"I don't feel well…"

"And that is why I think the chocobo should be the national animal of Insomnia," Prompto stated as he walked tall, his fists on his hips in confidence.

Noctis smirked and rolled his eyes playfully at his best friend. being honest, he didn't even pay attention to the whole speech he had put on as they walked casually through the hallways of the Citadel.

His pocket started to vibrate as the familiar tune of his ringtone echoed through the corridor. Slipping it out of his pocket, he answered it without looking at the caller ID (despite being lectured by Ignis the dangers of doing so) and placed it up to his ear.

"Hello?" he asked as he eyed Prompto who was already looking at him with the usual smile on his freckled face.

"Noct," Ignis' stern voice sounded out from the other end.

"Yeah, what's wrong specs?"

The prince stopped walking, Prompto stopping with him.

"You may want to get up here quickly. It's (Y/n)."

Noctis' mind stopped for a split second. Panic settled into his organs.

Was there something wrong with you? Did something happen? Were you hurt?

No, no, he would've sensed it! He would have heard it!

"Wh- What happened to her, specs?" Noctis stumbled and he quickly spun around and started for his bedroom.

"What's going on?" Prompto asked as he followed Noctis.

"Trust me- Gladio!" Ignis' sharp voice clipped as the phone was most likely taken from his hand.

"Noct," Gladio's deep tone rattled through the phone, "you need to get up here now."

The phone call ended, the monotone dial tone buzzed in his ear. Shutting his phone off, Noctis' pace quicked as he was found speeding down the hallways. He was thankful for his heightened reflexes and senses as he was able to dodge around guards and maids and guests and everything.

Prompto, on the other hand, was not so lucky as he bumped into multiple people trying to keep up with Noctis.

The flight of stairs that lead up to his room felt like they were infinite, but as soon as he reached the top he threw open the doors and raced in.

Prompto was behind him a few seconds later, gasping for air as his face had turned red and was soaked in sweat.

The wicked scent of bile smacked Noctis across the face, his nose twitched as his eyes seemed to spark with the usual electric blue that came with his… abilities…

Ignis stood in the room, his hair was slightly messy as he was running his fingers through it constantly. He kept fiddling and fixing his glasses as he was murmuring to himself under his breath.

He could smell you, he could smell you in the bathroom, but you also smelled different. Sweeter, fruitier, just plain divine. He could smell the bile that was being choked up into your throat and spilled from your mouth. He could hear it too, your choking and the sound of bile hitting the water of the toilet. He could also hear Gladio murmuring to you that Noctis would there soon, that you can tell him soon.

"Gladio," Ignis called towards the bathroom door.

The bathroom door creaked open and Gladio poked his head out.

"Give us a minute, she's still hurling," Gladio stated before stepping back in.

"What's wrong with her?"

"You can smell it, can't you? Her scent has changed to you," Ignis questioned as his hands fell to his sides.

"Yeah… what-" Noctis was cut off by hearing you choke up before spitting out something. "Is she alright?"

"She's pregnant," Ignis smiled softly. "You were both able to produce, finally." Noctis' lips curled into a smile, his hands coming up to drag his bangs out of his eyes. "And to answer your question, morning sickness. She'll be alright soon enough."

The vomiting stopped quickly and Gladio had carefully brought you out into the bedroom. Your face was sticky with sweat and foam from toothpaste had clung to the corner of your mouth. He thought you never looked so beautiful in his entire life.

"Here she is," Gladio smiled as he lead you over to the bed.

You grabbed a hold of one of the vertical bars and clung to it, pressing your forehead against the cold wood.

Gladio joined the three in the front of the bedroom where they had started to talk about what this pregnancy meant and how to go about it: If you had already spoken about names, where their room should both when they're young and older, what the nursery should look like, etc.

A sudden surge of pain rattled through you, your body flew forward and gripped onto the first thing you could grab a hold of: The cart that belonged to the maid. It squeaked under your weight and your pressure. You started panting as the pain continued to surge through you in waves. Your hair fell in front of your face, hiding your sweaty face from the men in your room.

"Noctis," he heard you whimper.

His head snapped in your direction, worry lacing his features as his eyebrows scrunched together.

"Yeah, baby?"

You looked up, your hair acting like an opening curtain to reveal your sweaty face to the four men who were all taken back.

"I don't feel well…"

You couldn't stop yourself, it was like something had taken over your body. Your shoulders rolled back, popping as the bone moved around, and your lips curled back to reveal sharpening canines.

A harsh cough spilled from your mouth as you quickly snarled in agony, your eyes burning. You could see it in all of their eyes that yours had flickered to become an electric blue, the same color as Noctis'…

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