Marco's Favorite Star ➵ A Collection Of Starco One Shots

One Shot #14: To Make A Queen Smile (AU) [Part One]

A/N: This is what watching a marathon of Studio Ghibli films does to me. Sorry for not updating! I've been delaying my monthly ghibli marathon since I've been caught up in stuff, (ROLEPLAYS) so I couldn't update. Then this wave of Writer's Block hit me until I finished my Ghibli Marathon at last. I watched 6 movies.. I would of done more like i usually do, but since it's a school night.. ugh. Also, what do you think of the new cover? It's bad, huh? I'm trying to make good covers but you guys are just gonna have to wait until March, where i get my new Alienware Laptop and a wacom drawing tablet. Yes, a gaming laptop with a drawing tablet. When i get it, i plan to draw a cover, so hang in there, peeps! without further ado, i present, To Make A Queen Smile! why is it when i do an AU, it usually gets 2 parts..

Third Person's P.O.V.

Star Butterfly, now eighteen, has finally left Earth to go back to her own dimension known as Mewni, to take her rightful place as Queen, all the while leaving Marco baffled. A coronation, of course, was to be held, and Star couldn't help but frown. She was in her room, back in the palace, a maid tightening her corset, much to the princess' discomfort. She winced, as the bundle of fabric squeezed her petite frame. "It's good to have you back, My Princess. You've grown so well. Such a mature individual.." The maid, known as Hailé, sighed blissfully, uknowingly tightening the already tight corset even more.
"H-Hailé, c-can't breathe!" Star gasped. Hailé immediately undid her grip at once. "I am so sorry, My Princess! Please forgive me!" Hailé pleaded, a fearful look in her hazel eyes. Star smiled at her warmly. "It's okay, Hailé," Hailé just nodded, continuing preparing the blonde princess for her coronation. Star's thoughts drifted to a certain Latino back in Earth. The scenery around her, somehow morphed into the living room of the Diaz's, the atmosphere a bit hazy, as if it were a dream.
Marco had not changed much in the past four years, aside from growing taller and his voice getting a bit deeper. He still had that same mousey brown hair, same chestnut brown eyes, same red hoodie, and so on. Star missed that red hoodie, that beauty mark at the left side of his cheek, his tousled, messy hair, his warm smile and cheeky grin, practically everything about him. Marco inched closer to Star, until their lips were only mere inches away. The only thing Star could mutter out, was a simple call of his name. That's when she felt warm lips on her trembling ones-

"HOLY MOTHER OF PEANUT BUTTER JELLY SANDWHICHES AND GRAVY SAUCE SLATHERED IN CHICKEN WINGS!"

She screamed, flustered, flushing a dark red from her daydream and outburst.
"My Princess, are you alright?" Hailé asked worriedly, her eyebrows knitting in confusion and her hazel eyes showing concern for the princess. Star was beet red, panting heavily. "Y-Y-Yes, Hailé, I-I'm fine," The blonde stuttered, cursing herself for having these thoughts, more so about her best friend. Hailé put a hand on Star's head. "You're burning.. My Princess, are you sure you're okay..?" She asked once more. Star nodded vigorously. Hailé rolled her eyes. "My, my.. Princess, have you fallen in love at the time you were in Earth?" Hailé asked, surpressing a giggle. Star's face turned redder, if possible as her hearts flared a shade darker. "N-NO! M-Maybe... Yes..." She squeaked out. She looked at herself in the mirror, and saw her with now braided hair, which was very neatly cascading over her shoulders. Star wore an off-shoulder, purple gown, with a gold bodice, the off-shoulder sleeves a shade of silver, and the back uncovered. A nude shade of lipstick was applied to her lips, followed by a layer of lip gloss. She looked absolutely breathtaking. Now it was time for the hardest part of the day. The coronation, and the reception feast.

oooOooo

Marco had no idea what to do. He was pacing back and forth in the dining room, his parents watching in worry. All he knew was that he woke up seeing a crying star, entering a carriage, all outside of a window. How was he going to get her back? That, Marco didn't know. It was only half past 'noon, and yet here he was, pacing and thinking about his beloved princess. He suddenly noticed something shine on the table, which caught his eye. He walked closer to it, and saw Star's dimensional scissors. She left them behind! "Mom, Dad, I gotta go, I'll be back later. And if I'm not back by dinner then look back at the last word of the first sentence." He said briskly and casually, and fled to his room, the princess' dimensional scissors in hand. He got out a familiar looking tuxedo, and a mask he remembered he wore almost four years ago. He grinned from ear to ear. "Don't worry, Star. I'm coming."

oooOooo

Time skip to after the coronation and to the banquet, we see a quietly sobbing, now Queen of Mewni, slouching on her throne, missing Earth more than ever. Her Royal Advisor, Hollowith, seemed to notice and with a clap of her fingers, Jester's and Entertainers were formed into a line. And in the background, a certain earth boy came in using the scissors, unnoticed by the Jester's, he snuck into the line, blending in. The first Jester was an odd-looking specimen, he was a six foot tall mouse, with his lower backside painted with eyes, as the tail rest inbetween, therefore making it look as if there were another face on his bum. He did funny tricks and jokes, but to no avail, the queen still scowled, sobbing and sniffing. The two next jesters were still mice-like people, but one being a woman and one being a man. The woman was cuffed to a target, as the man held the daggers, ready to strike. The first two daggers missed her, but the third one hit the clasp of her revealing top, which fell off. She let out a scream, and hurrieedly covered her chest before fleeing. Hollowith gritted her teeth. "THE NEXT ONE BETTER NOT SUCK OR IT'LL BE OFF WITH YOUR HEADS!" She shouted furiously. All the jesters turned a step back in fear of the mad advisor. Just then, uknbeknownst to Star, Marco walked in to the center of the banquet, wearing the same tuxedo and mask he wore years before, only without the hat. "I will make the Queen smile," He said calmly, approaching the sniffling Star. Star looked at him, crystal tears still fresh in her sapphire blue eyes. "Would you care for a dance..?" Marco asked softly, lending his hand to Star's gloved ones. She hiccuped, before replying, "N-No, no, s-sorry, I'm a lousy dancer," Marco just sighed, rolling his eyes. That wasn't true at all. "Just trust me." And with that, Star shakily put her gloved hand into Marco's, and they fled to the middle of the ballroom. A soft tune started playing, but this was no ordinary song. It was a song Star was very fond of back in Earth, it was a German piece, called Katzen Blut, or in English, Cat's Blood. (A/N: I don't own it thank u very much.) Marco's hand gently held Star's waist, as the other one held the Queen's hand. As they started to waltz, it was if everything around them disappeared. The two were in their own little world, dancing. Star gazed dreamily into those brown eyes, the only thing not hidden from that all too familiar mask. The twin rivers that fell from her face managed to stop flowing, but she would not wipe them because it'd ruin the moment. Marco's hand slowly trailed up her cheeks, and with his thumb, he wiped away the tears, looking at her sincerely. "Why are you crying, Star..?" he softly cooed. Star couldn't reply. She knew that voice too well. All too well. "You were lying when you said you were a lousy dancer. You should know better. I've known you for four years," He continued, making sure their conversation was only heard by the two of them. "You must be.." She was cut off by Hollowith, with a very suspicious gaze in her eyes which was fixed on Marco. "Hold it right there, pal! You don't seem like you're from Mewni. Who are you?!" Hollowith viciously snarled at Marco, yet the boy was unfazed by the advisor's outburst. He looked to the crowd of nobles, and gradually took off his mask, showing his face. "I am who I exactly appear to be! I am Marco Ubaldo Diaz, and I have come for Star!" He declared bravely. Star, out of pure joy, wrapped her arms around Marco's neck. "Marco!" She cried happily. Hollowith looked as if she was a time bomb, and was about to explode. "Guards! Seize that man!" She hissed, pointing to Marco. Star gritted her teeth in anger as she clutched Marco's arm. "HOLLOWITH! SHUT UP! GUARDS! DO NOT ATTACK HIM!" She screamed at the top of her lungs angrily, silencing the crowd. She grabbed her wand and glared daggers at her royal advisor. Hollowith froze, her expression very fearful of the angry Queen. Star gripped her wand so tightly, her knuckles turned white. "Hollowith. You are in ABSOLUTELY NO place to demand the guards to seize and attack! You are a dirty scumbag who only cares for money, and I saw that with my very own eyes when you were Mom's advisor! All you cared about was the paycheck, you are cold, heartless and selfish!" She screeched, pointing her wand to Hollowith. The nobles and everyone in the room quickly fled, leaving Star, Marco and Hollowith behind. Hollowith was beyond scared. She was terrified. Petrified, even. "M-M-M-M-M-My Q-Queen, y-you w-wouldn't k-k-kill y-your o-own advisor, r-r-right...?" She could barely talk, her face pale and her body shaking. Star reluctantly put her wand down, as she shot daggers at Hollowith. "Fired. Removed from my Supreme Court. Banned from entering the palace ever again. Banished from Mewni. Guards, take her." She commanded, as she watched Hollowith get taken away. Marco was taken back. He's never seen Star get this angry, even when Toffee kidnapped him four years ago. She was terrifying. He took a side glance to her, and her face did not show one bit of anger! She wasn't even mad! "Star.." He called out her name. She looked to him,wearing a crooked smile. "Guards. This man is a guest. Treat him like one. No objections. Marco, follow me," She grinned, running to a hall, her previous emotions washed away. What was going to happen now..?