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Since tumblr refuses to give me back my blog even though I do abide by the new community guidelines, I decided to make a new one.

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Since tumblr refuses to give me back my blog even though I do abide by the new community guidelines, I decided to make a new one.

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Since tumblr refuses to give me back my blog even though I do abide by the new community guidelines, I decided to make a new one.

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oooooohh hell yes, ive been meaning to knock this boy up again soon!

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“I- I can’t… No- ct!” 

Prompto’s face is contorted in pain and his back arches off the bed as he lets out another feeble cry. The screaming had stopped hours ago, his voice too torn up and wrecked for more than the low warbles of pain he was able to make now. His stomach quivered, and it was impossible to tell if it was from the creatures inside him trying to escape, or from his body shutting down after the torturous hours of pushing and fighting.

“Yes, you can! C’mon, Prom, another big push” Noct encourages, he’s trying to remain the more positive of the two, but being front seat row to the birth of some daemon monstrosities he can’t help but feel sick to his stomach knowing this is happening to his best friend. 

There’s not response though, not even a quiet grunt that would signify Prompto pushing again, and there’s no movement from below. Noct looks up to find Prompto’s eyes shut and his head lolled off to the side weakly, and panic bubbles up in his chest.

“No, no” he worries, coming up to take Prompto’s cheeks in his hand, even if it means smearing blood and fluids across their pale surface. “No, Prom, C’mon! You can’t rest yet. Keep your eyes open!”

He’s still for a terrifyingly long moment, and Noct gives him another shake before he sees his eyelids flutter open and Prompto’s eyes find his.

“N-Noct…” Prompto hiccups out a sob, “It h-hurts…”

Noctis heart just about breaks in two right then, and he pulls his poor friend into his chest and holds him tight. Prompto’s hands cling tightly to Noct as his shoulders shake in quiet sobs, and all Noct can do is shush him gently. 

“You can do it, Prom. You can do it.”

Warnings: Mpreg: trans male pregnancy, rapid pregnancy, forced pregnancy,  monster/demon pregnancy, graphic depictions of birth. Also contains vomiting and potential body horror. (not all in this chapter)

Pairings: Prompto/Noctis.

Notes: This entire chapter is just a long, difficult birth scene. It’s also the final chapter! POV starts with Prompto and switches to Noct about halfway through. I’m sure it’s not very accurate but I tried my best. Hope you enjoy!

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With the rush of liquid, thankfully on the other side of the room, came the worst of the pain. He’d been forced to kneel in his own fluids, shaking and leaning heavily against Noct, for what felt like minutes before the pain passed enough that Noct could help him to his feet. The walk back to their makeshift bed was excruciating, and Prompto felt increasingly bad for the hand he was crushing, even if Noct didn’t complain once about the abuse.

Laying back down was hard, especially considering how low to the ground he had to stoop, but Noct braced his weight and helped ease him down. It was much more comfortable than the hay he’d been laying in earlier, but the pain and discomfort was way worse than before and getting comfortable seemed impossible.

Warnings: Mpreg: trans male pregnancy, rapid pregnancy, forced pregnancy,  monster/demon pregnancy, graphic depictions of birth. Also contains vomiting and potential body horror. (not all in this chapter)

Pairings: Minor Prompto/Noctis.

Notes: The next chapter will be the final one! ;) This one is in Noct’s POV again.

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In the end, it was easier than it rightfully should have been to set out to look for Prompto on his own. Perhaps Gladio and Ignis thought higher of him than he expected, or at least thought he had better self-preservation skills, because it was almost painfully easy to slip out of the hotel room in the middle of the following night.

Of course he felt bad for it. He’d convinced the two of them to stay at the Leville again just in case Prompto showed up, and chancing a last peek at their sleep-smooth faces nearly made him stay behind. He’d been taught all his life to stay with his guard, to let them do their jobs. But he’d broken that rule as long as he’d lived, too. He was the last of his line, now, and his safety was more paramount than before, but Prompto always was the person he would have given anything for.

Here’s some monster preg Prompto kink fic for whoever that appeals to because I couldn’t get it out of my head. That title is about to become real literal ;) Warnings: Mpreg: trans male pregnancy, rapid pregnancy, forced pregnancy,  monster/demon pregnancy, graphic depictions of birth. Also contains vomiting and potential body horror. (most warnings apply to later chapters! this one sets the stage.) Quick note: I’m trans, writing about trans characters. This is also my first attempt at this sort of genre and if you need something else tagged please don’t hesitate to let me know! Also where this ties in with game events is probably a little skewed but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯   Click the read more for the full chapter!

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Prompto had a pretty fucked up recurring dream.

He’d been having it since even before high school started, though he couldn’t remember exactly when the first instance was. The dream itself was infrequent but always stuck with him afterwards, made falling asleep even days later a conscious choice. Strangely, it wasn’t a very graphic dream and often the only thing that really happened was an uncomfortable, mounting sense of foreboding. Small details usually changed, but there was a general formula that seemed to hold true.

Warnings: Mpreg: trans male pregnancy, rapid pregnancy, forced pregnancy,  monster/demon pregnancy, graphic depictions of birth. Also contains vomiting and potential body horror. (not all in this chapter)

Pairings: Minor Prompto/Noctis.

Notes: This chapter switches to Noct’s POV! Not much to warn for in this chapter, mostly plot stuff.

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They arrived at the hospital and were promptly stuck in the waiting room. Noctis had never had much experience in public hospitals, being the prince, but going under the radar meant he wasn’t allowed to throw that weight around any longer. So there they stayed, first for one hour and then another. The wait was terrible, punctuated by the meek moans of the sick and wails of the young. The woman they sat closest to bled steadily for the first hour, until at last her name was called. Throughout the wait, as terrible and boring as it was, the most terrible aspect of it was Prompto. Noct knew Prompto was filled with restless energy from ADHD and a diagnosed anxiety disorder but he’d never seen him behave quite the way he did in that waiting room. He bounced his leg insistently, clenched and unclenched his hands in the fabric of his pants, and bit at the skin of his knuckles until they bled. But every time the door would open and the nurse would step out to read the name of the next patient, Prompto would stop everything; the bouncing, the clenching, the biting, and stare with wide eyes and held breath until she and the next patient had disappeared. It was more than a little concerning.

ooooooooooooooooh this is so gooood, prom just hiding his labor because the tension is so thick right now no one will even listen to him, so he just keeps soldiering on, thinking hell get the right time eventually, but that time never comes, and before he knows it the trains being attacked!!