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FILL: Vortex (Ignis/Aranea, accidental pregnancy) (5/6)

[(Anonymous)]

It took a fair amount of time, but eventually Ignis did recover some of the use of the one eye. It was blurry and a bit unreliable. His vision was blurred around the edges, in such a way that glasses would never be able to correct. He could see decently enough up close though, and the most fucking relieving, satisfying feeling in the world was opening a book and making out the words once more.

It was enough. It would do. Though, surprisingly, he’d found that he had adjusted to the loss of vision, more than he’d expected he would.

They’d chased Ardyn to the end of the world, and then all the way back to Insomnia, after Noctis had earned the blessings of the astrals. They’d won, but Ardyn faded away, with the promise that he’d return, that Noct hadn’t been the chosen king after all, that it was all a lie. Ignis couldn’t help but feel relief, because that title had meant something heavy, a burden he’d hoped desperately that his charge, his king, and his dear friend, wouldn’t have to carry. It was incredibly selfish, hinted that some day, when they were long gone from the earth, the challenge would rise again, and some other group of friends, a future king and his companions, would have to walk their path.

Ignis instead focused on the little things, because they had fulfilled their duties. He allowed himself some moments of rest, some respite from the stresses of newfound responsibilities. Noctis was King now, and he was slowly growing into a decent one: reliable, strong, kind, everything that Ignis had hoped he would be. He had some way to go still, of course, but he was well on the way. Slowly, Ignis and Gladio had realized that they’d done a damn good job. Even as Noctis began relying on them a little less, relied a little more on Luna, and a lot more still on Prompto. The three of them had come to an arrangement of sorts, it seemed, and Ignis didn’t quite understand it, but he was extremely happy for them. And though life was hectic, stressful, insanely so—they had an entire city of ruin and rubble to rebuild—they were making progress.

At the moment, Ignis was relieving the newfound stresses by letting Aranea Highwind fuck him with a ridiculous, oversized strap-on in his private quarters in the heart of Insomnia.

The citadel had remained largely intact after the attacks, as had most of the surrounding buildings. Luckily enough for him, Aranea Highwind had become a near-constant in their lives. She had willingly joined Noct’s cause, as much as was in her nature. Ultimately, Aranea served one person: herself. Her values aligned with theirs enough that it didn’t matter, and she was around more often than not, helping them in whatever way she could.

Ignis was grateful, because it meant they could be seen together without rousing suspicion. He valued their time, more and more—and valued keeping quiet about it just as much.

He didn’t bother to keep quiet this time, though. They didn’t do it this way often enough. He was on his knees, ass in the air, face pressed in the pillow. She’d tied his fucking hands together, hard enough that the restraints cut into his wrists and restricted his circulation in an awkward, tingling sensation. Ignis loved it, of course.

“You’ve needed this, slut,” Aranea’s voice was a low growl as she leaned over him, one hand tangled in his hair and pressing his face to the mattress. Ignis gave her the satisfaction of a muffled gasp against the bedspread, and he managed to shift his legs apart a little more, drawing her deeper. He had needed it.

Aranea’s breasts bounced against his back, nipples erect, she was pressed so close. She’d learned how to fuck him properly, the toy curved to hit his prostate, slippery with a generous amount of lubricant, and she’d damn near gone in raw, unprepared. It hurt like hell, but it was so fucking good when she angled just right, when everything else faded and there was just that intense explosion of pleasure. He was spread far too wide, and she was rough, pulling out until just the thick, rounded head of the toy stretched him open, then slammed back in until she bottomed out, her pelvis flush against Ignis’s ass.

Aranea enjoyed it too, more than just from the power rush it gave her to be on top, to spread him open just as he spread her open, when she allowed it. The toy rubbed against her clit as she thrust, and Ignis could hear her gasps at the rough friction. He needed to get her one of those proper double-ended ones, so she could fuck herself while she destroyed him. Ignis made a mental note to remember that later—because currently, he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, his cock hard and heavy, dripping on the blankets, utterly ruining the bed, his ass spread open and wide.

Ignis came with an absolutely undignified, uncharacteristic yelp. She hadn’t even needed to touch his cock, but he was gone, releasing over his belly and dripping down onto the bed. Aranea wrenched free, tossed the toy aside, rolled onto the bed next to him, and tugged Ignis’s face between her legs. He dove into her wet folds eagerly, sucked at her swollen clit until she came as well, hands tangled in his hair and holding him close through her orgasm, through rolling hips and trembling, booted thighs that wrapped around his neck, squeezing tight and threatening to fucking snap his spine in two.

“I did need that,” Ignis said quietly when she released him, when they both were coming down from the rush of sex and endorphins. She untied his hands, and Ignis flexed his fingers to get the circulation flowing. She handed him the book that he’d left out by his bed, quietly, the unspoken tradition that had become their routine, and Ignis was starting to suspect the aftercare was important to her, too, perhaps just as much as it was for him.

It was a terribly dull book, honestly, a lot of drabbling on about engineering, architectural integrity, and so on. Even by Ignis’s standards, it was boring to all hell. He was reading it merely because the act of rebuilding a city was such an arduous process, with so many people involved, and Ignis was the one who was expected to know everything, to oversee it all, to hire laborers and contractors and understand what needed to be done. And as such, his idle reading time was replaced with poring over tedious books about the subjects he needed to understand better. Ignis couldn’t read as fast as he used to. His one eye still wasn’t the best, and it was straining if he stared at the pages too long, or tried to read as fast as his brain was used to. His good eye just couldn’t keep up. But he managed.

Aranea tolerated it for a while, until they’d both stopped trembling, until their breathing calmed.

“I’ve been meaning to mention something,” she said idly, reaching to take the book from his hands and place it aside. She set it down open, spine-up, bending in such a way that Ignis reached over her to correct it; he couldn’t bear to see a book treated such a way. Aranea watched him with amusement, and she laughed, soft and still dark with lust, but relaxed and open, in such a way that Ignis felt like they were sharing an intimate moment.

Still, he was curious. Aranea rarely discussed anything serious, any real business, when they were together like this. “What’s on your mind?” Ignis tipped his head, settled down on the bed again on his side, next to her sprawled body.

Aranea said nothing. She fixed him with a cool, leveled look though, and pointedly reached for Ignis’s hand. He frowned as their fingers laced together—it was a near intimate gesture, so unlike what they normally did. Ignis didn’t know what to make of it. His mind, logical and intelligent as it was, seemed to get muddled when that maddening woman was involved.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting shy on me now,” Aranea laughed, noticing the hesitation. She dragged Ignis’s hand, placed it over her lower belly, just above her pelvis. She’d always carried that tiny bit of extra weight there, a soft curve over rock-hard abs.

Ignis frowned, but he ran his fingers idly over her stomach, felt the hard, firm curve there. She had put on a bit of weight; he wondered, just for the briefest moment, if Aranea was getting self conscious on him. There was absolutely no way, though. Of all the people to need reassurance, to need some sort of reminder that she was the most fucking gorgeous woman on the planet, Aranea Highwind was last on that list.

“I don’t—“ Ignis started to say, but Aranea squeezed his fingers, her grip tight, harsh, just a little bit painful, and he shut up abruptly.

“Almost four months ago,” Aranea tipped her head, smiled vaguely. “After I returned from my last trip to Gralea.The condom broke. I told you not to worry about it, I’d take care of it,” she laughed quietly, her eyes burning bright and silver even through Ignis’s blurred vision. “I decided I’d let fate decide,” her gaze was fierce, her expression even fiercer. “Fate decided.”

For the third time in his life—indeed, the most remarkable one of all--Ignis was absolutely, completely, utterly rendered speechless. He opened his mouth, gaped at her, could do nothing but stare, his fingers working nervous circles over the small curve of her belly.

“You—“ Ignis said suddenly, well aware that the silence was creeping between them. He shut his mouth. Thought about it. Opened his mouth again. “I trusted you would ensure this didn’t happen,” and the words came out harsh, far worse than he’d intended them to sound. Aranea’s eyes flashed, she opened her mouth to speak, but Ignis cut her off. “Apologies,” he took a deep breath, and found his fingers curling possessively, touching the small spark of life that was apparently in there. “I merely assumed you had other priorities,” and those words weren’t much better. Ignis was flustered, confused, his heart was pounding in his chest and there was a sudden stress migraine coming on. Everything he did in life was planned, precise and methodically. Everything except Aranea Highwind. She was passion, she was chaos, and she was fucking pregnant with his child.

“I’m not getting any younger,” Aranea pointed out, and she laughed again at his reaction, but it was a soft sound. She ran a perfectly manicured, sharply-nailed finger over Ignis’s hand, and he shivered at the touch. “I won’t hold you to any obligations,” she added, and there was a certain pointedness to the words. “I’ve been perfectly fine on my own for my whole life. I can handle this.”

“I know,” Ignis said quietly, and he did know. He could walk away from this, could turn and never look back, and she’d be discreet. She’d keep his secret, she’d raise her child on her own, balance it perfectly with her life as a mercenary, the life where she worked alongside King Noctis solely because she agreed with what he believed in. And she’d be fucking fantastic while she did it, ferocious, the envy and desire of all.

“You won’t leave though,” Aranea continued, and her voice was soft, and just for a moment, she dropped her guard—let her eyes burn into Ignis’s, still just as fierce, but with warmth, too.

“I do have a lot of parenting experience,” Ignis responded, “I’ve raised a king and his consort, after all.” And really, Noctis had a long way to go—Prompto even longer, still—but he’d done a good job.

“You will not be spoiling my child,” Aranea’s voice was firm, fierce, but she was smiling, and Ignis took that as an admission that she’d wanted that answer out of him. And really, she wouldn’t have told him if she didn’t want him to stay. She wouldn’t have spoken a word of it, and when she’d started to really show, when he would’ve been forced to bring it up, she would have stayed quiet, vague, wouldn’t have broached the subject at all.

“A question, if I might,” Ignis was feeling bold. They’d never felt the need to talk about what they had. It was something that merely existed, first out of convenience, then out of familiarity. This was a new development though, something pressing, and something that Ignis couldn’t ignore. “What does this make us?”

“What we’ve always been,” Aranea responded with a laugh, and she leaned down, pressed a rough kiss to Ignis’s lips, more teeth and tongue than gentle affection, but that was just pure Aranea. And really, hadn’t it been this way for a while now?

FILL: Vortex (Ignis/Aranea, accidental pregnancy) (6/6 YAY!!!!)

[(Anonymous)]

When the news came out, Gladio outright burst out laughing.

“No fuckin’ way, Iggy,” he choked out, and then dissolved into another fit of laughter. “You ‘n Highwind? Really?”

“Really,” Ignis kept his voice steady, unreadable, masked. As calm and coherent outwardly as he wished he was, inwardly. There’d been no point in dancing around the subject, in hiding it. Aranea was beginning to show, and it didn’t keep her from wearing that skimpy, ridiculous armor she enjoyed strutting around in. Word had spread fast, and Ignis’s idea of damage control was to simply own it. So, before the rumours of the father's identity started spreading, he outright admitted it, acknowledged it. And really, all things considered, his friends took the news better than expected.

“Fuckin hell, I always assumed I’d be the one to accidentally knock someone up first,” Gladio admitted, and he was still laughing. Really, Ignis had half-expected that as well. Gladio’s only long-term relationship was with his duty as Noct’s shield, but he had his share of one-night stands. Sometimes, Gladio even kept girlfriends around for a little while. Ultimately though, he didn’t commit, was too focused on honor and obligation. When Noctis had an heir, he’d settle down, or at least plant his seed somewhere. But in the meantime, Ignis had a feeling that as careful as Gladio was, he wouldn’t for a moment deny a bastard child. He was too damn honorable.

“I would not call it an accident,” Ignis tried to protest, but he was waved away with another laugh, and really, on Ignis’s end, it had been a total accident. Aranea had apparently just had different plans. And, as it was with her, when she wanted something, she took it, without question, no hesitation.

---

Prompto, on the other hand, stared with wide eyes, his cheeks bright red and wild.

“Aranea?!” and really, Prompto had that marvelous ability to worship the ground every woman he met stood on. He worshipped the ground King Noctis stood on, too, but that was a little different. “Wow, Iggy, she’s terrifying. I bet she’s a freak in bed.”

Noctis shot Prompto a harsh glare, as if the mere thought of Aranea Highwind in bed was offensive to him. A jealous streak, perhaps? “You couldn’t handle her, Prom.”

“Bet I could,” Prompto chirped back, and he was far too happy to sling an arm around Noct’s shoulders, casual and affectionate and so very open about it all. Ignis was still wrapping his mind around the openness of their situation, after so many years of keeping it quiet, behind closed doors and fumbling nights in the darkness of their tent. Of course, they’d been absolutely dreadful at keeping it secret, but at least they’d tried.

“You couldn’t,” Luna added, and she laughed softly when Prompto turned to glare at her, in turn.

“Why is the whole world against me?!” Prompto groaned, before he realized why they were all here in the first place, and then he turned back to Ignis, the wide-eyed surprise back on his face. “Really Iggy, we all assumed Gladio would be the one to get a girl pregnant, first!"

Apparently they’d all shared that particular thought.

“Guess that means you’re next, Noct,” Prompto added, and this time, the look Noctis gave him was nothing short of a death stare. “Oh don’t look at me that way. I love babies!”

All things considered, Ignis decided, it could have gone so much worse.

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“Tell her to get some fuckin’ bedrest, Iggy,” Gladio groaned as he paced back and forth through Ignis’s study. “She looks like she’s gonna go into labour any damn moment.”

He was referring, of course, to the heavily pregnant Aranea Highwind, who had recently taken it upon herself to accept a mission to destroy a goddamn herd of wild coeurls that had been terrorizing travelers near Hammerhead. They didn’t often venture that far east, but there’d been a steady stream of people heading to Insomnia, now that the city was on its way to restoration, and they’d apparently been drawn in.

Aranea, of course, had returned, streaks of blood that wasn’t her own marring her pale skin, but otherwise totally untouched.

“She’s only seven months along, Gladio,” Ignis responded, and really, if anything, she’d only grown more vicious, more ferocious, in pregnancy. The sex was absolutely wild-—and sex with Aranea was always insane to begin with--and Ignis didn’t bother to hide the bruises anymore when she bit him, when she squeezed his neck tightly enough to leave marks. Neither of them made a secret of the time she spent in his quarters anymore, and it was becoming more and more frequent. Slowly, her wardrobe had started finding its way into Ignis’s closet, into his drawers, disrupting his perfect, colour-coordinated system. He’d pointed it out to her and she absolutely snarled and turned on him like a wild, cornered beast, screamed about pregnancy hormones and ripping his still-beating heart out from his chest, and it’d ended in wild fucking right on the bedroom floor.

She’d been eating like a beast, like she was eating for an entire family of four instead of just a baby. Ignis had been mildly concerned, but the doctors assured them no, there was only one in there. And she’d been down to training nearly every day, ripping into Gladio about not working his men hard enough, about what they should be doing, about the fact that he was trying to keep her from going on missions. She’d come back so angry she’d eat entire pints of ice cream right there in the kitchen, ranting angrily about stupid dumb men between spoonfuls, in rage-induced hunger.

“Exactly. She’s seven months pregnant,” Gladio growled, turning on his heel and slamming his fist down on Ignis’s desk so hard it shook and a stack of carefully piled paperwork slid off the edge, papers fluttering everywhere. “She should be getting rest.”

“I think,” Ignis said, though his good eye twitched as he watched his dutifully organized papers scatter into disarray, “that women have been doing this for quite some time, Gladio. She likely knows what she’s doing.”

“Like hell she does,” Gladio was nearly yelling, and he realized it, made a rough, frustrated sound, and took a step back. “Sorry, Iggy,” he sighed, paced again, ran a hand through his long hair. “Aren’t you worried? That’s your kid in there. Can’t you talk to her?”

“I could,” Ignis sighed as well, standing to begin gathering the paperwork strewn across his office. He couldn’t sit still while there was mess, after all, had to work quickly to clean it up. Especially with the hell on two legs that was pregnant Aranea in his living space. She’d invaded nearly every other room of his home, and the office was still his space, to keep neat and tidy. “It’d be utterly useless. She’s a strong woman. She knows what she’s doing.”

Gladio just made a low, frustrated noise, but he didn’t protest, didn’t say anything, even if he still stalked around the room like a caged animal.

“I trust her,” Ignis added, and really, he truly did. Maybe he hadn’t even realized that he did until he spoke the words aloud, then and there.

---


“It’s a girl,” Aranea told Ignis as she pressed the newborn baby to her breast, and her voice was strange. Tired beyond all belief, more exhausted than he’d ever heard her, and with such a barely-contained affection, it made Ignis’s heart want to burst.

“Of course it is,” he replied. They hadn’t known the sex, and in his mind, it had always been a girl. Was Aranea capable of anything else?

She’d been in labour for a while. Hours. She hadn’t taken anything for the pain—the midwife had offered her some, multiple times, and she’d outright refused it. Hell, Aranea had refused to go to a hospital, she’d even refused a goddamn doctor. It’d been hell to even convince her to allow the midwife in the room. Ignis had had to work pure charm and infallible logic that they shouldn’t refuse services that were readily available just out of pride.

And here they were. Sitting in his previously impeccable bathroom. Aranea was sprawled back against the edge of the tub. The water had once been clear, but it was red and murky, tinged with blood and afterbirth and fluid. It had sloshed over the edge of the tub in the throes of contractions and pushing, had made a mess of the previously clean tile floors, had soaked Ignis’s sleeves and shirt and pants. Ignis was grateful that he’d seen it all, really, on the road with his companions. Well, perhaps he’d never seen a live birth, but there’d been enough blood and gore that this was nothing.

The baby—their little girl—was red, still streaked with fluid, and Aranea had only let her out of her arms long enough for the midwife to check her over, to cut the cord that connected her and to let Ignis wrap a soft towel around the precious little life. He held her, stared down, full of wonder, amazement, at the tiny little thing they’d created.

She cried something fierce, and Ignis pressed her back into Aranea’s arms, watched as she took to a breast to feed for the first time. Aranea was the most gorgeous thing he’d ever seen, in that moment. She’d put on weight from the pregnancy, yes, breasts heavy and stomach distended from the baby that had been in there. But her eyes looked more alive than he’d ever seen.

“I lo—“ Ignis started to say, and he hadn’t even realized how badly he wanted to say it. But here, the emotions running absolutely wild in him, the exhaustion and stress and pain and goddamn happiness near overwhelming, he couldn’t hold it back.

“Don’t,” Aranea said softly. Her head was tilted down as she watched the child, and she hissed at the pain as she latched, but she stayed proud, held her there. Ignis realized, even through his blurred vision, that Aranea’s eyes were bright, and that she may very well have been crying. He pretended not to notice.

“I know,” Aranea continued. She shifted, lifted a hand, and tangled it with Ignis’s. “I’ve known for a while. I do too.”

---

Ignis Scientia had always recalled the three times in his life he’d been rendered speechless.

This time, now, there was a fourth, and it was the day Aranea Highwind gave him a daughter.


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i'm sorry i don't know how this happened now i'm going to go take a nap. i hope this was ok even tho it wasn't at all what you asked for. ♥

OP

[(Anonymous)]

OH MY GOD
IM....
OH MY GOD....
HOLY SHIT

LITERALLY OK I WAS AT A CONVENTION WHEN I SAW THIS (WHICH IS WHY IM LATE IM SORRY) AND I WAS REALLY WASTED AND WHEN I SAW THIS FILLED I LITERALLY STARTED CRYING IN BED

THANK YOU SO MUCH

Re: FILL: Vortex (Ignis/Aranea, accidental pregnancy) (6/6 YAY!!!!)

[(Anonymous)]

author anon, i'm so glad i took a chance to read this! the sex is SUPER HOT, aranea is a BADASS, and ignis' narration/insights were TOP NOTCH god bless