#ive been awaiting to write something with messmer mpreg💙

[lordrandreaming]

CW: Mpreg

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Messmer only has himself to blame, for such a incident as this occurring. The improbability of it all is staggering, and yet.. He's here, isn't he?

He can't even remember how it happened, or who. To Messmer, he is no creator of life. He takes it. Without regret. But there it is, the ever so subtle swell of his abdomen. All the changes his body is going through were warning signs of what's to come for him..

He's not sure how he knows exactly.. But he is certain there is a small, feeble thing which had been planted within himself. Messmer has no doubts, that should he see this through, he'll birthe an abomination.

Yet, he can't bring himself to end it.. He's attached, through a veil of loneliness. His vision is warped.. But he perceives this blessing of sin as something he should tend to. Maybe the fates design isn't so cruel..

He alone, will rear and raise this child. They will never step out of his sight.. No matter if they are an abomination of shadow, or no. Messmer will keep them in his sights at all times. He will kill whatever it takes, to ensure their safety.

He was ill, for the first portion. Completely unaware what he has done, and what occurs behind the wall of his abdomen. He just believed simply, that he caught illness.

Clearly.. With his abdomen rounding out, his chest becoming sore and supple, Messmer tired faster- and he didn't like it the longer it went on for.

He didn't accept it, ignoring such changes until it was unable to be denied.

He has no choice in the end to accept it, taking it as his personal goal to see this through,no matter what. Of course he could just rid himself of such a burden, but yet.. With every thought like that, his eye would begin to wet uncontrollably. He doesn't understand why this is, what withholds him from doing so..

Punishment or no, Messmer chooses to see it through. Every hour of every day, he ensured that the little heart within him was still beating.

It came, soft, and fast. A tiny pitter patter in his ears, when he focused solely on it. Messmer never noticed the small smile that crept onto his face whenever he took a listen.

As the month's went on, and Messmer's passenger of surprise grew, he found himself talking to it. Could it hear him? It has no choice, just as he.

With the growing swell, also came.. Affection. Messmer never displayed such a thing, nor felt it. But, hidden away in his solitude, came this warmth in his chest, whenever he felt a flutter from his rounded abdomen.

"Awake again, are we?"

He speaks with a voice so gentle, he didn't recognise himself. Another flutter..

Messmer never imagined he would be so enamored by something he cannot see, only feel.

Hours spent, lost in conversation with whom cannot reply to him with words.. Only movement.

With each month passing, came greater strain on his body. His middle became rounder with each passing day.. And with each day, came the grace of companionship. Messmer had someone who would listen to him. Someone of his own flesh and blood.

In the quiet- Messmer never noticed when he started humming to the life nestled within himself. That is when he was sure the child, whatever they may be, was listening to him. At any interval, where his voice became audiable, Messmer would feel them squirm and start to move their arms, or legs.. Pressing against his abdominal wall to let him know; I'm here! I can hear you!' At least.. That's the thought he entertained.

Messmer found himself unable to stand for prolonged periods of time, he had to sit and rest more often than not, especially nearing the end.. Where the weight was almost unbearable, and with his once elegant strife, became a burdened waddle.

Messmer was prepared for the worst, when his child was finally brought into these wretched lands of shadow, and loss.

What divinity smiled upon him?

Because the child was perfect. Hair red and fiery just as his own, with ten fingers and ten toes. No wings nor tail to be found. A perfectly healthy baby! His efforts weren't for naught, as he basked in the warmth of the small bundle within his arms..

Messmer couldn't believe this was his reality.

But would he have it any other way?