Stanley parable one shots [requests]

Curiosity kills the cat, supposedly P2 (Fluff) [Request]

Short summary : (Go back a page. I'm guessing you need to read part 1 if you don't know the summary. I wonder if it would've been better to paste it here... )

Mariella stopped. She wanted to speak up and act normal, respond with a
'Of course not! It's been a well amazing day for me - I guess I'm tired from the work. You don't need to worry about something like that.'
But the words seemed to only clog up her throat the more she tried to get them out.
She stood, mouth opened ready to speak, yet nothing going beyond her plan of thought. There was no way she was going to make it out now.

How could the Curator act so normal after having said that? How could she possibly talk to Mariella so casually after criticising her so badly? It wasn't worth getting annoyed over eveything the Curator said but it couldn't be stopped.
Mariella picked up the bag and started towards the stairs.

"No- no it's all fine. I'm heading up to-"
"Mariella."

A hand wrapped lightly around her wrist, holding her back, freezing her in place.

"You've been so uptight tonight, it's very noticeable. Please, tell me if anything's wrong... I don't want you to feel uncomfortable here at all."
A few seconds of silence passed. So much seemed to be going on that nothing was processed at all. A full few seconds of this was enough to recall every moment since Mariella's return.

"The phone call."

The Curator seemed to be a little shocked at this sudden answer, her hand twitching slightly before calmly letting go, laying on the hope that Mariella wouldn't take the chance to leave.

"Oh? The phone call? The one I was on earlier?"
"Yes."
Mariella's head was turned towards the floor, whole body slumped over and perfectly still.
"I... didn't know you were listening to that. How much did you hear?"
"Enough."
"Ah.."

The both of them rested in eachother's disappointment. This was it. Mariella knew about it now and none of them could do anything about it. That's what they thought.

"Why don't you look at me for a second? I haven't got to properly see you yet."

And Mariella did exactly that. Once their eyes met, the Curator's shattered just as Mariella's did. Mariella's eyes glistened with the tears flowing freely down her cheeks as her lips, pursed together, trembled slightly.
Taking a breath in, the Curator was taken aback by the product of her words. Had she really done this?
How terrible it felt.
Did this mean that Mariella rejected her? Or did she simply presume something based on what the Curator had said?

"You hate me, don't you?" These words quivered innocently out of Mariella's mouth softly, "That's fine, you know? You should have told me sooner..."

The Curator couldn't even begin to untie these phrases. Nothing Mariella said made sense, how did she even.. what had the Curator said??
The shock held in the words she wanted to say and the things she wanted to do. Until the Curator couldn't take the way Mariella argued along with the insults towards herself.

"Mariella, stop."

"I don't hate you."

"Mariella..."

"I LOVE YOU ! "

And everything paused altogether.
The entire house was motionless, and before the Curator could even apologise or correct herself, Mariella spoke up.

"I'm.. sorry, what did you say?"
"Don't- don't worry about that, I'm very sorry for every- "
"No, wait. "

Mariella's heart pounded. It was 3 simple words, and everything she had heard seemed to evaporate. The tears dried and her eyes widened in awe. Those words... they seemed to genuine.
No, nothing the Curator said before could have been more genuine than this.

Soon, Mariella was close enough to see the fear and embarrassment on the Curator's face. This wasn't the face of someone who meant genuine hatred towards another person. That was a guarantee. Mariella would have never thought of the Curator as that sort of person.

"What you said... was that.. genuine?"

The Curator was dumbfounded. Her head spun so hard that birds may as well have been flying around it.
"Well- ah, Only if- What do you think?"
Mariella couldn't contain the feelings of excitement and joy running through her system all at once. Tears still stained her cheeks yet a bright smile lit up her entire face and gave her eyes a different, more vibrant glint.

"I sure hope so."
"Well then..." The Curator held both hands onto Mariella's shoulders, as if holding onto the words, "they were. They were genuine."

She found herself staring at Mariella's expression and let it free her own into a smile.
All of a sudden, the Curator felt a tight tug around her chest and Mariella's head rested against her shoulder. Her arms flailed around, not knowing what to do, but wrapped around Mariella after a few seconds. With one hand against the back of Mariella's head, she pulled her in. The Curator didn't know how long it had been since her last truly passionate hug but to feel like this was worth it.

The events still swirled around her head, having not been able to comprehend that had just happened. She'd just told Mariella what she had been planning to hide yet it still went so well. This wasn't what she'd predicted would happen- in fact, it was the exact opposite. She looked at the person currently in her arms, close enough to feel eachother's heartbeat.

How had such a person managed to fall in love with her?

This only urged her to tighten her grasp onto Mariella. No, she couldn't lose her now.
"Hey, Mariella," her voice came out as a whisper. There was no need to talk louder.
"I'm terribly sorry about whatever I'd said earlier. Whatever it was, I can assure you that I never meant it at all. At least not in the way you imagined. I'm infatuated. I think it's time for me to admit that now. I feel as if I would die if you weren't in my reach. I feel as if I would've broken to pieces if you had hated me. I'd never want you to hate me, I swear. I- "

The Curator pushed Mariella away, obviously scaring her slightly, held onto her shoulders tightly and looked directly into her eyes.
"I'm... in love with you."

To her surprise, Mariella started laughing, a bright look in her eyes and a light blush on her cheeks.
"You really don't have to be so cheesy about it, you know? But that's so sweet. I would've never thought that you'd say that!"
"Well... I- "
"Curator, could I kiss you?"

The Curator was shocked beyond belief. Was this how things played out normally? Who cares? This was their moment, and if they really wanted to, and if they were happy, who was going to stop them?
A smile settled on the Curator's face, one that couldn't hide her elation or joy.
They were living in the present, and there was no need yet to think about anything else.

"Of course."

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(Well, that was it. Y'all can imagine what happens after, I ain't writing that. I hope it wasn't too messy or too fast. The transition between angst and fluff may not have been too seamless.)