Broken. Prompt kinda submitted by X, but I switched it up a tad. Takes place at the end of Storm the Castle.
I now have three Miraculous Ladybug stories out….I have a problem, you guys.
Finnjr63: Nothing worse lol. Nope.
MariposaFalls11: I literally only used the word twice? And it was the best word to use in both cases? Tbh if you ever met me you'd be shocked because I swear my mouth off all the time. I have a sailor's mouth, it's bad. But with Star, even in an AU, I can't see her dropping an F bomb casually. Plus I try to keep my content at a comfortable level for most readers, and damn is one of the milder swear words.
I don't own Star vs. the Forces of Evil.
GENERAL POV
She stared silently, her chest filled with pain, her gaze never leaving the wand at the bottom of the crater. Vaguely she heard Marco step up beside her, his breath hitching in his throat as he spotted what she was looking at.
"Star…" he whispered softly.
Letting him get no further in the sentence, she turned to him and they wrapped one another in the tightest hug either had ever given, their heartbeats pounding together and their hands gripping at one another in a sign of solidarity.
"It'll be okay," he said into her ear, his voice hushed. "You'll get your magic back."
She pulled away from his body and slid down into the ditch, stumbling over to her family heirloom and dropping to her knees next to it. The silt sifted around her fingers as she pulled the wand from the ground, dust filling the air and making her eyes water.
At least, she was blaming it on the dust.
Marco was behind her; she could feel him there, leaning all of his support on her as she traced a single finger over the broken star on the cover of her wand.
"What do I do now?" she asked him hoarsely, leaning back against his chest and letting him wrap his arms around her. "What do I do….now that my magic is gone?"
Marco pressed the faintest of kisses to her scalp, his voice hushed as he spoke. "You go on," he said calmly. "You go on, and you be just incredible as you've always been. You don't need your magic for that."
She clutched the wand to her chest, tears sliding down her dust covered cheeks. They sat like that for what felt like forever, in a barren wasteland, clutching a broken wand and clinging to broken dreams.