Prompt Post Round Six

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Noctis - birth denial

[(Anonymous)]

Really really wanting to see something with Noctis (mpreg, fem, s'all good) in labor and someone (or something) physically preventing him from giving birth, or he's fighting against his own body to prevent the labor from progressing.

++Any bro pairing/OT4 is fine. Am not picky with who the father is either
+++++++++PAIN. The baby thrashing around as it wants to come out and Noct's in an insane amount of pain

Fill: Noctis - birth denial

[(Anonymous)]

Zegnatus Keep was a monstrous fortress teeming with MTs and demons, sat right at the heart of enemy territory. It was the place of Noct’s nightmares after days of traversing its winding halls, and he’d been ready to leave it behind him just minutes after stepping foot inside. But so long as there was even a shred of hope that Prompto was to be found inside, Noct would continue looking--despite being alone, despite having no access to any weapon other than the ring that sucked at his strength, despite the MTs and the demons, despite Ardyn’s jeering through the PA, and even despite the fact that he’d been in labor for the last several hours.

Traveling this late into his pregnancy had never been part of the plan. When he’d discovered the cause of his nausea, discomfort and fatigue all those months ago; stared down at the positive pregnancy test with a mounting horror that had nothing to do with the child itself and everything with its timing, the four of them had discussed and planned every week of his pregnancy in a disturbing amount of detail. Most of their plans had been scrapped and reworked along the way, of course, but holing up in a safe place for the last month had been non-negotiable.

At least until Altissa, where Ignis lost his sight and the last safe place they could feasibly hold up in was destroyed, along with Luna and any hope he’d been holding on to that things might be okay again one day.

Then Prompto had fallen off the train and staying still to ride out the last few weeks had no longer been an option at all, safe place to do it in or not, not with Iggy’s eyes and Gladio the only one fit to look for their wayward friend. Noct heard them whisper sometimes in forlorn tones about giving up the search, about it being too dangerous for Noct and the baby, but Noctis would not be swayed. Not with Prompto’s life on the line.

Not even when he lost Gladio and Ignis outside of the Keep. Not even when he felt that first cramp and had to brace himself against the wall and will it to pass, praying to every Astral that it was just a round of Braxton Hicks and not the real deal. Not even when his water broke right there in that hall and he had to hobble his way to a safe room to catch his breath and calm down his heart.

So he was in labor in the middle of enemy territory, alone and with hardly any protection. Things could still be worse, right?

At least, he thought as he squared his shoulders and started down the latest hall he’d found himself in, he was only in the early stages of labor.

But Zegnatus was a maze and even hours later he had not found a single lost friend. What was worse, Ardyn had caught wind of his ailment, proving he was indeed watching him through cameras set into the ceilings. The knowledge that he was alone but for Ardyn of all people was enough to quicken his heart, and the eyes watching him as he leaned against the stark walls and groaned through contractions lit up embarrassment and shame. Ardyn was the last person he wanted watching him like that.

“Another contraction, Noct?” Ardyn’s voice drifted from the PA system, full of sick amusement. He’d been chiming in like that every so often, reminding Noct that as alone as he felt, being truly alone might actually be better. “It seems your time between is growing shorter. I’ve been timing them for you, no need to thank me. At this rate you’ll have your babe before you come close to finding your friends.”

Noct grit his teeth at the jeer, praying to Shiva that Ardyn was bluffing. Ignis had insisted on Noct reading up on unassisted childbirth, just in case, but he’d never actually prepared to give birth alone. The plan had always involved Ignis as doula and, after the incident, Gladio and Prompto had been extensively walked through their birth plan as stand-ins as well.

But to be completely alone? Noct would give anything to avoid that.

His baby, however, didn’t care what Noct wanted. His contractions were still about 8 minutes apart, something Ardyn was keen to remind him about, and that meant that although he was still in early labor it was only a matter of time before he was dilating further. Active labor was right around the corner and every time Noct thought about that, his heart started its panicked thumping anew.

“Not to fear, Noct,” Ardyn spoke up again. The grin was apparent in his tone, “You’re not truly alone.”

An MT chose that moment to lurch from around a bend in the hall, as perfectly timed as always, and Noct was distracted from his body’s plight.

But another few hours later and Noct was most assuredly in active labor. Contractions came 5 minutes apart and were stronger than before. He’d had to pick up a fallen MT’s lance to use as a crutch because walking without support had become impossible. His stomach was too heavy, his contractions too powerful, his knees too weak.

His only saving grace was that the MTs and demons seemed to have thinned out, probably Ardyn’s doing. He could hardly fight them off now, and besides, Ardyn had something new to entertain him now.

“Oh, Noct,” Ardyn tutted as Noct fell to his knees with a cry, hands clamped around his stomach. “Planning to birth your spawn right there on the floor? But it’s so filthy.”

The unseeing red eyes of the MT that had grabbed his leg seemed to pierce right through Noct. He kicked it away in panic and was relieved when it made no further move at him. Another contraction hit and he had to bow his head and bite down on his lip to keep from screaming. That fall had hardly helped--he had no idea how he was supposed to get back to his shaking feet now that he was resting on his knees. Every contraction brought an overwhelming urge to push and his position was only making it worse. But how could he give in to those urges in this place? He would at least need a safe room but every new one he’d passed since active labor began had been locked--undoubtedly Ardyn’s doing. He was clearly deriving sick satisfaction from Noct’s pain.

It took a colossal amount of effort but eventually, between the wall and the lance he’d picked up, Noct managed to pull himself back to his feet.

His stomach, already heavy and full, felt even harder to carry now. The child inside him was clearly restless and ready to come out, it was moving and kicking more than he thought normal for his stage of labor. Every slight movement of his child brought with it a new wave of pain, no doubt as it got into position and was forced through his cervix. Noct had to place a hand under the bulk of his heavy stomach even as he leaned heavily against the wall and his crutch and slowly inched himself forward.

“Oh, Noct,” Ardyn sighed, almost wistful, “How much longer can you possibly go on like this?”

Noct grit his teeth as another contraction tore through him and had to lean himself even more into the wall. Even with his full weight braced against it, he could feel his body sliding. The lance was the only thing keeping him upright as he felt his baby’s head descend even further, opening him up brutally from inside. Not pushing was becoming increasingly difficult, he had to force his legs shut as he rode out the new wave of pain.

“Gods,” he couldn’t help but croak as he pressed his fevered face into the cool wall and rode out the worst of the pain. He wanted Ignis, cool and calm under pressure. He wanted Gladio, the protective ring of his arms. He wanted Prompto, supportive and fiercely loyal. He didn’t want to do this without any of them but he’d give anything to have even one of them with him.

Another contraction hit before he’d even managed to pull himself away from the wall and he had to force himself to stay upright even as the new wave of pain tore a scream from him.

“Ardyn, please,” he couldn’t help but beg through the pain, voice as shaky and weak as the rest of him. He was in too much agony to worry about his pride, “Tell me where they are!”

“Sweet Noct,” Ardyn crooned, “as touching as your desperation is, you know that’s not how this game is played.”

Re: Fill: Noctis - birth denial

[(Anonymous)]

OP here, thank you so much for this fill!! The suspense and descriptions where perfect! On the edge of my seat wondering what could happen next!