Author's Note: This is inspired by FindoWorld's Art Of Star and Marco after the Blood Moon Ball, the ending we sorta all wanted….

General Pov

Marco stood leaning against the balcony, the pale moonlight splashing light against his sombrero, his mask in the shadow, giving him the impression that he was guilty.

"No! You! You're infuriating!" Shouted Star as she chucked her shoes towards Marco, only to have them fly past his face and land somewhere in the garden.

"Me?" asked Marco, "I was just trying to help-

"You don't trust me to do things by myself. I'm 14." Shouted Star, "I can handle a demon, I know you're trying to look out for me, but you have to let me figure things out on my own." She sighed, "I don't need a hero. I need a friend."

"But maybe some heroism will help.." Exclaimed Marco.

Marco's POV

His Mind racing, with sweat on the back of his neck, he slowly laced his fingers with star's.

Star's POV

At first she was puzzled at his response, until she felt his fingers slowly lace with her own, "25% Heroism" Marco whispered in her mind.

Marco's POV

"Now or never…" Marco thought to himself, leaning slightly forward and pushing his hand towards star's waist, their fingers still laced, the blush now visible as the mask slipped off his face and fell to the floor with a clatter, the pale moonlight reflecting off it into Star's face.

Star's POV

She felt warmth flood into her cheeks, "What is he playing at?" she silently thought to herself, as he leaned slightly over her, and pushed their hands close to her waist, "50% heroism…" Marco teased, his voice echoing through from the back of Star's Mind.

Marco's POV

He gulped, as he leaned forward, their faces barely a few centimeters away from touching, the blush evident on both of their faces, as he then paused.

Star's POV

She watched as he gulped, and then proceeded to lean even more forward, the gap between their faces shortened to a mere few centimeters, she could feel his breath on her neck as he approached, but stopped with only a short distance.

By this point she knew what he wanted, No, what she wanted, what they both wanted, she noticed that the blush on his face made the cute Latino boy look even more cute in his Tuxedo.

She cupped her one hand around his face and placed the other dangling over his shoulder, before pulling him in, with their lips crashing into one another.

General POV

To say that the Latino boy and the Magical Interdimensional Princess were happy would be an understatement, there were sparks flying as the pair intermingled, whether it was because of the fact that their souls were bound, or just how used they were to each other, It was not surprisingly hard for them to do so, It felt like breathing, Inhale, Exhale, Repeat.

When the pair finally broke apart to breathe, they smiled at each other, Marco's arms still around Star's waist, as well as Star's arms around Marco's neck.

"I think It was a good thing that I went to that Ball…" Exclaimed Marco with a mischievous gleam in his eye.

"Oh just shut up at let's do that again!" Said Star, her serious tone from before replaced with her normal bouncy energeticness, as she pulled Marco close once again, as for a split second, anyone who was watching (Aka the Diaz's) could've sworn that they flickered out of existence, and were a single blood red soul, just for a second, just a second….

Author's Note: So… that was fun to write, what do you want me to write about next? Post your Headcanons in the reviews, until then.

Silver, OUT!