#because that's the normal big girl adult decision to make FOR FUCKING SURE sir.

[revasserium]

YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I WAS HAPPY SEEING YOUR MARIUS FIC THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR FEEDING US MARIUS STANS 😭🫶

omg??? ur welcome! i'm glad u liked it!!!! and as much as it seems like i am on a zoro only kick lately, i am still playing tot every day LOL (gotta do my dailies!!!) and i'm still feral in collecting teardrops for whenever the next marius event/ssr comes around like literally..... this is Unhinged Behavior.

#tears of themis #tot #marius von hagen #lu jinghe #literally............ its so dangerous to have a real job and a real annual salary and ALSO be into this fucking otome game like #oh... this money that /i/ earned.... so /i/ can use it shamelessly on whatever /i/ want???? #so........................ #i can therefore SHAMELESSLY toss money at teardrop packages instead of idk investing them in my 401k or like.... putting it in a mutual fun #right??????????? RIGHT????????? right. #because that's the normal big girl adult decision to make FOR FUCKING SURE sir. #yall should've heard the NOISE i made when i saw the latest limited ssr event for marius's like... tea-picking card #🌧 raindrops

[salvejoon]

Life is Beautifully Ugly (At Times) - pjm | 04

⇒ Warnings for this chapter: Cursing and Jimin almost getting his ass kicked.

⇒ A/N: oaisfjasio this chapter is chaotic, I’m sorry

Your phone rang and when you looked at the clock, you groaned but picked it up, “Why the fuck are you calling at ass o’clock?” 

A tiny hand smacked your shoulder, “No bad words, Imo.” 

“Ah shit, sorry Hyejin.” 

The girl shook her head and rolled over to her side as you got out of bed, “Good morning to you too.” Jimin said. 

“Fuck off.” You whispered into the phone and exited the bedroom, “Seriously, it’s like 6.30 AM, Jimin.” 

“And?” 

“And it’s Saturday. You know… Weekend. A day off. Something that you are in desperate need of.” 

“Hm.” With a hum, he brushed you off, “Do you have plans this Monday?” 

You raised a brow, “No, why?”

“Good, then I won’t have to ask you to cancel them.” 

“Planning to ask me out?” You teased and you could almost hear how hard he rolled his eyes through the phone. 

“Not in a million years.”

“Hey, I’m a catch.” You protested. 

“Yes, a catch of STDs.” 

“No, that’s you.” 

Jimin sighed and cleared his throat, “I’ve just spoken to my father-”

“Ugh.”

“I’ve heard from Han and Charlotte’s lawyer and he requested a meeting. A meeting my father will attend. He wants to know if they have a testament.” 

“They do and they sure as hell didn’t include him in anything.” You huffed as you entered the kitchen, looking for a mug, “He’s going to be disappointed. It only concerns us and Hyejin.” 

“I don’t want to argue with you. Just be there at 10 AM and don’t be late. You know the address for our office building, yes?” 

“Of course I do, it’s that tall fugly building.” 

He sighed heavily before speaking, “Bye Y/N.”  

Monday rolled around and you got up early and got dressed. You opted to go for a simple pair of dark jeans and a white tee. Nothing special. You wanted to be as comfortable as possible while you were in the lion's den. You were already nervous as hell, not need to add to that concerning yourself with how you look.

Namjoon came over half an hour before you were about to head out and Hyejin immediately latched herself onto his leg, “Do you want to watch One Punch man with me, Boon?”

He smiled down at her and picked her up, “I wish I could but Imo and I have to go to a very important meeting soon but when we get back, I’ll watch it with you.” 

“You promise?” 

He picked her up and kissed her forehead, “I promise. If your Imo lets me, I’ll even sleepover tonight.” 

You chuckled as you walked over to them, fingers poking Hyejin’s ribs gently, causing her to giggle, “Boon can stay over if you promise to go to bed when I tell you to.” 

Some whining and a pout later, she was in your arms as you invited Mrs. Shin inside the apartment and kissed Hyejin goodbye, telling her to be nice to the older woman. 

The drive to the office building had your nervousness rising. Namjoon noticed instantly, of course, “Don’t be nervous, Y/N.” 

You swallowed, “But this is it, Joon. I have to sit in a room with lawyers and Jimin and his father and I have to be an adult and I have to think about Hyejin’s future not to forget I’m scared shitless if Han and Charlotte have included that wretched family in the testament.” 

“That’s why I’m here. I’m your lawyer and have Hyejin’s best interests in mind.” 

You turned your head and smiled at him, “I still need to know what I have to pay you.” 

He shook his head, “Absolutely nothing, Y/N.” 

“But-”

“Concentrate on driving, sprout and I’ll concentrate on the big decisions.” 

Namjoon leaned in and you felt his breath against your ear, “And please try to keep your temper in check.” 

You huffed, “I have no idea what you mean.” 

“Y/N.” 

“Fine, I’ll let you do the talking.” 

He nodded satisfied and put his hand on the small of your back, leading you into the meeting room. All eyes fell upon the pair of you, several men dressed in suits looking at you enter the room. You noticed Namjoon inclining his head to some of the others, no doubt some of his acquaintances. You let him lead you to the table but you paused, “Jimin isn’t here.” 

“He’s probably a little late.”

You snorted, “And he told me not to be late.” 

Your best friend checked his watch, “It’s only 9.55 AM. Calm down.” 

You crossed your arms, “Fine.” 

Namjoon smiled at you before one of the other men tapped his shoulder and he excused himself for a moment. You stood by the chair, debating with yourself if you should sit down or if it would seem rude. Not wanting to risk anything, you kept standing. You could still feel some eyes on you and you cursed softly under your breath. It was making you anxious. You wanted to leave the room. 

A commotion made you turn your head towards the entrance to the room and you saw Jimin enter, his eyes landing on you as the first and he nodded towards you. You nodded back and watched as he greeted the other men in the room. Then his father entered the room and you felt shivers run down your back. That man had a commanding presence, you had to give him that.

Jimin’s attention was on his father the moment he grabbed his shoulder and you could see how they whispered to each other, his father bitching about you being there, no doubt. 

The man you guessed was a mediator of sorts greeted all the people in the room and asked them politely to please sit down. Namjoon was at your side in a flash, pulling out the chair for you before sitting down himself. You kept your hands in your lap as you listened to the guy explain the purpose of the meeting. 

“As Mr. and Mrs. Park’s lawyer, I believe I should go first.” 

“That’s their lawyer, Harris Wong.” Namjoon whispered to you and you nodded. Harris pulled out his briefcase, opened it and pulled out a small stack of papers. 

“I have their testament right here.” He said and put on his glasses as he began to read out loud. Some legal stuff that didn’t really concern you at first, it was only at the possessions section that your ears perked and listened. 

All of their savings were to be transferred to a bank account in Hyejin’s name, as well as the money from the apartment and cars after they’ve been sold. Other personal belongings with emotional value were to be given amongst family members if they wanted something. 

So far you were relieved that Hyejin at least had her adult life settled with money. She would have the account unlocked once she turned 18 and it was approved by her guardians. 

“Speaking of guardians, there’s the matter of their daughter, Hyejin Park. Han and Charlotte have written their wishes down to ensure that their daughter would continue to stay with family.”

You fisted your shirt in your lap as you listened, “They wished for Han’s brother, Park Jimin-” 

Your heart fell. Namjoon put his hand above one of yours in comfort. You had hoped that you would become the guardian of your niece but if it was what they wished then you’d have no say in it. 

“And Charlotte’s sister, Miss Y/N Y/L/N, to become the child’s guardians. Equal parental rights.” 

At this, Jimin’s father stood up from his chair and glared at Harris, “This woman is to become the guardian of my grandchild?” 

Harris took off his glasses, “It’s what they wanted and has taken legal action to make it happen.”

“She doesn’t even have citizenship!” 

“I’ll make sure she gets a permanent resident visa, Mr. Park.” Namjoon said, his voice stern and professional as he leveled the older man with a hard stare. 

“She doesn’t have a steady income! How will she afford schooling, tutoring-”

“Your son is also guardian to your granddaughter, Mr. Park, as thus it is also his responsibility.” Harris countered.

“I believe it would be in the child’s best interests if I should become her sole guardian. I can provide her with the best tutoring and-” 

“Absolutely fucking not!” You stood up with a slam on the table, “I will not let my niece become just another asset to earn some money on. Sure, you can probably provide her with the best of the best but what about love? Care? Will you come into her room at night when she’s crying for her parents and console her? When she gets older and asks about her mother, what will you say? ‘Oh, I didn’t bother to get to know your mother because I hated her.’”

“You will watch your tone.” Mr. Park warned but you didn’t care. He could try to use his intimidation shit on you as much as he wanted to. 

You were a little scared of him under normal circumstances but certainly not when it was your niece’s future that was at stake. 

“I will do no such thing. You don’t scare me, old man. You are really out of your damn mind if you think you could do a better job. I’ve been there every step of the way with Hyejin. I was there at her birth and every single birthday. I watched Han’s heart break every time Hyejin asked about her grandfather. I was there when he cried because you had called him a failure and a disgrace to the family simply because he fell in love with my sister. I saw the mental damage you gave him over the years. I’ll be damned if I let her go with you and be raised by a fucking nanny! The audacity you elitist fucks have-” 

“Y/N, that’s enough.” Namjoon said, pulling you down to your chair, “My client has nothing else to say.” And he kicked your shin under the table as you opened your mouth. 

Jimin sighed quietly. He didn’t know if he should be appalled by your behavior, his father’s idea of thinking he would be a better guardian or by the fact that you left the room in anger, Namjoon tailing after you, excusing the both of you. What an absolute circus.

His father turned to him as soon as the door closed, “Who does that woman think she is?” 

“Hyejin’s guardian, sir.” 

“There has to be some way to get her to relinquish the guardianship. The child would best be off in my care. Perhaps we should offer her money. That sort of woman wants money above all else.” His father continued and Jimin had the feeling that his day was about to get worse.

“I told you to keep your temper in check!” Namjoon, ever calm and calculated, a patient man, your constant rock the last decade, was currently yelling at you. 

He had never raised his voice towards you before. 

You must’ve really fucked up.

“J-Joon, I’m sorry but that old fucker just-”

“I don’t want to hear it. God-fucking-dammit!” He kicked the wheel of the car and you winced when he yelped in pain. 

“Please don’t hurt yourself.” You said but he shot you a glare so intense, you lowered your head like a child being scolded.

“You, no, we will be lucky if he doesn’t drag this to court to try and prove you unfit to be her guardian, Y/N. You do realize that he can hire the best of the best in the field without batting an eye.” 

“But you’re the best of the best, Joonie.” 

“Flattery will get you nowhere right now, woman.” 

You huffed and crossed your arms, leaning against the car, “Fine! I’m sorry, okay?! Just please don’t be mad. I know I fucked up royally and-” 

“Royally would be an understatement.”

“I never thought I’d see the day where you two would be having a fight.” Came Jimin’s voice as he approached the two of you. You glared at him, stomping up to him and with a finger, poked his chest hard. 

“You were of absolutely no help in there, you ass! Why didn’t you say anything?” You chided, growing angrier at his passive face. 

“I didn’t want to get involved more than necessary in this mess. I don’t control my father.” He said cooly. 

“Well, you’re in deep seeing as we are now the guardians of Hyejin!” 

“Unless you say yes.” 

“Say yes to what?” 

“Say yes to money and give my father what he wants.” 

The silence stretched for more than a minute and you simply stared at him until you saw red and grabbed the front of his suit with one hand and formed a fist with your other hand, “YOU ASSHOLE!” 

Namjoon had to move quickly before your fist connected with Jimin’s jaw. He grabbed you tightly and moved you backward away from Jimin, who looked a little surprised at your sudden aggression. 

“Let me go right now!” You trashed against him, “I’m going to beat him into a bloody pulp!” 

“You’re out of your mind.” Jimin spat.

“The second I get free, I’ll make sure to show you just how much!”

“Calm down!” 

“Don’t you fucking tell me to calm down, Namjoon! This motherfucker really thinks that he can bribe me with money to give up Hyejin to his sick fuck of a father!” 

“I don’t believe any of the sort, woman! I simply passed on what my father planned.” Jimin said and you stopped moving in Namjoon’s arms, “I know no amount of money will get you to give up Hyejin but my father thinks so.” 

You looked like you thought about it for a second but then, “Or it’s just so you can get out of it!” 

“I will respect my brother’s wish of taking care of Hyejin.” Jimin countered as he stepped closer to you, ignoring Namjoon’s warning gaze, “Don’t you dare insinuate otherwise.” 

“You were certainly quick to suggest otherwise and now I’m supposed to believe you meant something else? Fuck off!” 

“My father is in no way shape or form able to take care of a child. He doesn’t realize how big of a burden-”

“Oh! So now she’s a burden?!” You began thrashing again and Namjoon groaned loudly, “Let me go! I’ll rearrange your fucking face, Park Jimin!” 

“I think the pair of you will make excellent guardians for Hyejin.” Namjoon said quietly to himself, while still struggling to keep you caged in his arms, “What a fucking mess.”

#jimin x fem!reader

[holly-hep]

The Beauty of Being Numb | Klaus Hargreeves x Reader

Chapter 2: I Think We’re Alone Now

Not my gift, it belongs to @subtlehysteria​

Index

(Y/N) was completely lost looking at Klaus while he poured some more liquor in his cup. He hadn't changed a bit, he looked exactly like the first time she saw him all those years ago in rehab.

She had waited so long to see him again. She hoped for him to visit his dad someday, but he never did, nor the others. And Mr. Hargreeves knew the exact location of all his children but Klaus, he was just too unpredictable and never stayed in a single place for long. (Y/N) was about to give up all hope when the old man died and Pogo told her Klaus probably would pass by, but she wasn’t so sure. Yet, there he was, the sun illuminating his face like a dream come true.

-So, did you?- she blinks, realizing the man was talking to her the whole time.

-I’m sorry... What?

-Oh, don’t worry, you can tell me, I won’t snitch on you with Luther- she looks at him confused-. Did you kill my dad?

-No!- she feels a sting on her chest-. How can you even...?

-I’m just kidding, love!- he laughs it off-. I know you didn’t, Luther’s just paranoic, like always.

-Oh.

-How you’ve been? I thought I’ll never see you again.

He walks to her and takes her hands in his. She blushes.

-Great... I’ve missed you.

-Who doesn’t?- Klaus smiles nattily-. I want to talk with you about so many things, but... Can you help me first?

-Sure!

-I don’t want Luther to be nagging me about the whole “Dad was murdered” thing. Can you sober me up so I can talk to him?

(Y/N) frowns. 

-Are you sure?- she places a hand on his cheek-. I know you hate using your power.

-Yeah, but if it helps me get Luther off my ass, I will.

-Ok- she isn't convinced yet, but if that helped him feel better, she’ll help.

They walk back to the living room, now empty, and Klaus sits down in front of the urn. 

-Whenever you’re ready- he nods, and the girl concentrates, her eyes turning yellow.

She starts feeling tipsy, the effect of absorbing Klaus’s drunkenness and something else.

-Listen up, old man- Klaus is suddenly serious, passing around the room-. You know, if I was murdered, and one of my sons... Adopted sons... Happened to be able to commune with the dead, I might think about, I don’t know, I don’t know... Manifesting! Do the whole big angry ghost lecture!

He throws his arms up, frustrated, and then starts imitating his father’s voice:

-Tell everyone who done it and find eternal peace- he sighs and stops fooling-. Eternal peace is probably overrated.

They spent hours trying to communicate with Reginald, but nothing happened. Maybe he wasn’t available? What do people even do in the afterlife?

-C’mon, C’mon! Chop, chop!- Klaus screams, surprising (Y/N)-. You always were a stubborn bastard!

-Klaus!

-Sorry- he approaches the bar-. I don’t know about you, but I need a drink.

She lets go of him, her eyes going back to normal, and runs to get between him and the bottles.

-I don’t think you should drink so much just after leaving rehab.

-Sweetheart, I only went to the clinic because I had nowhere to sleep. I'm a lost cause.

He tries to grab a bottle, but Sol hits his hand away. He glares at her, faking being offended. 

-C’mon, love.

-No.

-(Y/N)

-No.

Both adults start fighting, Klaus trying to grab a bottle and Sol blocking his way.

-Klaus, stop!

In his attempt to grab the whiskey, his elbow hits his father’s urn and it tips over, the ashes falling all over the counter.

-Fuck...

-Sir Reginald!

(Y/N) kneels down and tries to collect the ashes with frenzy while Klaus laughs at her back.

-It’s not funny! Help me, you idiot!.

She was mortified, Luther was going to kill them, or worst. Klaus kneels beside her with the urn and starts pouring the ashes back in it. He is was laughing, too high to care in the bare minimum, when he heard (Y/N) sobbing.

-Hey, hey- he takes her by the chin-. Don’t worry, no one will notice. And if they do, I’ll take the blame, ok? It’s okay.

He hugs her, accidentally leaving some ashes on her back. He just blows them away and smiles at her.

(Y/N) just sniffles and finishes picking up as many ashes as she can. Then, she stands up and goes to the kitchen, not speaking to Klaus.

-Love, common...- he follows her with it in his hands-. Are you mad?

-No- she is scared and sad but isn't about to say it.

-(Y/N)- he takes her by the hand and pulls her to him-. What’s wrong?

-It's just that... I really wanted your siblings to like me. And now they even suspect I killed your father. 

-Oh, love- he leaves the urn in the table-. No one thinks you killed dad, but Luther. And he's just being a dickhead, like always. Besides...

-I also expected to see you rehabilitated. After all these years, I was hoping you were on the right path. 

Klaus fell silent, suddenly feeling terrible and for the first in his life, regretting his decisions. He just couldn't stand the deception in her eyes. 

-And if I promise to you I'll try being sober?- he'll regret saying that later. 

-Really?- her eyes light up. 

-Yeah- he looks in his pockets and takes out a plastic bag with pills-. Starting now. See? It's all I have, I promise. 

She looked at him suspiciously. 

-Look, I'm even going to make myself a coffee to sober up a little, ok? 

-I can make it for you- (Y/N) smiles softly, believing him-. Sit down while I prepare it. 

She turns to look for a mug and he takes the opportunity to take three pills, quickly swallowing them. Just after he does, she remembers and takes the bag from the table, throwing the pills to the trash. 

-Where were you?- Sol asks while searching for the coffee.

-Sorry?- Klaus sits on the table.

-When you find out about your dad...

-Oh.

“I was being resurrected in an ambulance after an overdose.” He thinks.

-I was walking out of the rehab clinic, I saw it in a newspaper.

-And where were you going? Where do you live?

-I’m a free spirit, darling.

(Y/N)  turns to see him shocked:

-Are you homeless?

-You can also put it that way.

-Don’t you have someone? You know... Like a partner or something?- she almost crosses her fingers for the answer to be no.

-Oh no, love- she goes back to stirring the coffee and smiles-. I’m not a one-person man, you know that.

-Sure.

Sol puts the spoon in the sink and is about to grab the mug when music starts playing from the upper floors.

“Children behave, that’s what they say when we’re together.”

-What’s that?- she asks as Klaus looks to the ceiling.

-Tiffany.

-Who?

-The singer, Tiffany- she looks at him confused-. You really don’t know her?

Sol denies. 

-She was a big deal in the ‘80s.

Klaus jumps to the floor, and she laughs as he started moving his hips, dancing to the rhythm.

-Dance with me, (Y/N)

The girl shakes her head, turning red for the millionth time that day. Klaus pouts and starts slowly dancing towards her, extending his arms.

-I don’t know how to dance- she admits. 

-Yes, you do.

The boy offers his hand, she can read “Hello” on his palm. Shyly, she takes it and he pulls her closer, almost to his chest, and starts dancing.

“I think we’re alone now, there doesn’t seem to be anyone around.”

She starts relaxing, letting the music guide her. She doesn't believe it is intended to be danced like that, but she isn't complaining; having Klaus so close was amazing.

“Look at the way we gotta hide what we’re doin’.”

He lets go of her hand and moves excitedly around the room. She laughs, letting her hair finally free.

"Cause what would they say if they ever knew..." 

Klaus covers his face with his hands while (Y/N) spins around, her long skirt flowing like a wave. He then takes the urn from the table and starts dancing with it.

-Klaus, leave that!- she laughs nervously.

She approaches him, taking it from him and putting it back on the table. He takes her again by the hand and starts dancing together at a slow pace. 

"And then you put your arms around me and we tumble to the ground..."

He was hot, literally, she can feel his warm bare chest against hers. The girl rests her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes and enjoying the moment. 

"I think we're alone now, the beating of our hearts, it's the only..." 

She takes a step back and Klaus jumps when the music is interrupted by a loud strike and the lights go out.

#klaus hargreeves #klaus hargreeves imagine #klaus hargreeves x reader #klaus hargreeves x you #the umbrella academy #tua

[blueneonlightshow-blog]

Blood Moon Ball (Bad Boy AU)

“Well? What did you think?” The princess asked as her earth guide exited the classroom last.

Marco shrugged, burying his hands in his pockets. “Eh… Easiest test ever.”

“Easiest- what are you talking about?”

“What? It was easy.”

“Really? I found that test to be quite difficult.”

“Yeah, well it’s earth history. You’re from another dimension,” he mentioned as the two walked over to the cafeteria.

“Regardless, I have witnessed many students studying this topic for days and you looked at it ten minutes beforehand. You must be extraordinarily intelligent if you could learn the topic-”

Marco turned and faced the princess with that mischievous smirk. He backed her against the lockers and leaned in. “Whoa, whoa, hold on. Did I just hear something nice come out of your mouth? That can’t be!” he asked, bringing his ear closer to Star. “I think I need to hear that one more time, princess.”

Star rolled her eyes, pushing him away. “And you wonder why I don’t compliment you.”

“Oh, do tell, princess. What do you have to say about the gracious host that’s showing you a good time here on Earth? Nothing bad I’m sure, right?” he said, nudging Star’s arm.

She swatted him away and brushed her sleeves. “Not even the castle back on Mewni is big enough for you and your ego.”

“Ouch. Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee. How appropriate.”

“”…I… don’t understand what you mean by-“

"It’s an Earth phrase. It…” Marco sighed. “Never mind… Jeez, how did you ever get by?”

“I have carriages to take me where I please.”

“Not what I… whatever.” The two entered the cafeteria and stood in line with the rest of the students waiting for their lunch to be served. “You don’t understand jokes, you’re strict, you’re only nice some of the time, and you don’t like fun. Man, I feel bad for whatever prince has to marry you… You need to loosen up. That’s how you get the guys. Not this royal crap you keep doing.”

Star glared at the boy. “As if you had any experience with dating? Tell me, how is Jackie Lynn Thomas doing? Still haven’t spoken to her yet?”

“None of your business.”

The princess smiled. “I’ll take that as a no.”

“It’s complicated!”

“You need to loosen up, Marco Diaz. That’s how you get the girls. Not this bad boy… crap… you keep doing… ugh…” She stuck out her tongue in disgust, still not used to saying something so vulgar.

“Hey, I’m relaxed all the time, princess. I don’t know what you’ve been watching, but-”

“Hello Jackie Lynn Thomas!” Star cheerfully called out. Marco jumped in shock, quickly turning around only to find no one there. The momentary heart attack finally stopped as he sighed a breath of relief. He could hear the princess snicker behind him. “Pfft you certainly look relaxed to me…”

Marco pulled his hood over to cover his face, a small blush creeping onto his cheeks. “Shut up…”

Star giggled. She held her tray out and received a sandwich and some fries. “Thank you very much, sir. Oh, and to answer your previous question, I did have a boyfriend once.”

Another sandwich landed on Marco’s tray. The boy stopped in place and stared at her with wide eyes before bursting out in laughter, attracting several people’s attention. “You? A boyfriend? Hahahaha! You’re joking!”

“That was not a joke, Marco Diaz.”

“Haha, okay, whatever you say princess- hahahaha!” The two walked over to an empty table and took a seat. The bad boy couldn’t help but continue laughing at the absurdity of her comment. “So what happened? Long distance didn’t work out for you?”

“It was about a year ago when I broke up with him, if you must know.”

“Riiiight… and what was his name?”

“Tom.”

“…Tom…?”

“Yes, you heard me.”

“…” Marco blankly stared at the princess before cracking up once more. “You’ve gotta be shitting me.”

Star rolled her eyes and began to eat her meal. “Language, Marco Diaz.”

“Alright, so… what was this guy like?”

“If you must know, he was the prince of the underworld.”

“Prince of the underworld- you dated a demon!?”

“Well… yes. That is true.”

Marco could barely keep it together at this point. She had to be making this up, right? “You just can’t get away from bad boys, can you? Haha- w-wait, that’s not like… a fetish or something, right?” he asked, slowly scooting away from her.

Star ignored his comment and took another bite. “He did have a temper, yes. But aside from that, he was… kind… I think…”

The bad boy shook his head. “Okay well, thanks for the laugh, but the joke’s over. It’s not funny anymore.”

“I told you it wasn’t a joke.”

“Oh please! You expect me to believe you dated a demon prince of the underworld named Tom!?”

As if right on cue, the ground shook, making the tables and chairs vibrate and clamor together. Students began to lose their balance, dropping trays and drinks onto the floor. Soon the earth cracked open, a burst of flames erupting from the opening. A large, dark crimson carriage appeared through the unholy fires, led by a skeleton horse. The students watched in awe as the flames dissipated and the door opened, revealing a shroud of smoke. Marco watched in shock as a figure in a black suit with horns stepped down from the carriage and approached Star. The princess watched in annoyance.

The figure stopped in front of the princess, taking off the sunglasses he had on, and revealed three eyes mischievously gazing at her. “Hey Star. I’m here to take you to the Blood Moon Ball…”

Star sighed, getting up from her seat and pushing the demon back into his carriage. “No. No, no, no, no, no. You need to leave right now. Take your carriage and fire and dead horse, and go back to the underworld.”

The horse looked back at the demon feeling betrayed. “Wait… I’m dead?”

The princess walked back to her table where Marco watched with his mouth hanging open. The demon smiled, bringing himself to his feet and stood once more in front of Star. “C'mon, Starship. It’s the Blood Moon Ball. It only happens once every six hundred and sixty seven years…”

“We broke. Up.”

“OKAY, STOP! Timeout!” Marco slammed his hands on the table. “Who. The fuck. Are you?”

“Language, Marco Diaz-”

“Stop that.”

The demon glared at the boy for interrupting the conversation. “…Tom Lucitor. Prince of the underworld. Why?”

“You’re Tom? You're… real…?” he asked in complete disbelief, looking back at Star for confirmation. She simply rolled her eyes.

“You’ve heard of me?”

“You used to be Star’s boyfriend…”

“So?”

Marco looked at Tom once more, analyzing his appearance. “But… but you… you’re hot!”

The demon widened his eyes, glancing at Star before returning his attention to the boy. He cleared his throat, trying to move past the uncomfortable vibe. “Uh… Thanks…?”

“You can have any girl in any dimension! Why the hell are you after Star of all people!?”

“Language-”

“Princess, I swear, if you say that one more time…”

“Oh, that’s what you meant,” Tom said with a relieved sigh. “And what do you mean why? You think she’s all yours or something?” he asked in a threatening tone.

“What? She’s not-”

“Just stay out of my way. I’m trying to talk to Star about something important. Let the adults speak.”

Maybe it’s because it’s been so long that he’s been confronted, but it made Marco boil being insulted like that. He put on a fake smile for the demon. “You know, maybe you shouldn’t piss me off like that, Tom.”

“Listen, kid. I don’t- ARGH!”

Marco punched the demon and karate chopped his arm, making his hand pop off. It surprised the bad boy when he saw ghastly smoke coming out of his wrist, but even more shocking was the sudden shift in mood. Tom gritted his teeth, his eyes now glowing red. A deathly essence could be felt throughout the room, giving even Marco chills.

“Uh-oh…” Star muttered. She pulled on Marco’s sleeves. “We better run.”

Tom shook his head and tried to laugh it off. “Woah, woah, haha… no, no, no, see, that's… why I have my support system! See?” He reached back into the carriage and pulled out a fluffy bunny. He pet the small creature, rubbing its fur as the animal seemed to smile at the treatment. “See, I’m a changed man! I don't… get angry anymore,” he said as his eyes began to turn back to normal. “Totally under control now.”

Star was impressed at how quickly the demon changed back to normal. She sighed, placing a hand on Marco’s shoulder. “Please don’t fight the prince of the underworld.”

Marco glared at Tom before lowering his fists. “…He started it.”

Tom took a deep breath and recomposed himself. “Right. Like I said, I want to take you to the Blood Moon Ball. And I get it! You don’t trust me. You’re mad, you think I’m a total jerk. But I have changed…”

“…Really…?”

“Absolutely! I can prove it, too. Tonight. I’ll show you what the new Tom looks like.”

“The new Tom…” Star contemplated the pros and cons of this decision. Maybe a second chance is in order.

“Princess? You’re not seriously thinking about going with this guy, are you?”

“Hey, if you’re not sure, don’t worry. No pressure at all. But if you do decide to come, just ring this bell.” The demon handed over a small, ornate bell with carved ruby accents on it. He gave the princess a smile before going back into the carriage. “I… hope to see you there, Star.” With that, a burst of flames rose from the ground as the carriage descended into the depths of the underworld.

Marco watched, unimpressed at the spectacles. “Hmph… show off…”

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Star walked towards her closet, trying to find something special for the occasion, while Marco sat on her bed, watching her pick out the right dress.

“I can’t believe you’re actually going to Tom’s stupid dance.”

“I don’t see why not. It could be fun…”

“Fun? You have dimensional scissors. We could just go to someplace cool like last time? Now that was fun.”

“Yes, but this is a different kind of fun… I think it’ll be an interesting experience. After all, Tom does seem genuine this time around.” Star pulled out a red and pink dress, scanning the looks before smiling to herself. She touched the magic mirror, transforming it into a divider. “I trust you won’t peak…”

“Lemme just get my camera,” he said sarcastically. The princess walked behind the divider, throwing her normal clothes over the edge. Marco turned his head to give her some privacy. “You know, I’ve met guys like Tom, and I’m not saying he’s an asshole, but… he’s an asshole.”

“Language, Marco Diaz.”

“Fuck you. All I’m trying to say is that guys like Tom don’t change.”

“An amusing assessment coming from a delinquent such as yourself.”

“Yeah, yeah, call me a hypocrite… but that doesn’t mean I’m not right.”

“Come now, Marco Diaz. I think I can handle whatever comes my wa-AAAAYYYYY….”

Marco looked back at the divider, seeing some sparkling mist coming from behind. “…Are… you okay?”

“Y-yes, yes… I just… need to stop using magic on… on my face…”

“Okaaayyy… well, I still don’t like this whole dance thing. Feels like Tom’s scheming something. I mean, why don’t you just skip it and stay here? It’s probably way safer than whatever he’s planning.”

“Please, he’s not planning anything.”

“You don’t know that… Maybe I should tag along, just in case.”

“Marco Diaz, are you actually concerned about me?”

The boy’s heart stopped at her question. “W-what? No!”

He heard a light giggle coming from the divider. “I must say, it’s quite heartwarming to hear you care so much about me for once.”

“I don’t! I just don’t like Tom! I can’t stand creeps, but if you want to fall for his plans, then go right ahead,” he ranted, crossing his arms in a childish manner.

“Very well.” Star closed the divider, turning it back into the magic mirror. “So? What do you think?”

Marco’s eyes widened as he gazed upon Star. The red dress fit her perfectly, her hair now wavy, coming together in a large bun with strands curling down, complimenting her face. A small blush appeared on the boy’s cheeks as he tried to act tough once more. “…Y-yeah, you… you look fine…”

The princess smiled. “Thank you!”

“…It’s not safe, you know.”

“A lot of things aren’t safe.” She pulled out the bell and hit it with the small hammer, creating a deep, vibrating sound for such a tiny bell. A burst of flames appeared outside her window with another demon rising to her balcony, carrying a large carriage with it. “The underworld certainly knows how to make an entrance.” She placed the bell on her desk and climbed into the carriage and waved at the boy. “Goodbye, Marco Diaz!” She shut the door, and looked up at the demon.. “Okay, I’m all set!”

“Very well, mortal…” the parademon flapped its wings as it slowly descended into the fiery pit.

Slowly, the light of day began to vanish, replaced with a crimson red hue as she felt the carriage go further down. It took quite some time before Star finally made it to the bottom. She opened the door, finding herself in what seemed like a large cavern with a city unlike any other she has seen in the distance. She spotted a number of monsters and demons dressed in formal attire walking towards the same location.

“That must be where the ball is…”

“Star!” The princess turned her head to find her ex boyfriend approach her. Tom took a look at Star, examining her appearance. “Don’t you clean up nice.”

“Um… Thank you…”

“Hope the ride down wasn’t too long.”

“Well, it was getting a bit stuffy in there but it wasn’t all too-”

“Cool, cool! I’m glad it didn’t take much time. Oh, here. I got you something.” Tom pulled out a dead spider from behind his back, presenting it to her as if it were a jewel. “Wear this. It’ll help you fit in.”

Star backed away, disgusted by the present. “Thank you, but I’d rather not.”

The demon tilted his head, confused. “What? But Star, I’m telling you, it’ll be better if you wear-”

“That’s quite alright. I have my own theme I’m going by… Now then, I think it’s time we head in, don’t you?”

“…Y-yeah…”

Star walked ahead of Tom, somewhat excited to see what this dance would be like. The demon on the other hand was less enthusiastic, annoyed at Star’s defiance. He pet his rabbit as he walked in the castle.

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Marco was lying down on Star’s bed, his eyes closed as he munched on a bowl of nachos he made. He put in his earphones and played some songs on his phone, letting his mind wander. Normally he would enjoy his time alone from the princess, but today he felt off. He didn’t like the idea of Tom asking Star to this dance. Or maybe he just didn’t like Tom…

“Yeah, of course I don’t like him…” Marco muttered to himself, grabbing another chip. “…That’s the guy she used to date? He’s not even her type…”

The boy grew more annoyed at the thought, though he couldn’t understand why. Maybe it was the idea that she actually liked someone that was an asshole and she doesn’t act that way with him…

Marco opened his eyes. “Wait, what?” Did he just say he was jealous? “…No… no way…” That’s not it. He was just annoyed that she doesn’t treat him nicely… as a friend… “Yeah… that’s it… she’s friendly with an asshole like Tom but doesn’t treat me all too kind… That’s why I’m annoyed…” he convinced himself. The princess could at least say please and thank you.

…Oh wait… she does do that…

What exactly does she do that’s so mean to him?

“She makes fun of me…”

But that’s only because Marco teases her all the time.

“She’s always on my back about something.”

But that’s only because she doesn’t want him to get in trouble.

“She brings her dumb magic crap and ruins my life.”

But Marco has enjoyed life more than ever since Star appeared.

“…”

What does Star actually do that annoys Marco? In fact, was he even annoyed with Star to begin with?

“…”

The boy rolled to his side, his face against the pillow. He could smell the princess’ scent, making his heart beat a little faster. He growled, annoyed at this unknown feeling building up in his stomach. “Stop it, Marco. Don’t be a creep…”

His eyes wandered, looking at the mess the princess left behind. Funny. He thought she would be neater with her personality. Books and papers were on the ground, her clothes scattered here and there. Shirts, pants, dresses, underwea- Marco looked away. “C'mon, princess. Don’t just leave stuff like that lying around…”

He stopped when he saw the bell. The moonlight bounced off its reflective surface, mesmerizing the bad boy even more. He thought for a moment.

“…Nope. Not gonna do it.”

He turned the other direction.

“Not gonna do it,” he repeated. “She said she’d be fine without me. Not like anything bad is going to happen, right? Besides, who cares if something does happen to her. Not me. She’s got an all powerful magic wand. She’ll be fine. Not gonna go down there- oh, fuck me.”

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Star stood in line with her date, watching as the people in front of her took photos with a bucket of… blood… spilling over them.

“…Uh… Tom?”

“Yeah?”

“Is… that blood?”

The demon smiled. “Wouldn’t be a party without it, right? And get this. This time, it’s unicorn blood. I’m so excited to get our pictures taken together!”

“R-riiiight… I… don’t think I’m doing that.”

His smile instantly vanished. “What? Why not?”

“I don’t believe bathing in unicorn blood is exactly something I’d willingly do…”

“C'mon, Starship. Everyone’s doing it! It won’t hurt you.”

“One of my best friends is a unicorn.”

“Well they’re not related!”

“I am not bathing in unicorn blood.”

Tom opened his mouth but closed it, knowing he would lose the argument. He looked away, grumbling as he reached out for the bunny again.

“Tom?”

“Yeah, Star?”

“Are… you angry?”

He looked back at the princess. “What?”

“I can see you pet your rabbit. Are you getting angry with me?”

“Y- well, no. I mean-”

Star sighed. “Look, forget it. I’m going to get a drink.”

Tom watched his date leave him at the photo area, growing more irritated at Star’s uncooperative attitude. He let out a sigh, trying to calm himself. “It’s fine, Tom. Totally cool…” he said through clenched teeth. “Just don’t blow up…” The demon pet his bunny, letting the anger fade away.

Meanwhile, Star approached a bowl full of unknown liquids. She peered inside it and found the skeleton of a fish swimming in the punch. She gave a small smile, finding the animal rather cute. “Hello, little friend. Enjoying the water?”

The fish jumped up from the surface and fell back into the bowl.

“Aww, aren’t you just adorable…”

“Hey there.”

Star turned around to find a tall monster standing before her in a fancy suit. Although the suit didn’t help with his physical appearance considering he had the face of a bat. “Hello… Oh, I apologize, I’m blocking the drink. Did you want some?”

The monster held his hand up, refusing the offer. “Nah, I don’t need anything. Although, I might need your hand later.”

“My hand?”

“You know. For when you and I dance.”

Star chuckled, scratching the back of her head. “Ah… apologies, but I’m here with Tom as my partner for the night. Perhaps there is another that would appreciate the offer?”

“Oh, I think you’ll like dancing with me-”

“Yeah, no. She’s mine for the night,” Tom said, stepping between the two.

“Yours…?” the princess muttered.

The bat faced demon gave Tom a mischievous look. “Oh, I get it. You think your soul and her soul are gonna totally…” he then motioned something with his hands.

“And what exactly does…” The princess copied the motions. “…mean?”

Tom waved his hands. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

The room echoed with a loud tapping sound, forcing the voices to silence. A demon stood at the front of the room, a microphone in hand. “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. It is my pleasure that I request you now to turn your head skyward.” The princess looked up at the ceiling, finding a red crescent shaped gemstone gleaming with light. “The light of the blood moon will fall, and select two lucky souls, binding them together for eternity in its hypnotic, ruby essence…”

“…Wow…” The princess was amazed at how beautiful the gem was, creating a unique, artistic atmosphere.

A song began to play throughout the room as the monsters and demons paired together and began to dance. Tom growled. “That’s the wrong piece of music! I told them to play the other one. This is gonna drive me crazy- okay, don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back!” He quickly ran off, leaving Star to herself.

“Okay…” she said absentmindedly, still gazing up at the ceiling. She walked away from the spot, trying to get a better view of the beautiful crescent. She moved past various monsters, apologizing as she bumped into them. “A soul binding ceremony, is it? Hmm. Is that why he wanted me here-”

Star gasped as she felt her arm pulled back, finding herself caught in the arms of a mysterious figure in a royal black suit. Her eyes met with the figure’s own, feeling a sense of familiarity when she looked into them. Before she could ask any questions, the room darkened with the only light coming from the blood moon. The red light beamed through the ceiling, enveloping the princess and the mysterious figure. Everyone stopped and stared at the couple as a new song played. The person before her began to take charge, leading her through the waltz. Although she couldn’t see past the masquerade mask, she found herself mesmerized by this person. He had an aura of confidence. Of grace and elegance. His eyes captured her full attention. They were gentle, yet familiar. Why?

“Princess…?” the person whispered.

“Yes?” she answered breathlessly.

“Princess, let’s get out of here.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean let’s get out of here.”

“…Who are you…?”

“Who-” The figure twirled her around, gliding across the floor with her as they danced. “It’s me, Marco.”

Star’s eyes widened as her partner caught her, his arms wrapped around her waist as they continued to step to the music’s tempo. The person quickly lifted up the mask, revealing his identity. Her heart skipped a beat. “…Marco…?”

“C'mon, let’s go. This place is creeping me ou-” The boy fell back, groaning in pain. He looked up to find Tom standing before him. The demon opened his mouth to say something but stopped when he heard a scraping sound. He looked up to see the blood moon’s light disappearing. The room lit up once more, signalling the dance was over. Tom looked back at the boy, his eyes beginning to burn bright red. A deathly aura filled the room as Marco realized his mistake. The demon slowly stepped towards him, the temperature slowly rising as he approached him.

“…That dance…”

Marco moved back, feeling afraid for once.

“…was meant…”

He backed up into the wall, unable to escape.

“…for ME!”

Flames burst in the room, burning several curtains and rugs. Even the other monsters stepped back, afraid of what Tom could do. Marco had no choice but to stand up, readying himself for a fight. Although, he wasn’t quite sure if he would come out of this unscathed. The demon rose in the air, ready to attack when a beam of blue light froze Tom in place. He fell to the ground, solidified in a block of ice with an angry expression. Marco looked at Star, who was holding her wand out and sighed.

“Thanks, princess-”

“Let’s go, Marco Diaz,” the princess muttered, walking out of the castle. Marco wasted no time leaving the room.

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The parademon carried the two up in the carriage to Star’s balcony. The carriage opened its doors, the cool, nighttime air entering the box. A refreshing change of pace for once. The princess looked up and waved. “Thank you for the ride…” With that, she stepped off onto her balcony. “Ugh… so infuriating!”

Marco followed after, sliding down to the balcony. The demon flew back down, a burst of flame covering its tracks once again. The boy shrugged. “I hate to say it, but I warned you about Tom.”

“No. You! You’re infuriating!”

“W- me? What did I do? I tried to help you-”

“I told you I didn’t need any help! I would take care of myself!”

The boy stared at the princess confused. “What, is that the thanks I get for going down there and almost dying because of your ex boyfriend? Who, by the way, is a complete psycho!”

“I am the princess of Mewni. I wield the most powerful magical artifact in the universe, yet you don’t trust me enough to take care of myself! I told you I was fine!”

“Hey, I heard what that old guy said on the mic! Tom wanted to bind with your soul and I stepped in to help. What the hell’s wrong with that?”

The princess let out a frustrated growl. “Every time! Every person in my life has never trusted me with anything.”

“What are you talking abou-”

“No matter what it was, no one ever trusted me. Not once! My friends on Mewni never thought I was responsible enough. They said I would accidentally burn Mewni down if I became queen. The magic high commission believes I’m not good enough to protect the wand. They refused to let me train on my own. My parents- my own parents! They don’t even trust me! They sent me here on Earth! For what? Safety? I’m no less capable than my mother when she was my age! But they send me away from my own home! What parent does that? As if sending me to that damn reform school wasn’t enough? Stripping me of my own person and turning me into someone I can’t even recognize when I look in the mirror!”

Marco was taken back by this outburst. This was the first time he heard her speak out about anything like this. He didn’t think she had anything like this on her mind. The more he thought about it, the more it made sense why she would be angry.

“And you… I thought you’d trust me enough to go by myself… or at least not care enough to bother… As rude as you are at times, you’re the only one that ever treated me as an equal. You always took my words at their value. And I appreciate that. I… I even consider you my friend for it.” Star leaned against the balcony, looking out in the neighborhood.

Marco stared at her, processing everything she had said. His heart warmed at the thought that she actually considered him a friend after all this time, but immediately sank after realizing his mistake. He walked over and leaned against the railing, taking off his mask. “…I'm… sorry, Star. I should’ve trusted you.”

The two remained silent for a good minute before the princess glanced at her host. “…It’s alright… Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Apologizing. Treating me as an equal once again.”

“…No problem…”

“…”

“…”

“…Did you just call me Star?”

“What?”

“When you apologized. You said ‘Star’. You never call me by my name.”

“I still don’t.”

“You called me Star,” she said with a smirk.

“You’re imagining things.”

“You know what I didn’t imagine? You dancing.”

The boy’s cheeks began to blush as red as the moon. “Shut up.”

“Since when did Marco Diaz know how to dance so elegantly?”

“You will never speak of this again, princess.”

“Perhaps if Jackie Lynn Thomas knew, she would talk to you then?”

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

“Language, Marco Diaz.”

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A bit longer than my usual ones. Took longer too for some reason. Not sure why since it was based on the episode.

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