#celestes daughter teehee

[lustrous-dreams-art]

sailor moon au cont.

[celeste-dursley]

oh, father - self para.

Synopsis: Celeste is doing some cleaning and stumbles upon something that has her thinking about her home life.

Notes: teehee it’s long (listen to oh father by madonna if you really want to catch that vibe)

Trigger Warnings: neglectful parenting

Celeste let out a loud grunt as she tried to reach the top shelf of her closet; she had been “spring cleaning” well into the summer and she was absolutely tired of it. Today was the day she was going to finally finish and all she had left to do was to declutter her closet which was a bigger challenge than she had imagined. Especially since she was having great difficulty reaching the boxes she kept the most junk in. With a final noise of struggle, Celeste grasped the box and yanked it with excessive force leading everything that was inside to fall on the ground in a flurry of discarded nonsense.

“Of fucking course.” She mumbled under her breath as she plopped herself down on the floor then dragged the half full garbage bag closer to herself. At least now everything was all right in front of her. Celeste threw away a hefty majority away without sparing it a second glance, the only thing that made her stop was a folded up picture. She furrowed her eyebrows as she unfolded it slowly then let out a small sigh, this wasn't what she was expecting to find at all. Celeste smoothed the photo out and brought it closer to her face; she was young in it probably six or seven and was missing her two front teeth but was still grinning. She was perched on her father's shoulders and looked more happy than Celeste had felt in way longer than she had cared to admit.

After she had moved out of her parents house when she was done at Hogwarts, she pushed them far out of her mind. It had been almost five years that she had even seen them, it was getting a little difficult to even remember the small details about what they even looked like at this point but seeing this made all of that come flooding back along with memories of her childhood. Ones she thought she tucked away in the farthest corners of her brain. Now all Celeste could think about was how she would wait by the front door for her dad to come home from work, sitting on his shoulders and holding onto his head while they would walk around the park, him reading her to bed every night, watching tv together...The day her life did a complete one eighty when she got her Hogwarts letter. It seemed like as soon as that letter landed in her hands her relationship with her father died on the spot.

Celeste remembered coming home every break during her first year, so excited to tell her parents everything that she was learning and how excited she was to be a witch. But her father never wanted to talk to her or even see her for that matter when she'd come home. It felt like the entire week she'd be home, he'd be locked away in his office and any time she'd go near the door her mother would always tell her that he needed to be alone that he needed “time”. It happened for years, she'd come home and try so hard to just talk to him but it felt as if she didn't even know him anymore. For a long time the whole situation made her really upset, she would just cry for hours and pray for him to say something to her- anything. It felt like she had nobody at that point; she didn't exactly have a group of close friends at Hogwarts to talk to about any of this, her father could barely look at her, and her mother wouldn't even defend her.

Eventually she just snapped, the day she was done with Hogwarts she stormed into her parents house and began furiously packing her things. She didn't know where she was going to go but she knew she couldn't stay under their roof. She made as much noise and mess in her old bedroom as she possibly could; they were going to know she was leaving and they weren't going to push her feelings to the side, not this time. Celeste marched down the stairs and made a beeline for her parents room, pushing the door open with so much force that it made both of them jump.

“I'm leaving.” Celeste had glared so hard at them it felt like she wanted to burn holes into them, “And I'm not coming back.”

“Celeste, honey!” She turned around and slammed the door behind her but she could still hear her mother calling for her to come back. She was buzzing with so much adrenaline at that point it felt like her feet weren't even touching the ground as she walked out of the house and onto the street.

“Celeste! Listen to your mother.” Celeste swiftly turned around when she heard her father's voice, she saw the hurt written across his ugly face and how heart broken her mother looked...and she laughed. She laughed so hard until tears were streaming down her face.

“Oh! You finally remembered you have a daughter, Dudley?” She scoffed, “You treated me like shit for eight years and now you decide to care? I'm sorry but you don't get that privilege anymore, neither of you do.”

“Sweetheart, please-”

“Don't sweetheart me, Kimberly. You're as guilty as he is! Not once did you stick up for me, you stuck up for him...told me to stay away. You never did anything and now you won't have to.”

“Celeste, I know I made mistakes...we both did. But please, come back inside...we can fix this.” Her mother was sobbing by this point, the tip of her nose was bright red and she was breathing so heavily it almost sounded like it hurt. Her father just looked broken down but Celeste couldn't find it in her body to care about either of their feelings at that moment.

“No, I am not going back inside that house again.” Celeste took one step closer to her parents so she could look at them both square in the eye. “If you ever see me again, trust me, I will not be as kind  to you as I was today.”

They both gasped at the harshness of her words but she didn't get to see what they had said because she turned and started walking away before they could even respond.

“Oh my God...stop crying, please...stop crying.” Celeste whispered to herself as she wiped furiously at her cheeks, she was not going to go back to crying over her parents. She looked down at the photo again at that happy child and promptly ripped it to pieces. As far as Celeste was concerned, her parents were dead to her.