TUESDAY: MPREG
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hpfangirl71 and I'm your host this week. The theme I've chosen for today is one I seem to be writing a lot of lately and one that I quite enjoy, today's theme will be MPreg, You can post any prompts as long as they include a male character getting pregnant or having been pregnant. Its time the guys had a chance to see what its like to be the ones with aching backs and swollen feet! You can explore any aspect of pregnancy with your characters, plus all fandoms and genres are accepted.
As always, here are the rules:
-No more than five prompts in a row. If someone fills one of your prompts, you are then free to prompt again!
-No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
-No spoilers in prompts!
-If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
-Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
Here are some examples to get you started:
Full Metal Alchemist, Ed/Roy, Ed knows Roy wants a family really bad so he uses the power of Alchemy to get himself knocked up
Harry Potter, Percy/Oliver, Percy was the last of their sons the Weasley's thought would come home pregnant.
Teen Wolf, Stiles/Derek, Stiles get quite a surprise after he and Derek mate during the full moon
Have Fun with this theme and again Happy Writing!!
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hpfangirl71 and I'm your host this week. The theme I've chosen for today is one I seem to be writing a lot of lately and one that I quite enjoy, today's theme will be MPreg, You can post any prompts as long as they include a male character getting pregnant or having been pregnant. Its time the guys had a chance to see what its like to be the ones with aching backs and swollen feet! You can explore any aspect of pregnancy with your characters, plus all fandoms and genres are accepted.As always, here are the rules:
-No more than five prompts in a row. If someone fills one of your prompts, you are then free to prompt again!
-No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
-No spoilers in prompts!
-If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
-Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
Here are some examples to get you started:
Full Metal Alchemist, Ed/Roy, Ed knows Roy wants a family really bad so he uses the power of Alchemy to get himself knocked up
Harry Potter, Percy/Oliver, Percy was the last of their sons the Weasley's thought would come home pregnant.
Teen Wolf, Stiles/Derek, Stiles get quite a surprise after he and Derek mate during the full moon
Have Fun with this theme and again Happy Writing!!
tag=mpreg
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Date: 2012-05-22 02:46 pm (UTC)Roy had started to get suspicious in about the third week of Ed’s research. He dropped hints of his concern, asked probing questions, trying to dig into what Fullmetal searching for so intently. In his testy, flippant way, Ed had managed to dodge the queries, come up with answers that managed to get his husband off his back, even if it didn’t completely satisfy him.
It was risky, and he knew it. Well familiar with the Gate and its quirky ideas of equivalent exchange, Ed would have been lying to say he hadn’t been terrified of all the things that could happen to him. Still, he pushed harder into the books, spent one last night locked up in his study. Roy had gone to bed hours before, leaving Ed to the final stages of the array he’d drawn in his journal. Finished at last, he spread the pages open and stripped off his clothes, tossing them onto the chair. He willed his hand not to shake as he started drawing the array on his belly, eyes intense and focused. Slowly, delicately, his skin blossomed into an intricate circle.
Once it was complete, he smiled and shut the book. Crept into the room he shared with Roy. It took little effort to rouse the man, using kisses and touches that he knew his husband loved. In the dark, the markings on his body hadn’t been spotted, and he took Roy into him, coaxing him with heat and tightness. Pressing his hand to the array made the alchemy prickle over them, both throwing their heads back and Ed felt himself fill with the heat of Roy’s pleasure. He lingered some time after, kissing and petting Roy until the man drifted off to sleep again.
Ed might have known nothing about what he was doing, but he knew when something had changed within him. He lay a hand over his abdomen, smiling rather evilly to himself. He couldn’t wait to see the look on Roy’s face when he started to show…
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Date: 2012-05-22 07:56 am (UTC)Loving this prompt theme :-) Also I have no appropriate icon :-(
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Percy dragged his heels as Oliver and he crested the hill outside Ottery St Catchpole. Oliver glanced at his boyfriend often; Percy had been queasy all week knowing they would have to deliver some difficult news to his parents, and true to form, he looked green.
"Alright, love?" Oliver said softly.
Percy nodded and snatched Oliver's hand, holding it in a vice-like grip. Oliver squeezed his fingers comfortingly as the passed the tumbledown wall that marked the boundary of The Burrow's gardens. Percy walked more and more slowly the closer they got to the house, swallowing often.
Oliver knocked on the door and smiled encouragingly at Percy.
"Wood," he whimpered, "I ... I think I'm going to..."
Percy dropped Oliver's hand and ran out of sight of the door, which opened just then.
"Ah, Moll-- Err -- Mrs Weasley," Oliver said nervously.
Molly Weasley hadn't exactly been thrilled when she had been told her Percy would, in fact, not be able to be providing her with grandchildren when he and Oliver had decided to make their relationship permanent.
It wasn't that she didn't love Percy (and Oliver) and want him (them both) to be happy, or so Percy explained to Oliver (often and in as reassuring a tone of voice as he could manage), it was just that she had so much love to give that she wanted all her children to have lots of children, too.
"Where is dear Percy?" Mrs Weasley asked.
"Err, uhm, he had to... Ahem, he wasn't feeling... He'll be along in a minute, Mrs Weasley," Oliver finally said.
Mrs Weasley nodded and invited Oliver indoors. Oliver heard retching sounds from just outside a kitchen window and he subtly closed it to protect Percy's dignity.
"Was there something special about your visit, dear? Percy said you had some news to tell Arthur and myself," she said curiously.
"Eh, yes... About that..." Oliver said uneasily.
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"Alright, Percy?" Arthur asked his wayward third son as he walked up the garden path.
Percy saw his father and threw himself on him, shaking in adrenaline-fuelled fear.
"ImprenntImprenntanscared oh how in the name of Merlin's saggy left testicle am I going to explain this to Mother?"
"You what?" Arthur Weasley was mystified.
"ARTHUR! ARTHURRRRRRRRR! HURRY UP AND GET INSIDE! THE BOYS HAVE THE MOST WONDERFUL NEWS! I'M HAVING A GRANDCHILD!"
"Oh. I wouldn't worry, son. She'll be thrilled."
Percy gagged again and aimed for the gnome-riddled flowerbeds.
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Date: 2012-05-22 09:22 am (UTC)Loves. This. Theme. Full Stop.
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Date: 2012-05-22 05:52 pm (UTC)“Just look at me, Bassy!” Grell crooned, cupping his cheeks, his body swaying to and fro so that his blood-red hair fluttered like wings around him. “I told you we would do such lovely things together! I had NO idea that the power of our love was this strong!” One hand dropped to the swell of his belly, gloved fingers stroking in the loving way only this psychotic reaper could manage.
Sebastian wrinkled his nose to the scent that rolled off the other man. Hormones and saccharine, a truly one-sided obsession and a healthy dose of crazy. Ciel still hadn’t let him live it down, and he doubted the boy ever would.
“What will it be, do you suppose? Oh, Bassy, do you think it will be a girl that will grow up to be as beautiful and talented as myself? She would make a divine reaper, don’t you think?”
The inky black glow around Sebastian had no effect on his calm demeanor as he prepared the afternoon tea. “Perhaps whatever it is will eat its way out of the womb and you will bleed to death.” Lid on the teapot, cups arranged just so, sugar cubes stacked neatly in the dish. The butler did his absolute best not to think about the temper that had gotten him to this place in time. That same temper had months before driven him to all but smash Grell’s face into a wall, growling about giving him just what he wanted, taking him with no regard. How was he to know that not only would that crazy bastard like it, but get far more out of it than Sebastian knew was possible. All those years of experience and still so much he had to learn.
Ciel truly wasn’t going to let him live it down. Ever.
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Date: 2012-05-22 09:32 am (UTC)I'm sorry for this- this is what happens when revision fries your brain
Date: 2012-05-22 10:14 pm (UTC)Loki stares at him blankly for a moment before screaming, “It shall be neither for I am not pregnant!”
Once again demonstrating that he is the most suicidal out of all of the Avengers, Tony wraps Loki in a hug and says, “That whole denial thing you’ve got going on is getting kinda old Sweetheart. Why don’t you change your tune and help me plan how we’re going to outfit the nursery?”
Bruce personally thinks Tony is lucky that he survived the encounter, let alone walked away with only a dislocated shoulder and a sprained back. Still, Tony doesn’t let a little thing like a trip to the hospital get him down (Bruce thinks the morphine might be partially to blame for this). He spends his enforced recuperation period organising things like trust funds with Pepper and discussing baby names with Bruce and Steve. When he gets out of the hospital he asks Loki if he’s still swimming in that river in Egypt. Loki gives him a dirty look but storms out without sending him back to the hospital. Bruce sees this as progress in Loki’s anger-management if nothing else.
Two weeks later Loki is still researching reasons why he may be displaying the symptoms of pregnancy without actually being pregnant. After nearly being skewered by a silver dagger on three separate occasions Tony has put on hold his attempts to get Loki to accept the situation in favour of designing toys for his future child. Bruce watches him sketch on his tablet and marvels at just how well Tony has accepted the whole thing. He puts aside the book he’s not actually reading and asks his friend why he isn’t freaking out like Loki. Tony shrugs and says, “I am freaking out a little, on the inside. It’s not every day you find out that the god of mischief is pregnant with your lovechild. But I figured Loki is doing the whole denial thing enough for two so I might as well accept it and move on. I know I’m not really parent material but I plan on being there for my kid. I’m going to give that kid all the love my reactor-heart is capable of giving and when that isn’t enough I’m going to invent something to make up for it. And call Pepper, obviously, because she’s way better at this stuff than me.”
Bruce smiles. “You’re going to be a great dad Tony. You’re not going to make the same mistakes Howard did.”
Tony’s smile falters for a moment before returning twice as bright and silently thankful. Before either of them can say anymore Loki enters the room and collapses into an ungraceful sprawl besides Tony. He stares ahead, his face blank as he mumbles brokenly, “I’m pregnant.”
Tony smirks as he puts an arm around the Norse god. He then presses a kiss to Loki’s cheek and says, “Welcome back to reality Honey.”
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Date: 2012-05-22 09:35 am (UTC)Fill
Date: 2012-05-22 06:57 pm (UTC)“What the fuck, Merlin? What are you saying?” Gwaine was stupefied.
Merlin’s look was full of guilt. “I’m saying...you’re pregnant.”
“How? I mean, how is that even possible?” Even as he said it, Gwaine knew it was true. The queasy mornings, the way everything felt off-kilter and too much all the time -- he knew Merlin’s words were true, even though it was too much for his brain to process.
Merlin glanced at Gwaine’s mid-section, visibly thicker. “Um. Well. You remember, a few weeks ago? When we...” he gestured between them.
Gwaine thought back to that night, when Merlin’s cock had filled him, pumped him through and nailed him to the bed. It had been one of the most satisfying fucks of his life. He swallowed.
“Oh god.” He looked at Merlin. “Is it...you mean...” he whispered, ‘the magic?”
Merlin’s face crumpled in a weird way. “I guess? I mean...I don’t really know. It’s not like this has happened before.” Merlin wiped his face with his hand. “I don’t know. Gwaine. I mean, this is new to me too.” He glanced at Gwaine’s stomach again, like he could see something there. Which was impossible. Right?
Gwaine sighed. “Okay. Well. Does Gaius know anything?” This couldn’t be happening. He was grasping at straws.
“Gaius? I doubt it.” Merlin thought a moment. “Although you never know, I guess. He is...old. I mean, he’s seen a lot.”
“Yeah.” Gwaine took a deep breath. He looked at Merlin. Sweet Merlin, whose blue eyes charmed him from the first moment in that tavern. Would it really be so bad if they had a baby? HAD A BABY?
“This is crazy, right? I mean, how can a man have a baby?” Gwaine gestured to his stomach. He sighed again. “Fuck. It’s true, isn’t it?”
“Er, maybe.”
“Why me?” Gwaine moaned, knowing it was ridiculous.
“I don’t know!” Merlin clapped him on the shoulder. “It just is, okay? I mean, don’t think about it too much right now.”
“What? I’ve got a baby inside me! How can I not think about it? It’s... you and me...together...in there.” He felt like fainting. “We made a new person.” Gods. It was true. He cupped his burgeoning stomach. The truth was beginning to sink in. How was he going to train? Do his job? He was a knight! Knights didn’t have babies! It was ridiculous. He threw a beseeching glance at Merlin. He didn’t know what Merlin could do, but Merlin was clearly not of this world. He was something else entirely. Something capable of impregnating a man.
He thought of his family, far away, who he hadn’t seen in years. He didn’t even know if any of them were still alive. His mother, who’d always looked at him with those eyes, hopeful and pleading. This was completely weird, but maybe in some way it would redeem him. He’d always felt at loose ends, with no purpose. This baby, maybe there was a reason why it came into being. He had to believe that. He pulled Merlin to him with an arm around his waist.
“Do you want to be a father?”
Merlin grinned at him. “Do I have a choice?” He put a hand on Gwaine’s round stomach.
“It wouldn’t appear that you do, no.”
“I wonder if it’s a girl or a boy.”
“Which would you rather have?”
“I don’t care, really.”
Gwaine imagined sparring with a little boy with black hair and sparkling blue eyes, showing him his moves. His heart warmed.
“I think I want a boy.” He settled his arm heavier around Merlin.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Then he saw a little girl with brown curls scampering across a field, her skirts flowing, a flower in her tiny fist. “Or maybe a girl. Either would be fine. As long as we’re together.” He looked deep in Merlin’s eyes. “We will be, right?”
Merlin smiled, full of warmth and promise. He leaned in and his lips were soft and gentle against Gwaine’s. “Yes.”
“Camelot will be shocked.”
“We can handle it.”
And Gwaine believed it. Merlin’s eyes said they would be fine.
“It’s time for Camelot to see what magic can do other than burn and destroy. It can make life too.”
“Life.” Gwaine’s eyes watered. Damn hormones.
“It’ll be okay.” Merlin’s arms circled him. “You’ll see.”
They both looked down at Gwaine’s mid-section, hands on top of each other, enfolding the baby.
Gwaine looked into Merlin’s eyes. “Yes. It’ll be okay.” And he knew it would be.
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Date: 2012-05-22 09:40 am (UTC)Kudos if it involves Owen twitting him about it
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Date: 2012-05-23 05:00 am (UTC)I may very well have filled this prompt. Over here.
(OMG, I never thought I'd write MPREG, but this was too good to pass up!!!)
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Date: 2012-05-22 11:20 am (UTC)Too long for a comment...
Date: 2012-05-22 10:58 pm (UTC)Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Rating|Genre: pg-13 to be safe | family/friendship, femslash, slash
Characters|Pairing: Yuuri, Conrad, Chérie, Greta, mentions of others | Chérie/Anissina, Wolfram/Yuuri
Summary: The ex-queen is having a baby, but no husband. Conrad chooses this opportunity to talk to Yuuri about tolerance, and about Wolfram.
Word count: 2 998
Spoilers|Warnings: No
In my journal: http://amles80.livejournal.com/70603.html
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Date: 2012-05-22 12:13 pm (UTC)Filled
Date: 2012-05-23 12:35 am (UTC)"If I were Archie, where would I hide?" The immortal man hoped that even with Torchwood Two being long disbanded that Archie kept some equipment around in case of emergencies. Jack knew what was wrong and he needed confirmation to put his mind at ease. He said that he would never do it again, but things were different now. This could be his chance for a fresh start.
"You stick out like a sore thumb, Harkness," an old man sniffled and wiped his nose on his sleeve. "There are people looking for you."
"Archie!" The man had found him instead. "You are one to talk. I can smell you from a mile away." Heightened sense of smell, another clear sign. "Is that wet sheep?"
"Were you ever taught to respect your elders?" Archie said with a good natured jab to the arm.
"I am your elder." Jack found it refreshing to laugh for the first time in months.
"Could have fooled me. What do you need, Jack?" The elderly man noticed a distinct shade of green around Jack's edges.
"Do you still have a medical scanner?" Jack asked with a raised eyebrow. Archie's gaze was making him uncomfortable.
"Picked up a wee bugger on your travels?"
"Something like that," Jack said with a nervous laugh.
"I have something in my office," Archie knew getting Jack to tell the truth was an impossible task. The few occasions he met the man the bounds of truth were always skirted.
The two men walked in silence to Archie's office, Jack keeping several paces behind. It was obvious to Archie that something troubled the younger looking man. He had heard what happened with the 456 and knew Jack sacrificed a lot. It looked as almost if he had lost the will to live. Something not told in the whispered tales.
"It's in the back room," Archie nodded toward the small room to the left of his desk.
"Thanks." There was only a hint of fear in his voice. "I need to do this alone."
And Archie gave Jack the space he needed, but he became worried when after a half hour, Jack had not returned.
"Everything..." Archie started to enter the room and froze when he saw the image on the screen. "What?"
"All because I told Rhys to shove his bloody beans and go to the shops. We wanted time alone," Jack cried tears of joy as he was mesmerized by what he knew to be a new life growing inside of him. "I'm going to make you proud, Ianto. Our child is going to know how brave you were. He or she is going to know how much I will always love you. We will never forget you."
The End
A/N: thank you for the evil plot bunny that this prompt has now planted in my head Hope you enjoyed this and that this is what you had in mind.
PS. Sorry for the edits, picked up a few errors and needed to fix some text.
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Date: 2012-05-22 02:17 pm (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Loki/Clint, Either Clint or Loki is pregnant because of Clint’s time as Loki’s minion. If it’s Loki, he wants the baby. If it’s Clint, he doesn’t.