A/N: Apparently, I make these characters older with every story I publish on this site. I altered the characters slightly due to the sudden age jump and future scenes considering this about emotional relationships rather than magic and different dimensions. Characters are exiting late adolescence and into early adulthood.
I realize that some die-hard fans may not approve, but believe it or not, this story isn't actually canon. I still encourage readers to read with an open mind (:
This story is Marco/Star/Tom. I use term "pairing" loose here considering the circumstances.
Disclaimer: There are explicit scenes and profanity in future chapters.
I do not own Star vs. The Forces of Evil, nor any of its characters.
Star looked at her drink and sighed. She decided to empty its contents onto an unsuspecting plant. Seeing as the glass was empty, she threw it behind her, uncaring where it landed. There was the faint noise of glass shattering in the background.
She hated royal gatherings.
They were extremely mundane; they consisted of powerful, rich royals talking about how powerful and rich they were. The princess looked around and grimaced. Many of the other princesses wore the façade of interest to appeal to future suitors.
It was so fake. Their cheery attitude was fake. Their faces looked fake. Their etiquette seemed forced. Star was convinced that heavy indoctrination had been involved in order to make the young ladies behave.
Star shouldn't have been so surprised, though; every social gathering consisted of false hospitality. As long as she exchanged a few pleasantries with every king and queen there, she'd be off the hook for the rest of the night. Her parents were the ones doing the work, fortunately. As the current rulers of Mewni, it was their job to do the talking. The princesses were just there to look pretty.
In all, everything anybody did was for appearances.
It almost made Star wish she hadn't just emptied out her wine.
Though, she was sure her parents wouldn't like a drunken princess running around the ballroom. It was uncivilized. Plus, the hangover wouldn't be worth it.
She checked the time. Only three more hours to go until the shindig was over.
Maybe, she should get that drink after all.
Star sauntered over to the long table. Expensive wine bottles adorned the surface. It was almost beckoning her to take a few bottles.
As she went to grab a bottle, the princess noticed the chirp of feminine voices. Her blue eyes perked up at the sight. The princess filled her glass and traveled over to the other princesses. They were seated in a furnished area. The young ladies periodically sipped their wine in the midst of the conversation. Star noticed that their drinks were certainly not as filled as hers.
They noticed her as soon as she approached them.
"Why look who it, ladies. Star, nice of you to join us," the Pixie Princess chirped. Star almost cringed at the high pitch of her voice.
"Hey, guys..." she sheepishly replied. All the young ladies sat in a neat circle, some on chairs, and some floating. The Mewnian princess took a seat.
"We were just talking about how comely some of out guests are, don't you think so?" the pixie ushered in a low voice. This caused the rest of the ladies to break out in a secretive giggle. They seemed to sneak glances from behind their fans, causing some of the princes to look in their direction and wink. Star followed their gazes to see some of the young men mingling amongst others.
Star gave a noncommittal shrug, "I guess."
Some of the princesses gave melodramatic gasps.
"What's the matter? None your type?" the dancing princess asked. All eyes were on her.
"Well, they seem alright... but I already have a boyfriend," the blonde girl replied. The other young ladies released interested murmurs. Their mouths were agape, and their eyes twinkled with curiosity.
"I didn't know Star Butterfly of Mewni had a boyfriend!" the Pixie Princess exclaimed. The girls scooted closer, eager to hear what Star had to say. Said princess felt vaguely uncomfortable.
"You don't know him. He's from the Earth dimension," she retorted. They all released a sound of astonishment.
"Is he a prince?" asked the Fish Princess.
Star shook her head, "Nope. Just a fighter from Earth." Some of them exchanged disappointed looks, much to her annoyance.
"No matter, I hear that men from the Earth dimension are very handsome," the Pixie princess chimed in again. This seemed to excite the other girls. Star took a big gulp from her wine to drown out their voices.
"How long have you been together?" a princess asked.
"A few years," Star replied.
"Oh, so it's one of those relationships," Frog Princess said, "So... what's he like?" The Mewnian licked the wine residue from her lips before continuing.
"He's tall, brown hair, chocolate colored eyes-"
"No, silly! I mean what's he like... behind closed doors, if you know what I mean?" the young lady coyly questioned. Star nearly choked on her drink. A scarlet blush covered her cheeks.
"W-what?" the Mewnian stuttered.
"Oh, don't be coy, Star. Tell us some of the dirty details between you and your boyfriend," the pixie urged. Star was aware that they were talking about the wild pleasures that occurred between two beings.
"I-I thought you guys were all about saving yourselves and all that good stuff?" the Mewnian stuttered.
"Oh please, Star. There's no need to be bashful. We're all adults here. All of us here have our own saucy little stories. We're allowed to experiment, right ladies?" the small pixie asked. The other princesses giggled in confirmation. They looked at one another, hiding knowing glances.
Star blushed even further. The pixie seemed to take note of it.
"What's the matter, Star? Don't tell me you've never—"
"Marco wants to wait until marriage..." Star hesitated. Many of the girls gave her looks filled with pity.
"And you've never been with anybody else?" another princess asked.
"We've been together since we were teenagers... so not really," she twiddled her blonde hair, "But that stuff doesn't really matter to me."
That was a lie. It did bother her. It bothered her so much.
Star wasn't too sure how human mannerisms worked, but Mewmans were social people. That meant that the need for physical contact was a necessary factor in relationships, both platonic and romantic. Her constant craving to have him close was never really fulfilled because Marco simply wasn't into that sort of thing.
They did what all couples did: they hugged, kissed, and held hands, but Star had never been one to conform. She wanted more. There had been only one occasion in which she had gotten a little too excited, only to have Marco tell her that they were taking things a little too far.
Needless to say, Star had been left with a burning heat in her lower abdomen and a lurching disappointment.
Her boyfriend had certain beliefs on how they should carry out their relationship, and of course, he had made a chart for further clarification. It had not been one of his best moment in her book.
The earthling was obsessed with perfection, causing him to want to follow the normalities of society. Star thought it had been reasonable when they were young, but they had been together for a while now, and her opinion had changed since then.
She could try to ignore the heat between her legs, but it was there, and times like these really made her envy having a single life.
Though, the Mewnian Princess would not trade Marco for anything. He was truly a sweet boyfriend and she loved his company. He was one-of-a-kind.
Then again, years of repression really took a toll on a person. Considering Marco was focused on finishing more years of school, it didn't seem he was really looking for a marriage at the moment. It made her frustration increase more knowing that he was totally indifferent to the subject.
After thorough reading into the subject, the princess discovered that 20 years of abstinence was not good for the physical health of a Mewnian. If Star tried explaining this to Marco, he'd most likely accuse her of being a horny girl with only one thing on her mind. It wasn't that she hadn't already attempted into coaxing him, he was just that stubborn.
"Are you planning on going on unsated until marriage?" the four-armed princess questioned. The bewilderment in her tone irritated Star. They all behaved in such a surprised manner as if being untouched was such a foreign concept to them.
It was none of their damn business. The blonde princess took another gulp of her wine.
"What exactly do you want me to do?" her tone was harsher than she intended.
"Isn't it obvious, Star?" the Frog Princess asked. Star narrowed her blue eyes in confusion. "Spend a night with someone else."
This time, it was Star that gasped, "You want me to cheat on Marco?"
"A little experimentation never hurt anyone," the two-headed princes chimed in.
"I'm not gonna trade my Marco for some random stranger," the blonde girl declared.
"It doesn't have to be a stranger. You've been around, haven't you? You must know a lot of men at this point," the Minotaur Princess assumed.
Star's face turned red with indignation, "I'm not going to betray Marco just for a few minutes of fun."
"Star, stop exaggerating. It's just for a night. These things are usually no strings attached; there's nothing personal about it. You spend the night and get it over with," Pixie Princess said.
"You're acting like cheating is no big deal," the Mewnian replied.
"You've been with this guy for a few years now, right? If one noncommittal night with some other guy will give you feelings, then why bother to continue dating your earthling?" Pixie princess assured. Star looked down at her lap, contemplating the situation.
"It's an opportunity to get it off your chest. It'll probably even help your relationship considering you won't feel frustration every time you see Marco," dancing princess agreed.
Star rose the glass to her lips, only to realize that it was empty.
"I'm gonna get another drink. Thanks for the chat, girls, but I think I'll have to pass," she said. The princesses "awed" in disappointment. After excusing herself, she made a move to the long table.
The blonde Mewnian couldn't help but think about what the girls said. Perhaps she was just crazy, but some of their reasoning actually made sense.
Or maybe she was less sober than she thought.
Star scoffed, she didn't need their advice, they weren't the ones in a relationship.
Everything was perfectly fine.
Just as she reached for the bottle of wine, another hand did too. A lavender-skinned hand snatched it away from her grasp. She glared, uncaring who it was.
"I think you've had one too many drinks," Tom said. Star's gaze was unwavering. She stepped on her toes to reach for it, only for Tom to raise it above her head.
"Not enough if I'm still able to recognize who you are," she replied.
Tom was Marco's best friend. Well, best male friend. They've been friends since before Star and Marco began going out. It seemed that their relationship wasn't enough to affect their unbreakable bromance.
Star tolerated Tom for the most part. He was an okay person, but he was still evil, and nothing would make her see past that. Marco may not know, but there were stories concerning the demon's crimes against multiple dimensions.
It was difficult to process that the son of evil incarnated played video games with her boyfriend.
However, if he made Marco happy, Star wouldn't intervene.
"I'm not entirely happy about being here either. Means I gotta look at your hideous face too," he replied nonchalantly. He casually served himself wine, then motioning to bring her glass closer. When she did, he filled hers as well. They tipped glasses and gulped down the alcohol.
Tom was extremely rude, but that meant he was being honest, and Star took comfort in that.
"Where's Mr. and Mrs. Hell?" Star asked clearing her throat. Tom leaned over the table and pointed at the center of the room where a tall, red-skinned demon stood next to the smaller being.
"And where's Mr. and Mrs. Caterpillar?" he asked. Star pointed to the far left of the ballroom.
"I thought you weren't talking to me if Marco wasn't in the same room?" questioned Star. The demon shrugged.
"I hate everybody in this room, but I hate you less," he responded. Star released a light laugh.
"Wow Thomas, that must be the nicest thing you've said to me in years," the princess falsely gushed.
"Don't get used to it," Tom said. He set aside his glass. Star raised an eyebrow.
"Just one drink? Who know the Prince of the Demons was such a lightweight," she remarked.
Tom threw her a look. "The Prince of the Demons isn't. Last time I got drunk I almost raised hell, and my punishment for that isn't something I want to repeat."
"You should totally do that again, it would kill about a half hour," Star sniggered.
"Yeah but there's a strict, no magic or any type of fire power policy here," the prince grumbled.
"I feel like that second thing was made exclusively for you," the blonde said.
Tom smirked, raising an eyebrow, "What can I say? I'm a celebrity around here." He leaned on the table, crossing his arms.
Star was unimpressed. "Is that why those Princesses keep staring at you as if you the hottest thing since the sun was created?" she rolled her eyes.
"That's because I am," there was a glint in his fiery eyes, "Ladies love class."
The princess scoffed.
"You're wearing multiple earrings with a suit, that's hardly any class," Star took a moment to study his face, "Wait, is that another one in your eyebrow?"
"Yeah, it is." Tom replied smugly, "Admit it, you totally envy me right now."
"As if." She was bluffing; she totally envied him. The Mewnian Princess had always wanted permanent piercings besides those on her ears. She thought they gave an edgy appearance, and she'd looked absolutely menacing in battle. However, her parents were absolutely against any permanent facial earrings. She'd be the face of Mewni one day, and piercings weren't widely accepted in her culture.
Star longingly stared at his eyebrow piercing. It suited him... but if she were allowed to have one, she would wear it much better than him.
"Excuse me, staring is rude," Tom remarked.
"I think your presence is rude enough if you ask me," Star retorted. She finished the rest of her drink, allowing the heat of the alcohol to comfort her.
"Well, I didn't ask you," the demon said. He crossed his arms, barely acknowledging her with any type of glance.
"Doesn't matter, as a being in this universe, I am allowed to state my opinion proudly," the blonde girl declared.
"As a princess, you're supposed to agree with those around you and keep your opinion to yourself," Tom replied.
"If I were a normal princess, I'd be over there with the rest of the averages. Since I'm an awesome princess, I've over here finishing all the alcohol and talking back to the Prince of Hell." Star grabbed a bottle to emphasize her point.
"Yeah, you don't have to remind me how weird you are," he rolled his eyes. Tom smirked at Star's indignant snarl. She obviously understood he was taunting her for the heck of it, but that didn't mean she was going to take it without a fight.
"For you information, I may be weird but at least I'm not evil," she stuck her tongue out at him.
Maybe it wasn't wise to have taken so many drinks.
"I'd rather be evil than a spoiled brat," he countered. He looked straight at her. Their rebellious eyes stared at one another.
"Douchenugget."
"Knuckle-dragger.
"Mouth-breather."
"Minger."
"Asshat."
"Bitch."
Star gasped in an offended manner, "I am not a bitch."
Tom released a loud laugh, "You're the bitchiest person I know. And this is coming from someone that lives in the Underworld."
She realized how close they were to each other. Their name calling had resulted in them nearing each other in an attempt to square up. The princess was close enough to see the deep, solid color of his crimson eyes. His broad shoulders and impressive height gave him a certain aura that could have intimidated anyone in the room. Star had to stand on her toes so that she didn't look as small.
His red eyes broke from their gaze. Star was about to claim victory until she saw Tom's eyes wander to her cleavage. She furiously blushed. Before she could say anything, he began speaking.
"I overheard your little gossip group over there," he said.
Her mouth suddenly became very dry.
"I heard how unsatisfying your boyfriend is," Tom continued. Star glared at him.
"That's none of your business," she made a move to leave. A lavender hand wrapped around her wrist. The princess turned around angrily.
"No, listen. I actually thought we could help each other," the Demon Prince suggested. She raised a hand to slap him, but he caught it.
"Just listen."
Had this been any other occasion, Star would have already blasted him into oblivion. However, she was tipsy, bored, and missing her wand, so there were few options. She might as well humor him.
"What are you suggesting?" the blonde asked.
"You need someone to help you with that ache, and I haven't had a decent girl in months," he explained. Star flushed.
"How could you even think—Marco's your best friend!" she growled.
"I have nothing against my buddy, Marco. I still plan to be friends with him," Tom replied.
"You just plan on betraying his trust and acting like nothing happened?"
"You're taking this way too personal, Star. I'm just suggesting a no strings attached kind of deal. We both complete our side of the deal, and go on out merry way."
"Why would you even suggest this to me?" Star asked with an appalled tone of voice.
"Don't flatter yourself, I can ask anyone else; you're easily expendable," he narrowed his eyes.
"Why not just ask any of the other princesses then?" The Mewnian was becoming even more skeptical.
"Listen, I'm trying to find someone who won't use me for the thrown, or someone who won't use it for the opportunity to kill me. I don't trust any of them, including you, but if I'm picking my poison, I might as well choose you. I heard you were in a time of need and assumed you were a good candidate."
Star looked unconvinced.
"In case you didn't get the message, I don't like you at all and I'm sure the feeling is mutual. That means none of this will become too complicated. We fuck with no sentiments. You go back with your boyfriend and I get an itch scratched and we never speak of this again."
"You're lying... this is all some scam to get me to break up with Marco," Star said.
He scoffed, "I couldn't care less about your pathetic relationship. If you're so worried about it, we'll make this deal official and bind it with a spell. That way, I'm obligated to keep my mouth shut."
She didn't know if it was the wine, but she was actually contemplating his offer. Star had lived her entire life without that sort of physical contact involving lust, more than almost 80 percent of her race. The pent up frustration was growing every day, and she was afraid she might just pop.
However, Marco held a special place in her heart, and she'd feel guilty knowing that she slept with his best friend just because she was impatient.
"No thanks. Marco doesn't think about these things, and neither will I."
Tom let out an incredulous guffaw. "What are you talking about? Marco and I talk about girls all the time and he hardly even mentions your name."
"What?" she asked in disbelief.
"Look me in the eyes and dare to accuse me of lying," the demon dared. Star looked at him, studying his features for any trace of a lie. His eyes were on her, but they revealed nothing to confidence. His stance was casual, but with no hints of irritation. Usually, that was a trait that suggested he was lying.
"You really want this, don't you?" she asked.
"Just one night. That's all I'm asking for, and I won't bother you or Marco."
The thought of a relationship with no actual commitment was alluring. It didn't seem that bad. It was just one night. One night wouldn't kill anybody. Like the girls said, it might even help her relationship. Maybe she'd even see that there was nothing interesting about it, resulting in her losing all interest in the prospect. Her curiosity would be fully sated.
Star just needed to get it off her chest once in for all. 20 years was a long time, and who knows when she'd get another chance. Besides, if Marco was busy drifting off about other girls, why couldn't she do the same?
"Just one night..." she said.
"Just one night," he confirmed.
"Fine. Let's do it tonight before I change my mind," Star retorted. Tom extended his hand and Star grasped it. They shook, causing black flames to encase their palms.
"The deal is set," he leaned down to her ear, "I'll meet you outside. From there we'll head to my place." A heated wave traveled down her spine at his low, resonant voice.
The Mewnian Princess watched the demon stroll through the large crowd of people and through the exit.
Star gulped. She was going to need another drink.
A/N: Those are actually real insults I searched up. After the feedback, I'll update in about two days.