Hellllllloooo fanfiction Author, being an author. A million thank yous for every single review, favorite, and follow i get. You readers are the best and you make so happy to write for all of you! Seriously you readers rule!
a special thanks to H mae: I am really happy you liked this completely shot in the dark experiment, this was random and it will have a few more chapters. Hopefully Marco gets his ending and Star gets her Marco. at the moment, i do not know if it will be a stand alone given how many i have already in the works. We shall see
SVTFOEfanatic: this is not the end though this is being shelved for a bit. Hopefully Marco can pull himself together. Thank your review! hope you like this chapter too.
FanfictionforDayz: Excited? i am very happy, i wasn't sure how well this was going to go and i am very surprised and excited at all the support you've all shown. thank you so much!
Imaginetisc: I am so happy enjoyed this story. you made me curious how you think this story ends now.
Goldenflash: Thank you so much for your kind words. I've got dozens of AU's stacked up hidden away in my computer and i could write for a long time. Thank you for your support and i hope you keep enjoying the stories!
Grim: there's a part 3 but it'll be awhile. Marco needs his rest after such a devastating reveal.
Sugheman: I'm glad these help us all get through the lack of official Starco in our lives. I am a starco pusher and we must survive until it returns!
IDC314:: Thank you for your kind words and support! i am honored you like my stories enough to draw them. Thank you so much. This isn't part 3 but i hope you enjoy it all the same.
Snip: No worries, it still will go on...some time soon. Kinda want to work on my last requests and cheer up marco.
Jv2en3: thanks for the review. i love seeing new reviews, makes me happy in all kinds of ways. Thank you so much for your kind words. I would be nothing without all you amazing readers. I hope this chapter is to your liking.
There are some questions at the end i got tagged by H mae to answer. I'm suppose to tag 11 people but i'll just have you wonderful people decide if you want to answer my questions i have for you or not.
Also a special mention, Fanfictionfordayz has written a goofy, sweet inducing Starco called on his you are my wish come true about a kissing booth. All his stories great but this is the one that made me puke they all did but this one was really too cute and it also inspired me to do my own version, if that's cool with fanfiction. Please check it out and prepare from some sweetness overload. great job fanfictionfordays! keep it up! i'll leave you a review soon!
So quickly, this AU is about an arranged Marriage. Star is forced to marry Marco who she hasn't seen in 7 years and the last time they meet, it was not under the best of conditions. I had a lot of fun writing this, a light version of the dual perspectives. but i do feel it is a little weak but it is what it is. Any case i do hope you enjoy it, let me know what you think about it.
Also Marco and Star's cover names are two of my favorite characters from a certain mini-series i am debating about turning into a series of oneshots. if you can figure it out, please let me know what you think of the idea.
So that's about it for me. thank you all so much, you are incredible people and readers and without you, i would have no one to write for and thus nothing to write. Keep being amazing! let me know what you think, so enjoy and i own nothing!
14 year old Star Butterfly let an angry scream, tossing any and everything she could onto the floor. Even huffing and puffing, a face of pure rage, she looked beautiful in her light and naval blue royal dress.
She tugged at her golden locks, she stomped her feet, cracking several of her possessions in half as she kept struggling to form solid, audible words.
"Icjak yous -he lsjsljf fdj here and gfhs fsh" Star pulled hair her tightly before falling face first onto her bed.
"She's taking this rather well" Her father King Butterfly nodded, surprised at his daughter's calm reaction.
"Agreed" Queen Butterfly murmured coolly., eyes narrowing at Star's unruly behavior.
Star's face rose from the bed, her blue eyes peering intently at her parents before shifting into a glare.
"NO!" she shouted, rising to her feet once more, pouting as she slammed her foot against the floor over and over again "NO, NO, NO!"
"Star, sweetie..." King Butterfly began but Star just shook her head repeating once more "NO!"
"Star, please..."
"NO!" She shook her head wildly
"Star..."
"NO, NO, NO I WON'T MARRY HIM!"
Queen Butterfly simply stepped forward, Star's instinctive fear of her mother taking over and lulling the girl into a respectful silence.
"This has been decided years ago" Queen Butterfly told her daughter, her tone making it very clear this was not up for debate "You are going to marry him and that is final"
Star could feel bitter tears in her eyes, her hearts upon her cheek transforming from their natural whole state to heartbroken pieces with a stormy rain cloud drowning them in an endless torrent.
"Star stop overreacting. This isn't the end of the world" her mother chastised, turning away before her daughter could upset her further.
"No" Star thought bitingly "It's just the end of mine"
"Star, honey" Her father said, taking a step forward as he tried to calm daughter
Star burst into tears, rushing to her father and burying herself deep into his chest.
King Butterfly frowned uneasily, holding his child while her sobs soaked into his uniform.
"It's not fair! I only met him once! Why can't I pick who I want to marry? other girls get to pick who they're going to spend the rest of their life with!"
She pulled back, her blue eyes dull and faded "Why can't I?"
"This marriage will be good for the kingdom, for your people Star..."
Star hung her head in shame. She knew as the princess of Mewni, she could not be selfish. Everything she did must benefit the people she was born and raised to serve. Even at the cost of many and often under appreciated, personal freedoms. Including marrying for love. Everyone wanted to be the princess but nobody knew the true burden such a title was ingrained with.
"Besides" Her father patted her shoulders softly "I heard Prince Diaz has grown into a fine lad. Smart, handsome and eager to meet you!"
Star's face of acceptance did not match her internal scoffing at the name Prince Diaz. He was about the future king of Mewni, one of the most prosperous, powerful and well respected kingdoms in all the land with Star as trophy wife he would no doubt mistreat and break but she was forever bond to his side.
"Sounds great...dad" Star couldn't keep the disbelief out of her voice but her father did not seem to noticed, grinning at her brightly before leaving her to her thoughts.
Star let out a depressed sigh, plopping onto her bed, staring at the ceiling in defeat, the bright yellowish blue stars she painted as a child and the blood red moon gem her father cut directly into the ceiling, basking her in its red glow brought her no solace.
She had met Marco only once when they were children.
She had just turned 7 years old, an adorable mass of cute and spunk that few adults could deal with properly. Her trademark hearts hadn't came in yet but everyone knew Star's name. Often because they were shouting at her, attempting to stop her from climbing the roof, stealing gold from goblins, or picking fights with the king's personal wolf.
Marco, she grudgingly admitted, was cute. He had light brown hair with equally light brown eyes. He was a skinny thing that looked like he hardly got out into the sun and he did not like Star.
During the week visit the Diaz royal family had came to visit, Star sought out the prince insistently, eager that she finally could play with someone new!
The problem was Marco avoided her like the plague. He refused to make eye contact with her, flushed red and his breathing became heavy with anger whenever Star hugged him from out of nowhere, actively attempted to hide from her, actually scurrying off to find a new place whenever she found him.
Over all he acted like he was far too mature and good to hang out with her and it irked (And hurt) Star deeply. She hoped this prince would be different than the others but he turned out to be almost a big a jerk as Tom! Though at least Tom actually talked to her. If you call berating and putting her down talking...
The only remotely positive memory she associated with Prince Diaz was the night before his departure.
Star just stole her father's prized necklace, gift given to him by her mother. Her father gave chase, eyes focused on his little girl, mouth locked in a determined but slightly upset frown. Of course at the time Star thought he was upset. She later found out that her father would put on that face while chasing her as of a way of playing with her.
As Star slid under tables, leapt over railings, bouncing every which way to avoid her father gaining on her, she remembered turning around the corner before tripping on a loose rug. Her tiny little arms flailed before she slammed straight into someone, sending them both tumbling to the floor. Star groaned out in pain, head spinning from the rush of motions she wasn't used to. That's when a hand appeared before her and offered her to help her to her feet.
She took it and was surprised to find the prince on the other end of it. They shared a moment of...reflection before Marco ruined it, pulling his hand away like she was infected with a nasty disease and his cheeks dusted with that familiar angry red hue. Star frowned at him, sending a glare his way before the shouting of her father echoed from behind her,
"Move it jerk!" She yelled at him, bending forward to pick up her father's necklace before pushing past Marco and racing off to her sanctuary.
The prince's voice called from behind but she was much too angry (and hurt) to listen.
When she got to her room, she let out a giggle before jump onto her body, happy with her successful theft.
As she laid on the bed, staring at those ancient paintings of stars and the blood red moon gem winking at her as the moon rose into position, she couldn't help but feel sad
"Why doesn't any prince like me?"
She let out a crushed sigh. Her mother told her one day she would have marry a prince and they would spend the rest of their lives together.
Star thought of every prince she met and realized she wasn't looking forward to being stuck with any of them. Especially not that stuck-up meanie pants Prince Diaz.
Star brought her crushed fist to her face before opening her closed hand. Her eyes widened. In her mad rush she not only had her father's blue diamond necklace clutched in her chubby hands, she accidentally picked up another item.
It was a beautifully crafted star pin. A golden outline with with a swirl of red and blue mixing together in a beautiful spiral in the middle. It was incredible pretty and Star could feel her eyes widen at amazing.
There was a cough at her door and Star dropped the pin and necklace onto the bed. She sat up only to see Marco standing at her door, looking everywhere but at her.
"Oh, it's you" she muttered unexcited at her guest , steadily getting angry at the fact he still refused to meet her gaze "What do you want?"
Marco coughed before pointing at her bed "You took my pin" his voice controlled carefully, not even giving her the tiniest bit of emotion.
Star snapped. She put up an entire week of this and she wasn't going to take it anymore.
"You want it so much" Star stood on her bed, taking the pin into her hands while praying to every deity she could think of that her parents wouldn't walk by and see her "Come here and get it!"
Marco still refused to look at her, not willing to play so childish a game
"Come scaredy cat!" Star felt a hint of guilt. She had never been so mean but she couldn't take Prince Marco's behavior any more "or do you want me to keep it?"
Marco finally caught her gaze and she was surprised to see a wealth of emotion in those light brown eyes.
Marco rushed directly at her, with a speed and ferocity that seemed impossible for the young man. Star was startled and by the time she had recovered Prince Marco climbed onto of her bed and had gently gripped her hands in attempt to pry his pin from her.
The struggle was intense but brief. Star pushed Marco forward, his hand grabbing onto hers and dragging her down with him.
There was a soft thud of the bed and Star found herself pinning down the young prince,
"HA!" she exclaimed before getting her first proper look at the young boy.
The moon rose into position, covering both Star and Marco with a soft , almost supernatural red light.
"umm..." The word escaped Star's mouth before she realized it but Marco's appearance threw her off.
His light brown eyes seemed charming and lively at this range, catching the red rays in a hypnotizing fashion.
His light brown hair blew softly each time he left a strained breath, flowing back and forth. Star wanted to touch it to see if it was a soft as it looked.
His right cheek had the cutest little mole she can not believe she had never noticed before.
Under her hands, she found not thin noodle arms but rather thick, developing muscle.
Marco looked like someone had hit him with a shovel and as the light of the blood red moon faded into regular moonlight, Marco made his move
With surprising strength, he lifted Star off, sending her into a shock state before carefully putting her down on the bed.
She said nothing as Marco retrieved his pin and hurriedly made his way out of the room.
Present day Star laid sprawled on the very place the memory she was lost in took place.
She let another angry shout.
Tomorrow they were to be wed. Literally the next day. No time for a meet and greet or how you look better since I saw you 7 years ago, change your asshole attitude yet?
She let out once final sigh before her eyes caught sight a tattered old cloak and mask.
"I can't marry Prince Diaz if I'm not here" she muttered to herself, slipping out of her clothes.
Marco shrieked away slowly, the sounds of Star's rampage telling him she was not happy that the wedding had not only been pushed up, but was happening tomorrow.
"Give her some time Prince Diaz" Queen Butterfly told him gently, throwing a dirty look towards her daughter's room as the rampage quiet down.
"That's okay" Marco muttered softly "I'll talk to her some other time."
Marco slowly made his way back to the guest room on the other side of the hall, his red and black military uniform failing its goal of impressing Star.
Marco had met Star once, 7 years ago when they were both children.
Marco was a terribly shy boy growing up, preferring to stay inside and read rather play outside with the other princes and princesses who routinely made fun of him and mocked his thin stature and frame.
"Safe kid, safe kid. Rather read than be a proper kid!" they teased through the window.
The princesses were worst, often calling him a loser and a poor excuse for a prince. Told him he was going to die alone and that nobody would ever want him.
Marco's social skills were poor for many years as a result of the kids brutal torment and unfortunately it was during that time frame that he met his future bride to be Star Butterfly.
When he was told he was going to be wed to princess Butterfly when they both of them turned 14, needless to say he a bit shell shocked.
"ME, married?!"
Okay, very shell shocked. The idea that anyone willing to marry him nothing more than a dream, one pushed far away from reality due to his treatment at the hands of others.
"Yes, make a good impression on her. She is a lovely girl and I am sure you two will be the best of friends."
Marco doubted that. All princesses were the same. They wanted the strong, dumb, pretty boys who could care less about anyone's feelings and just wanted to pick on those weaker than themselves. Like Marco
But he decided if he was going to be married to her (Still a foreign concept in his head today) he should at least get to know her.
At first, Star was nothing like the other princesses. She was adorably cute, with her blonde hair held together by twin ponytails, her blue eyes excited at the sight of everything and anything and her lively energy. And most importantly, she was very kind.
And of course Marco screwed it up.
Somehow Star terrified him, crossing into his personal space repeatedly, actively sought him out of her own free will, randomly ambushing him with warm, gentle hugs that just made him melt. Marco had no idea how to deal with it. He couldn't make eye contact with her, his face turning into a shy and embarrassingly red mess every time she drew near. He ran from her, this new situation both making him feel happy, scared and confused. He had known but malice and mistreatment from the other royal children so when kindness was shown to him, he did not have experience to draw from on how to handle these new situations. He only knew one way to deal with anything: Run and hide.
He remembered the one memory of Star he could never forget. She had crashed into him and like a true gentleman, he helped her to her feet, unaware at that moment it was the first time he touched his future bride.
When her wide, blue eyes stared at him in amazement, he felt like a spotlight was shining down on him. He held her hand, marveling how soft it felt under his touch. Suddenly he didn't want to let go of the princess's hand.
The princess!
He let go of her hand like it was boiling, fearfully she was going to start calling him names for such a bold act.
"Move it jerk!"
Marco's teared up as she shoved passed him. Now he really had done it.
He sighed, ready to retreat to his room when he noticed his lucky star pin was missing!
It was gift from his mother. A special one. His mother told him that his true love would steal the pin from him, unaware of what she had done and when Marco took it back from her, they were meant to be and bonded for life.
It was rather silly but gave him hope for the future...a little anyway.
The young boy craved so badly that there was someone out there for him but the other kids made it clear nobody would willingly want him, not even Star appeared thrilled at the idea of marrying him.
"STAR!" he cried out, realizing he held the pin in his hand before Star crashed into him.
Star did not respond and with a nervous step, Marco raced after her.
He approached her room slowly, just in case she was still angry at him. He coughed, his throat dry from the sudden burst of running.
"Oh. It's you" a cold voice muttered from within."What do you want?"
Marco let out sigh, looking anywhere but at the girl as not to enrage her further.
"You took my pin" Marco meekly replied, pointing at the glittering pin winking at him from her bed.
"You want it so much" Star shouted, standing on her bed as if remind Marco how insignificant he was "Come here and get it!"
Marco refused to look at her. His mother taught him never to fight a girl. Well not to fight anyone. It was mean and not very nice at all.
"Come scaredy cat!" She taunted further "or do you want me to keep it?"
Marco felt a rush of anger towards Star. He just wanted the pin back. The one his true love was supposed to take from him without knowing and he was supposed to take it back. Star knowingly took it just to spite him. She wasn't any different than the other princesses, she was just as bad as the rest of them! Maybe worse!
Marco rushed as fast as he could towards the girl, catching her off guard and nearly managing to nearly grab the necklace away from her person.
The fight was intense but short, Marco unwilling to use his full strength against Star even if she was a meanie head.
He fell backwards, Star crying out in victory as he reached for her hand, grabbing it and pulling her down with him.
He remembered closing his eyes, the impact of the bed far softer than he had expected.
When opened his eyes again, he was greeted with a beautiful sight never once matched by anything else he would ever see.
Star was cloaked in a soft, ruby red light, her blue eyes widen and surprised but enticing to him. Her long, yellow blonde hair seemed to shine in whatever the light was. He felt a moment of surprise when he realized Star was holding him down, her soft fingers touching his exposed forearms.
The light turned back to the normal silver and before either could properly processed what happened, Marco snatched his pin back, running away from Star before he embarrassed himself further.
Present day Marco sighed. He was marrying a girl he hadn't known in years. Tomorrow. No meet and greet. No, hey not a mean bitch anymore?
Marco turned to see his riding cloak and a mask his father must've brought along for some unknown purpose.
"...I need some fresh air."
Star climbed the outer castle wall with easy. She kept telling her mother to install more sentries or wall eater plants or she was going to sneak out one day. Like she currently was.
"This is why you should listen to me more mom!" Star mumbled under her breath, her body straining to reach the very top and careful not to put too much weight backwards or the regular vines that grew here would snap and sending her falling to the floor.
Star strained her body one last time, moving her feet over the top of the wall before scooting herself forward, free falling into the little village that surrounded the castle.
Star landed on her feet, stumbling for a moment due to the momentum that had dispersed everywhere upon her landing.
She let out a sigh of relief when she heard another plop nearby, just behind her in fact!
Star swung her leg around, aiming right for whoever dared to sneak up on her.
Star felt a moment of fear when the person managed to grab her attack mid-swing, her strength unable to overpower his.
Marco put her foot down before falling into a fighting stance. Why was there a hooded girl attacking him? He literally just left the castle.
"What is your deal?" Marco cried, clearly annoyed, his simple white tunic and black leggins peering out from under his long, black cloak.
"My deal!" Star shouted back, her cape swishing backwards to reveal a humble blue dress and black leggings underneath."You snuck up on me!"
Marco let out shout of disbelief "I just came from the top of the castle wall, how could I..."
Marco covered his mouth quickly. He wasn't suppose to reveal he was from the castle.
Star paused for a moment "You're coming out of the castle too?"
Marco caught on quick "Did you escape too?"
The pair marveled at each other silently, unwilling to believe someone else had the same idea to escape the castle.
"Who are you?" Star took a step back in case this strange man tried anything.
Marco bit his lip before giving into his training and manners.
He pulled the hood back
Star looked wearily at the man, no teen in front of her. Light brown hair glowed softly under the pale light, light brown eyes stared at her curiously from behind a black domino mask, the ones superheroes often wore.
"my name is M...Wirt. One of Prince Marco's guardsman." He bowed.
Star slowly removed her hood "I'm not a fan of Prince Marco. I am Beatrice, one of princess Star's handmaidens..."
Like Marco, this Beatrice was wearing a domino mask, her long blonde hair flowing freely behind her, two crystal blue eyes staring intently at him as a pink heart upon each cheek graced his eyes.
"You don't look like a Beatrice" Marco started, arms crossed unimpressed.
"What kind of name is Wirt?" Star shot back, hands on her hips defensively.
There was a moment of silence before the two burst into laughter.
"Wirt? Seriously?"
"Beatrice does not fit a girl like you"
The two smiled at each other, somehow comfortable with each others presence despite having just met each other in the worst way possible.
"So...one of Princess Star's handmaidens?" Marco started, seeing a chance to get more about his future bride.
"umm...yep" Star replied "You're one of Prince Marco's guardsman? What are you doing out here?"
Marco scoffed "I could ask you the same thing Beatrice!"
Star bit her lip nervously, settling on telling the truth. At least half of it "Fresh air. It...it gets really stuffy in the castle and Princess Star is very nervous about tomorrow"
"Likewise. Prince Marco is incredibly scared about it."
"Why?" Star got defensive "He's about to get everything he wants. Power, a beautiful wife, respect. Why is he scared?"
Marco looked away, gaze distance "Not what he really wants"
Star scoffed "What on Earth could the soon to be most powerful teen want more than all those things?"
"Someone to love him"
Star couldn't stop from pulling back a little bit.
Marco sighed tiredly, eyes still away from hers "He was broken boy when he met Princess Star. Teased mercilessly. he...he didn't know how to explain anything, how to talk to anyone and he met the princess during the worst time of his life...he's afraid Princess Star would be very unkind to him. Especially given her recent rant."
Star let out a soft O. Marco heard her. She shifted guilty
"I don't think he's got too much to worry. Star is a good girl. She's just a little impatient sometimes...She confused Prince Marco's behavior when they were younger for...something else. If he explained it to her, I'm sure she'll listen"
"He's tried"
"He should try one more time. I think she'll listen this time...do you think they could work?"
"He's an okay guy. Even if they don't love each other, they could work something out"
Star muttered, wanting to believe it to be true "Yeah...maybe."
An awkward silence ensured, the two important members of the royal wedding trying to internal what they had just learned about the other. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad
The two turned to each other and muttered shyly at the same time.
"So Beatrice"
"I'm sorry I should..."
"Oh..." Disappointment was etched all over Marco's face. He was hoping to spend more time with Beatrice in hopes of learning more about his future bride but it appears she wanted to get away from him as quickly as possible. Story of his life.
Star bit her lips nervously upon seeing Wirt's eager face disappear into disappointment. He clearly wanted to hang out with her and Star admitted she would like a little company
"Umm...so Wirt?" Star began, trying to ignore how foreign that name sounded on her tongue "Since you're new to town, how about I show you around?"
Marco shifted uneasily under her gaze, it was clear this was out of pity. "No, no it's okay I don't want to bother you."
"I don't mind. I don't want to go to the castle yet. it...it's pretty tense"
Marco agreed "Okay Beatrice...umm lead the way!"
The two smiled tensely at each other, vowing to learn as much as they could about their future spouse.
And forgot all about everything that wasn't the other person by their side as they began to hang out even more.
Marco had to admit Beatrice was fun, caring, smart, lively, beautiful and just a breath fresh air. The two of them felt so...natural together.
She grabbed onto his hand, tightly holding on as she began showing him Mewni and it seemed like she knew every street, every place that served excellent food, where the most beautiful plants could be fun and the best places to watch the moon.
His favorite moment so far was without a doubt when she forced him into an eating contest, never taking her eyes off him as he began disgustingly shoving down as many pieces of chicken wings as he could like he was the most interesting thing in the world.
His heartbeat fast when they accidentally angered some guards and without a second thought, she latched onto him, pulling him this way and that into an endless maze until they found a small niche to hide in, breathing heavily while staring deeply into each others eyes, his hand on her waist, her hands on his chest. Just waiting for the guards to pass on by.
Marco was falling for the handmaiden behind the mask.
Star knew she was in trouble when began using any excuse to touch Wirt's hand. Showing him around Mewni, tapping his right arm rapidly as she showed him the best spots to sit and be. Even reaching for it, holding onto it while they made their down the street. Two masked people out for a stroll. Even thinking about it felt natural to Star.
Wirt was kind, gentlemanly, handsome, sweet, caring and considerate.
Star suddenly felt warm at the idea of merely being in the presence of Wirt, no matter how strange his name was.
Star flushed uncontrollably as Wirt surprised her with an ice cream cone. Her favorite favorite vanilla with rainbow sprinkles. She turned to him, eyes watching carefully as he contently eat his own chocolate ice cream, seemingly happy just to be next to her, a girl he just met.
Star flushed. He had gotten her her favorite flavor and topping...like he knew her.
Star let out a sigh, catching Marco's attention.
Marco gently placed his to the side, rising to his feet and offering to pick up Star up.
"Wirt, what are you doing?" Star asked the guardsman.
Marco just smiled in response, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes "How about you grab my hand and find out Bea?"
Star hesitantly held his hands, curious but nervous about what the guardsman had in mind.
Marco lifted Beatrice to her feet, holding one hand tightly in his own while the other held onto her waist, slowly swaying back and forth.
Star flushed as she began slowly dancing with Wirt, her hand snugly fitting with his own, the other holding down on his well developed shoulder.
As Marco twirled the handmaiden back and forth, he wondered where all this had came from. Was the mask which held his true identity a secret? Was the fact that he just was too worried about tomorrow, living today in a wild hope that the sun would never rise? Maybe it was the fact he felt so connected, so in sync with the girl. The handmaiden.
Star admitted this was crazy. She was dancing with a complete stranger, under the pale moonlight, onto of a rooftop on the night before her wedding! It was insane, ridiculous!
And why did it feel like the best night of her life? Why did it feel like Wirt was the perfect fit? That she just wanted this night to go on and on, forever trapped in this moment with Wirt, dancing the night away with someone she felt so close to. So in sync with.
Marco twirled Beatrice this way and that way, this way and that way, the space closing between them each passing second while he held her waist, spinning them around in a dance that felt as fast as their heartbeats.
His heart was racing, his palms were sweating. He couldn't be falling for this girl. He just met her! Today! He was getting married tomorrow. This...this couldn't be happening.
Star wrapped her arms around Wirt's neck, carefully drawing him in as his hands wandered downward and found themselves on her waist.
This wasn't real. She was falling for the guardsman when she was supposed to be getting ready to marry the prince! Why did it feel so right dancing in the middle of the night?
They stopped as one, peering deeply into the others eyes.
"...can I...remove your mask?" Marco asked quietly, shyly.
Star nodded, lost in a trance "if I can remove yours..."
Marco went first, carefully bring his hands to her face, his soft touch sliding against her cheeks, sending a warm feeling coursing through her body.
He pulled the mask away and found himself staring at the most beautiful girl he ever laid his eyes upon.
Her bright, sky blue eyes stared at him in shock as if some grand secret was revealed. Her hearts on her cheeks looked even better freed of the mask.
"You're beautiful" Marco muttered, unable to shake off the somehow familiar sight before him.
Star flushed realizing he hadn't recognized her as the princess. "It's your turn"
She reached slowly, her incredibly gentle touch caused his cheeks to flare up. She pulled the mask away, staring into chocolatey brown eyes that felt like she was sinking in them, light brown hair that danced familiarly around her memories.
"You're very handsome." Marco gave a small chuckle, she had no idea he was the prince.
Marco gulped, leaning in just a bit "I'd like to kiss you...i...if that's okay with you?"
Star nodded "It's okay with me...I want that too..."
The two leaned in, meeting halfway in a soft embrace, their lips lightly touching each other, unsure if it was the thrill of the situation or the fact they had fallen for the other in a span of a few hours...
The two began moving their lips greedily against one another, unable to get enough of this joyous feeling. It felt so right, so perfect, like two broken halves were completed at last.
It was simply perfect.
The clock tower rang loudly, its bells chiming that it was now midnight.
The two pulled away shock and surprise all over their faces.
How did they let it get this far? How did this happen? They couldn't do this, they had their people to think of.
"I'm sorry" Marco apologized.
Star shook her head "I'm sorry"
"We should..."
"Get back..."
the pair was silent as they made their way back to the wall, Marco helping Beatrice up, unable to say good bye to the only girl who ever understood and cared for him.
Star looked down at the guardsman, heart heavy with regret as she simply flung herself into the castle walls, unwilling to say good bye to the one person who seemed to know her best.
The two pair made their way back to their rooms, slumped against their bedroom doors, silently crying, while letting out a whisper at the idea of their lost love.
"Why can't I have a happy ending?"
Marco stood there, well dressed in his clothing, staring into the veiled covered face of Princess Star.
He shifted uneasily, eyes wandering for the Beatrice the handmaiden but she was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps it was for the best. The shock Marco kissingStar might be took much for the poor girl to bear.
Star took deep calming breaths, standing across the blocked face of Prince Marco. This was for the good of her people, the good of her family even if it wasn't good for her.
A horrifying thought occurred to her! What if Wirt was out there? Standing nearby? About to see the young girl he had shared a sweet and tender kiss the night before was in fact the princess.
Star wanted to face palm herself. How could she be so reckless? So stupid? Now she was going to have to break Wirt's heart along with her own.
"Since we can't have a wedding without the groom and bride seeing each other at least once, Prince Marco, please remove the veil."
"Here we go" he muttered under his breath, fingers nervously clasping the ends of the veil, lifting it slowly as to better prepare himself.
Star closed her eyes, mentally preparing herself for a lifetime with a stranger.
"Maybe it won't be so bad" Marco and Star thought together as the wedding veil finally reached the top.
The crowd grinned happily, cheerful at the expression of pure shock and joy etched in both of their faces.
Marco took in every sight of the princess before him. Every line, bit of her smooth skin, her pink hearts, her blonde yellow hair done in ringlets. It hadn't been 7 years since he last saw her. It was just last night!
Star's eyes couldn't believe it, the smile lines, the chocolatey brown eyes, the seemingly soft brown hair gelled back, his cute little mole that she had seen but did not process. 7 years had gone by but she just saw him last night.
Marco blinked quickly, unsure if what he was seeing was real "Beatrice?"
Star tilted her head quizzically "Wirt?"
the priest coughed loudly "You're names are Prince Marco and Princess Star, remember?"
The two's face broke into matching grins, realization drawing on their faces as they muttered the others name softly as if an impossible dream had come true.
"Star..."
"Marco..."
The priest looked at them annoyingly "yes those are your names now..."
Marco took Star's hand, clasping them tightly while leaning closer, Star following the suit as the pair shouted in unity
"I DO!"
The priest rolled his eyes "I know pronounce you man and wife, you may now..."
they wasted no time, Star's arms wrapping around Marco's neck as Marco's hands found their way to Star's waist, their lips crashing together, eagerly awaiting to resume where they had left off the night before.
"Well, that went over well" King Butterfly murmured happily, holding on to his wife tightly.
"I told you they would both sneak out" King Diaz smiled brightly, leaning against his wife contently as Marco lifted Star high into the air and began twirling her around like he was never going to let her go.
Tagged by H mae.
Rule one: always post the rules. Rule two: answer the questions the person before you wrote, then eleven new ones. Rule three: tag eleven people
Questions: 1. Favourite colour? Blue
2. Most recent seen movie. Ant Man
3. Truth or dare? Both!
4. Favourite snack? Gummy Worms
5. Do you wish to go back in time? I like how i and the world came out so no thank you.
6. If you could have a superpower, what would it be? using mystical musical instruments to active different powers of reality...or the ability to create sushi out of thin air.
7. (In relation to the previous question) Why? Because their cool that's why!
8. Favourite T.V. show? Star vs the forces of evil (I've made that very clear haha)
9. Least favourite T.V. show? at the moment most things on fox
10. How do you overcome artists block? I write the story in different ways and styles until it clicks for me. if that doesn't work, i write random stories i don't plan to publish until my brain gets warmed up. if that falls, i sit in the dark listening to music, relaxing until the ideas come to me.
11. What inspires you? Life, art, music, comics, cartoons, nature. my readers, my fellow writers, artists, my friends, my family. everything inspires me.
my questions. Umm questions 1) favorite tv show? Question 2): What inspires you? Question 3): What is your favorite type of story genre? questions 4): What is your favorite show? Question 5): What is your favorite pairing? Question 6): Favorite type of music? Question 7) favorite video game character? question 8) what two pairings would you like have meet each other? Questions 9) Recently read book? questions 10) Favorite painting? Questions 11) What drives you?