#vampire preg

[foxphantom]

Getting pregnant and waiting until I'm 9 months to get turned into a vampire so I stay perma preg forever

[daddybellies]

Pregtober day 3 - funny feelings

Gus struggling through some Braxton Hicks contractions

[teleeportedbread2233]

ITS SLUTTY VAMPIRE SATURDAY!!!!

to share a fun freaky vampire fact, vampires can get pregnant while pregnant, it will result in their pregnancy being extended to give the new babies time to grow, their is no limit onto how far into pregnancy they can be when this happens, it could be week 1 or year 5.

[wannabepapa]

do you like horror?

it depends. i have gotten bored during horror movies but i have found some shows to be interesting. if it doesn't get me immediately then i just stop watching

in the aspect of pregnancy related things i would rather keep to the domestic side of things a large chunk of the time. there are certain moments where i do enjoy the horror that pregnancy can bring. more of the horror related pregnancy in supernatural/magical pregnancies.

the rapid growth coming from a one night stand with an alien where you wake up the next night looking six months pregnant. skin stretched far too thin in a short amount of time so it's painfully sore and covered in angry red stretchmarks

demonic rituals where you're the sacrifice to a powerful being that needs to be borne into the new world. the panic and fear of your womb being covered in special runes that glow blindingly as the magic of the spell triggers it to fill demonic seed in your womb as you become an incubator of sinful spawn for the next nine months

a human getting impregnated by a vampire and becoming violently ill as the baby sucks them dry. the only way they can even think about surviving is drinking blood even though there is the potential they won't survive the birth without being turned into a vampire

things like that where it can be scary but it only comes out good in the end. i do not like things with de*ath, bursting, or very extreme body horror where people get horribly disfigured.

[daddybellies]

Gus: “I made dis!!”

Baby: *is mob boss*

[daddybellies]

Pregtober day 4 - changes

Ch-ch-ch-changes! Narcís gets more confident and outgoing as he heals

[daddybellies]

Skipping forward to day 12 - Emerald

I just wanted to use this green ink!

[daddybellies]

Narcís hurt/comfort with Gus, Kris, and Marcus!

I’m putting it under a read more - it does involve references to miscarriage and stillbirth, but ya boy is ok.

He’s dreaming again. They’re on the run, and he’s so tired. So hungry. His belly is a hard knot, aching, something like a coal sinking into his pelvis. His feet burn as he tries to keep running, dead limbs leaden. His pater turns to look at him, lip curled as he snarls.

He can’t keep going, and falls to his knees as the burning pain crests.

He wails as he holds the tiny body to him, cold and quiet. It was pure hubris to think he could bear living young.

He wakes up sobbing. Marcus tries to console him, unable to before the sun sets. Gus sees the text as soon as he wakes and rushes to the next room.

Narcís is still crying, holding on to Marcus like a rock in a stormy sea.

“What’s wrong, honey?”

Narcís manages to explain the dream he had, so real, and the painful stillbirth. Gus looks like his heart might break. He joins Marcus on the bed, cuddling Narcís between them. Marcus’ shirt is soaked with bloody tears. Narcís cries out as his baby kicks, surprised and relieved. He wheezes as he cries, his system inflamed and irritated by the onslaught. He snuffles into Marcus as he calms down, his adoptive parents rubbing his stomach and back.

He staggers downstairs for a late breakfast, Gus and Marcus fussing over him. They put him on the couch with one of the enormous squishmallows, letting him hug it and use it as a bolster pillow. He still looks fragile and teary, hiccuping every so often.

They put a movie on and sit with him, Gus playing with his hair and Marcus massaging his feet and ankles. Narcís can hardly believe his luck. He half-dozes off, holding the squishmallow to him.

“Do you think we should call Dr. Rubardt?” He hears Marcus murmur through the haze of not-quite-sleep.

“I think I will before dawn, just to keep him updated,” Gus whispers. He doesn’t stop petting Narcís’s hair. “Hopefully it’s nothing.”

Narcís tries to not let on that he’s awake, but grunts slightly as Peanut surprises him with a kick to the side. Marcus chuckles and puts his hand on Narcís’s stomach over the protrusion.

“Looks like she’s okay,” he whispers, rubbing his thumb fondly over the foot or elbow within. Gus puts his hand over his husband’s. Narcís falls back asleep with the warmth of their hands on his belly, reassuring and comforting.

He wakes later with a start, face coming off the squishmallow and leaving a string of bloody drool. “Where-” he says instinctively, blurrily, still sleepy.

“Hey, you’re good! You’re still at home,” he hears. It’s Kristofer.

Narcís struggles to sit up, tweaking his back slightly as he attempts to lever himself up from the couch like he would in the past. Kris is there, and he lets the Nosferatu sit him upright. He looks around the room, trying to get his bearings. It’s still the drawing-room of the Clary house. Something is on the TV. He rubs his hand over his stomach, feeling for Peanut. “Um, what time is it?”

“It’s just after 4,” Kris explains. “Do you want anything to eat? I brought home extra from Duke’s.” He opens the takeaway box, showing the blood pudding within. Narcís could cry.

“Oh, yes, please,” he says, realizing how hungry he is. He falls on the leftovers, shoveling it into his mouth with the plastic fork. “It’s so good. Was Curtiss working?” He asks with a mouth full of the enriched blood.

“Yeah, he said to give you this for you and Peanut,” Kris laughs. “He said the team misses you but they understand, you can’t be on your feet like that.”

He hums with pleasure, happy that his friends remember him, soothed by the food.

“Dad said you had a bad dream. How are you feeling?” Kris asks softly.

“Much better,” Narcís says. His fork scrapes around the takeout container, chasing all the crumbs. “It just felt so real.” He shudders slightly in instinctive unease.

“I’m sorry,” Kris says earnestly. “I hope you don’t have any dreams today.”

“I think I’ll be ok.” He smiles finally, a shy one that shows his crooked fangs.