If you want a story that touches on this, @hamliet‘s “The (Mis)Adventures of Goat” is a good one. =)
TW for dysphoria.
“I’m – I’m pregnant!” Mutsuki clamps his hands over his eyes, as if that will block the reality that stares back at him from the doctor’s notes.
“Huh?” Urie knows Mucchy was sick, but – nah, he misheard.
“I can’t escape it. Being a woman.” Mutsuki stares into space.
“Wait.” Urie stands, but he hesitates. “You’re really -”
“Kuki, help me,” Mutsuki begs as he begins to shake.
Urie’s eyes fill with tears. He strides across the room to take Mutsuki in his arms. “It’s okay, Tooru. You’re okay.”
“I can’t escape – everyone’s going to insist I’m a woman again,” Mutsuki says, wiping his eyes. He’s going to have boobs. A baby is going to grow in his womb. And come out his vagina.
He’s disgusting. Disgustingly feminine.
“No. I mean, well, some idiots might, but no one who knows you will. You’re my husband, Tooru. Husband.” Urie loves that word. It fills him with pride every time it rolls off his tongue.
“I’m scared, Kuki.” Mutsuki whimpers.
“Me too.” Urie swallows. It hurts to ask, because he’s always wanted a family, but he’s recently presumed adoption anyways. “Do you…want this?”
Mutsuki stares up at him.
“I know Kimi would help us,” Urie says. It’s his fault. His fucking fault, tackling Mutsuki and not stopping for a condom that one time – because they were both so into it – It’s his fault. His mess. He’s hurting his lover. “If you wanted to stop this.”
Mutsuki pauses. He doesn’t want to carry a baby.
But…it’s Kuki’s baby.
And he loves Kuki. And somewhere, he thinks he could wants his baby.
“I don’t think so,” he says slowly. “I just…can you start therapy with me?”
Urie beams with pride that Mutsuki is so proactive. “Yes. Anything for you, my man.”
They kiss.
Mercy and Magic 