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Don’t Stop me now (Chapter 100)

Hey everyone Mr.E here and i did it I finally did it. This right here is my 100th chapter for my FF story always a star. I DID IT! well to be fair, there’s like 2 chapters that are requests but i have 2 extra stories here and you know what the title says hundred and i know i wrote more than that. Anyway, this is it my hundredth chapter. I would’ve never made this far without all the support you readers give me. thank you thank you so much for everything. this is for you

So this story takes place in the canon universe with Marco and Star fighting once and for all. it’s not going well and defeat looks assured but hopefully somebody can lend a little support.

This is not how i think the final battle is going to go. this is how i always planned to celeberate my impossible to believe 100th chapter and i hope you enjoy it. there’s lots of nods and winks from my various stories including the one that started it all. if you don’t get, don’t worry about it. some in cheek humor. I hope you all enjoy it, have a great week and i shall see you soon once I take a break. thank you all again so much for your support. I really wouldn’t be here without it.

@hipster-rapunzel @hains-mae also if you want to be on my tag list so you know when i update the story, please let me know.

“STAR!”

The magical princess grasped wildly for Marco's hand as he reached for her, his chocolate brown eyes wide with panic as a sinister green light basked him in its glow.

Star stretched as far as she could and for one brief moment, she could feel his hand touching hers, muscles flexing to tighten their grip on one another.

Then everything went pale green.

Star flinched as a powerful blast of solid magical energy smashed directly into her helpless form. The attack dissolved into emptiness while the magical princess was flung across the room.

Star hit the wall behind her full force, the terrifying sound of brick and mortar cracking beneath her weight and momentum barely heard over the ringing that filled her ears, her body straining under a deep, throbbing ache that bleed into her bones.

Toffee's grin was wild, maniacal, hungry. Gone was the cool and composed monster who stalked her nightmares and terrified her waking moments, replaced by a creature that was drunk on the power he wielded and far too gone to be saved.

Star tried to move but her body felt heavy as if the sins of her family were weighing her down. Star shuddered as she ran her fingers down the once smooth black grayish blue wall: she could actually feel the indentation she made in the wall.

“Give it up Star” Toffee said with a toothy smirk, his yellowish eyes completely green and pupil-less “It's over. Not even you could stop me. Just hand over the wand and I'll make it quick.”

“Star” Marco cried out, lunging forward with a swipe of his katana.

Toffee was unimpressed as he took a step back causing Marco to miss completely.

Marco tumbled to the floor, breathing heavy before managing plunge his blade into the ground and bringing himself to a stop.

“You can't give up!” Marco pleaded with her, drawing his blade once more “We've come too far to let it end like this.”

“Aww” Toffee chuckled “how sweet. I always loved star crossed romances.”

Marco shifted uneasily, his cheeks burning at Toffee's words: he still hadn't told Star how he really felt about her and it looked like their time was almost up.

“My favorite” Toffee murmured with a cheeky smile “Is the tragedies of course.”

Toffee slashed at the defenseless Butterfly with his shard infused hand, a crescent wave of green, crackling energy headed straight for Star.

Marco, the ever brave, foolish boy, leapt to absorb the blow but the magic passed through him effortlessly. He convulsed for a moment before sinking to his knees, smoking curling off his body as he remained unmoving.

“Marco!” Star reached for her best friend but was slammed backwards as Toffee's spell hit her.

The foggy mountain range was still and quiet, nothing but the sound of rushing water pouring from the monstrous structure filled the air when the side of the castle exploded, chunks of rubble and debris scattered in every direction. A thick, greenish black cloud of smoke poured out of the newly created hole.

Star struggled to open her eyes, the howling of the wind deafening as she tried weakly called for Marco.

Everything hurt, everything felt like she had been caught under hoof of a warnicorn stampede and then hit with a narwhal blast. Repeatedly

Her eyelids stung every time she tried to force them open, blurry, jumbled images that were impossible to decipher but the one thing she knew for sure: Marco was nowhere in sight and she had never been more scared in her entire life.

There was a booming thud that echoed thunderously throughout the mountain range. A plume of smoke rose silently from a newly formed crater dug deeply into the Earth.

Star crawled out of hole as best she could, determination fueling her desperate need to reach Marco.

“Marco” She whispered urgently to herself “Marco, I'm coming...I'm....”

She panted heavily, her body worn and defeated. She couldn't do this....she couldn't. Toffee was going to win and there was no way to stop him.

Star held the wand tightly in her hands, tears streaming down her faded pink heart covered cheeks.

“Marco....Marco I'm so sorry.....” she wept, grasping hands full of dirt “Marco....”

“Aww, there's no need to pout darling, the shows about to start.” A peppy, cheerful , strangely accented voice called to Star.

The tears ceased at once. Confusion set in as Star slowly glanced upwards only to find herself staring at a very unusual sight.

“Wha?” she muttered as she found herself at a nearly identical copy of herself.

Well keyword was nearly.

The woman (not girl as Star mistook for a moment) was undoubtedly an older, 20 something version of herself if her trademark pink hearts and (short) blonde hair were any indication. Her eyes were kind and warm, gentle and an all too familiar blue.

She wore a rather elegant dress tucked under a dark blue coat with her hair hidden under a funny looking hat Marco once told her people called “flappers” wore and like Star, she had a wand though older Star's wand was more of a smoothly carved piece of wood.

“Honey?” a man's voice called out worriedly as the sky began to fill with a pale, greenish light “You might need to hurry up some more.”

“Alright sweetie, duly noted” Older Star called back lovingly to her companion

The older Butterfly helped her young self to her feet, brushing the excess dirt and grime that covered her face

“One must look presentable when one is to kick the forces of evil's ass” Older Star said with a wink.

Before Star could say anything, her older self flicked her wand and suddenly Star felt refreshed and renewed like she had gotten a good night's rest.

“wait, wait, wait” Star rose her hand, taking a step back from the 20 something version of herself “Who are you?”

“Me? Why, I'm you darling” Older Star replied cheerfully, giving Star one of her own trademark smiles.

“No, I'm me. You're you so who the heck are you!?”

“I'm you but not quite.”

“umm” Star looked unconvinced by the answer “That makes no sense.”

“As you no doubt have discovered, there is a multitude of different universes and thus an endless amounts of you...” The woman pursed her lips “me, umm us!”

“Umm....okay....” Star took a deep breath and clasped her hands together, fingers bouncing on her lips thoughtful before she pointed to the older her “So, you're me from another universe?”

“Exactly dear. I'm a witch.”

“A wha?”

“I can use magic same as you.” Older Star clarified “There are some versions of us that know nothing of the sort.”

Star shook her head disappointed “Those poor poor princesses.”

“Some aren't even princesses. Such as myself.”

Star was surprised by this “But you have a wand.”

“Honey! Time”

Star remembered about other her's companion and couldn't help but sneak a look.

She peered around herself and found a tall brown haired man in long black coat, his pants well pressed to perfect.

Star gasped as a beam of Toffee's magic sailed directly towards the trio, a pale green beam of pure destruction

Star reached for her wand but other her's companion had it covered.

He held his own well crafted wand and with a flick of his wrist, a translucent wall appeared before them and with a loud crash, Toffee's attack slammed against it but the protective shield held though she could see beads of sweat drip down the man's neck.

“Star, listen to me.”

Star's attention refocused on her 20 something self.

“We're here to help you.” other star explained “Somehow, your Toffee has ripped into the fabric of not only your universe but all universes.”

“Wha?”

The green glow faded away. The man wiped the sweat off his brow and turned to face the pair of Butterfly's

Star gasped, turning a bright red as an older Marco walked over to Older Star and planted a loving, passionate kiss on her lips.

Star stood there dumbfounded as Older Marco wrapped his arm around Older Star's waist, pulling closer as she lovingly leaned against his shoulder.

“I..I...”

“Star” Older Marco told her with a firm tone she was used to “we need you to listen. The universes are colliding.”

“Wha?”

“Every version of us is about to die” 20 something Star explained quickly.

“oooooh right right right. So you two are here to help me fix it?”

“yes”

Star beamed

“and no”

Star frowned.

Older Marco quickly took over explaining “We are here to help but only for a short time. We can't stay too long out of our universe.”

“I can't beat him on my own” Star muttered sadly “and if you guys can't stay....”

Older Star crouched down, gently placing her hand on Star's shoulder “You are a strong, independent warrior princess. You will beat him. Have faith and remember what you learned and we'll get you as far as we can.”

Star nodded to herself “You're right. I'M A BUTTERFLY AND I'M GOING TO KICK SOME TOFFEE BUTT!”

Older Star and Marco nodded in agreement as they flickered in and out of existence for a moment, their forms shifting every few seconds.

“Oh no” Star whispered “already?”

“Have faith Star” 20 something her said softly, giving her cheerful wink “I know you can do it love. I am you.”

Star took a deep calming breath as another beam from Toffee's wand came hurling straight for them.

Older Star and Marco stood steadfast in front of Star, wands at the ready

“We'll block the attack” Older Marco told her “Once we do, make a run for the castle.”

“Right.” Star prepared herself, her body tensed and ready to run as soon as the attack was block but before that, she had one final question

“hey, so you two are a thing right?”

The two shared a playful smirk with the young princess as they raised their wands as one and shouted “Protego!” just as the attack hit.

There was a deep rumbling, the harsh noise of an explosion going off filled the air as chunks of Earth disappeared into the fog below.

Toffee's grin never left as the blackish green smoke slowly dissipated to reveal Star running full speed towards the castle, her hair trailing after her like a cape.

“What?” Toffee snarled “Fine, let's see how lucky you get this time.”

A glint of the pale green energy caught Star's gaze.

Star leapt sideways, avoiding the magical beam as it passed by. She glanced at the deeply etched grooves it cut into the ground but pressed forward.

Something flickered in the sky but before Star could react, several tendrils of Toffee's sickly green magic arched towards her from the sky.

Star tucked into a roll as one sunk into the ground behind her yet as she steady her footing, chunks of dirt and rock were thrown up as the spell exploded.

She skidded forward as another tendril streaked directly at her head. Star let herself drop, the spell barely missing her and erupting into a magical blast behind her.

Star sat up, eying the approaching spells. She took careful aim with her wand and let loose her own attack

The razor sharp hearts filled the air, catching and denoting several of Toffee's magical attacks harmlessly in midair but Star hadn't prevented all.

The tendrils of magic bobbed and weaved, twisting in any direction they could as they snaked ever closer to the helpless Star.

“CRYSTAL HEART ATTACK!” Star yelled “CRYSTAL HEART ATTACK!”

More explosions thundered above but still the attack drew ever closer.

boom

Star threw one final barrage at the final tendril that lurked a foot away.

The hearts sailed true but the energy bent, corkscrewing around the hearts and dove for Star's feet.

“oh no...” Star muttered as the world around her exploded.

Death was not as quiet as Star thought it would be. In fact, it was kinda loud, a noisy metallic rumbling that reminded her a lot of Mr. Diaz's fancy horseless carriage, the same she once hitched a ride on the roof of. Such an odd and strange noise to hear as one dies.

“Got her?”

“Got me! Er yes”

Star coughed, finding herself very much alive and well. And sitting behind two other people as the trio rode ontop of that motorcycle Marco was too afraid to ride.

“Hello Star Butterfly, princess of Mewni” the blue eyed, blonde haired girl greeted politely “it is I, Star Butterfly, Princess of Mewni.”

Star was facing another version of herself.

This one was dressed in elegant, beautiful reddish pink dress, her long blonde hair braided carefully into a single ponytail with a blue bow resting on her head.

“hi!” Star waved gratefully “What version of me are you?”

“You may call me princess Star” Princess Star told her gently with an air of refined grace “I am the version of you that was sent to Saint O's”

“Oh no!” Star felt a chill run down her body “Does that mean...?”

“A bit” Princess Star answered truthfully “I admit I was a bit of a stick in the mud but Marco has been teaching me....”

“Marco?” Star interrupted, looking past the annoyed princess and to her version of their best friend.

“Whoa....bad boy...” Star muttered dreamily taking sight of this Marco. He wore a black jacket over his red hoodie, purple beanie resting comfortably on his head with a lone band aid placed over one of his cheeks. He revved the motorcycle unnecessarily with his finger gloves, almost like he was showing off.

“Marco!” Princess Star scolded, hitting his back more out of playful flirtation than malice “Don't show off”

“Why Princess?” Bad Boy Marco replied with smug tone “jealous?”

“I am not jealous. A lady does not get jealous.”

“Then don't be, it's you, right?”

Princess Star gasped, hitting his back once more “No, I am me and she is another version of me. We are not the same therefore stop trying to flirt with me! Er, her! YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!”

“Whatever you say princess” BB Marco gave a cheeky wink, turning to face the road while completely missing Princess Star's burning face.

“Whoa” Star whispered to herself “So you and Marco? Niiiiiiiiice.”

“We're not dating!” Princess Star defensively answered “We are friends! As if I would go out with such a mean, jerky, arrogance, kind, handsome teen such as himself.”

“Umm princess?” Star raised an eyebrow “You know you called him handsome right?”

“I DID NOT!”

“Heads up” BB Marco revved engine once more to catch their attention “Incoming, hold on tight Princess...and umm princess.”

Princess Star hugged BB Marco's waist tightly, placing cheek against his back as if to hear his heartbeat.

Star looked awkwardly at Princess Star's waist. Vanilla Star had done loads of awkward, strange and baffling things but she drew the line at holding her own waist. She opted to hold onto the handle bar located at the back of the cycle.

Toffee's magical exploding tendrils filled the sky again but Star was far more maneuverable this time.

BB Marco's cycle effortlessly dodged and twisted around the assault, bring no harm to either Stars and leaving a wake of cool looking explosions behind the trio.

“So?” BB Marco smiled smugly towards his Star “Have I finally earned that kiss?”

Star stifled a laugh as Princess Star's face went from bright red to a burning inferno, her pink hearts glowing fiercely

“I-I...” Princess Star stammered

“I'm kidding princess, I wouldn't make you do anything you don't want.”

Princess Star just stared at her Marco's back, conflict and longing playing out all over her face.

“You should totally kiss him.” Star whispered into the stunned Princess's ear

“Wha?”

“He wants you to” Star gently told her “He's flirting with you. He wants that kiss.”

Princess Star looked unsure of herself but as the palace began to tower over the group, both her and her Marco began to flicker out of existence, their speed dramatically slowing with each passing second

“Whoops” BB Marco said apologetically “This is your stop Star!”

“Thanks for the ride!” Star cheerfully beamed before whispering into her other self's ear “Trust me, you'll regret it if you don't.”

With one mighty kick, Star flew off the bike as it and its riders vanished into thin air.

Star brushed her hair back into place as she looked up at the massive palace, the hole she was flung out of still smoking dangerously.

“Oh good, I though this fight was going to be a little boring” Star was annoyed at how clear Toffee's voice carried “I don't know how you pulled that little clone trick off but I assure you it won't help you this time.”

“Well I'm at your door” Star mockingly pointed the gate of the fortress “I'd say it got me pretty far, so”

Star knew she was childish sticking her tongue out at her arch nemesis but he had just tried to kill her, she felt that was enough justification for the act.

A thick magical beam sunk into the ground before Star, the ground shaking and rumbling uncontrollably

“Oh Pegasus poop” Star muttered as thorny, wiggling vines rose from where Toffee struck.

The vines struck fast and hard, lashing at Star who barely manged to protect herself

“Narwhal blast!”

The enchanted mammal managed to get a grand total of a foot before the vines ensnared the helpless creature in its grip

“Ugh” Star moaned “Right, sharp things! Sharp things for plant things”

Th melodic flourish chimed as rows of sharpened hearts mowed down the vines easily but with each one cut down, another quickly replaced it. Every second the scattered vines became thicker and denser, growing higher and higher until it towered over Star, her magical attacks doing little other than chip away tiny, insignificant parts of the forest.

“If you want fight, why do you keep slowing me down?” Star yelled towards the infuriating reptile.

The vines moved and shifted subtly before lunging at Star but she was ready this time. Raising her wand high, Star shot a rainbow dead center of the encroaching foliage.

Silence.

then a small, low crackling grew louder and louder as the refracted light burst into flames and lit the evil vines ablaze.

Star stood proudly before wiping the sweat off her brow.

“aright, time for....”

The ground shook violently as a giant snake-like vine broke through the floor, curling and rising higher and higher.

“Oh come on!” Star gestured to her foe “You're a freaking lizard! WHERE IS EVERYTHING SNAKES WITH YOU?! WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE SNAKES?!”

The vine let out a fierce roar, actually opening and closing like it possessed a mouth.

a terrifying idea to say that least.

The vine snake snapped at Star, slowly edging closer in case she had any more trick up her sleeves.

Star twirled the wand in her expertly, mentally sifting through her catalog of spells in her mind when an elated war cry came from nowhere

“YAAAA!

The snake stared at Star and Star shrugged in response.

The vine glanced up for the briefest moment as a blur sea green and yellow fell from the sky

The vine looked down and broke apart, sliced cleanly down the middle.

The figure rose, stretching their body at and cracking their knuckles. They wore a little green sleep cap with devil horns protruding out of it, red gloves with a metal shield slung on their back with a single star crest engraved on its surface. The ears were sleek back like an elf's and sword clutched firmly in one hand, the hilt a perfect replica of Star's wand.

It didn't take much for Star to guess who this was but the tunic was a very familiar color.

“hi other me!” Star waved cheerfully.

Elfin Star turned back, giving herself a reassuring grin and thumbs up.

“I gotta say” Star told herself as she inched closer “I look good. maybe I should rock the whole forest elf outfit more often.”

Elfin Star beamed happily, excitedly nodding in agreement.

“Umm, do you talk? At all?”

Elf Star opened her mouth before sheepishly closing it.

“Ah, I see. Sorry.”

Elfin Star waved her off, still maintaining the same bright smile Star wore herself.

“So where's your...?”

A hiss erupted from behind and the vine snake rose once more, mouth opened wide and ready to swallow the two whole.

Star reached for her wand as Elfin Star pulled back with her sword but there was no need.

A flurry of magical energy hit the creature square in its chest, a thin layer of frost spreading from the impact point

The vine slowed, dully thrashing about as the ice began to cover every inch of the magical being, encasing it within an icy prison in mere seconds.

“I told you not run off without me Star.”

Elfin Star appeared shy and nervous as another figure floated from above, a girl, it seemed, with long, brown hair tied in a single ponytail and wearing a rather nice, bell shaped purple dress.

“Oh hello! Nice to meet you!” Star walked up to the stranger “Thanks for helping when you did, umm...”

“Star” an all too familiar voice replied, completely deadpanned “It's me”

“Marco?” Star questioned, glance up and down his outfit “Aww, I forgot how good you looked in a dress.”

“Thanks. Sorry I'm in hiding. They're looking for Prince Marco of Hyrule, not Princess Turdina, adopted daughter. We kinda got sucked into this portal and sent here.”

“Hey” Star said with a smile “No big deal. It's all good. So, why doesn't your Star speak?”

Elfin Star stood, making slashing motions at the air and numerous grunts, noises and yells yet curiously spoke no words.

Princess Marco shrugged “I dunno, she's usually really talkative. Maybe it's your universe or something. Don't worry, I'm sure she'll talk plenty next time we show up”

Star raised an eyebrow “Next time?”

A sudden snarling broke the peace. The vines began to rise from the Earth once more.

“UGH!” Star clutched at her hair “These things are like weeds, they just keep coming back!”

“I think that's the idea!” Princess Marco shouted, his hands outstretched as a wave of flames poured out of his palms “We need to get you Toffee before we disappear!”

“yeah!” Star agreed earnestly, cutting down vines with well placed hearts to the stems “that would really great of you!”

“On it! STAR!”

Both Star's snapped to attention.

“ugh, my Star!”

Elfin Star's smile was infectious as she leapt backwards and twirled her body midair, her blade slashing and cutting down any vine that tried to reach for her. She landed on a single knee, planting her shield firmly on the ground and whistled for Star.

“What are we doing?” Star shouted throwing her hearts in a defensive circular.

“Catching you a ride!” Princess Marco replied before quickly pushing Star towards the waiting warrior as he sent a wave of icy daggers into a newly form bunch of plants.

Star stumbled for a moment before breaking into a run, trusting her other self to have excellent aim.

Star jumped as high as she could, twirling gracefully before landing directly on a waiting shield, Elfin Star giving a nod of approval before whistling once more.

Princess Marco waved with his hand and the two Stars rocketed upwards riding onto top a wall completely made of ice. Star held onto the shield as tight as she could as they rose closer to where Toffee stood and with one great push from the warrior, Star flew through the air.

Elfin Star waved goodbye as she fell back to Earth, sword drawn.

Star flailed for a moment when she sailed through the opening to resume the battle with Toffee.

Star's eyes widened for a moment as Marco lay on the floor, unmoving but breathing

“Marco!” Star took a step forward but a beam of powerful magic met her instead

Star raised her wand, catching the deadly attack before it reached her but she could feel her feet slipping as the spell threatened to push her outside once more.

Toffee gave an impressed nod, eyes narrowing suspiciously “You are not ready princess and your little boyfriend was no match either.”

Star gritted her teeth, focusing on push Toffee's spell back but to no avail. She had no room to move and it took all she had just to stop him from blasting her out again.

“It's over.” Toffee told her with a hint of finality “Give up. I've got the magic, I've got Marco and you are literally at the end of your rope.”

Star let out a gasp as her foot slipped for a moment and she teetered over open air.

“See?” Toffee chuckled “The game is over princess. Give it up”

“NO!”

Star swung as hard as she could, pushing the spell away while steadying her footing once more.

The magical beam dug across the walls and ceiling, scaring the perfect interior and marring its appearance.

Star flick her wrist towards Toffee, a beam of blue energy covered with hearts directly towards the distracted monster

Toffee turned around to see the attack coming. He took the brunt of it, catching it with the shard but he skidded backwards, nearly falling over from the force of Star's attack.

Star growled and rushed into the room, throwing every spell she could think of

“CRYSTAL HEART ATTACKS!”

Toffee created a barrier that easily caught the sharp hearts

“Narwhal attack!”

Toffee sidestepped the attack, glaring at the magical princess who drew closer.

“HONEY BEE TORNADO SWARM!”

Toffee grew impatient, slashing through the sticky substance with wave of his hand

Star swung her wand this way and that, hoping to overwhelm her foe through sheer force but Toffee was far more experience with magic than he let on.

“Give it up princess” he taunted, absorbing her beams of magic with shard effortlessly “I know about the wand and magic than you could ever hope to learn.”

“What?!” Star cried back before letting loose a gasp of surprise. She leapt as the laser-like beam of Toffee nearly skewered her in half “how is that possible?”

“It doesn't matter” Toffee shrugged, deflecting an incoming narwhal with a flick of his wrist “What matters is you're out of your league princess”

Toffee's smirk was bone chilling as he gestured to Star. A barrage of green tendrils of energy shot out, spreading wide before closing in on Star.

“No!” Star held the wand close

The palace shook from the force of explosion, rocking violently as bits and pieces of the ancient structure broke apart and crumbled against the floor.

Star coughed weakly, struggling to reach for the wand just inches away.

She couldn't give up, she couldn't let Toffee get away with this.

Star felt her heart stop as Toffee's foot placed itself firmly on top of her only chance of stopping him

She looked up to find his hand pointed directly in her face, the shard glowing ominously with a green glimmer.

“Last words?”

“Yeah!” Star shouted “POOPY HEAD!”

Toffee frowned, his moment of glory undermined by Star's childish behavior “Really? The end of your life and those are your last words? Ugh, have some self respect princess.”

“She does, she was just calling for me.”

Toffee whirled around as a bright beam of magic narrowly missed him.

Toffee hissed angrily, his neck lightly charred and burnt

“WHO ARE YOU?” Toffee snarled.

The young teen gave a mischievous smile, tucking his short blonde hair further under his red colored baseball cap with devil horns and star superimposed on it. His blue t-shirt with tiny puppy was an odd choice of battle attire as was his green sweater tied around his waist. Greenish blue pants and high-top rhino sneakers were just strange but nothing made Toffee's blood boil more than the lightning bolt birthmarks on his cheeks.

“What are....”

“Marcia now!”

“Right Comet!”

Another person came into view, a pretty girl whose long brown was tied in a single ponytail, with a familiar red hoodie though the bike shorts/legging combo was strange to Star.

Marcia lunged at Toffee without warning.

Toffee snarled, rising his hand and taking aim at the teenage pip squeak.

“Nope!”

Toffee growled as a blue colored boxing glove connected with his face, sending him staggering backwards.

Comet shot him a cocky wink and Toffee's fury boiled.

Toffee rose his hand once more only for Marcia's kick to catch his stomach, knocking all the breath out of him.

“Great job mar mar!” Comet smiled brightly.

Marcia blushed, scratching the back of her head sheepishly while returning Comet's smile.

Toffee fumed, anger building quickly.

He dove for Marcia only for a narwhal to intercept him midair. He tumbled across the floor, rolling uncontrollably until he slammed against the far wall.

Toffee look carefully at the trio of troublemakers.

“ENOUGH!” Toffee scream, aiming directly for his enemies and letting loose the most powerful spell he could muster.

The sickly green beam encompassed the entire room, charring and melt away the stone tile floor as it streaked by.

Marcia instinctively shielded herself with her arm. Comet and Star stepped forward and caught the blast with their wands.

“We can't hold this! Even with two wands!” Comet shouted over the howl and crackling of the colliding magic

“I know!” Star answered “We need a way to stop him!”

Comet and Star could hear the scraping of their feet against the tile, the strain to keep their footing amongst this magical assault almost too much to bear.

Comet coughed, his entire being flickering for a moment

Comet and Star were pushed back further, their wands groaning under the pressure of Toffee's spell.

“Comet!” Star cried

“I know!” Comet replied “We're going going to disappear soon! WE NEED A PLAN!”

Star looked past the blinding illumination of the spells and smiled to herself.

“No, we need a Marco!”

Comet was confused “What's a Marco?”

Toffee grinned to himself, an insane smirk. He savored the fear on the magical brats faces. This was it. IT WAS OVER

“I WIN!”

“Wrong lizard brain!”

Toffee let out an agonized, tormented scream of pure pain as Marco wobbled uncontrollably and leaned on his sword for support.

Toffee's now severed hand sailed freely through the air as Comet cheered “so that's a Marco!”

Toffee fell to his knee, clutching as his dismembered hand tightly.

Toffee looked only to find Star, hearts glimmering in the darkness of the castle.

Toffee glared as Star stood over him, wand at the ready.

Anger turned to shock as Toffee saw the truth in a moment of clarity.

Like thousands of impossible images superimposed on top each other, Toffee saw countless Stars, wand drawn, righteous fury in their eyes.

But they weren't the same.

No they were all different.

There was a small kitty Star, An Elfish Star with a blade, an older Star with elegant clothing holding rather gearlike gun.

There was Star dressed an ancient Greek, Star weairng a blue hoodie and glasses. Star with a simple wand, Star in a strange school unicorn. Star carrying some sort of strange light sword weapon

Star with a hat, Star fully armored, Star in her princess attire, Star in regular clothing.

STAR, STAR, STAR!

But the one he could see clearly, the one that frightened him the most was Queen Star. A regal yet curious version of Star he'd seen once before...in an impossible dream filled with shadows and darkness.....when he went by another name.....

“Felix” Toffee muttered for no reason.

Marco took his place Star's side and like the princess, countless versions of him superimposed themselves but like Star, the one that stood out was an older, more stern looking Marco who held a sliver blade that glowed like sun, his chest blazing with a strange and powerful light.

“We told you” Star and Marco spoke together, wand and sword raised together “never again.”

Toffee chuckled to himself. They didn't even know what they spoke of.

There was a flash and before the swirling magical beams of blue and yellow overtook him, Toffee muttered to himself.

“Do your own dirty work Nox. Ugh, I hate Butterfly's”

#my story #Star au #100! YAY!

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LOCATION: McKinley Auditorium

DATE & TIME: Monday, April 22nd, 2019, Early Eving.

FEATURING: Finn Hudson, with strong mentions of Quinn Fabray, Drizzle and others.

SUMMARY: Glee Club is still a thing and thing Finn’s been neglecting and so he takes some of his precious free time to get Mr. Schue’s assignment out of the way and instead deals with some serious emotional baggage that he’s packed away.

NOTES: A brief playlist with related songs here.

In all honesty, Finn had kind of forgotten about Regionals and it’s quickly approaching date. He had a sneaking suspicion that Sue’s recent push for a school musical was about more than her turning over a new leaf but dwelling too long on such a thought made his head hurt. Still, Mr. Schue had tasked them, once again, with a theme for the week and to present songs that they could maybe use. That part seemed like a lie as Finn had figured out that Mr. Schue really didn’t have a single clue about what they were going to do for Regionals and everyone’s energy and focus had been on the musical, him included.

The musical rehearsals would be starting soon and his time would be even more crunched. His own reasons for joining were sure enough to become evident, especially given he knew he wasn’t doing a good job of keeping anything secret. Blaine, Marley, and Rachel constantly invaded and took up his thoughts. They were all so different, all bringing so many different things to his life and all of those things sorely needed. Feelings were messy and rough to sort out and he didn’t like dealing with that. Why was it wrong to just go with the flow and maybe not put all his cards on the table?

The weekly assignment had been emotionally vulnerability and Finn was absolutely stumped as to what that meant, even with Mr. Schuester’s explanation of opening up about something inside, about being raw and honest. Finn figured that maybe he could sing about his new feelings about Blaine, a boy, but that was quickly dismissed. He had kissed him once, while drunk, and sure he enjoyed it and thought about Blaine a little too much in a little too not just friends way but there was no way he was coming out when he had no idea what he and Blaine were.

Feelings about girls were easier. Everyone probably expected him to sing about Rachel anyway seeing as everyone was now privy to their drama. Maybe that was the problem with him and Rachel, they were all spark and drama and no bang and stability. Singing to Marley would be easy as well. He figured a few people caught sight of them at the party and started putting two and two together. As he arrived at the auditorium, it was a thought that was sticking to him. Was that who he was? Just the jock with the girls (and boy) dangling on the line and his emotional vulnerability was admitting to it? That seemed lame. And shallow. Maybe this was a chance to do something different.

Pulling a stool to the center of the stage, Finn plopped down, pulling out his phone and began scrolling through his songs. Rachel had always been good at helping him pick numbers, getting him to go outside his classic 80′s rock persona but she wouldn’t be helping him anymore. He sat for awhile in the silence, passing song over song as he tried to get something in him clicking and connecting. The most recent plays had been love songs basically. Not ballads, more folk rock and songwriter stuff about emotions and loves. Marley. Marley. Blaine. Blaine. Blaine. Marley and Blaine. Rachel. Rachel. Marley. Blaine. Blaine. Rachel. Blaine. Blaine. Rachel. It seemed endless as the songs went on.

His thumb stopped scrolling suddenly. Paper Houses. That wasn’t a song for any of his trio. That was a Quinn song, buried deep in there that he had refused to let himself listen to again. She had resurfaced, of course, thanks to those illicit Sundays sneaking off together to church. And right under it, another song that he had forbidden himself to listen to again. Daughters.

He could remember everything about the moment that song became something to him. His room smelled like cookies. Vanilla. Quinn had been lighting a big, scented candle every moment they were home to rid the smell of boy as she called it. She still struggled to call it home though. It was still his house even though they had been living together for just over two weeks at that moment. Finn had stopped pushing Quinn to talk about everything that happened with her parents. The air mattress was pushed vertically against the closet door and his tiny room really left no space for it any place else. Carole had only let Finn stay in his room with Quinn because there had been no place else to put him. It had been raining as well as the fall was turning into winter and the gentle patter of rain dripping from the roof had been their soundtrack for most of the afternoon. They didn’t do much besides sit in silence with music playing quietly, working on homework or reading. The silence had been okay that day because they were in love again after a week of distractions, a week of letting themselves run off with ideas of others.

Quinn was sitting in the rocking chair, her eyes glazed over every single time Finn stole a glance and he knew she wasn’t really reading. He was on his bed, her feet stretched out and resting on thighs as his hands massaged them. Finn’s eyes had been shifting between Quinn’s face and her finally protruding belly. Their daughter was in there, becoming more and more real by the day. The longer Finn stared at her belly, the more he panicked. He knew nothing of fatherhood after not having one his entire life. Babies were expensive and his crappy waiter job wasn’t going to cut it. He couldn’t drop out because he needed his diploma and there was no way he was passing a ged anytime soon. There was so much unknown, so much to worry and stress about.

But looking at Quinn wasn’t stressful, at least not then. It was just them, in their world and in love again. Finn didn’t know a lot about love but he figured that the funny feeling in his stomach that he got from seeing her smile at him when she caught him looking at her was a pretty good indicator of it. She caught him again then, the sharp eyebrow shooting up to ask him what just as the soft guitar chords of the next song started. He didn’t have an answer and so he did what felt natural.

“I know a girl, she puts the color inside of my world.” Finn sang softly, “But she’s just like a maze where all of the walls continuously change. And I’ve done all I can to stand on the steps with my heart in my hands. Now I’m starting to see maybe it’s got nothing to do with me. Fathers, be good to your daughters. Daughters will love like you do...”

The memory world trailed from Finn as he came back to reality. Tears were falling in steady streams from his eyes as his finger had pressed play, the silence overtaken by the music and his sniffs. There had been so much that day that Finn had been thinking about. He thought about fatherhood, of Drizzle, of marrying Quinn, of settling down into a perfectly comfortable life a man could be proud of at the end of the day. The pain and anger and hurt ripped through him like an uncontrolled wildfire. Every part of him was victim to the burn. Losing Quinn, it turned out, had been a bearable occurrence. It turned out he could love and like others. It still felt weird without her, liking learning to ride a bicycle at first, the struggle of pushing the peddles down and keeping the handles straight to stop the wobbling. Once he got going, he couldn’t stop.

Losing her however was different. It had been this shadow, following him around constantly but being ignored. There were a few moments of honesty where he discussed it but it felt as though no one could understand. A piece of him had been ripped away with five words. ‘Yes. Puck is the father.’ Those words meant she had never been his, never could truly be his. And he hadn’t let that go. How could he?

Finn had envisioned so much for Drizzle. He had pictured a little girl with Quinn’s nose and smile and his eyes laughing wildly at her birthday. He had pictured her sitting at kitchen table, face scrunched up as she did her homework. He had pictured her running into their room in the middle of a thunderstorm needing to be safe from the loud crashes. He had pictured thousands of mundane moments, of soccer games and finger painting and fights and screaming and crying and fatherhood. And it was all gone and he hadn’t dealt with that.

Standing up suddenly, the tears still on his face and the anger in his body, he did the only thing he could think of. He kicked the stool with everything in him, the poor wooden seat flying across the stage with a loud bang. She was gone and there was nothing he could do about that. Finn would have to deal with that pain, that loss and move on. It seemed that if he could do this one thing, then maybe he had a shot at really figuring out the rest.

Standing there, chest huffing as he tried to calm himself and center, he realized once more how truly stupid Mr. Schuester’s assignments tended to be.

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