Zara

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Star vs. the Forces of Evil, Original Work Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Original Character(s) & Original Character(s), Original Character(s)/Original Character(s) Characters: Original Characters, Original Butterfly Family Character(s), Original Non-Human Character(s), Augustus Atlas-Moth, Irene Dragonfly, Owen Atlas-Moth, Ophelia Atlas-moth, Olivine Atlas-Moth, Arlo Atlas-Dragonfly, Valerie Butterfly, Theodore Dragonfly, Theseus dragonfly, Avaline Butterfly, Azurelia Atlas-moth, Asterus Atlas-Dragonfly, The magical high commission (Star vs. the Forces of Evil) Additional Tags: Arranged Marriage, Kingdom of Mewni (Star vs. the Forces of Evil), How Do I Tag This, Extramarital Affairs, No beta we die like the east tower, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Irene Dragonfly’s A+ parenting, Work in Progress, Idiots in Love, How Do I Tag, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Medieval Fantasy, Magic-Users, Minor Character Death, Implied/Referenced Torture, Mental Health Issues, Avoidant Personality Disorder, Unintentional Child Neglect, this is mostly light hearted, Fluff and Crack, Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified, Not ai I can write bad all on my own Series: Part 1 of The Atlas’s Summary:

Mewni was a large and vast planet, governed by hundreds of different kingdoms. While there were many ruled by the less appealing species, the majority were appointed by the high commission themselves, being granted the magic of the wands and the ability to transform into either bug or bird.

Although the planet was constantly riddled with wars between kingdoms and the monsters; The Mewmans were content with their lives. Peacefully living out their long lifespans even if their queens would likely be dead within the coming years.

This evening she was getting ready for something— dressed in one of her nicer outing dresses and putting on more then enough makeup for a simple day out. Augustus wasn’t sure what she was getting all dressed up for, but he certainly had his suspicions.

“What are you doing?” He asked, curiosity (and the need to confirm his suspicions) getting the better of him.

“I’m getting dressed? What else would I be doing?”

“You were already dressed.”

“So I’m not allowed to look nice? Is that what you’re saying ?”

“—What??”

“Hm. Refusing to answer. How telling.”

“Where are you going, Irene.” He finally asked, speaking with a sigh.

“Nowhere.”

“Mhm.”

She gasped, her hand now at her chest, “Are you implying I’d lie to you?”

He raised an eyebrow at both her dramatics and her obvious deflection. “No. Not at all dearest.”

“Good. Now that we have that resolved, I’ll be heading out for a walk in the gardens. Tata!” She gave a small short wave as she exited the room.

As soon as the door shut he looked back down at the papers and scrolls scattering his desk, mirroring his now irritated mind. “Fucking bullshit.” He muttered beneath his breath with barely controlled rage, “Slut.” He knew all too well of her affairs; he’d been raising the children that came from said affairs after all. She acted as if he was but a blind fool and that angered him to his core. But despite this. He still had work to attend to, and he had to shelve his marital issues for the moment, returning to the duties awaiting at his desk.