shifted himself into a more comfortable position on the seat, legs crossed daintily in front of him. There was a certain layer of confidence that had grown in the little blonde over time each time he talked to people in his female persona.
There was so much Eric wanted to know, but didn't even know where to begin. Talking to women in general had never been an easy task, not without wanting to call them a stupid hoe or treating them poorly. But this Marjorine girl was on a whole new level all together. Where did he even begin without seeming like a complete douchebag?
Butters twirled a long, yellow curl around his index finger, "Well they had something to do with it. I was originally not that interested, at least not until I saw your lovely face." Those usually pale cheeks lit up red at the compliment, "Then that voice… that very sexy voice." He pulled out his wallet to pay the waitress, a brown quirking at the blonde's choice in drinks.
"You're so kind. And you never told me your name." Butters decided it'd be best to pretend he didn't know Eric at all, at least until things bore into fruition.
"How rude of me, name's Cartman, but you can call me Eric." He said with a playful grin on his lips. The brunette pulled out his wallet, paying the waitress when she brought them their drinks. Chubby fingers wrapped around the jager bomb glass and downed it quickly. "So how long you gonna be performing here?"
"I only sing here and one other venue. I try to keep things local." Butters admitted, "So if you ever wanna come and see my show again, let me know." That sugary sweet smile played across his lips.
"Local huh? How come I've never seen you before? South Park's a pretty small place you know." Eric pointed out, watching Butters turn away.
"You see, I just moved here from Denver. I don't usually go out much aside from home and to the bars I'm singing at." That was a complete lie, but he couldn't have Eric unveiling the truth too soon. Butters had long since moved out of his old house and was on his own. He hadn't been hanging out around his old friends since he got that little apartment down town.
Eric pondered as to why the heck this girl looked so damn familiar. "You sure? I swear I've seen you somewhere before…" He tossed back his first shot with ease. "And it's so funny… this guy Butters dressed up as a girl and we called him the name Marjorine. Such a strange coincidence."
Butters' eyes widened as Eric found one small connection between his persona and who he really was. "That's all just a coincidence though." He giggled softly, sipping at his mojito.
"Yeah, Butters is such a little gay wad." Eric licked his lips and gently rested his chin in his hand. This talking to chicks thing was really strange, but in a good way. At least this one wasn't making it difficult, she actually made it feel like he was just talking to the guys in a way.
The blonde couldn't help but wince a bit at his normal self being called something so fowl. "Is he really that bad?" Butters leaned over to look straight into Eric's eyes.
Silence followed the question for a few moments, "He's not… there's really no sense in saying that he's completely insufferable." Eric admitted, "In a way, he's annoyingly cute." There wasn't any harm in telling a girl that he'd probably never see again.
"So you find this Butters fella cute?" His cute little accent began to crack through when he spoke and the tubby boy caught on.
"A bit… totally don't know why…" He admitted, pretty embarrassed to find anyone of his own gender cute. "How the hell did you hide that cute little accent so well?" Eric blinked, "It's fitting of you." Things we slowly fitting into place in, beginning to figure out little things; piece by piece.
"I-I just kinda figured out a way to h-hide it I guess…" Butters tapped his index finger together cutely as he watched the 'AH-HA!' moment hit Cartman like a sack of bricks.
"BUTTERS?!" He downed his shot, "You son-of-a-bitch!" It was too late for take-backsies, his little crush was out in the open. "How the hell did you get so hot?!" Those plump cheeks were red from anger and embarrassment. He had fallen into a trap that he could not get out of, well he didn't want to get out of. The guys were gone, so perhaps being honest would be the more adult way of dealing with things.
A smile crossed his lips, "Well since ya asked so nicely…" Butters giggled, happy to have Eric's attention in a more beneficial light. "All the money I saved up went to improving my self-image. You guys always made me feel so bad about myself." He looked down at his feet.
"Still stupid and naïve, Butters." Eric shook his head, "You never figured it out. I had to tell you flat out tonight. I liked you the way you were before and the way you are now." The same waitress came back round to bring Eric two more jager bombs.
The blonde watched Eric down his third one, "Well… I do have to go home soon. I wouldn't mind a little bit of company. That is if you're interested." The brunette smirked at Butters.
"Oh if you insist." Eric got up off the bar stool, leaving to tip for the waitress. He strode quickly to Butters and slipped a hand around his. "My car or yours?"
"Mine. I haven't drank nowhere near as much as you." Butters insisted, leading the way to his vehicle.
-Ch. 1. End-