Since I bought the Tales Of Vesperia Definitive Edition, I've had this idea for a while, so happy reading and a massive thanks to my amazing beta SkylynnShimmertail!

Disclaimer- I do not own Tales Of Vesperia but I do own the OC.

Warnings: Implied Mpreg

A long time ago, Flynn learned that it was almost always the normal days that ended up changing your life. It wasn't the ones with fire on the horizons, the ones with twisters and cyclones in the background or the ones with the most gorgeous sunsets you could ever imagine. It was the ones with normal, blue skies, fluffy white clouds and not a spec of distinctiveness that got you.

The sky was perfectly clear the day he was told that Finath Scifo had died. The wind blew as it always did, the day he met Yuri. The day Yuri told him he had to leave, that he wouldn't be allowed to stay, that he was…

That day didn't catch him by surprise, and that was exactly why it did.

So, Flynn wasn't feeling too antsy as he walked through the cloudburst. Having to return Lambert to Commander Fedrock had been a tedious journey, though he was thankful to have the dog with them while the Commander left due to reports of violent monsters. On his way back, the clouds turned about 6 shades darker and seemed determined to dump the entire ocean down on his head.

He settled his mount at the stables and ran home. The wind seemed to get even more violent as he made his way to the Comet Tavern and Inn. He climbed the stairs, shielding his face against the bullets of rain and entered the apartment he shared with Yuri.

The darkened room told him that Yuri had gone to sleep, not that he could do much else. Yuri's conditioned had worsened in the last few weeks, so he had been advised, or sentenced depending on who you asked, to staying in bed and being as inactive as possible.

Flynn was certain he would enter and find Yuri sitting at the table, asking "So, how was everyone's favorite up and coming knight this fine day?" and then he'd probably complain about his being unable to do anything and, despite Flynn's insisting that he shouldn't, get up and offer to help Flynn remove his armor.

But no, the apartment was perfectly quiet and the door to the bedroom was cracked open, as Yuri wanted to at least be aware of when Flynn returned.

Flynn entered the bedroom and saw Yuri laying on his back in the double bed they shared looking towards the fog covered scenery with blankets piled across his body. His figure was silhouetted against the window, seeming to tremble as the shadows of rain on glass slid down the panes.

Flynn put his knee on the bed and leaned over to look Yuri in the face. Yuri's face was tight with pain and it looked like he was sweating, despite the shiver that Flynn was now able to see.

"Yuri, are you okay?"

Yuri flinched; Yuri Lowell flinched from him…this was a definite sign that something was wrong. Flynn didn't even have a chance to panic.

Yuri's eyes snapped open and as they rolled towards him, the hand that Yuri wasn't resting his weight on, the one that wasn't clenching the sheet so tight that the knuckles were turning red, shot towards him and grabbed him by the front of the shirt.

Yuri hauled him close; pushed himself up on one hand and through gritting teeth in a voice husky with pain, he whispered, "Get help, before I kill you with my bare hands."

Yuri let go, lay back onto the bed, and resumed his heavy breathing; one hand on his newly exposed, distended stomach and the sheets over his legs turning dark with moisture.

Flynn had just enough time to swear, before he was out the door and running down the street.

When he was about three quarters of the way to his destination, there may have had a second where he thought about the fact that he was wearing little more than an undershirt and a thin pair of pants in a torrential downpour that, if his ears were correct, would rapidly turn into a full blown thunderstorm.

But when a younger-looking man opened the door and asked why he was running up to his porch as if he had a monster chasing after him, he quickly discarded that thought.

In the freezing cold rain, in clothes that were in no way suited for this weather, he looked him in the face and felt himself yell-

"Yuri is having the baby!"


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"My fucking hero…" Yuri had looked up and Flynn was gone.

Any attempt to get up was halted by a horrible pain shooting through his body. He was helpless, alone and quickly would need assistance.

Yuri tried to breath, tried to keep oxygen flowing through his body, but the pain kicked the breath right out of him.

Yuri grunted as another contraction cause his body to tighten up and he instinctively began to open his legs. The pain was making it difficult to think and the oncoming storm created tension in the air. The sound of the rain seemed to bounce off of his skull, pings and thrums on his scalp and jaw that only served to heighten his awareness of the growing pain.

As Yuri shifted in an attempt to get more comfortable, he felt himself sitting in a growing mess in the bed.

"There is no way I'm cleaning- ah!" A wince bit off his complaint.

"fff-Flynn!" He shouted. "Guh!" He swallowed the saliva in his mouth as, yet another contraction went off and shot huffs of air through his nose.

He didn't know how long he was waiting, but eventually he heard heavy stomping steps coming towards the door and along with the frame nearly being torn off, he could hear Flynn's voice through the excruciating haze.

"Yuri! Yuri, I'm here, I brought him!" Flynn ran back into the room, blonde hair dark and drenched, and was quickly kneeling next to the bed and holding Yuri's hand tightly.

"Okay," the man peeled back the covers, looking down with split colored eyes, one dark blue and the other mint. "you are almost fully dilated, my friend. The kid is ready to go!" He gave Yuri a grin.

"…joy." Yuri glared at him. "You wouldn't happen to have anything on you to take away this feeling of my insides being shredded, would you Asa?"

The Doctor, Asa shook his head as he reached for a bag. "Sorry bud, you're a special case and I don't know if anything I have would work right. Plus, all those things are with Cross and he unfortunately has the day off today."

Flynn was doing his best to drag away the soiled bed sheets. "So, he just has to bear through the pain?"

"I know and I'm sorry, but nothing is really made for this and- "Asa was forced to drop his train of thought when Yuri was hit by another strong contraction, nearly pushing a scream out of his mouth.

"Okay! Okay, you both can get mad at me later; for now, Flynn hand me my bag?" Asa moved the blankets up to Yuri's waist and when Flynn did as asked, held his hand out without turning around.

Asa pulled out a scanner and held it over Yuri extended stomach. The many stretch marks crawling over his abdomen had been very noticeable for the past few weeks, but now you couldn't ignore them for all the gald in the world. Yuri's pale skin highlighted the red creases and while Yuri constantly assured Flynn that though they burned, they never hurt; they still looked like they should ache.

Asa looked at the scanner as text darted across the screen at a near unreadable speed. Flynn walked to the head of the bed and when Yuri once again held his shoulders up on his elbows, Flynn grabbed his upper arm and as gently as he could, help Yuri slide up so he could slide some pillows under his back.

"Phew, you okay?" Yuri was still hurting, but he felt like he could handle it a bit better now that his head was up. Flynn on the other hand, looked no better than Yuri; clothes dripping wet and hair dark with moisture. "…Flynn…" Yuri ground out as another contraction hit.

Flynn actually squeaked, "Yeah?" Whatever happened that day, Yuri would never forget that.

"Calm down, it'll be alright." The progressively tightening grip on Flynn's hand implied otherwise.

"Of, uh… of course it will." Flynn let out in a trembled response. Months of mental and emotional preparation were progressively being tossed out the window as the sheer reality of the situation hit Flynn in the face.

"We're gonna have…we're gonna…" Yuri was gonna remember this moment forever.

"…uh…" The two were reminded that they weren't alone when Asa stood up from Yuri stomach and turned his back towards them. He snapped the handheld device shut.

"…dammit". His brow pinched for a moment as he turned.

"Is something wrong?" Flynn let go of Yuri's hand and stood up.

Asa appeared to not hear him as he picked up two dirty, stained towels from the pile Flynn had left in the corner. "You two rent this room?" He got down on the floor and looked directly under the bed. "What in the tavern is directly below us?"

"The tables, I guess?" Yuri responded as he raised an eyebrow at the question.

"Uh…you are probably gonna owe everyone some new tables come tomorrow." Asa put one towel under the bed.

"Why?"

Asa rolled up his sleeves. "Because this is going to be messy."

Any words, insults or remarks that Yuri was about to say were punched in the face and reduce to screams as the sharpest, most intense pain that Yuri had ever felt struck him in a very vulnerable place.

"Yuri!" Flynn, despite his attempts to remain calm, could not hide the terror on his face as Yuri's hand shot out to grab his. "Yuri, you're gonna be okay."

Yuri couldn't answer; bladed strikes that stung like ice cut through his thighs, back and stomach. A fresh, wet gush of something thicker than water added to the plash on the bed, a surprising amount that Yuri faintly wondered for a moment if he should be concerned. That concern was pushed away as that same pain all too quickly ran through his body again.

"Okay, Flynn I need you to try and keep him calm for this." Asa put one knee right in the filth and fluids on the bed, no sign of disgust or revulsion on his face, and put his hands where they needed to be. He peeked up from between Yuri's legs. "Yuri, I know this is far from relaxing, but try to relax." He emphasized the last word and smiled cheekily before ducking back down.

"FUCK! YOU!" Yuri shouted as the lightning briefly lit up his grey eyes. "UGH!"

"Yuri," Flynn was virtually losing control of his emotions as his best friend developed an inhuman amount of strength and dedicated every single piece of it to crushing Flynn's hand. "It's gonna be alright. It'll be over soon."

Flynn's smile had little effect. "Flynn, you know I'm gonna kill you when this is over right?"

"Yes"

"I am so going to kill you!"

"I know" Flynn tried to reposition his hand, only for Yuri's strength to increase again. Flynn grunted, "trust me, I know."

Asa, far away from Yuri's wrath, certainly had his hands full. Yuri had no idea what exactly his doctor was doing, but he sure as hell could feel it. What he hoped were Asa's hands were holding him open and Yuri could feel a weight in his abdomen moving towards his opening.

"You're doing great kid, just keep breathing." Asa looked up again at him and tried to be reassuring, but he repeated glances back down betrayed a bit of fear.

The storm outside seemed to grow more violent, as if throwing a tantrum that it had been forgotten. The wind seemed to be screaming as it rushed past the windows, the rain pounded on the roof and the thunder overhead rumbled, but never boomed, as if it was waiting.

Flynn leaned as far as he could towards Asa as he continued to squeeze the hand in his. "What can I do to help him?" Yuri was struggling to keep it together and Flynn could see it. The tendons in his neck tightened and released and when his eyes weren't clenched shut, Flynn could see that his pupils were large and shiny.

"Count his breathes, I'm a little busy." Asa hissed as he gave up on his attempts to keep the two calm.

Flynn looked down at Yuri, swallowed and slid his arm under Yuri's shoulders. Yuri didn't respond to his action, keeping his expression tight and his breaths short; but he did respond to the small kiss.

Flynn gently rested his lips on Yuri's forehead and after, he leaned his head against his. He whispered, "Just keep breathing, it'll be okay." Yuri took deep breathes through his nose; he pulled their shared hands to his heart and focused all of his attention on that until the pain, while still as intense, becoming a secondary throbbing.

"Alright," Asa was out of breath, as if he had been holding it for some time. "I need you to get ready, because this is the big push, okay? On the count of three."

They nodded.

"One "

The building sound of a bubbling vibration resounded outside.

"Two"

Flynn and Yuri tensed up together as Flynn leaned close to his ear. "Scream if you have to, I'll be more scared if you don't."

"Three!"

A brilliant flash of light almost blinded them from outside; an awesome crash shook the building and the near deafening explosion of thunder reverberated as Yuri screamed his throat raw.

For a minute, there was no sound but that of the rain or Yuri's panting; the thunder apparently deciding it was done.

Then, a shrill cry, followed by the more subdued tone of Asa frantically grabbing a new, cleaner towel.

His experienced hand grabbed hold of scissors from his bag, "Do…" Asa looked awestruck at the bundle in his arms. "…do you want to…?" He asked Flynn.

A small "go" from Yuri's direction encouraged Flynn to block out the world as he walked towards Asa. After Asa made the tie, Flynn snipped the cord and was given the small individual to hold.

No longer crying, Flynn saw a small face peeking out of the blankets in his arms. A little dark grey eye squinted out him as the babe whined and Flynn felt himself begin to cry.

"Go and show him."

Flynn started at Asa's voice and looked at his blurry image.

"I need to make sure things are good on this end, not very glamorous, but it needs to be done." Asa smiled as he cleaned up the bloody mess on the bed.

"Besides, someone else is waiting."

Flynn gasped. "Yuri!" All the adrenaline needed to go somewhere, so Flynn quickly kneeled back down and held the baby out to its mother. "Yuri, you did it!"

Yuri was so tired. He was pale and sweaty and sore, everything looked so foggy.

But the sound of Flynn next to him, the sound of cooing near his head had him turning to the side to see. The world was getting blurry and Yuri felt like his head was floating with the blastias, but he could see. Flynn uncovered the baby's torso slightly and when his arm poked out and his fist was right there, Yuri used all his strength to give the baby his finger.

"Huh…how's…he looking?" Yuri whispered.

"He's beautiful Yuri. They might change later, but his eyes look like yours." Flynn didn't know who to look at. That had been the most terrifying ordeal he'd ever seen. When the lightning had flashed, Flynn had shut his eyes on instinct. The first thing he saw was Yuri's pain-ridden, screaming face. He had shut them again after that and wondered what he'd see when he opened again. He was so happy that he had seen a baby instead of Yuri still in pain though.

Yuri gazed at the baby, a smile forming on his shiny, tired face. Everything was getting so smoky…but he could still see their child…

"Yuri…are you okay?"

His eyelids weighed a ton, but he was fine. The little thing that he had been waiting for, the one he had suffered through the late nights, the bloating, the sickness, the names and just everything…it was here.

And it was beautiful…

"Bud?"

Yuri couldn't be happier.

"Shit!" Asa was freaking out again, Flynn could handle it. Yuri had been putting up with him for seven months.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Was he wetting himself? His bladder had taken a beating this whole time; did all moms deal with this?

"What's wrong?!" Flynn got up and left, taking the little hand with him. Yuri wanted to call him back, but suddenly his hand was too heavy to move. Flynn turned away from him and stared at the doctor, who was frantically pulling away the once clean blankets he had been kind enough to cover Yuri's weary body with.

"The bleeding- "

Yuri wasn't listening anymore. Flynn could lecture him later. Yuri would also have to remember to ask him where his legs had gone; he could feel them anymore.

"Yuri! Stay awake!"

"…fuck you Flynn…" Things got blurrier and blurrier until it all got black. He attempted to wake backup when he heard crying, but by then he was too far gone.