Starco Oneshots

Slave for a Day

"3!"

Star and Marco held their breath.

"2!"

Marco closed his eyes.

"1!"

DURRNNNNNNNN!

The match was over! And Echo Creek's Awesome Opossums beat the Warriors!

"YES! YES YES YES!" Star squealed, her nachos flying everywhere.

"Damn it!" Marco sighed.

"See, Marco!? This is why you have to have a little faith sometimes!"

"B-But the Awesome Opossums never beat the Warriors! No way!" Marco said, in utter disbelief.

"Except for that one time I kinda rigged the system and ruined the match..." Star mentioned.

Marco shuddered in horror. He'd never forget the Kitty Cat Offense

"Anyway, you know what this means, Marco..." Star grinned.

"Go on, Star... remind me..." he sighed.

"You're my slave for a day!"

Marco sighed.

"But-"

"No buts." She smirked.

"But I-"

"You speak when you're permitted to, Marco."
Star grinned.

Marco sighed and begrudgingly obliged.

"Now my first command is for you to carry me home."

"But we have dimensional scissors we can-"

"What did I just say, Marco? No talking back to me! Carry me home. NOW."

Marco rolled his eyes and put her on his back.

"Onwards, noble steed!"

Marco then carried Star all the way home.

"Now throw me on the couch." Star said smugly.

Marco threw her on the couch. She kicked up her feet.

"Take off my boots." She giggled.

Marco took off her boots and threw them on the floor.

"Now make me some nachos."

Marco grumbled as he walked to the kitchen. He muttered to himself while he made her food, like 'This is stupid...' and 'She's so annoying...'

"Yoo-hoo! Slave! I better not hear you complaining in there!" Star shouted from the couch.

Marco was gonna pop a blood vessel. His eyelid twitched as he handed her the nachos.

"Hm. Good job, I suppose. Now do my homework." Star grinned.

Marco opened her bag and saw a sparkly notepad... was this... her diary? Best not to touch it, even if she is being annoying right now. He took out her homework papers.

"What one do you want me to do?" He asked.

"Silly slave. All of them." She smirked.

Marco rolled his eyes and pulled out a pen. He began doing her homework for her as she ate her nachos.

"Get me the remote."

Marco passed her the TV remote. Star turned on a show and relaxed. Every now and again she'd use her foot to poke Marco's side as he did her homework, making him jolt and give her a dirty look.