So, this was a request, and I’d never really done anything fatal with preg and it was an interesting challenge! Ryou does know magic, though, so if you wanna think he managed to revive himself, go ahead.
Wordcount: 315
Warnings: Mpreg, chest-burster style birth, implied death
Ryou wasn’t sure how this was supposed to work, but was sure that it had somehow gone wrong.
He groaned, hiccuping up more slime- it was practically overflowing now, stuffed so full that it slid up his throat to try and make room for the monster inside. A monster that had stretched him so thin his skin was practically translucent, and peppered bruises across the bone-white surface.
Blue veins crossed his body, and he chugged the energy drink Mariku had brought him. He couldn’t keep down anything solid anymore- it just didn’t fit.
“How much longer?” Mariku asked, worry etched into his face as clearly as the scars on his back, and Ryou curled up, before gasping.
“Right n-now.” He hacked, throat burning, and this time instead of a pale green the slime mixed with bright red.
“Oh fuck, Ryou?” Mariku grabbed him as his eyes rolled back. The tentacles inside thrashed like crazy, and Ryou let out a long sustained groan as they pummeled his poor stomach.
“M-mar…” Ryou tried to gasp out, but his speech was choked off by what must have been a bowl full of goopy slime. He tried to reach up, but his hand fell as he screamed, something pointed slamming up against his skin.
It chewed through the weakened muscles and skin like tissue paper, but Ryou’s twitching body compelled Mariku to grab the nearest weapon- a knife- and hack at it the second a beak thrust out of the body.
He stuck it into the flesh near the beak and twisted. The monster was hideous, all slimy, squirmy limbs with a beak and glowing eyes. It bit at him, but he just sliced through its tentacles, wanting retribution to it for what it had done, and wanting to ignore the digging in his own gut of guilt for letting Ryou sail out alone two weeks ago.
