A/N: You know, when I started writing this fic I swore that I would never deanon. Mpreg is my only kink that I'm actually ashamed of. However, I have not been able to write anything so much as half-decent recently and (to my ultimate shame) I'm rather fond of this one. So, here we are.

This is set in a sort of fantasy AU. All that you need to know is that in this world humans are all born with inherent magical powers. However, men and women are born with perfectly opposite magics (same powers, just a different base). If exposed to the opposite sex for too long, the person in question will lose his or her powers, which are needed to co-exist with the myriad magical creatures in the world. Therefore, there are two sort of 'sibling' villages a few days' walk apart: an all-male and an all-female one. As most humans are monogamous, the norm in this world is to marry someone of your own gender. Reproduction is usually done with supernatural aid by faeries, as will (obviously) be described in later chapters.

Also, Alfred's mom didn't want to give him up after he was born (several weeks later, they found him and sent him to the men's village), meaning he lost a lot of his magic. Basically, he starts failing whenever there's no-contact magic (he can use his powers on himself, or things he has in his hands, but he couldn't shoot a fireball or something). He spends most of the time he's not doing chores around the house trying to design machines that will make up for his disability.

In Alfred's opinion, they were holding hands and walking through the village. In Arthur's he was desperately trying to keep Alfred from running away without letting the over-excited idiot dislocate his shoulder. At least he had a better reason than usual for being so manic- he'd finally finished his pet project of five months, a pair of spectacles. Of course, such things were barely a rarity- an old man and his son specialized in making them along with other lenses (not that they were cheap, but…) But then Alfred had started tinkering with them by messing around with various spells on various pieces of glass to attempt to make up for his imperfect sight. This morning he'd finally gotten it right, it seemed.

Arthur had been sitting in his study attempting to come up with a way to make a summoning circle safer when he heard a cry of excitement and a loud crash from Alfred's room down the hall. Oh, dammit, he thought, what had he broken this time? Well, he decided that he'd better go and help. With a sigh, he stood and went to the other room.

But then Alfred was just standing there staring at a candle on his desk with the biggest grin on his face. His chair had tipped over, but there didn't seem to be any damage to the surrounding area. That was strange enough by itself, but the way he was staring at that candle…

"What is it?" Arthur asked, taking a step into the room, trying desperately to see what Arthur was seeing.

"I see it," He whispered excitedly, "I see it!"

"See what?" Arthur walked closer and peered down at the candle. There was nothing odd about it at all as far as he could tell.

"Remember how I asked you to light this candle with witchfire earlier today?

Arthur's eyes widened.

"They work, Artie," He turned to his husband, "My glasses really-" He gasped.

Arthur furrowed his brow and stared back. What could he be seeing now?

Alfred let out his held breath and a smile crept across his face, "Oh baby, you're beautiful."

Arthur looked down at himself. The next day was laundry day, so his clothes were covered in all the grime of the past few days. He'd gone swimming yesterday, so he was fairly clean and all, but he hadn't really bathed per-se in a little while. He hadn't bothered to brush his hair either, since he just knew he was on the edge of a breakthrough. He didn't think he looked different from any other day, but he hadn't gone and checked his reflection.

"That green looks so good around you. You're so pretty and glow-y."

Arthur blinked, "You've never seen my aura before?"

"Oh, is that what it is? Man, have I been missing out! I'm so glad I finished these now, then." He smiled without a hint of ulterior motive or even extraneous thoughts. He must have just been living in the moment: enjoying his triumph over his biology right in the face of all magical law.

Arthur couldn't help it. He couldn't even pretend that he had reservations. He just threw his arms around Alfred. He didn't even know why, exactly. He was just compelled to do it. Maybe it was the pride he felt for him. Maybe it was joy by osmosis. Maybe it was the sort of bittersweet feeling that came whenever a taxing situation had ended. It didn't matter really, though, because then Alfred was hugging him back and laughing.

"So long," he said, "It's been so long."

Arthur couldn't be bothered to wonder what Alfred meant, if he even knew. Instead he placed his hand on the base of Alfred's head and guided him forward for a kiss. It was closed-mouthed but still passionate and full of unbridled joy.

"I want to go out," Alfred said breathlessly as he pulled away.

"Okay," Arthur said, not wanting to rob him of his experience of being able to really see for the first time.

Alfred grabbed his hand and dragged him out the door, neither one caring that they didn't have shoes on. And then there they were: Alfred looking in wonderment at every little thing everyone else had taken for granted for so long while Arthur just watched him and tried to keep him from running away. Although, really, he didn't have to worry about that so much anymore, did he? He let go of Alfred's hand and allowed him to go a few steps ahead: letting him move around on his own in the midst of a crowd for quite possibly the first time in his life.

At first Arthur had been trying to share his simple joy, but as he watched Alfred run around to look at all the creatures he'd never seen before he quickly began to contemplate the implications. As far as he knew this was the first time that someone had overcome a loss of their magic. Alfred, or at least his discovery, would be famous and go down in history. How many people were there out there that, like Alfred, had been permanently disabled by their birth-parents clinging to them? Arthur remembered when they were children: on the few occasions that Alfred would be allowed to leave the house he'd always need to be led around by one of his parents or his brother. He probably still would have been if he hadn't snuck out when he was a teenager to try and try to get Arthur to marry him. In fact, Arthur had only really gotten to know him beyond "that lame boy" when he was hired to clean their house (although, as it turned out the job was really more along the lines of "baby-sit Alfred"). No one knew how many people there actually were who were kept hidden because it was too dangerous for them just to leave the house. How many lives did Alfred save just by creating a replacement for the Sight? How many more would he save if more and more of his projects started working?

But even more than that, Alfred had finally overcome one of the barriers to normalcy. One of the issues that had kept Arthur from saying yes earlier was that he knew that he'd have to take care of Alfred forever (up until the day of the wedding his family had never passed up a chance to remind him of that) There were so many little things that Arthur would have to do for him, like start all his fires and heat his baths and he always ended up cleaning the house because it took too long for Alfred to go through with a rag and a sack for all the things just sitting around. Arthur knew all of that would be the case when he'd agreed to marry him and no matter what anyone, including Arthur himself, said he had never regretted it for even a second. A million happy normal couples could walk by with children following them and a million people could gawk at the fact that Arthur had survived with his husband needing to be cared for like a child, and Arthur would just shrug his shoulders and point out how damn attractive the boy was as though that was all the compensation he had or needed.

But this would change everything. Now that Alfred could see what he was doing, he could go out alone and not end up walking into some invisible creature and annoying it or its owner. Arthur could send him out now to run errands or even to make deliveries. For the first time in his life, Alfred had the freedom to leave the house whenever he wanted and to go wherever he wanted. And he'd made those glasses in less than a year. How much more would Alfred be able to compensate for eventually? Even now, just with the spectacles, Alfred's major disability was now just a rather large nuisance, because how often did anyone really use anything else?

The two of them ended up sitting in a clearing on the edge of the woods: the same place they had stolen off to when they were courting. Alfred's natural animal attraction kicked in and soon they were surrounded by creatures. Neither of them bothered to pay attention to the mundane animals nearby, instead noticing all of the fantastic ones. Winged rabbits, pixies, and even a couple of brownies came up to them. Flying Mint Bunny, who by this point was almost Arthur's pet, settled on Arthur's lap, but the others all crowded around Alfred, who was petting or cuddling all of them now that they were visible.

Arthur just watched Alfred, stroking Flying Mint Bunny empty-mindedly. Where would they go next? Well, first of all, he had to take Alfred home and reward that beautiful, brilliant, fantastic boy in their upstairs bedroom. But then what?

Well, there was one thing. Most of his life he'd wanted a baby to call his own. He'd watched all of his friends grow up and take husbands and have whole gaggles of children. He loved playing with them whenever they were around, even though he'd never admit it, but what he had really longed for was one he didn't have to give back in a few hours. That was the biggest thing he'd had to give up for Alfred. However, in the end it was an easy choice. He'd rather be barren with someone he really loved than to have a whole clan with someone he didn't care about. But now…

He wasn't planning on asking right away. He understood that his feelings were clouding his judgement, making him feel too sappy and romantic for his own safety. It just sort of came out later that night. It was hardly his fault. Alfred was too good with his cock and Arthur babbled too much when he was about to come.

"Oh, God," he whimpered.

"I love you," Alfred said, "Love you so much, Artie!"

"Oh! Yeah, just like that."

"So hot-"

"Oh marry me! Fuck it, we're already married aren't we?" he moaned, "Let's do it again."

Alfred laughed, "You're so cute."

Laughing during sex, the gall of that boy. But he didn't care because then he wrapped those thick, strong fingers around Arthur's cock and started pumping it, "Ah! Oh fuck, you're gonna make me come."

"You started it," he shuddered, "I'm not gonna last long."

"Don't! Come in me," He was loosing it, "I want you to come in me." Oh, shit, he was coming, he knew it was spurting all over Alfred's hand and his own stomach but he just couldn't shut up, "Come in me and make me pregnant and god, I''mnotgoingtocarebecauseit'sgoingtobeyourbabyandmmph-"

He shut up then because Alfred leaned down and kissed him. Arthur held him close and swallowed every fantastic noise that Alfred made as he came, giving Arthur that squishy warm feeling that he enjoyed in spite of himself. It wasn't until Alfred pulled out and they were lying there side by side that Arthur realized what he had said. He stiffened for a moment but then shook it off. He could pretend it never happened and hope that Alfred just hadn't-

"Arthur," Alfred asked with a bit of panic in his voice, "did I actually just get you pregnant?"

-understood. Shit.

"No," Arthur sighed. He couldn't get out of this one, "We have to go and see the faeries and there's a whole ritual involved before a man can bear a child. If we ever decide to have a child."

"Oh good," Alfred said, laying back down, "Cause I wanted it to be special. Not- not that this wasn't special, but, well, you know what I mean." There was an awkward silence until Alfred timidly said, "Um, you did actually mean that, right?"

Arthur's breath caught in his throat and he made a little choking sound.

"This came up 'cause I have the glasses now, right?" He fiddled with them, and they were digging into his face in a way that didn't look to comfortable.

Hell, it sounded so superficial when he put it that way. Arthur coughed and blushed. "Well, yes, but it's more than that. It's because I feel like we'll be able to handle one now. Together."

Alfred smiled, "You're such a sap, Artie."

Arthur blushed, "Oh, shut it!"

"Nah, I love it," He rubbed his nose against Arthur's. His smile faded, "A baby, though. I donno."

"You can spend time thinking about it, I don't mind if-"

"I like the idea, I think" Arthur blinked, not expecting to be cut off, especially with that as an answer, "But did you mean that part about you having it too?"

Arthur blushed, "Well, I, uh, I," he sighed, "Yeah."

Alfred let out a sigh of relief, "Thank God, I thought you were gonna make me since I'm bigger and stuff."

"Hey! You're only an inch taller than me!"

"Yeah," he rolled so that he was above Arthur on all fours, "But I'm a lot broader."

"That's true, I guess" Arthur said because even he couldn't deny it with Alfred on top of him, looking so big and so powerful and so sexy, "But you probably should know that… that I've wanted to do this for a long time."

"Oh really?" Alfred shifted his weight onto one hand and caressed Arthur's lower belly, "for how long?"

He placed his hand over Alfred's and looked down, "Almost a decade. I've always known I wanted kids, but it took until I was fourteen to know that I wanted…" He trailed off and looked away.

"I hope you'll get over this awkwardness thing by the time you get a bump. You're gonna look so sexy."

"Alfred!"

"It's true," He flopped back over, "I want this too, Artie… Arthur." He grinned, "Mommy."

He leaned forward to press their lips together and finally removed his glasses and set them on the bedside table. Arthur huffed a little and turned around so that Alfred could hold him close. He let himself smile a little bit as they got into position. Alfred was so warm and solid against his back and in Arthur's opinion they fit together flawlessly. They threaded their fingers together and placed them protectively over Arthur's stomach as though there was already a baby inside.