Hey everyone, hope you're all doing well and had a wonderful Christmas/Kwanza /Hanukkah/Boxing day/Whatever other holidays there are to celebrate! I'm sorry I couldn't have this finished on Christmas day to post, but I was sick for a few days, and my phone and WiFi weren't exactly feeling cooperative with me.
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I do not own SVTFOE, all rights belong to Daron Nefcy and Disney. A quick thank you to my Beta-Reader (She's back, yay!) Altruisticdorito! Now lets begin...
T'was the night before Christmas, and it was quiet all through the town.
No one was stirring, not even Bon-bon the Clown.
Festive lights were hung, and trees stood tall.
And out of love for the holiday, the Diaz family was having a ball...
All of the family members were gathered in the living room, preparing their home for the night to come. Mr. and Mrs. Diaz were hanging up stockings by the fire place, while Marco hung the lights and ornaments of the Christmas tree. He had almost finished putting on all of the decorations, but he needed to put just one more on, and it was the most important part—
The star.
Marco called over to his parents.
"Hey, have you guys seen Star? She said she wanted to put the star on top of the tree. You know, now that I think about it, I can make a lot of puns because of that..." he mumbled the last bit to himself.
"I asked her to head upstairs to grab some decorative lights from the attic." Mr. Diaz replied, hooking up the last stocking. "That way we can show the whole street how committed we are to this wonderful holiday of family and friends!" he smiled warmly, putting his hands on his sides. Mrs. Diaz just rolled her eyes and whispered over to Marco.
"He just wants to one-up the neighbors. They've been bugging him about how great their decorations are for weeks."
Marco chuckled lightly. As he got up to put the now empty decoration boxes aside, he heard yelling coming from upstairs. Mr. and Mrs. Diaz also heard the noise and looked to where it seemed to be originating from.
"MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRY CHRISTMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS!" Someone called.
Star Butterfly flew down the railing of the stairs at top speed, a wide grin on her face and lights wrapped over her like a sash. Marco saw that she wasn't going to slow down in time and quickly rushed over to the bottom of the stairs, where he was met with the full force of the princess. Though, in all fairness, he did somewhat catch her.
The force was so strong that he was knocked off of his feet and flew back towards the wall, with Star in his arms, still grinning. The impact winded him, taking the air straight out of his lungs. Marco sat with the princess in his arms, who seemed completely unfazed by Marco's heroics, just getting up and dusting herself off.
"Woo, that was fun! Thanks for catching me Marco, I owe you one!" she exclaimed, offering her hand to the gasping Latino. He let out a strained laugh and took her hand, his arm wrapped around his stomach as he tried to get his breath back.
"N-no problem..." he choked out, taking deep breaths through his mouth. Star walked over to the couch in the living room and took a seat, bouncing up and down in excitement.
"I can't believe I'm gonna get to experience my first Christmas here on earth! I bet it's way more fun than what we do on Mewni. All that happens there is the slaughtering of the goat-pigs and roasting them over a bonfire while all the men drink and dance. So far, my Dad's the reigning champ at chugging barrels of butter-nog." Star explained. Marco regained his composure and walked over, taking a seat next to Star and throwing his arm behind the couch.
"Well, we don't slaughter any goat-pigs here—or drink butter-nog –though we do have a drink like that. We mainly just spend time with family and friends, exchanging gifts as a sign of appreciation. We do it to show how much we care for the people in our lives."
Marco then leaned over and whispered quietly into Stars ear, "Another thing is the mistletoe."
That peaked Star's interest, asking what exactly the mistletoe was. "Is it some kind of nuclear weapon you launch from your foot?"
Marco laughed, "No, of course not, if that were the case, North Korea would've taken over us years ago. The mistletoe is actually for couples, because when two people stand under it they have to k-"
"Star, dear!" Marco's mother called, stopping Marco from finishing his explanation. "Could you come outside with me to hang up those lights? We don't want Santa to miss our house in the dark." Star perked up at the mention of Santa.
"I almost forgot! I need to set up some traps for Santa. He may leave behind presents, but he still breaks in to homes all over the world, at night too! What kind of maniac has the time to go all over the world just to get some dang milk and cookies? It's Witchcraft, I tell you!" she exclaimed, rushing out the door with the decorative lights.
Marco just leaned back and folded his arms. "She's lucky to be so innocent; I stopped believing in Santa a long time ago." He smiled to himself and got up to walk into the kitchen. "I'm gonna go make some hot chocolate, since it's pretty clear it's not going to be a warm night." As Marco said that, a chunk of snow smashed against the window, making a loud bang. When he and Mr. Diaz looked over at the window, they saw Star making puffy faces against the glass. All around her was pure white snow, glistening in the light of the street lamps.
Mr. Diaz chuckled at the sight of Star, while Marco went and grabbed some mugs from the cupboard. He snickered lightly, looking back towards the window to see Mrs. Diaz pelting Star with snowballs. This is why he loved Christmas, because it's a time where everyone can have fun and be together.
Later that night, when the lights had gone down…
Everyone stayed silent, not making a sound.
The Diaz's slept, eyes shut tight,
But one was awake; their eyes open to the light...
Star hid quietly, crouched behind the sofa. She had set up several rope traps and even had a cage set to land over top of the milk and cookies. Santa was not going to slip through her fingers, not tonight. So she sat patiently in complete darkness, aside from the faint glow of colorful lights outside.
Minutes passed as she waited, growing more eager than ever to catch the man in the act and prove he was a warlock of some kind. People would praise her for the accomplishment, and maybe she would even be able to get Oscar's attention! All the more reason to catch the fat, bearded man red handed.
More time passed...
Minutes turned to hours as Star yawned with half-lidded eyes. She began to wonder why he hadn't shown up yet... She knew that he only showed up when you were sleeping, but how was he supposed to know if you were asleep or not? There weren't any cameras nearby, so there must be a spy! She slammed her fist down on her palm at this conclusion, taking a quick look around her surroundings and trying to spot any movement. It was difficult, considering her eyes kept closing on their own, but she managed to keep them open with sheer willpower alone.
Everything was silent; no movement, no sound, no nothing. Everything just seemed as it always were... It was suspiciously normal.
"Creeeeeeak"
The floorboards whined. Star spun herself around, getting in a position so she could attack easily. Footsteps clumped down the stairs, slowly, but rather loudly, whoever this was, wasn't being very sneaky.
"This must be the spy!" Star thought to herself.
It couldn't be Santa, he only came down the chimney. Star held her breath as the final steps reached the bottom of the stairs, walking over towards the kitchen. Star rook this as an opportunity to sneak up on the spy, and take him or her out while they were off-guard.
She slowly snuck her way over, only barely managing to stay awake. The spy was in the kitchen next to the sink, she couldn't make out their figure in the darkness, but she had a clear idea of where they stood. She was directly behind the spy now, they didn't appear to be alerted by her presence either, so she was in the clear to move in and make the kill.
Marco yawned and stretched his arms out wide, having gone to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, he didn't expect to be grabbed by the chin and hair, having his head twisted almost too far, had it not been for the hands the grabbed him loosening and letting go all together. Marco turned around to see who had tried to assassinate him, but was shocked to see his best friend/housemate lying on the floor and snoring away. He swivelled his head to the left and right, trying to see if there was anyone else in the midst of them.
After spotting no one, he brought the ball of his hand to his eye, rubbing it with a small smile on his face. "Guess she couldn't stay awake for that long. Doesn't surprise me, last time I stayed up that late I had hallucinations for most of the next day." He shivered at the remembrance of the snake in the showers, later turning out to just be a towel. He bent down and picked Star up bridal style, walking her over to the couch and laying her down.
He grabbed a spare blanket from the closet and gently placed it over Star, being careful not to wake her. After that, he tiptoed over to the stairs to head back to his room, but stopped himself at the sound of Star's voice.
"S... Santa? Is that you...?" she mumbled in her sleep. Marco laughed to himself quietly, walking back over to Star and replying to her question. He had read online and heard that people could hear you while they slept, so he thought it would be fun to play along.
"Yes, that's right Miss Butterfly. I'm Santa Claus."
"That's good... I thought you were Marco for a minute..." a small curve twisted in her lips. She sucked in a heavy breath and wiggled a bit, but still remained asleep. Marco was trying to keep his laughter as quiet as possible.
"Are you... a Warlock, Santa?"
Marco rolled his eyes with a grin on his face, asleep or not, Star is still Star.
"No... I'm not a Warlock, I am magical though. I try my hardest to keep all people happy, giving them gifts and joy, even granting wishes. But, I'll only do those things if they have been earned." Marco decided to walk over to the dining room table and pull out a chair, since this would be too good to miss.
"Have you earned these things Miss Butterfly?"
"I... I think so... But, I don't know if I've done enough to grant my wish..."
Marco blinked in surprise, she had made a wish? Maybe she sent it in with the Christmas letter she made earlier that day. "Well that depends on the wish..." Marco knew he wasn't doing any good trying to pry into Star when she was vulnerable, but his curiosity had gotten the best of him. Star let her smile twist upward more.
"I wish... For Marco..."
The Latino felt his eyes widen. He leaned forward, waiting for Star to finish her sentence rather impatiently.
"For Marco to..."
Marco then leant forward too far and fell face first into the carpet, making a loud thud as his chin hit the floor.
Star jolted awake at the noise, imaging ugly yanking her wand out of who-knows-where and holding it in front of her, ready to blast anyone into next week. She looked around, not seeing anybody. Marco then groaned in pain, turning himself over to face the ceiling. Star looked over to him in surprise, lowering her wand and getting off the couch and crouching next to him.
"Marco, what are you doing here?" she asked, poking him in his forehead. "I thought I was the only one hunting down that fat sack carrier, but I guess you just couldn't resist the chance of meeting old Claus-meister, huh?" Marco guiltily bit his lip, a light shade of red in his cheeks. He didn't want Star to find out he had been listening to her sleep talk.
She'd kill him without mercy.
"Yep, that's definitely why I'm here!" he lied, putting on a fake smile. Star seemed to take the bait and lent him a hand to help him up, which he gladly accepted.
"I knew you'd come around! It was just a matter a time." She punched his arm lightly, which he laughed at breathily. Marco walked backwards over to the kitchen again, trying to go unnoticed, but being seen by Star rather easily.
"Where are you heading?"
Marco was caught off guard. He reached behind his head and rubbed his neck suspiciously. "I'm just gonna... Grab a glass of water. I need to be hydrated for when we catch that Warlock in red, right?"
Star took his point into consideration, rubbing a thumb and finger against her chin. "I guess you're right. Just make sure not to step on any of the tr-"
She was cut off by the sound of rope whipping and Marco yell-whispering in panic.
"What the heck!?"
She turned around to see what happened and had to cover her mouth to keep herself from bursting out in laughter. Marco was hanging upside down from a pulley system by his left foot, Star had set it up before to trap Saint Nick himself, but she supposed that this was a good enough catch. Marco squirmed and wriggled, struggling with all his strength to try and get free, but to no avail.
Star had to sit down on the couch, needing to use both her hands to cover her mouth and stop herself from laughing. Marco continued to struggle trying to reach up and grab the knot that held him by his foot, but it looked like those sit ups he had been doing at the dojo were not going to help him.
"Come on Star, help me out! My parents are going to hear us and think we're up to trouble." He quietly cried. The princess continued to hold in her laughter for a moment, before calming herself and wiping a tear from her eye. "Yeah. Okay, just stay still and I'll cut you down." This calmed Marco, letting him breathe out calmly.
"Wait a minute, did you say cut me down?!" he panicked, knowing Star has a horrible history with sharp objects. It didn't help when he saw his best friend pull out a sword that was about the length of his arm.
"WHERE DID YOU EVEN GET THAT!?" Marco cried.
Star just ignored his cries of fear and got ready to slice through the rope, seeing if she could accomplish it in one swing.
And that ladies and gents, is our story for tonight.
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