Lateness, I know, it's hell. This little one shot I've got here today was actually supposed to go up about 5 days ago, and then BOOM! Work and school! It's actually really hard to write a decent chapter in one sitting, who knew? Hopefully the next chapter won't take as long to finish.

Last chapter got some pretty mixed reception so I'm gonna try and do a little better here! I've also got to give a thank you to EVAunit42 and Author Smimph for supplying ideas I can prompt into this one shot and the next, since my imagination has hit a rock solid wall. EPISODE 6! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMSTARCOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM! Haha, I'm kidding, it was all platonic.

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Deadshoot12345: Hey dude! Great to have you back after so long! You missed a lot of great stuff from this fandom, and hopefully you can catch up soon! And yes! Season two dude! It has caused hype amongst everyone with Starco tease! And lots of it!

Okay so brief summary before jumping in, this is an AU where Marco was born and raised in Mewni, and was accepted into the royal guard for the butterfly family. He and Star are still friends just not besties, since they aren't permitted to spend too much time together.

Thank you to everybody who has favorited/followed/reviewed this series, it means so much to me and I hope to keep you loyal readers happy with all chapters I produce. I don't own SVTFOE or any of its characters, I do however own the words Brochacho and Brochacha! Enjoy.

Lush green forestry was spread about, morning dew glistening in the sunlight of the trees and grass. Small birds flew by with insects hovering just above, looking to land on a nearby leaf or branch to rest. One creature with bat-like wings and a third eye housed between the first two dashed past in the wind as it ride the thermals in the atmosphere. A nest of birds sat on a sturdy branch, high above the ground and above most predators that waited below. The mother bird sat next to three smaller birds. Their feathers were a dark grey tint with haunting yellow eyes and a nail shaped, blue beak. The mammal became startled at the sound of tower bells chiming through the distance, they're sound being near harmonic upon first listen with their dulled tone being a pleasure to listening ears.

A pair of those ears were housed in a castle located in the centre of a distant village. A blonde haired girl in an elegant (but very poofy and uncomfortable) blue dress listened to the bells chime from the balcony of the west-most tower, her hands were balled against her chest while she gave all of her attention to the song of rusted metal. She hummed a nameless song to the tune, swaying back and forth against the railing on the edge.

A small breeze whistled past through her hair, she close her eyes and took a quiet sniff from the air, the rich scent of pollen and just the faintest hint of pastries. Most likely coming from the bakery stand down the trail (They had the best sausage rolls!). The girl opened her eyes once more to reveal her bright blue iris'. The view from the balcony went hand in hand with the chime of the bells, creating a sight to kill for. The forests were so large and vivid, with a large lake just behind it with water so clear, it could be seen as tinted glass.

There was also the sight of all the villagers from down below, with small children running through out the dirt based streets and heading out to the back of town, where there was a little more space to have some adventure. The girl felt a small smile curve upwards on her face as she rested her head in the palms of her hands, staring in awe at the sight she would never get tired of.

She could've stared for days at the silk blue sky and cotton clouds for hours if the knock against the doorframe behind her hadn't broken her little relaxation session.

"Miss Butterfly?" a male voice called from the inside. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

The girl felt her heart rate quicken at the sound of his voice. The small pink markings on her cheeks began to glow a light red as she turned around to see the person face to face. His eyes were the first thing she saw, a smooth caffeine colour with the neatly messed up hair on his head being close to matching, but was just the smallest bit of a shade darker. His skin was darker than hers, but it was a well balanced tone that suited his overall appearance. A small, yet adorable mole was pinned just underneath his right eye and there were a few scars shaped as claw marks below, next to his mouth.

Like most of the guards in her castle, he wore a finely crafted iron suit over his torso, with a set of black fabric covering his legs which he had made himself, calling them 'Jeans'. Apparently they were light weight and offered more mobility compared to the chain mail worn by most other guards. Underneath his armour sat a bright red piece of cloth, a hood folding out behind his head and a single, iron-gloved hand at the end of his right arm.

The girl felt a bit faint at that point. She had seen this guard around the palace more than a few times, and whenever they encountered one another, she would always get flustered. She didn't know why, but this guard was a little more special to her than the others, he was just that bit more relatable. Maybe it was because they were the same age... That and something else...

At that moment she had noticed that the guard was giving her an odd look, and then she realized that she had been staring at him for a while. Her cheeks began to flare red and she lightly coughed into her fist.

"I'm s-sorry... I didn't m-mean to stare." She babbled, her voice cracking from the embarrassment she felt. "Great work there Star!" she sarcastically thought to herself.

A moment of silence sat between the two. Star leaned herself backwards against the railing and folded her arms with a straight face, her eyes shifting from left to right. The guard stood there in the frame separating the balcony from what looked like her bedroom. Eventually he broke the silence.

"Uhhh... Don't worry about the staring Miss Butterf-"

Star cut him off there, raising a finger. "Uh-bup-bup! We've talked about this. You call me Star and I call you Marco." Star felt a little giddy saying his name. Her smile returning once again. Marco just rolled his eyes with a one sided grin, raising his hands and gesturing her to ease up.

"Alright, alright. But we should learn to keep this professional Star. I've already gotten a warning from her Majesty the queen about me using your first name." Marco explained, crossing his arms and leaning his shoulder against the wall.

Star waved him off, blowing a raspberry and walking into her room. "My parents aren't going to do anything. It's not like it's against the law to be friendly with you. What's the worst that could happen?"

Marco laughed lightly and shook his head at her antics. There was a reason he enjoyed their little conversations. "Well, if you take in the fact that your mother has been giving me death glares lately, and that your father has giving me advice on how to suave women, I'd say they think we're a little too friendly with each other. Which is against Mewni law. "

Star could feel the blush in her face worsen at the thought of dating Marco. Could her parents really think that? We're they that well suited to one another? Star did find Marco to be quite attractive, and while he was definitely a stingy one when it came to safety, he was mostly laid back and a fun person to be around. He was kind, compassionate, caring, even adventurous at points, seems like he'd be a must have for any girl. But Star just shook the thoughts out of her head and willed her reddened face to vanish.

Turning and walking over to her bedroom door, Marco opened it and gestured for her to head out first, which she did. Marco then followed suit, closing the door behind him and looking down the corridor outside of her room, large paintings and ornaments hung up against the wall. Each painting offered a different sight, ranging from bright and colourful to dark and bone chilling. Nothing really stood out in Marcos eyes, but he was never really an art person to begin with. He turned to his right to look at Star, but was met with empty space. He blinked in confusion and then looked to his left, still spotting nothing but an empty hallway.

Marco began to panic inside, if the king and queen found out he had lost their daughter he was definitely going to be set for execution. He could see the blade of an axe swinging down to his neck already, with the queen looking at him with a wicked grin. He clamped his palm around his throat softly, lightly rubbing at it and swallowing the lump inside his throat. He had to find her, and fast! Otherwise he'd be turned into Marco meatballs. You know, those actually don't sound half bad... Oh wait, is that cannibalism?

He put his hand to his head and tried to think of where she would go. Outside was the biggest possibility and there was also the option that she did the responsible thing and went to the throne room. While Star wasn't the best with authority and following instructions, she did know when there was a time to not fool around, becoming dead serious when that time came. It was almost intimidating seeing her like that. At the same time though, it was kinda cute. Seeing a normally goofy person act serious was usually laughable in a lot of ways, but Star was different. She managed to pull off the badass vibe and keep herself looking top notch in the process.

Marco's eyes went wide when he realized what he was thinking. A light tinge of red crept into his cheeks, his face growing warmer by the second. He knew he liked being Star's friend, but what he didn't know is if he liked her a little more than that. Marco threw the thoughts to the back of his mind, trying to think nothing of it, for Star's sake. Marco then decided he would head to the throne room first, knowing full well the risk if she wasn't there. And with that, he sprinted off to find his friend.

He was running for a few minutes, seeing practically no one aside from his fellow guards. They weren't as well trusted by the princess as he was but they don't seem to mind all that much. It was actually odd, because every now and then they would go have meetings in the main hall without him, and when he passed by he could hear whispers coming from inside. They usually talked about him and Star, referring to them as the "OTP" or something like that. The meetings never lasted long, but it was peculiar all the same.

"I should probably confront them later..." he thought aloud before turning the corner once more and crashing into something solid. Marco fell onto the concrete floor, the stone slabs beneath him clanging against his armour. He rubbed the part of his head that whipped itself against the floor. It didn't hurt that much but it hurt all the same. He groaned a bit as he leaned upwards and tried to get back to his feet.

"Sorry about that, I wasn't looking wh-"

When Marco was back on his feet, he saw who he had bumped into. It was a large anthropomorphic deer, his fur coloured light blue and an antler missing from his head. He wore a white tank top over his torso with leg wear similar to Marco's. Behind him stood a large cried of other creatures, ranging from frogs to flies, and even a couple of birds. The one who stood out the most though, was one of the pre-mentioned birds. He rode atop a giant bat with a large staff housed in his right hand. His feathers were a murky green and the tarps he wore looked like they hadn't been taken off at least once since he got them, with a large skull cap on his head that completed the look.

Marco stared at the bird with a look as if he were about to say something, but didn't as he hovered over the deer man's head. The bird had a look on his face that someone would make after a really long term of silence after someone tried to make a joke but failed.

"So, I assume your one of this castles guards?" he asked. His voice was a little high and scratchy, that would probably get annoying after a while. Marco nodded his head slowly, still confused by what was happening.

"Okay... Well, we're going to have to hurt you now. Nothing personal, we just don't want you getting in our way later. Got a bit of a mission going on, trying to steal a wand." He mumbled. Marco knew what he was talking about, the royal magic wand was handed down to Star a few months ago. It is said to be a very lethal weapon, and he knew that would cause a little trouble amongst those who were power-hungry and wanted to take control of the kingdom. Fear is the fastest way to loyalty after all.

Marco looked to his left and saw a set of small silver daggers in there holsters framed on the wall. He felt a one sided grin make its way to his face as he walked towards the weapons.

"Well, before we do have our little rodeo, let's make it a little more fair. It's like, twelve against one."

The bird grunted in annoyance, "Fiiiine!" he whined, "What are you going to do exactly?"

Marco rocketed his gloved hand towards the glass protecting the daggers, effectively shattering it on impact. He then reached inside and took two matching blades and a belt that held their holsters. The blades were short and a reflective chrome, the wooden handles carved to make for easy grip. He spun one of the blades through his fingers as the monsters watched in awe. The speed and smooth movements making it apparent this wasn't he first time he had used knives.

Marco then held the daggers by their handles, blades popping out on the outermost sides of his fists as he gripped them in front of his chest, ready to battle. The bird lightly cackled at this.

"That's it? You think a couple kitchen knives are going to help you?" he asked, gesturing towards Marcos weapons of choice. Marco let his smile widen, a mischievous glare in his eyes. The bird shook his head at Marco's stupidity and then threw his hand into the air, signalling his men to prepare themselves for battle.

"Ready..."

The monsters got into position, waiting for their boss to give the signal. The bird-man showed a toothy smile, his cocky glare giving Marco confidence. He then threw his arm down and pointed directly at Marco.

"ATTAAAAAAAAACK!"

The monsters rushed forward charging directly at Marco with great speed, ready to turn him into a fine paste. Marco just let them come forward, the smile on his face nearly reaching his ears.

Meanwhile, about three seconds after Marco had left and turned down the hallway, Star walked out of her room with a brush in her hand and was stroking it through her long hair. Her mother always warned her about 'looking presentable' and she didn't want to peeve her off today, even though her version of "presentable" is looking like Mewni's next top model. Sometimes Star compares her to that one guy from the Earth dimension. Apparently he's extremely difficult to please and thinks himself above all others. What was his name again? Simon Cowell? Something like that anyway.

"Sorry Marco, my hair had a huge knot in it, so I had to brush it out before we went to see my parents. Otherwise my mom would've gone into this huge lecture about being proper and family legacy, yada yada yada... So we cool?"

Star looked away from her brush after finishing her explanation, a little caught off guard that her friend wasn't waiting in front of her, riding on top of a warnicorn and his hair blowing in the wind, baskets in romantic lighting as he held his hand out whispering, "Come, ride with me my darling."

Okay, so maybe thy was a bit much, but a girl can dream! Star snapped herself back to reality, her little fantasy being more of a distraction than intended. She took a quick look down each end of the corridor her room was located in, spotting no one. "He must've run off somewhere..." she thought to herself, a little hurt that he would go somewhere without telling her first.

"I guess it must've been important though. It's not like him to just vanish into thin air." She pondered, this time out loud, firmly believing that nobody was around to hear her. Star then blew a sulky raspberry and crossed her arms with slight annoyance. "Whatever, I guess... I need to go see my parents anyway."

So Star then began her journey to the throne room, only a few left turns from her door and a right by the kitchen. You couldn't miss the gigantic doors made of pure oak wood with golden accents trimmed around the edges. Star pushed one of the doors open with little to no effort, and took a quick peek inside to see if she had possibly beaten her parents to the party. As rare of an occasion it was, Star loved to see the proud look in her mother's eyes when she was early.

She could see her father was there standing to the left of his oh so mighty chair of ruler ship (as he called it), but her mother was nowhere in sight. Star's father saw his daughter look through the door and small grin curved underneath his large blonde beard. He quickly brushed if his blue vinyl jacket and quickly checked if his black leather boots were up to code. Once that was done he opened his arms wide and greeted his daughter with a warm and loving hug.

...After walking down the extremely long carpeted hallway that stood in-between the two, making the greeting extremely awkward between the two. Star walked inside the large room and waited patiently for about thirty seconds before receiving the hug her dad offered. King Butterfly squeezed his daughter in his tight grip not at all bothered that she was an entire four inches taller than he was.

"It's always so good to see you darling. You seem to change so much with every conversation we have!" he laughed, his hearty voice being loud and proud.

Star rolled her eyes at her father's statement, a sigh escaping from her mouth as she quickly returned his gesture, holding King Butterfly in an iron grip. The two eventually separated, Star giving a firm nod. "It's good to see you too dad."

King Butterfly then gestured for his daughter to make her way over to the thrones, Bowing slightly and pointing his arm to the glorified table chairs, a little bop of the head for extra emphasis. Star giggled a bit and then began to casually make her way to the thrones. Her father soon followed suit and walked just a few steps behind his beloved kin.

"So where's mom? Didn't both of you wanted to talk to me about something?" Star queried, turning her head back to look at her father. He nodded accordingly in response.

"Of course dear, but Moon had to go settle some business. Apparently the Uni kingdom has been lacking in men at arms recently, so they asked for us to assist in the situation."

"Oooooooooooooooooooh..." Star whispered, hoping that her friend Pony Head wasn't in any trouble of sorts. She tapped her index fingers together in thought of what could be happening, her lips forming a straight line across her mouth. While she considered herself to be subtle with her worried thinking, King Butterfly caught on to her mood rather fast.

"Don't worry Star, I'm sure their fine. Uni just needs to be a bit more prepared is all. In case they do run into trouble down the road." He comforted, holding his hand out and gently placing it on Star's shoulder. She let out just the tiniest smile at the gesture and breathed out softly.

"Yeah, you're probably right. Just me overthinking it." And just like that, Star was back to her cheerful attitude, eyes brightening just the littlest bit. "So what did you end to talk to me about?"

"Ah, yes." River hummed, "I think it's time we discussed your future in this kingdom."

Star stopped walking entirely, almost instantaneously her legs had stopped moving and the thoughts of her being crowned came to mind. Star knew she had to take over the kingdom one day, it was practically set in stone from day one of her life. However, she wasn't very fond of the idea. Being queen seemed very restrictive, taking away most freedom that you would have as a normal mewman. She was more of a freedom lover than someone who would like calculating tax and forging deals with other political dimensions, it just wasn't we kind of thing.

"What about my future...?"

"Well dear, once you take over Mewni as queen, your mother and I will be forced to step down from our roles as rulers. We wish you the best for when this happens, but your mother greatly doubts you'll be able to handle it..."

Star let out a 'pfft' noise and crossed her arms, slightly annoyed. "Of course she would say that. All because I'm not "Prim and Proper like a true princess should be"." She mocked, using air quotes to get her point across. River just sighed.

"You didn't let me finish. She doesn't think you'll be able to handle it alone. That's why we think it's time we found you a suitor. A queen needs a king after all."

Star bit her lip after hearing the rest of the statement. She turned away from her dad, rubbing her hand up and down her arm in an awkward fashion. "No offense dad, but I think it's a bit early to start considering that. I've still got at least four more years until I have to take the crown.". She pointed out, and then she walked towards her mother's throne. Walking up the small set of stairs that led to it, and placed her hand atop the arm rest, sliding her fingers over top of the precision carved wood and getting a good feel of it. "And besides," she continued.

"Who would want to be tied down with someone like me for the rest of their life? I'm practically a ticking time bomb that doesn't have a counter."

River chuckled at his daughter, taking a moment to examine his fingers, particularly the nails. "You know, I was hoping you'd ask that." He said cockily, rubbing the ends of his fingers against his jacket, pretending to shine them like a snotty teen. "I've already got one suitor in mind for you, and I'm sure you'll like what you see. We've just got to push past a few laws and you two are practically wed."

A feeling of confusion whelmed Star as she let her curiosity get the better of her. "And who exactly would that be?" she asked with a raised brow and hand close to her chest. The king chuckled once again, he found it hilarious that his daughter was so oblivious. "Well you see, it's actually-"

He was then cut off by the door at the end of the hall bursting open, the hinges being strained to their limit by the force used to knock them open. In the frame stood Marco, his stance looking weakened a slight limp in his step. He had a few scraps and marks across his face, but they were only minor with no blood drawing from them. Star was next to instantly at his side, sprinting from across the hall in the blink of an eye.

"Marco!? What happened to you?"

The worry and panic in her tone made Marco feel a little warm inside, knowing that his friend was genuinely concerned for him brought a smile to his face. Even if it hurt a little to do so. He laughed a little and sighed, shaking his head a little.

"If you think this is bad, you should see the other guy." He quipped. Star kneeled down next to him and examined his injured leg, running her hand across it. She felt her fingers run across skin for a split second, and surely enough there was a rather modest hole in his jeans, a gash running in a south east direction. This injury did have little streaks of blood coming from it, but it wasn't flat out drenching. She winced a little at the sight of the wound and promptly got to her feet, assisting Marco with the walk across the room by sling his arm over her shoulder.

"Do you know who did this? Cause I know that you're not dumb enough to have an accident that causes wounds like these."

Marco looked upwards a bit in thought, trying to recall why had happened during his fight minutes earlier. "I didn't get much from the guy, but during our little battle royale I heard someone shout the name 'Ludo'. Does that ring any bells?"

Before Star could open her mouth to respond, King Butterfly had already done the job for her. "Unfortunately so." The bitter tone from his voice indicated the history between the two wasn't the best.

"Ludo has tried to attack before, sometimes bringing in armies to try and thwart our defences and steal our family heirloom. We've been able to hold him back, but on occasion it's not easy. He isn't to be underestimated."

Marco saw the serious look in Rivers eyes, knowing full well that this wasn't a joking matter. "Don't fret my liege, I was able to hold him back for the most part. His men only managed to make the occasional strike on me. Had I been better equipped, they wouldn't have escaped so easily."

"Escaped?" the king asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Indeed. One of the lesser monsters was able to slip past my attacks and scarred my leg. It wasn't much, but it impaired my movement just enough to let them make it out through a dimensional portal. I apologize for my inability to capture him." Marco then bowed slightly, his free arm going over his chest. Once he and Star had made it to the steps, she sat him down onto the bottom one so she better try and treat his wounds. The king came and stood at his side, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't worry about it Marco. You've done more than enough that I can be grateful for."

Marco looked up at King Butterfly, saying "Thank you" and nodding his head at the gesture. He then winced at a sudden wave of pain shot up through his leg. He tensed hard and drew in a hard breath through his teeth. Star drew back from her procedure and held her hands up, signifying she didn't intend on hurting him. She smiled sheepishly and let out a breathy laugh, her eyes slightly cringing her failed attempt.

"S-sorry about that... I must've touched a tender spot by accident..."

She then laced her head in the palm of her hand as she tried to think, lightly tapping her chin with her index finger. "I should probably go get some anti-bacterial cream later, so that doesn't get infected... Or we could just cut it off." She joked, getting a quick chuckle out of Marco. The two made eye contact for a split second, then they never broke it from there. Staring into each others eyes, getting lost in the simple patterns of blues and browns. They could feel the speed of their hearts increase nearly two fold, blood forcing itself into their faces. They could've kept staring for minutes at the least, if River hadn't coughed, breaking the silence and forcing them to bring their attention to him.

He smiled beneath his beard after receiving a slightly annoyed look from his daughter.

"Now, Star, before we do any form of mutilation, we need to get back onto topic. Our little conversation isn't over young lady."

Marco brought a slight raise to his eyebrow, a little confused what River was referring to. Then it struck him why he brought Star here in the first place.

Star stood up from her kneeling position and nodded, "Right! Shall we continue the conversation here or in another room?"

"We shall take it to another room. No offense to young Marco here, but it's a bit more of a private situation."

Star looked down at Marco, unsure of whether she should leave his side in his condition. He saw her inner contemplation and just gave her a quick wave off. "Go on. Don't worry, I'll be fine. I've seen far worse days." he reasoned, gesturing his head over to her father while he took a rag out from his belt. Star nodded and walked over to her father's side, even if she was still a bit hesitant. River led his daughter out toward the door to the left most side of the thrones, leaving Marco to ponder why he didn't take that way to get in to the room, it surely would've saved him some uncomfortable walking. While he tied the rag around the wound on his leg to stop blood flow, he looked over to Star and gave a quick wave goodbye, which she gladly returned.

The king and Star had them left the room, with the doors closing behind them. Marco finished typing up the rough cloth and pushed himself upward with the help the of his hands into a standing position. He shook his head at the things he had experienced today, battling a gang of interdimensional monsters wasn't a new concept to him, but they weren't exactly easy to take out. All because he couldn't let Star down.

"I swear, I'm going to end up dying for this girl..." he joked. Not fully realizing what he just said. He then proceeded to walk down to the end of the hallway, his limp still prominent, but less awkward now. He smuggled his shoes along the red carpet on the floor, only now seeing the velvety texture of it reflecting on the light. He then reached the door and grabbed it by the brass handle, a tiny squeak popping from inside the hinges of the door as he slowly pulled it open. The boy sighed to himself quietly, "Well... Best get back to work..."

And with that in mind, He went back out of the room. The door inching itself closed behind him, closing the gap between it and the door that sat parallel to it. Then it shut, bringing silence to the thrones once more.