SHSL_Dumbass_ 🪶Genre: Angst to fluff 🪶Length: Medium (460 words) 🪶AU: non despair ⚠️Warning for Arguing and crying
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"Are you serious y/n?" Celetsia slams down her fist on the steering wheel, her hand making a harsh smacking sound. "I can't believe you would embarrass me like that!" She yells at the desolate, concrete-black road ahead of us. I stay staring ahead, desperately trying not to let my pathetic tears ruin the make-up Celestia carefully applied. "I've worked so hard to become part of that group- the most elite gambling committee ever? Accepting a lowly farmer girl? It's impossible, yet I managed it, and now you've ruined it! Just because you wanted to go home early. Because you were tired!" She continues, her voice diving between accents. I hold my lips closed, a sob raising in my throat as we pull into the driveway of our house and Celestia's maid opens the door for me. "Honestly. You're such a disappointment." I open my mouth to respond, but any words are drowned by the sobbing that pours out of my mouth. I clutch my mouth, tears soaking my hands, my visions blurry. Celestia stares at me, her ruby eyes glittering with hidden emotion. "Y/n...?" I rush past her, sobbing, into the house, into the hallway, into our room. The bed is pillowy and warm and I lay down on it, staring at the ceiling, boiling tears streaking my face. "Y/n..." The door creeks as someone enters the room and sits beside me, stroking my hair. "I'm sorry for shouting at you like that. It was... unacceptable." She mutters softly. My girlfriend lays beside me, the fluffy lace of her dress tickling the backs of my legs. "Do you forgive me?" I turn around to look at every perfect features, staring into her ruby eyes, welling with regret and apologies, her Cherry-red, partly-open lips, and I lean forwards and kiss her, letting her tears fall on my face. She wraps her arms around me, closing the gap between us, holding my hand. Side by side, together again. "Do you want to go downstairs and watch something?" Celestia asks after a while. "I'd love to." She wipes my tears away with her porcelain-pale hands, kissing me tenderly on the forehead. "I'd rather watch the worst film ever with you than spend any more time with those boring old men." She whispers, leading me downstairs. Despite the countless number of sofas, I sit on Celestia's lap instead, listening to her heartbeat. We watch favourite film, laughing together at the funny moments, gasping at the shocking parts, until our breathing slows and we fall asleep together, arms wrapped around each other.
