Hey, how have you been doing! I ADORE the baby headcannons and was wondering if you could do the opposite? I've been feeling down and need some comfort BAD. How would Soldier 76, Genji, Reinhardt, and Roadhog react if their pregnant s/o had a miscarriage? How would they try to heal? I really appreciate it and bless your heart, please and thank you so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
((So angst is the name of the game this time! I donāt know why but hurting just feels right so Iām glad I got this request~! You are welcome and thanks for requesting!))
-He wasnāt a young man anymore, he had seen and experience loss. From agents to friends or family, he had grown used to the pain of losing someone who meant something to him. But thisā¦this was an entirely new pain
-He isnāt tears or anger, heās empty like he just doesnāt know what to say. Just when heās gotten used to the world taking so much, he thought things had gotten better. He had you and you were going to bring a child into the worldā¦and then for whatever reason, the fates had decided to take something away from him again.
-He is by your side and holding your hand tight as can be but the light is gone from his eyes. Heāll hold you while you cry and shush you and smooth his hand over your hair but he is just lost on how to deal himself.
-He talks with Angela about what would happen over the next few days, what, if anything would need to be done and keeps himself together while you slowly crumble apart
-When the both of you are back home and you are finally resting, he kind of wanders around the space of your apartment before his hand settles on one of the first thing you had gotten him to celebrate being a new dad
-He holds it in his hands and thumbs it around before he finally cracks and begins to break down and cry, just painful heart wrenching sobs.Ā You, unable to stay asleep wake up and find him and your arms wrap around him and the both of you cry together.Ā
-Healing is a slow process for the both of you, but you do it together. The both of you talk softly, express things and if it comes to it seek out some professional help but you both are there for one another constantly.
-He never thought that he would have children so when he heard the news he was unabashed in showing his joy. He is much more contained when Angela delivers the news that neither one of you want to hear.
-A part of the old Genji slipped out, the part of him that was quick to express his emotions; disbelief and then anger tossed Angelaās way before he feels your hand slip into his. You know what this is, you know he canāt help it
-He is ashamed at first but his arms wrap around you tight, his mask off, his forehead pressed to yours as he hushes your apologies and you hush his, Angela leaves you two alone so you can console and comfort one another
-He feels emotionally raw but he doesnāt want to leave your side, he feels the need to hold onto you because he needs some kind of physical proof that he isnāt going to lose you as well. He knows that it makes no sense but you need him there, need his touch as badly as he needs to touch you
-When you fall asleep that night after hours of tears and behind held, Zenyatta is there for the both of you, stating that he could sense the disquiet in the both of you but thought it not right to intrude until the next day. Genji is deep in meditation when you wake but he comes out of it only to pull you to him, onto his lap and ask you to meditate with him
-Itās not an instant fix but it is something, the understanding of loss and gain, life and death, endings and beginnings spoken to you in the tranquil way that only Zenyatta can manage helps to start the healing process.
-Youād never seen the man as quiet or somehow so small as when Angela delivers the news, his massive shoulders and posture deflating, his brilliant blue eye glassy and dazed, voice infinitely softer than normal
-His hand slips into yours, an almost shy, fearful action, afraid that he might break youāor maybe itās himselfāif he squeezes you too tightly right now, his eyes slipping closed as he releases a broken breath
-This man feels deeply and intensely, his anger and happiness just as potent as his anguish and sadness. But it isnāt low sobs, itās shuddering breaths of disbelief and pain. You stand and wrap your arms around him, pressing his face into your chest, resting your cheek on top of his head. Threading your fingers through his hair, you feel more than you hear his breakdown, tears soaking your shirt as your own dampens the top of his head.
-It takes him a moment until he crushes you to him, the both of you holding onto each other as a tether, allowing the pain to run its course but not lingering too far from one another. He is there for you in those random bouts of volatile emotions; the anger at seemingly benign things, the tears. You are there for him as well, bringing him back when his gaze gets far away and distant, wiping away the tears that well up in both of his eyes.
-He is quick to process through everything, but in the same moment the both of you do not forget the pain that you had felt, the loss. But he reminds you of the joy that you felt at the news, the distant possibility of trying again, of the love that he holds for you and will always hold for you. He has learned it is not best to linger on pains but he also knows that you should never forget them
-As Angela deliver the news, you hear the sound of his breath hitching for a moment before it returns to that slow, deep breaths that were a comforting white noise to you. The sound of metal bending and buckling punctuated the sound of the room, his hands tightening on the metal armrest in his room.
-Turning your head up to look at him, you expected some betrayal of emotion in his eyes behind the mask; anger, sadness, confusionā¦but there was an eerie calm behind those gray eyes of his, an understanding tinged with a subtle layer of pain
-He gathers you up with a grunt and takes you back to your room, pushing the mask up and off of his face and settling in front of you. He doesnāt say anything as he sits you down, still crying, in front of himself. He takes both of your hands into his massive ones, thumbs rubbing the entirety of your forearm in a slow, soothing motion
-As you calm down and study his face, you can tell that the look on his face, the motions that he is going through are the actions of a man that has been through this before, that has faced this specific kind of loss before. It is why when he heard the news he was hopeful, but knew better than to expect something other than the worst. (If you are a fellow Junker) You both had been through this in the past but you both had been hopingā¦praying that maybe this would be different
-You catch him at times, staring forlornly at the pachimari you had gifted him when the news had been found out and had made it to eight weeks in, the period of time that you finally felt safe celebrating the news
-He is neither over it nor dwelling on it, it happened and he has to keep forging forward especially for you and with you because he still has that lingering hope that one day things will turn out as they should be, like they could be
