Perhaps Mydei hurt/comfort with afab spouse reader who they are expecting their first child with but reader has had a miscarriage before (not with Mydei) and is terrified of it happening again even though they really want to be a parent. Reader hides their fear from their husband but Mydei is observant.
a/n: okey 😁🫰
butt grammar guys okay 🥺 lwk butt but i had fun writing it!
Mydei x pregnant! fem reader
tw: miscarriage and prolly ooc mydei? (havent finished amphorus too busy gooning in other games)
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You look over at the palace gardens as you sit perched upon the balcony, as you watch over the children giggle and run along the path. The maids trailing not far behind.
You smile to yourself as you gently rub the small bump along your abdomen, ‘still early’.
You thought looking off into the distance, but early enough to still miscarry.
You called it the bean, well because it was small and it has no gender yet. But so you couldn't get attached to it anymore than you could
It was your biggest fear since it happened last, it left you devastated and paranoid. Hesitating telling even Mydei in case you lost the bean.
It scared you, panicking when he bought something for the bean or took you to the boutique.
Why would you waste time if the baby wasn’t even 100% it would survive, if it’s the aeons wish then the baby will survive but if it isn’t-
It’s those thoughts that plagued you, as you looked around the nursery. Not yet fully furnished, but had a crib Mydei commissioned and few blankets and toys.
Lost in thought you didn’t feel the rough hands around your midsection.
“You seem to be lost in space”
He mumbles softly, gently swaying.
“Do I? Just thinking”
"About?"
"you know" you pout poking his cheek.
"the "bean" you call them" he replied cocking his head.
"...perhaps"
"You've been lost in space since we found out you know."
"Have I? And I thought you were off busy being a prince hm?"
"Yes but is it such a crime to worry over you?"
"....no" you replied avoiding his gaze and gently pushing yourself away from his embrace.
"Whats wrong my love" he asked gently taking your wrist.
Silence fell upon the pastel room, as you hesitate. It brought you shame that you had a miscarriage, especially with another man. It was the one thing you couldn't admit to him, the one thing burned into your mind and heart.
"I'm afraid the bean, might miscarry...." You begin avoiding his gaze and looking at the marbled floor. "...because I have experienced it once..."
"..."
"...You've never told me you were expecting before this one-"
"it wasn't with you" you correct him. "it was long before you, with another.. I didn't tell him either"
You teared up at the memories, the sight of the blood as you curled up on the floor with quiet sobs.
"I'm sorry" a sob apology left your lips as you felt him embrace you.
"Why are you apologizing like its your fault?" he asked in a softened tone, bringing your gaze to meet his. He worried for you, keeping this from him yes- he was disappointed you didn't bring it up. But he understood why.
"my love?" he asked wiping a away a stray tear from you cheek.
"..you should wear a shirt its distracting seeing you like this" you reply with a small giggle and sniffle.
"...only if you cheer up and start speaking to me about these things properly." he replied tugging you cheek, "besides if you cry too much then so will the baby"
...
oh yeah, the baby.
...
"okay, you worry me you brush things off too quickly" he adds kissing your hair.
"I know, I don't like thinking about it-"
"well if you keep thinking you'll miscarry you won't enjoy carrying our bundle of joy"
he let you snuggle him, pouting as he rested his chin on your head.
"are you okay then? nod if you are"
you comply and nod, not wanting to speak of it after hiding it for so long.
"...I just want to enjoy it now, I promise I'll be happier" you say kissing his jaw.
"...hm, alright"
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You eventually told him of the incident not without loud sobs and crying into his bare chest, since then you got it off your chest. He promised to never bring it up or mention it to anyone.
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Now you spend your days folding the tiny clothes and placing final touches on the nursery, now that your far past the stage of loss. Anticipating the arrival of your child and admiring the other mothers chasing after their own young, with a small smile on your face.
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okay next fic idea mydei pregnant say yes if yes say no if no
SUMMARY
He thought he lost everything, but you were always here, waiting for him to come home
CONTENT
Angst to fluff, happy ending implied basically, mentions of past traumas, ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+
AUTHOUR NOTES
Just read Boothill’s character stories… I am unwell… So I wrote this LMAOO enjoyyy
GUH I just started playing the game but alas the hyperfixation is already here
Also, Boothill, please actually come home please I have soft pity soon
WORD COUNT: 921
Boothill was visiting the Aeragan-Epharshel reserves, seeing what was left of his tribe, his distant family, and because honestly it was just one of those times where he was really missing home. It just hurt because home no longer existed for him. The memories still pop up sometimes. How he searched the entire burnt house for anyone, anything to rescue. It was years ago, but still haunts him, it always will. So that’s why he’s here. Just visiting because why not. No one quite knew him here, but it felt fairly cozy. The few buildings around the area were lively with families and they had farmland and livestock like he always did when he was younger. The sun was setting, lighting everything in golden and orange hues. He enjoyed the warmth on his skin, well, the skin on his face at least. A few of the townsfolk offered him some food since he was just passing by and because the town was so small, everyone knew when there was an unfamiliar face. They also wanted to help him because he helped where he could during the day, just helping people lift and move things, even catching a loose chicken. It was actually pretty nice and for the first time in a while, he smiled, just genuinely enjoying life, watching the sunset, sitting on a bench, eating his food.
It was peaceful and the warm breeze tousled his hair and brushed his face. But he also heard something insane, the name he hadn’t heard in years. It felt like it wasn’t even his name anymore but rather from a previous life in a different body. Worst or maybe best of all, it was your voice.
His eyes were blown wide, mechanical heart somehow racing. Was the robot body driving him insane? The doctor was pretty shady honestly, he wouldn’t have been surprised if she fudged his brain up too.
But still, curiosity made him look around for the source of the voice, even if it didn’t exist.
You watched him look around before shifting on the bench to fully turn to see you. Both your hands were hovering over your mouth, eyebrows upturned as your eyes couldn’t believe it.
When he turned, his eyes locked on your figure. Maybe you were just a hallucination, but hallucinations don’t age, don’t get more mature or taller. You look the same but different, and maybe that was enough evidence for him to believe he wasn’t psychotic.
He stood up slowly, taking careful steps towards you as your hands shook, adrenaline pumping through your body. It felt like it took hours for him to close the few meters between you but once you saw his eyes, you knew. It was him.
“Lord… It really is you,” you breathed out as you reached out slowly, not wanting to spook him but also barely believing that he was actually there. Your hands slowly cupped his face and he forgot how warm things like this felt. Tears pricked at his eyes. At this point he didn’t care if this was a hallucination or not, he just wanted to indulge himself for once. Just believe that he didn’t lose everything. That maybe he could still have you, one of his only friends outside of his family that he had while growing up. His first love that he never had enough time with, not even enough time to confess.
It was almost cruel how you felt the same and how much your heart ached upon seeing his teary eyes, frozen in disbelief, staring into yours. You brushed your thumbs over his cheeks trying to comfort him and show him you really were here.
He started to question himself. Why did he never check out the towns whenever he came back to investigate the IPC on Aeragan-Epharshel? Your house had been destroyed but he never confirmed your corpses, only those of his own family. It was too much, he just assumed the worst at the time.
But now here you are, tears streaming down your face, looking as beautiful as the day he first laid eyes on you.
“Darlin’… what happened to ya fer all these years?” You asked, questioning where he had been but also what happened to his body. You closed your eyes as your eyebrows scrunched together, unable to control your emotions and crying at this point. You quickly pulled him into a hug, arms wrapped around his neck. Reflexively, his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you in tight. Your chests flush against each other.
God how he wished he wasn’t cold metal right now. He wanted to feel you with his own skin, feel your warmth, how soft you were. But he could only barely make it out with the sensors on his body. Maybe he could get some upgrades? Link some more things to his brain?
He quickly snapped himself out of his own thoughts to finally respond to you. You shivered hearing his voice again.
“It don’t matter now sweetheart. All that matters is that I’m home,” he said slowly and shaky. You squeezed him harder as you started to sob into his shoulder. It made his own tears fall as he started to stroke your back.
“I thought I’d never see ya again,” you choked out.
“Same here darlin’,” he said, voice cracking.
“I’ll tell ya all about it, and ya tell me about yerself too,” he says between breathes, his throat closing from needing to cry. “I ain’t goin’ anywhere this time…
thinking bout how you and firefly was childhood friends that never got to confess to eachother cuz your life was cut short
It was late night as you’re accompanying her home because she’s sick. Firefly has a crush on you ever since the two of you met when you were children. It was a cold night while the two of you were enjoying eachother’s company. She let out a smile not knowing what was about to happen. Just as about she was about to tell you about her day, someone came and almost stabbed her in the back. If it weren’t for you she would’ve gotten herself stabbed.
“SOMEONE! PLEASE HELP!” it was late at night, away from the city. She looked down at you with her teary eyes, her grip tightened at the hem of your shirt while you let out a weak chuckle. Her eyes sparkled under the moonlight while all she sees are red. She couldn’t see anything but you. While waiting for the ambulance to come, she had her blouse covering the place that stabbed you to stop the bleeding.
“please… you’ll be fine..” her voice were shaky, she placed her hand over your cheek while cursing under her breath because the ambulance was so slow. You could only muster up a smile while looking up at the stars shining down at the two of you being the only witness to this tragedy.
“send my regards to our friends…” you’re at the edge of passing out but you kept yourself awake for her. To confess to her. “and… i have something to say. I.. love.. you.” her eyes went wide as she grits her teeth. “why now..? out of all times..” she said as more tears keep falling down her face. Her heart thumping loudly against her chest from both nervousness and also fear from the thought of you passing.
“live for me.”
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The robot was now standing ontop of a grave. It was molded and corroded by time as they stared down at the grave. How many years has it been? they don’t know but all they knew was that they placed another bouquet of flower on top of the grave. “its been too long, my old friend.” their voice was deep and laced with a hint of sadness in it. “i did what you last requested of me-“ they tried so hard to not choke at their words while looking up into the same night sky that had witnessed the tragedy of them on that fateful night.
Being immortal is a curse. You hated seeing your love ones dying from short lifespan. Because of that, you become close off from the world… Until you met someone who broke your walls and make yourself feel vulnerable to them.
You finally feel happiness once again, even if you’re down they would always find a way to make you smile again. But the happiness doesn’t last forever…
Every year, century, decades had passed you always visited your lover’s grave. You never fall in love to anyone unless it’s them.
One day, as you were looking for a vacant seat on a local coffee shop. You spotted a familiar appearance. At first, you thought reincarnation isn’t real since it was just some fairytale books. You decided to strike a conversation with until heard something that made your heart stop.
“Ah babe, there you are. Sorry if I’m a bit late, I just finished my work.” The person or their lover greet them. A smile escaped from your ‘past’ lover lips as they look at their lover with those loving eyes.
If there’s any mistakes I’ve made please inform me so I can edit this! Reblogs are appreciated <3
Warning: angst | a little ooc (?) | reader is herrscher | reader's death
Both conquered powers clashed against themselves in full force and theirs glory. Smudges of their potency cut night sky with angry and fervor of fight, which warmed up to the highest, fire level.
He tried everything to defeat you without hurt. He tried speak to your conscience and your human ego. But it was only tilting at windmills. Your angry – or angry of this something – for humanity only grown up, you even refused to call you as human.
He really tried help you with control your herrscher identity, but his efforts wasn't enough. He didn't want fight with you. He already couldn't look at your eyes...
Your eyes, once full of warm and happiness, was fully of hate and clear willingness destroy everything, what's related with humans and humanity.
And he couldn't allow this to happen.
— I give you last chance... — he wanted to his voice sound powerfull and threateningly, but your reaction for his words was only insanly laugh.
— Chance!? — you asked him with irony. — Is humanity gave me this chance when their could!? No! So you don't bluff my eyes your „chance”, Welt of Humanity!
I love you...
He created thousands launchers, which was leaded towards to you. Your gaze became a little bit nervous and you tried use your powers to block this missiles. But it was pointless compared with Power of Reason.
...but I must use my the most powerfull resourcess. You don't give me a choice...
Finally, when missiles stopped shots to you your flabbily and weak body has fallen from heights and with loud bang landed to ground. Welt approached to you and you looked at him with horror in your eyes and fear that he'll delived this final blow, but it never didn't happen.
After a few moments staring to your dying silhouette, he knelt down next to your body and grabbing your hand, he started cry with guilty in his voice saying:
— I'm sorry... — he sobbed, and tears running down his cheeks. — I'm sorry... I'm sorry that I don't save you before this madness... I...
— Welt... no... Joahim... — you interrupted him with serious, but at the same time weak voice. He looked at your face with shock and disbelief. — I was weak... please... accept my apologise... and safe humanity... I was blinded by hate and... despite my promises... I wasn't... enough strong... to do this...
Welt stopped your tiring speech kissing. Suddenly your lips became cold and he stopped this. Tears still dripped from his cheeks and chin, but with bigger quantity.
Welt of Humanity...
Your mocking words still bounded walls of his mind.
Protector of Humanity...
And he couldn't save this human, who's he loved the most...
I just made a post with this idea, and thought "wait I can just write the story right now", so I did ^.^
Since I put this up on AO3 I figured I'd share it here, too!
Crimson eyes met azure eyes once more. For a split second, the figure wondered if the child before it could hear the fear in its voice.
“Listen to me very carefully, and I promise that you and Natasha will not die today.”
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One era ends, a new era begins. A certain special someone is left behind with nothing but her precious memories, and she must find new meaning in this long and empty life of hers.
When the Herrscher of Finality descended upon Earth, it took merely hours for nearly everything Seele loved to be seized away from her. But in those final moments, she still had her other self, and together they made a great sacrifice to give humanity one final chance.
As she collapsed against her comrade, Seele’s hand slipped off the handle of the Abyss Flower and fell onto the broken ground. In those final moments, she could hear a voice cry out to her before being consumed by the violent cracks and rumbles of earth-shattering lighting, before the sound faded away into silence.
The light in those azure eyes peacefully dimmed to nothing, another life lost to this sudden and tragic end of the Current Era. But in a small room suspended in the void, a pair of crimson eyes frantically looked around and loud cries were left unanswered. In those final moments, Seele realized she was alone.
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“The Stigma Awakened holds remarkable value, but they’re only the intersection of stigmata and humans, and the most primitive guarantee of Project Stigma.”
When she first heard these words Seele thought nothing of them- pointless philosophy, disconnected from reality and a waste of her time. How cruel it was that these words would replay in her mind over and over like a broken record, Seele now understanding the true meaning behind them.
From the first moments she came into being, Seele knew she was an “other”, that this was not her life to live. But as they passed day by day in the orphanage, as they fell into the Sea of Quanta, as they fought through the Theatre of Domination, and as they faced Finality together, Seele began to believe that she belonged.
Even if it was not her reality, she could still see the world through the azure eyes of a gentle soul.
Without that fragile tether, the Stigma now found herself back where she belonged. A Stigma Space, a dream where time is distorted. The checkered floor that once served as a refuge now became a timeless prison, where this Stigma would desperately cling to her memories of Seele Vollerei.
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When Finality brought one era to an end, it also marked the beginning of a new era. Civilization would form once more, built up by the history and knowledge of generations of humanity. Stigmata serve as records of this process, and so as humans once more walked the Earth and began telling tales, one particular Stigma once more caught glimpses of the real world.
Now that she could perceive the world as she once did, this Stigma saw just how much time had passed. She had never bothered to keep count, and she wasn’t even sure if she was isolated for a moment or an eternity.
In this new era the Stigma kept her distance, watching from afar as generation after generation passed by— though every now and then she would appear before whichever host was alive at that time, and offer a sliver of her power. She had little interest in meddling with the messy affairs of others, so many people who bore this Stigma lived their lives without ever knowing it was there.
This was her new reality, and the Stigma told herself that she was content to live this way. Even if Finality descended once more she would simply move on to another era anyways, so she didn’t care what fate befell her hosts. They were nothing more than a convenient means by which she could eavesdrop on humanity’s progress.
So it was until the moment when she felt her own fear for the first time in this new era.
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“Get behind me!”
The cracks of gunshots were deafening in the ears of the crying child, but they did not scare her as much as the approaching roars of Honkai beasts. As another beast cried out, she tightened her grip on the leg of her adoptive mother.
"Shit." Natasha swore under her breath again as the rifle began to click; the magazine was empty yet not a single Honkai beast fell. She backed up until she was halted by the cracked wall behind her. Before she could even turn to run the other way, yet another monster appeared.
They were trapped.
In those final moments, countless thoughts raced through Natasha’s mind. She wondered where she went wrong, she cursed her misfortune, she fervently prayed for a miracle.
In those final moments, the crying child shut her eyes as if she were tucked in bed and hiding from the monsters in her bedtime stories. With eyes closed, she did not notice a distant gaze that fell upon her.
In those final moments, the cries of beasts gave way to silence. The air grew still, and the warmth she desperately clung to had disappeared. She slowly opened her teary eyes and saw a single figure standing alone in an impossibly black darkness.
“Am I… dead?” Still dazed from the sudden sensory deprivation, the child could only muster a gentle whisper.
No reply.
With her tiny, tender hand the crying child rubbed tears from her eyes. The child blinked once, twice, and now clearly saw the face of the lone figure.
It had her face, it had her hair. But unlike her it had crimson eyes which stared at her, as if it were peering into her soul, as if it were about to devour it any moment now.
“W-w-what are you?” The child’s heartbeat grew louder and louder in the silence as she stumbled onto the ground, breaking into tears and ugly sobbing.
Tch. How obnoxious.
With crossed arms the figure closed its eyes and took one step forward.
“You are pathetic.”
Another step.
“Weak.”
Another.
“A coward that can’t do anything to protect what she loves most dearly.”
Now a mere couple of feet away, the figure towered over the child before her. Eyes still closed, it took in a deep breath. “But this time… things will be different.”
Crimson eyes met azure eyes once more. For a split second, the figure wondered if the child before it could hear the fear in its voice.
“Listen to me very carefully, and I promise that you and Natasha will not die today.”
The Honkai beast pulled back its limb; a massive lance which would pierce Natasha clean. She held her rifle up as a shield even if it’d do nothing to soften the blow. What more could she do?
As the lance flew forward towards her, Natasha shut her eyes tight. She did not notice that the child behind her let go of her leg. She did not see the smile that crept onto the child’s face, nor the blade which began to form in the child’s hand.
One second had passed and a grinding screech rang out, a noise like the scraping of a shovel against rock.
Two seconds had passed but the lance did not touch Natasha.
Three seconds had passed and she heard the shrieks of one, two, three Honkai beasts. Natasha tensed at the sound and looked up to see what was happening.
Ten seconds had passed, and then there was silence.
Natasha usually felt no fear when facing Honkai beasts, but this time was different. She felt fear for herself, but especially for the young child which was with her when the beasts attacked… but she never imagined that she would be frightened by the child herself.
The child that was sobbing and clinging to Natasha merely moments ago now stood in place of the pack of Honkai beasts. Silicon carapaces lay around her, violently torn apart. In the girl’s hand was a massive scythe that was even taller than her; it was a dull metallic grey with red accents and what appeared to be a single bloodied eye glaring at Natasha. It seemed like the weight of the weapon should crush the little girl, yet she effortlessly held it.
Head still turned away from Natasha, the girl spoke. It was nearly the same voice that would meekly ask for a bedtime story or politely ask for another serving of cake. But there was no trace of her usual innocence in these words; instead they seemed to drip with venom.
“Listen closely, Natasha. Don’t take my help for granted.” The girl turned her head to the side, eyes still covered by the sides of her hair.
“Take better care of Seele. If you don’t, I will know. And if you let anyone or anything harm her…”
