#angsty enough?

Abby stared blankly at all the packages on the floor around her before looking back down at the bib in her hands, her fingers tracing over the words stitched across in bright pink: 

Accio Milk!

It was one of what seemed like hundreds of gifts from family, friends, and coworkers. 

Little stuffed snitches and broomsticks. Mobiles of magical creatures that were so lifelike, Abby could feel the warm heat of the dragon’s breath and hear the soft song of the phoenix. Harry had sworn there was a Thestral thrown into the mix, but she had no way of knowing whether he was pulling her leg or not until Hermione or Ron could prove otherwise. Bloody morbid if it was true, but that was wizards for you. 

“Abby!” came Harry’s greeting from downstairs. 

She snapped out of her thoughts as she heard him coming up the stairs. 

“Hey,” Harry said, taking in the sight before him. “Blimey, they really went all out, didn’t they?”

He gently kicked aside some packages before sitting down next to her and placing a kiss on the side of her head. 

“Hmm,” Abby replied, leaning into him and feeling the knot in her stomach ease as he wrapped an arm around her. 

The sound of his laugh made her lift her head up, and she saw him looking at the bib in her hands. 

“Cute,” Harry said, taking it from her. “I stopped George from getting an Accio Nipples one when Lily was born. Seems he’s learnt his lesson.”

Abby gave him a weak smile that caused a frown to appear on Harry’s face at once. 

“What’s wrong?”

She shook her head and made a show of folding the bib carefully back into the package, but Harry put a hand on her arm to stop her. 

“Abby,” he said simply. 

She licked her lips and avoided his eyes. “They all just assume, don’t they?” she said quietly. 

“Assume what?”

Abby looked up at him and shrugged. “That she’ll have magic.”

Harry’s lips parted. 

He seemed to struggle for a moment to form a proper response.

“It’s fine, I--I know that’s what everyone wants,” she said. “And I hope...”

She trailed off, an obnoxious lump forming in the back of her throat. 

“Hey,” Harry said, turning his entire body to face her. “The only reason people assume anything is because magic is a very strong gene. But even if it wasn’t, and even if this baby is born without magic, it doesn’t bloody matter. You know that, don’t you? Please tell me you know that.”

“I don’t know anything, Harry,” she whispered, shaking her head. “I wish I did. I wish I could tell you that I believe you. But I remember what it was like with Albus and--”

“That was different,” Harry said immediately. “God, Abby...”

He dropped his head in his hands and exhaled loudly. 

“What if she’s a muggle?” Abby said, a few tears escaping her eyes now. “What then?”

“Then I’ll love her like I love you!” Harry said loudly, his voice almost angry now. “How could you possibly believe otherwise? Do you really think so little of me?”

“No. No,” Abby said, feeling miserable now. “I just--”

And then she burst into tears. 

“I’m sorry,” she said as he brought her in for a tight embrace. “I’m sorry, I can’t help it. I can’t help these stupid, stupid thoughts.”

She pounded her fist against her head a bit roughly as she said this, but Harry grabbed it in his own before soothing the spot with his gentle hand. 

“It’ll be all right,” Harry said against her hair. “I promise. When she's born, you’re going to laugh at how silly this conversation was. You know why?”

“Why?” she said, her voice congested. 

“Because no other baby in this whole world will be so loved by so many people,” he said. “Most of all by me and you.”

Abby blinked her eyes shut, feeling the last of her tears escape through her lashes as she nodded silently. 

“Okay?” Harry said. 

AAwwHHh, thank you so much! ❤❤ I still don’t believe how well people are receiving part 5 🙈

I haven’t written much yet of part 6. I’ve been mostly working on the collab with my wonderful sis @andwhatdostarsdobest . (fucking excited, so stay on the lookout for it.) 

I would love to, but I can’t possibly share all of what I have prepared for part 6 though. I want to keep it a surprise 😜.  But because I like you nonnie, and because I am really happy with it, how about the last line I wrote? 

He tried to laugh it off. Laughter was the best medicine after all, right? But could it mend a broken heart? Could it wash off the feeling of betrayal? He would just have to wait and see…

Leave a “Break Me” in my ask, and I will write an angsty drabble.

I tried to have this from someone else’s POV, to have Sithia be Cynthia. But then Serana happened, as she usually does. Things will be different in Doom Driven when it comes to this point, so not really spoiler material.

Well, this is for Kayfie. She wanted an angst fanfic, and I recall we had a conversation about, well, voltage. And I wanted to try angst. Sorry if it’s not really angst-y. 1st time, so forgive me! Enjoy!

  Maralina slowly walked down the corridor, each footstep echoing in the empty hallway. It sounded loud and foreign. Almost intrusive of the quiet aura in the corridor. She slowly walked down the lane, as though she was walking to her execution site. She was praying that the walk would never end, but she arrived at her destination all too soon. She looked up at the sign and placed her hand on the ice-cold handle, only to draw it back as though she had been burned. She knew full well what lay behind those cold doors. She knew it very well, but could not bring herself to accept it. She did not want to see, to accept. Yet half of her knew she had to. It would be wrong of her to not see him for the last time. After all he had done for her. After all the times she had failed him countless times. This was the very least she could do for him. She hesitantly, slowly, placed her shaking hand onto the door handle, and gently opened the door. The door creaked ominously, throwing light into the dimly lit room. She drew a shaky breath, and walked in, her low heels clacking against the metal floor, causing a booming sound to echo within the room, making her cringe internally. She shakily walked to the center of the room, where a sheet was covering his body.

She bit her lip, trying to control her raging emotions. It was all she could do to not break down at that moment. With trembling hands, she carefully peeled back the sheet to expose his face. He looked so at peace. She softly traced his face with the very tip of her index finger. There was a trace of a slight smile on his face. It looked as though he was sleeping. But he wasn’t. His face was ice cold. His warm hand, which she had so often pushed away, was now stone cold. He was truly gone, never to return. Never to flash her that warm smile, that could make her feel safe. He was gone, and it was all her fault. The realization proved too much for her to handle, and she collapsed onto the floor, her hands clasped against her mouth to muffle the choking sounds she was making. Tears poured down her eyes, and she buried her face in her hands. Her cold demeanor was lost, and all that was left behind was a person grieving. Grieving for him. Grieving for the fact that his death was all her fault. If only she had abandoned her quest. If only she had kept her promise. If only she was more strong in her determination. If only she had hurried. If only… If only…  There were so many things she could have done that would have ensured his survival. She had failed him. The operation was a failure. She could not save him. “I am so sorry Junpei. I am so so sorry,” She wept. She never got the chance to tell him she loved him. She never got the chance to make him laugh. She never had the chance to spend time with him on a date. It was all because she stubbornly clung to her revenge. He had tried to stop her, but she ignored him, and broke her promise. She acted rashly, and because of her, the Director had stabbed him by mistake. The guilt and heartbreak she felt was worse than when her mother died. Only this time, it was not through a medical error that he died. She was the cause. She was the reason. And she could not save him when he most needed it. She had failed at the operation. His heart gave out, and no matter what she did, she could not find a way to get his heart pumping again. She stayed at that position, not knowing how much time had passed. She had turned numb. Her shoulders were shaking as she fought to control herself. After what felt like an eternity, her tears finally stopped. She slowly stood up; ignoring the cramps her legs were shooting up after being in the same position for a long time. Looking at his face again, she slowly cupped his cheek, and bending down, pressed a kiss to his ice-cold lips. Their first kiss, but he would never know.

“Thank you. I love you forever,” She whispered.

      In case you’re wondering, Maralina is just a variant for Mara, which means death. It’s like Naomi’s name from the bible, and tech means grief after losing your loved ones, especially husbands. Although this is more boyfriend, it’s quite meaningful.

4. A family member of my muse was just killed. Your muse is there to comfort them.

((All of the angst! Not exactly killed though, but they did die!))

Obsidian nails ripped across the skin of an alabaster face, tearing at eyes that were now as good for nothing as the one they belonged to, but no matter how sharp the claws their owner could not pry the orbs from their home, at least not permanently.

Jade pools continued to see the world through a haze of blood, a world that now seemed so much emptier without one of his most precious ones and all Ulquiorra wished for was the ability to rid himself of the things he had put so much faith in that had failed him so.

He never wanted to see the disappointed face of his lover as he left the human world to return to the Soul Society, unable to look at him with eyes that were not full of disgust. He never wanted to see the now empty nursery or the small gravestone that marked Sachiro’s new home in the earth, but no matter how much he harmed his vision the memories stuck to him like vicious little barbs that were intent on ripping his sanity to pieces.

He was the only one at fault for this waking nightmare that had wormed its way into his life, a life of peace and happiness that had made him lax and unable to detect another hollow until his pup was screaming in agony as its soul was devoured, ruby liquid staining the sand of the playground they had been at that day as if it was rain.

Hidehiro was right to leave him then and Ulquiorra knew that he would have done the same thing if their roles had been reversed. He wished to leave as well, to slip from this reality into a torturous darkness where he would be tormented for the rest of eternity.

Such a thing would be nothing less than what he deserved.

There was one however who had not left, who refused to let him tear himself to pieces until there was nothing his abilities could do to halt his decay into dust and that very entity sat beside him in the pristine white bathroom, just as blood stained as the white tiles they sat on with mounds of sullied fabric sitting by his side and more in his pale hands that were ready to staunch what blood flow they could.

WELL THEN.

The Doctor knew exactly what he was doing taking Rose to see her planet destroyed for their first trip. He wanted to scare her off, to show her what he was, what he did for fun. But he couldn't shake her. And in the end, he was so glad for it.

When he's said goodbye to Donna and is left again to his own devices, the Doctor breaks down. He holds her shirt and just loses it because it just wasn't fair. In the beginning he tried to scare her off, but what he wouldn't give for one more day.

He wishes she could see him now. Her pain is an old pain, one he's gotten used to carrying. Intellectually he knows that she'll have a life with his human double, and he's happy. But at the same time, with each new adventure he faces, each new article of clothing he proclaims to be cool, he wishes that he could have been selfish and kept her to himself.