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maladaptivedaydreamsx · 7 months ago

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How the Rhodolite princes would react to their firstborn/newborn

Rating: PG-13 (?) Ikepri itself contains a lot of mature themes however, as such, mdni 🔞

Warnings: Brief mentions of (past) character death, grief, pregnancy/childbirth themes (no actual birth depicted), gn but implied afab, & the usual tragic Ikepri cannon.

A/N: Tried to write how they'd hold their kid and what they were feeling when meeting them. Spoiler warnings for the Rhodolite princes routes, tried not to bring up anything major though (Luke's is probably the most spoilery?). Tried to keep the princes' spouses GN, though implied afab bc newborns. (One very brief mention of Belle, but mc/reader is not Emma.) Might eventually make pt2 with the others..? Please read the warnings and proceed only if comfortable! :)

(Apologies for anything that seems ooc, I haven't written much in awhile and this is my first piece for Ikepri! I'm more used to fics rather than hcs, but I tried my best! o7)

JIN 🦅

There's so much Jin can't help but worry about. His past, his future, his country... and now he's got not one but two loved ones he would do anything for. The little bundle of joy in his arms reminds him of the times when his younger brothers were born, and how cute they used to be (well, some of them, anyway). The bleary, garnet eyes trying to look into his own have him wondering.. is this how he looked to his dear mother? There's so much he cherishes, and so much he fears, but he won't let the history of Belle repeat itself. He'd fight the entire palace if he had to, but for right now, he'll settle for tackling pesky burps and dirty diapers. Jin coos at his baby, baritone voice suddenly startling the poor thing, and he can't help but pout. The baby in his arms continues to fuss, feeling hungry.

Jin pulls something out of his breast pocket, looking over at his spouse. "So.. how much longer until they can have lollipops?"

CHEVALIER 🐅

Chevalier would likely be a bit awed upon holding his firstborn, much like the quiet way he takes in Emma's precence. Chevalier is known to be awkward with his affections, as he's far from practiced, but it's been shown on several occasions how he tries to gently pet an animal that dares to come close, or how he clumsily takes care of his love when they're feeling under the weather. He may look fine on the outside, but he's actually quite hesitant, trying to sort things out logistically at first, before sort of just settling for standing there and holding his newborn with both arms. He stares down at their gentle features, taking in every detail, making sure they're comfortable and warm in their sleep.

Looking over at his beloved in all their tired glory, in his very own Chevalier-approved affection he says, "You did well, Simpleton." While he only speaks four words aloud, his faint smile speaks the thousands he didn't quite know how to express.

CLAVIS 🐆

"Dearie me," Clavis says, holding his newborn, full of wide-eyed excitement. "They look so much like you, I can see the bunny ears already."

Being someone who values life so dearly, bringing a new one into this world, with the love of his life no less, is enough to send Clavis' heart soaring into the stratosphere. He just can't help but want to drown them in affection, but they're so small and fragile, and Clavis knows better than to risk scaring them now. He's so, so gentle with his child, unconditional love flowing off him in waves as they bond quietly (please don't get used to this, it will not last), and looks upon their splotchy tufts of lilac hair. The Lelouch genes live on through yet another generation, he smiles to himself. Clavis slowly comes over to stand by his love, placing a gentle kiss on their head.

"You're so lucky to have such a wonderful husband like me. But I'm even luckier to have you both in my life."

LEON 🦁

The happiest day in Leon's life. Second only to your wedding. Scratch that, the wedding is second.. he thinks. He's a bit frazzled from work, labor stress, and all the chaos, cut the guy some slack. No one is immune to this sweet lion's charisma, not even a newborn. They can't help but stare at his flowy hair and bright eyes, like a cartoon character come to life right before their eyes. Leon gently caresses their neck, very lightly pressing a kiss into their soft kiss to their temple. What kind of person will they grow up to be? Will they eat as much as he does? Will they fall asleep when they read too? There's a lot that runs through his mind, but ultimately, he is hopes for them to be healthy, and live happily. This child is going to be absolutely spoiled (within reason), and always have someone in their corner, rooting for them and ready to help learn from their wrongs. For now, he can worry about righting their posture instead. He tries to hold them like he read (how his partner read) in the parenting books, supporting their necks and all. It was really hard to stay awake during those, but the excitement of fatherhood helped him push through, and he's going to put it all into practice now.

"When do we start working on the second one?" (If not for the literal newborn currently in his hands, he'd be busy dodging several pillows.)

YVES 🐈

There's a lot of suppressed guilt for his mother's death in mind, and so many worries for his darling's health before, during, and after. He's a bit scared to hold his newborn, for fear of his clumsiness and "bad luck". With some assurance, he finally takes hold of them, and he could not physically be more careful with his firstborn. Clear eyes like the sky blink sleepily up at him, and Yves is fighting back tears solely for fear of them landing on the baby and somehow hurting them. The smile on his face could split his cheeks if it got any wider. The baby falls asleep in its father's arms, and he even tries breathing softer so he won't wake them. He's just trying his best, please reassure this sweet cat, he means well. (And he absolutely lost the battle against those blasted tears anyway.)

"Thank you for loving me, and for bringing our child into the world with us. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

LICHT 🐺

(Twins having twins cliché may seem redundant, I made 'em different for each brother, pinky promise.)

Licht was blessed with not one but two bundles of joy. Beautiful twin boys, who had what looked to be his vibrant silver hair and his beloved's eyes. He couldn't help the memories that surged, of happier times, and the worst of times. He knew all too well just how ruthless the court could be, but he had a chance to make things different this time. Licht seriously considered building that house he'd once mentioned, and moving you all somewhere much more peaceful. One twin in his arms, one with their other parent, he feels all thought subside when the one he's holding tries to grab at his sleeve. Licht's now-famous smile blooms across his lips much the way the sun's rays appear over daybreak; subtle, then all at once. He takes a gloveless hand, letting their tiny hand hold onto his finger as best they can, eyes gleaming from the sight before him. Licht looks over in wonder at his spouse, only to find them already watching with a tired, quiet smile.

"Things won't be easy but.. I know we can handle anything. I adore you. And I adore them."

NOKTO 🦊

(Twins for both may seem redundant, but I changed things up drastically ok, we got this.)

Nokto wasn't entirely surprised to have twins, but he had also hoped luck would be in their corner in avoiding similar fates. Two little girls, jewel-like eyes like his, and his beloved's hair color (or so it appears, though it's hard to tell for sure with so little peach fuzz). Nokto sits at the edge of the bed, holding one newborn in his arm, and reaching his other hand out for the one in his love's arms. Aside from the memories of his own upbringing, he's now having Typical Girl Dad thoughts about how to keep them safe and teach them how to stay away from cooties (boys), among other things. With a soft sigh, he gently burps his newborn after she's done feeding, rocking her slowly as she tries to chew on her father's lucious locks. Laughter bubbles past his lips at her cute antics, and Nokto feels the stress fade away, even if just a little. His heart is still getting used to receiving love and believing in it, but it's grown enough by now to love his 3 new favorite people in the world.

"If they like my hair this much now, just wait till they start to grow their own."

LUKE 🐻

Luke could not be more the picture of a teddy bear than with his newborn all swaddled up and snuggled in with their giant of a dad. He can't help but wonder if his sister is watching over them, laying next to his spouse on the bed, their newborn but a tiny dot among the two full-grown humans taking up most of the space. He promises to be there for his child the way he never really had anyone, and hopes to live more in the present now, the stakes feeling higher than ever before. A whole new life, created on purpose, gently resting in one arm and atop his broad chest, nestled comfortably and trying to suck on their thumb. Luke holds his spouse's hand with his free one, squeezing it gently, looking into their eyes with the intensity of his own emeralds.

"Look at 'em.. they're so small. Just like you," he jokes before letting out a big yawn, "But sleepy, just like me."

All rights for the characters and original intellectual property belong to Cybird. My writing belongs to myself, Maladaptivedaydreamsx, and shall not be reproduced elsewhere without permission. Ok to translate as a reblog to this post. Ok to reblog, no permission required (for those who like to be safe and ask first, all's good little homies) 💜

If you enjoyed these, I might try to make a pt2 with the other characters soon? Likes and reblogs appreciated, thank you kindly for reading! If you have any hc's of your own, please feel free to respond with them, I'd love to hear what you all think! 😊❤️ (If you'd like to be put on a tag list for any future works, please reply, though it will be a general list for writings as I'm getting back into things slowly atm,, 🙏🏻)

Also, to the lovely person who sent this in likely about 2 years ago (after I'd stopped writing on here bc life happens) ... if you're still somewhere in the fandom and end up seeing this post, thank you for your patience, and for sending something in. I'm finally trying to combat the writer's block again! 🙌🏻

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nightfoxqueen · 6 months ago

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Art by @maeko-kun

Spring was in full bloom in Rhodolite, birds sang and the people were going about their normal busy day. The kingdom was at a peace between countries and trades seemed to flourish. On this day however the 7th Prince of Rhodolite found himself relaxing on the sofa near a window, the sunshine coming through wrapping itself around him. In his arms he held a small pink bundle with the most beautiful baby girl he'd ever seen. He was gazing down at her with the most proud look on his face, his smile peaceful and his one finger was being held by the tiny hand of that little girl. He never seemed so happy. Fatherhood certainly wasn't something that had ever crossed his mind before, and he wasn't expecting it would ever make him this happy nor at peace.

When his fiancee, had told him the news that he was going to be father he began to sink into darkness. What if it would be twins? He remembered how his past flooded his mind. How much the Royal Court hated that twins had been born. How horribly they had treated his mother and how his mother came to hate them. He remembered how much his mother constantly made Licht and him compete, so much that in the end, Licht chose to protect and save him over competing, killing their mother. His fiancee, and even Licht helped to remind him that until the baby was born there were no guarantees if it was twins and even if it would have been, the Royal Court would have to shut their mouths. It wasn't just them, Sariel also spoke words of reassurance. The palace devil may have been feared by many in the palace but he had watched the twins grow up. As such, he was always there to somehow help them, seeing one of them becoming a father he would be there for those moments too.

The spring breeze blew in through the window, gently making the curtains flutter in the breeze. As he gazed down at his daughter in his arms he recalled the moment the assistant of the midwife came and announced he had a healthy baby girl. It seemed like the world stopped, it was a shock and the whole palace went into a frenzy over the first girl born in about two centuries. He'd never forget that moment, the first time he held his daughter in his arms. The pride and joy he felt, the way everything seemed to stop. Taking in her hair, exactly as his and her eyes exactly like her mother's. He never felt he had anything really worth living or fighting for. Up until he met his fiancee, he was frivolous and had no regards to his own life.

That changed even more now that he had his daughter. He held her gently, and has he looked at her with the softest expression; he knew he'd do everything and anything for his little girl. He'll give her whatever she wanted, protect her and most importantly he knew he'd be wrapped around her little finger. It had been about 4 months since she'd been born and when he wasn't busy with his duties you could always find him in that same place holding his little girl in arms. As the birds tweeted and sang their chirpy songs, the little princess began babbling in his arms. "Hnn, do you hear the birds singing Eirian?" She cooed and babbled more, her little smile lighting up her face. Nokto smiled looking down at her, as the door opened his fiancee walked in. She melted slightly, the sight of Nokto holding their daughter was the most beautiful sight she saw each day.

"Looks like momma has come to kidnap you. Papa has to go to a negotiation meeting with Keith, Silvio and Gilbert." He gave a slight huff. She giggled as he stood up and gently handed over Eirian. "You make it sound like she's only your baby." He chuckled, putting on his vest and then his long coat. "She might be ours, but she's my little girl." Sophie smiled as she held Eirian in her arms walking to the window to let them both feel the beautiful spring breeze. Flower petals gently fluttered in and around them both. Nokto walked up to them both kissing his fiancee before gently kissing Eirian on her little forehead. She babbled more taking her tiny hand and grabbed his shirt, he gently removed her little hand only for it to wrap around his one finger. "Papa will be back. I have to go." Eirian's little face dropped, about to cry.

"No, no Eirian. No crying, I'll be back soon." Sophie smiled, gently bouncing the baby to calm her. "You know, one day you should take her with you. I heard Gilbert loves kids and I bet you'd get away with more if you distract Silvio." He laughed a little. "Perhaps one day but for now, I want her in the safety of her mother's arms." He kissed her little hand still holding his finger and before long the gentle bouncing calmed her, making her slowly fall asleep. Sophie gently took her tiny hand away from his finger holding it with her own. Knowing she was calm and asleep he quietly snuck out the door only to hear her begin her cries before closing it. Sophie sighed and started to gently hum with no avail of her stopping. "You really do have her wrapped around your finger." She said knowing Nokto was there. He came back and walked up to her, taking Eirian back into his arms watching as she slowly calmed down. "Looks like you're coming with me after all. Geez I really have you spoiled don't I?" Sophie giggled "She's definitely papa's little girl." Nokto looked down at his little princess who was holding his finger once again. "We have to have a talk little missy. Your momma would like to keep you to herself too." Sophie laughed a little and gently stroked her daughter's cheek. "I had her for 9 months, she knows me enough. Now it's her time to attach to papa. " Nokto chuckled, "I suppose I am wrapped around her little finger." He smiled as he turned to leave. "We'll be back later momma." Sophie nodded and watched them leave. The 7th Prince, a once wild fox was now completely and utterly attached to his daughter, papa's little girl.

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