In a VC today, RJ asked my opinions and was laughing a lot, so I thought I'd share. These are based off of vibes and are for fun, I literally can't remember if they can actually swim or not, and it's not important enough for me to research it. All characters included.
[Rhodolite Princes]
: ̗̀➛ Chevalier
- Can Swim, however he only learned due to it being a 'life skill'. Stupidly pretty when he swims. Aggregates Clavis.
- aka, in case he ever fell into water during an assassin attempt...or if he ever fell off of a boat..or etc etc. Further, it's a different form of exercise.
- despite knowing how to, he rarely swims. Takes away from reading time, doesn't like getting wet for unneeded reasons.
: ̗̀➛ Clavis
- no. Boyfailure.
- he tried to learn as a child due to Chev learning, and was dissuaded by the amount of times he ended up choking on water out of trying too hard to best him.
- he avoids any chance to swim due to this. Its not becoming of a gentlemen....cough...
: ̗̀➛ Yves
- ...yes? Technically? But he's like a cat with water.
- he avoids swimming in it because it'd 'ruin' his hair or similar, and it's totally not because he's embarrassed with how he looks swimming.
: ̗̀➛ Nokto
- yes. But hates to.
- listen, its such a hassle, okay? He hates working out if its not related to sex. Then he has to dry himself and get his hair right and ugh. No.
- used to as a kid but not any more.
: ̗̀➛ Licht
- Yes. Not frequently, but yet.
- he doesnt do it frequently because others in the palace complain. Because when he does, he trudges in the palace with his hair and body dripping water. The clothes he put back on are damp because he didnt dry off properly and used his overjacket as a makeshift towel.
- banned from unplanned swimming.
: ̗̀➛ Leon
- yes!
- he's pretty normal about it. Likes to do it in hot weather. Would definitely be the type to lounge in the water for a while, relax in it, and also the type to swim for exercise.
- used to swim with Jin a lot, but hated Jin doing it for 'the ladies'.
: ̗̀➛ Luke
- .....yyyyeees?
- but look at him. Look at how he naps 24/7. His dream is to find a comfy place to sleep and only wake up to cuddle you. He doesn't want to exercise. And getting wet AND exercising? Ugh.
- don't make him swim. Don't. He'll get so annoyed.
: ̗̀➛ Jin
- ahhhh Jin... yes. Yes he does. And damn, does he look good doing it.
- unfortunately, he knows how good he looks, and swimming has turned away from fun exercising with the bros, to a newfound mating call for ladies.
- gone are the days of siblings fucking around in the water and getting in play fights. Hello days of dramatically flipping his head out of the water and brushing his hair back, trying to angle so the sunlight can shine on his glistening tits.
- this is why leon refuses to swim with him now.
[Others]
: ̗̀➛ Sariel
- no
- look at this man. Look at this secret functioning alcoholic. Do you think he has the time to swim?
- he could learn how, and he'd look great doing it. But he's too busy keeping 8 grown children from causing an inane amount of issues.
: ̗̀➛ Rio
- yes. Yes. He has to.
- doesn't swim often, but give him an excuse and he'll spend all day in the water with you. He'll teach you how to swim if you don't know. If you do, he's playing with you in the water, finding excuses to touch you if you'll let him.
: ̗̀➛ Silvio
- if you asked him this he'd be unable to whap you upside the head. Yes, he knows how.
- he's grumpy about it too. "Its not all sunshine and rainbows when I've had to swim, princess." He mentions swimming just to find some semblance of clean on his adventures. How he's nearly drowned in rough waters, sink or swim, more dramatics
- what... you want him to teach you? You want to swim with him? Suddenly he can't swim anymore. Totally not because you in a bathing suit would ruin him. Coward.
: ̗̀➛ Gilbert
- ..... no
- look at obsidian. Look at gilbert. Look at the layers he wears. Do you think obsidian has a good watering hole? No. He can't swim. Imagine a freezing, wet rat that nearly drowned 3 times. That would be gilbert.
- dont do this to him. Do you really love him? Do you? Don't make him learn to swim.
: ̗̀➛ Keith
- yes. He looks great while doing so.
- dripping wet hair, cascading down his chest, glistening chesthairs and muscles that you'd want to lap up the water from.
- unfortunately he's generally too shy to showcase this skill. He'd give Jin a run for his money for the looks of it, though. But everyone in Jade knows how to.
: ̗̀➛ Azel
- look at him
- look at how he lounges about and puts a price to anything and everything he does. Do you truly want him to swim? Truly? Do you pledge everything you have to see him swim?
- it's the equivalent of $3,568,282.56 USD. Because he looks ridiculous doing it.
: ̗̀➛ Matias
- by the decree of 1231 and regulation 103757a, all royal family members are mandated to learn how to swim
- he's good at it I guess. He doesn't do it for fun. He's kinda boring about it. He looks pretty when wet though.
: ̗̀➛Kagari
- yes. Will he? No.
- look at this cat of a man. Do you think he wants to get wet? He's too busy fighting and eating sweets, don't add more on top of his *very* busy schedule.
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This was fun. I kinda miss doing posts like these. I'd love some chill suggestions if you guys wanna see more. No guarantee that I'll do em though.
Anyway, I mainly write smut, so mdni with my other content or...me... outside of this post pls. Thanks.
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."
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I like to think Azel has built model ships at various points in his divine career; both to further develop Tanzanite's maritime industry and, of course, to assist Silvio in his enterprises.
He wouldn't have any reason to keep such utilitarian pieces for himself, so if they're on display anywhere, it'd be with Silvio, Qamar, Enis (because I am endlessly sentimental about their complicated relationship), Basir the Azel Megafan, or all of the above.
[ Addendum ] Being the fool that I am 24/7, I temporarily forgot a certain very important fact about Azel orz. So let's say Azel is the one who researches, designs and sketches the ships, but he may not be the one actually constructing them, especially if the crafting methods require use of bladed implements. But if it's any other method, and he has the time and energy and desire, then maybe he goes for it.
He's acting all confident and relaxed, encouraging you, and telling you how good you look
But on the inside, he's panicking
Better yet, he cums the moment you take his whole tip inside your mouth
Oh, boy...
He's red in the face, eyes closed, wishing Earth would split open and swallow him whole
And...now you're giggling.
That's it. He's gotta make you cum until you forget this embarrassing situation ever happened!
But before he can do that, you say, "That was so hot. And you taste so... good, Clavis," as you lick your lips and hum at the sweet taste.
Did he hear you wrong? No, his hearing is perfect. He can't believe you actually found the most embarrassing moment of his life arousing. But then again you're always full of surprises.
He takes a deep, shuddering breath as he tries to regain his cool and says, "Hahaha. There's more where that came from, little bunny. But, I'm feeling a little peckish myself so why don't you let me have a little taste of you, hm?"
And he proceeds to make you orgasm until you nearly pass out.
This is what I had in mind for Mo's Kinktober Event but... it's been a busy month. So, I'll write this here to get it off my mind 🙈
We've seen how dating, their first time, and engagement proposals pan out, but what Cybird will never deliver to us is that pivotal moment that MC tells one of the LIs that she's expecting.
This is just my idea of how it will work out with each suitor. MC is AFAB, and all suitors are AMAB. Obvious mentions of pregnancy lie ahead. Just a fun little exercise to test out drabbles.
Jin
Jin is the king of pulling out, but somewhere along the line, he slipped up and it resulted in nothing so he started to get lax. Somewhere along the line, you two stopped worrying about it. More times than not he still denies you the creampie that it turns out he enjoys seeing seep out of you. But now you're late, and maybe you two should have been more vigilant.
It's hard to find the words. You confirmed it with a physician, and you know you need to tell him, but having a baby with a commoner churns up trauma for Jin, and you're afraid he'll turn you out.
He's worried. You have never looked so ashen. When you said you needed to talk, he dropped everything to give you time. His large hand palms your cheek. He dips down to look into your eyes. And in a voice that has helped you through countless times he says “Whatever it is, it'll be okay.”
“I'm pregnant.” You finally manage.
Shock leaves him wide-eyed in surprise. It takes him a moment to zip through the thoughts that spring into his mind - a million possibilities, questions, and outcomes on what he'd do if this day had ever come. Then a grin lights up his face and you almost miss it as he wraps his arms around you and lifts you off the ground to hug tightly to him, spinning around from the sheer joy of having a child with you.
He's better than his father. And you're not his mother. And the world is a different place with the two of you together. He's more excited than you thought he'd be. He talks to your stomach even before the child can hear him. He wants to princess carry you everywhere. And he introduces you as the mother of his children.
Chevalier
The way Chev looked at you after you told him the news was chilling - not because it was his icy stare that had silenced rooms and struck fear in children, but because you had never seen him… scared. He was scared. The news was not happily recieved as you thought it would be.
As the two of you prepared for bed and you talked of your day, you broke the news with excitement and turned to see him stunned and staring. “Chevalier?” You called to him. His eyes cut from your belly to your face.
“It's okay. You're not a beast, and I'm not afraid of you.” Attempting to soothe his worries, you moved closer and slowly snuggled into his chest. “I'd be lucky to have a child just like you, because you're an amazing man.”
He relaxed in your arms, his own arms surrounded you as he dropped his chin to put his lips on your head. “I'd rather have a child like you who can love someone like me. You may never understand him if he's like me.”
“But I don't need to to love him.”
From that day forward, Chevalier dove into reading about medical studies and other literature on pregnancy, labor, and delivery. He stated checking up on you more often and bringing you all sorts of items said to help with pregnancy issues. He would have delivered your child himself except thankfully Clavis helped you talk him out of it. There are some things you'd rather he not be in the middle of.
Gilbert
“Do you want me to tell him?” Walter asked, a serious note in his voice.
“No. I want him to hear it from me.”
You knew the news of family was not a joyous thing in Obsidian. Especially for Gilbert. The land of deceit and decay, where families had murdered families for generations. Where the Emperor carried the sins of the Obsidian line that had wrought death and bloodshed countless times across this kingdom and others.
Gil had wanted to end it. To stop his line from continuing. And here you were, pregnant with his child. He wouldn't hurt you you were certain, but he might actually lock you up this time in order to prevent anybody else from hurting you. He could if he wanted. But living like that would leave everyone unhappy.
In order to prevent another bed-chaining, you visit him in his study. Before you made it two steps inside the room, he stood from his chair and moved towards you, worry clouding his face. He felt your anxiety. Something was not right with you, and he knew it.
“I'm fine,” you assured him as he quickly looked you over. “I just… have something to tell you.”
Gil's perfect smile covered up his momentary worry. “Surely, no one has bothered my little rabbit. Yet your heart is racing like the day we met.”
“No, no one has bothered me.” You step closer to him and wrap your arms around him, trapping him in place. With a lean of your back, you lock onto his single red eye to show how serious you are, and plainly explain, “I'm pregnant.”
His hands fly out, snatching you close to him as he squeezed you against his chest, holding onto you like you might somehow slip away if he were to let go. This is not the first time he has done this. You brace against him, giving him at least a few seconds of his desperate hugging before it begins to feel like he'll crush you. It always goes like this.
“Gil! Gilbert, please. I can't breathe.”
He relinquished you, and as you gasped lungfuls of air, he scooped you up and strode out the door. “Wait! Gil! Where are we going?”
You were used to the palace by now that you knew he was headed towards his bedroom. Even if he didn't answer, you could already see how this was going to go. “Put me down! I am not going to be locked up and hidden away. That is not how you treat people you love.”
“Do you presume you can order me around?”
“No, but if you do this, I will never forgive you.”
Gilbert slowed his steps and came to a stop. In his eye you could see emotion wavering, and while you hadn't learned how to read him as well as he knew how to read you, you had learned to see the different sides of him that he only shared with you.
“Now,” you began calmly, “I'll make some tea, and we can talk about this. At a table. With no shackles or rope.”
“I’m so weak to your requests. At least let me lock the doors so no one can bother us.”
“You can lock the doors if I get the key to them during our talk.”
Gilbert's biggest fear is losing someone he loves. He recognizes he has desires to control and cage MC to keep her safe from others, but he also knows those desires are not acceptable. He's at the mercy of his emotions, and despite being a genius, he often acts on whims, especially relating to MC. I'd love to explore this further. See how far we can push him.
Sariel
The palace devil and you were lovers. No one believed it when you first announced it, but you two were every bit as in love as two people could be - you just had a work image to uphold.
He was smiling that morning. You didn't think much of it, but he did seem happier than normal despite you having an appointment you had been adamant he didn't attend. You were being seen by a physician due to a bout of flu that had been plaguing you.
It turns out it wasn't the flu. You were pregnant. Morning sickness is a common ailment in the first trimester. No wonder you felt better as the day continued.
When you attempted to return to work, taking your time to consider how you were going to surprise Sariel with the news, he ushered you back to your room saying you had the rest of the day off– and so did he.
After he fixed you both tea, he sat across from you, his violet gaze fixed on you, and you were aware he was expecting something, just what it was you weren't sure.
“Will you be filling me in, or do you intend to hold me captive with your glowing beauty?”
“I… Why do we have the afternoon off?” His compliment makes your cheeks flush, even after all this time.
“I imagined you'd be pleased to have some extra time with me.”
“I am. …You're not concerned about becoming sick?”
“Not at all.”
The gears were turning in your mind. He had been happier than usual lately, even with you vomiting each morning. And each night he held you closer and more gently. He didn't even push when you told him he couldn't take time off to help you with your illness. And on top of that, any time you were ready to get some work done, he didn't worry over you like he was already aware you weren't contagious and you felt better as the day progressed.
“How did you already know?” You pursed your lips, slightly annoyed he took the surprise from you.
“I’m sure I have no idea to what you are referring.” Sariel bright his teacup to his smirking lips.
“We're having a baby!” Despite knowing he already knew, you couldn't help but shout in excitement.
Forgive me if this is OOC. I'm not a fan of Sariel, but I wanted to include him. I gave it my best shot. Also, you know this dude knows your cycle better than you do.
Rio
“I love your pain perdu!” Rio happily took the plate and ushered you into his room. He helped you into a seat and set the plate between the two of you before taking his own seat across the table. Even as a prince, he still waited on you hand and foot and that may never change. “What's the occasion?”
Of course Rio would see right through your reason for making his favorite food. You were so predictable when it came to doing something nice for him, next time you’d have to think of a different way to bring up good news.
“I was just thinking about you and wanted you to have something special. Dig in.”
Rio didn’t need to be told twice. You watched as he began devouring the sweet treat, smiling as well as he could manage with a mouthful of food. As soon as he was several bites into it, you decided now was the time.
“I’m pregnant!” You suddenly blurted.
“Hrk..ckff..” Rio choked and leaned over, coughing to try to get the food down the right tube.
“I’m sorry!” You jumped up and began rubbing circles on his back. “I didn’t mean to make you choke!”
Rio gasped in a deep breath. “Really?”
“Of course not! I wasn’t planning on that part. I guess I just mistimed the announcement.”
“No, not that– I’m fine. Are you really pregnant?” Rio sat back and looked up at you, tears in the corners of his eyes.
“Oh… Yes. I’m really pregnant.”
The tears that rimmed his lids grew and soon they were rushing down his face. Rio was crying. He was really crying. You stared at him, never having seen it before. He’d always been certain to put on a happy face for you, but here he was, crying.
“Rio?” Concerned laced your voice.
“I’m just so happy.” Rio sniffed and wiped at his face, trying to stop the tears. “Aw man, what kind of father am I going to be if I’m crying already?”
He leaned into you, hugging your waist and nuzzling into your stomach. Your hand naturally found its way to his head and you pet him as he loved against you.
Nokto
Nokto stood motionless, his red eyes swimming with the thoughts that were circling through his mind. He had lost his smirk when you had informed him you were expecting, but he didn’t say anything else. You were aware this was something he’d need time to work through, and gracefully, you gave him the time as the seconds stretched into minutes and Nokto continued to stare someplace far away, sorting out his many feelings on the matter.
You wrung your hands. You couldn’t help but purse your lips, trying not to chew on them while you waited. Nerves gnawed at your heart. You knew he wasn’t going to leave you, but children were not something either of you were ready for, and you weren’t sure what would happen now.
“Nokto…” You tentatively called, trying to draw him back to you. His eyes refocused and he quirked a small smirk on his lips. He put it there to comfort you, even though you knew what his genuine smiles looked like.
His hands slid along your hips, up to your waist, and around to the small of your back where he pulled you closer to him so you could stand pelvis to pelvis and nearly nose to nose.
“Well, it wasn’t what I had planned, but I’m good with working with surprises.” He said, sounding like he was trying to convince himself more than you.
“There are… things we can do if now is really not the time.” You had read it in your fantasy books, but there was a truth to those tales, as well. You knew of apothecaries and women considered skilled in arts that could remove things unwanted…
“No.” Nokto answered before your thoughts could slip down into the darkness your heart didn’t really want. “No, I don’t want that.”
Nokto leaned his forehead against yours, brushing his nose gently along your own. He sighed, his eyes downcast. “I’m not ready, but the last thing I want is to see you unhappy. You’d give up your heart if you knew it would make me more comfortable and… and I just don’t want that.”
Tears stung your eyes. Not many people understood the kind of man that Nokto was, but you knew he had a kindness in him that touched every decision he ever made. It was almost too much to have that kindness directed entirely on you.
“I suppose I just have to get used to being called papa. Hm.” Nokto tilted his head and smiled in amusement. “I think I like that.”
Clavis
Clavis took a moment outside his closed bedroom door in his own mansion, readying himself for the explosion of his confetti cannon he knew was about to go off. He hadn’t set it up, but only Cyran, you, and he had a key to his room, and someone was certainly in there. Seeing as how Hugo and Kai were futilely attempting to hide around the corner down the hallway, that narrowed the suspects down.
He had noticed the way Cyran seemed to be helping you with something lately, though Cyran pretended to not know what it was every time asked. To think his own sworn soldier would betray his trust for you… well, it couldn’t be helped. You deserved to be first for everyone as long as he was first for you.
Clavis threw open the door, taking a step backwards to avoid being drowned in confetti. “My lovely fiancee! Your lover is home!” Throwing his hands in the air, he grinned brightly, proud that he had set off the cannon without being a victim to it. You had done an exceptional job of rigging it. You really were his partner in crime.
On the other side of the room you stood with Cyran, frowning.
“See, my lady, there’s really no fooling him. You gave it your best shot.” Cyran said apologetically.
“Ah, yes, it was a valiant effort!” Clavis agreed.
“That’s fine. I know I’ve got you with this next one, Clavis.” You grinned, as Clavis’ smile dipped slightly, wondering if he hadn’t been observant enough. Perhaps he missed another trap. A quick glance around told him there was nothing visibly he could identify.
“And what is it you have up your sleeve?” He asked with a tilt to his head.
“We’re having a baby!”
The way Clavis’ eyes went wide and his smile fell in shock was exactly the face you were hoping to see. A moment where he was unguarded and unable to keep his composure. Those were the moments you loved to see from him most, but they were a rare occurrence with the way he always attempted to look cool in front of you.
You raced across the room and threw yourself into his arms, jumping to wrap yours around his neck. “I love you so much, Daddy Clavis!”
Clavis caught you, but it seemed he still hadn’t yet recovered, staring at you incredulously. “... Daddy Clavis…?” His voice was a breathy whisper. And while you were all smiles, Clavis was anything but.
Putting you softly down, he dipped out from under your arms and turned from his room to walk down the hallway, turning at the next room and closing himself inside.
Despite his absence, your grin only grew wider. You nearly skipped as you followed him to the closed door and knocked on it. “Clavis?”
No answer came.
“I know. And it’s okay. I’m glad you’re happy. I’ll be right here when you’re done.” You said, leaning against the door and clasping your hands over your heart.
“Haha. I just figured it wasn’t appropriate for me to pounce on you in front of others.” Clavis said, his voice thick as if he had already started crying and coming from somewhere lower than where you stood on the other side of the door.
“Mhm.” You knew it was just an excuse. “Thank you.”
“I just need to calm myself down before I see you again, or we might be having many more babies in the near future.”
“That’s not how it works.” You mused. “But we also have time to have many more babies in the future. As many as you want, Clavis.”
You could have sworn you heard him choking back a happy sob. He was never going to manage keeping his cool air when your child was born - he’s doomed to be the emotional parent.
Silvio
A loud thud proceeded the crash of your door as Silvio kicked it open, stopping you in your tracks from the anxious pacing you had been doing while preoccupied with your thoughts. He looked angry. He always looked angry to others, but to you who had learned his scowl wasn't the only expression he was capable of, he looked angry right now.
“What? Be nice to my door. You could learn to knock.”
“Sassy as always. Got a lot of nerve talking to me like that. Where were you?” Silvio had only stepped into the room, leaving plenty of space between the two of you.
Raising your eyebrows and hands at the same time, you waved your hands around the room. “Here. Exactly where you found me.”
Silvio gave you a long and hard stare, then surveyed the room from his spot near the door. Clearly there was something more he wanted to say, but he clicked his tongue in annoyance instead.
You waited. There were two ways to get him to express himself. You could pretend you were busy and continue on with your task - difficult at the moment since you were deep in thought and wouldn't be able to think with him standing there, sulking. Or you could wait him out, put the pressure on him to fill the silence with what he needed to say - the better option at the moment.
So you waited. Seconds passed. Minutes stretched. Silvio refused to make eye contact but he was very aware you were staring straight at him.
Finally he threw out a heavy sigh and grumbled, “Ya’ missed dinner.”
“Oh!” You hadn't even realized how late it had gotten.
“Are you serious?” Silvio sounded exasperated.
“Well… yeah. I lost track of time.”
“What had you so busy ya couldn't make dinner?” Once again Silvio scanned the room, but there would be no clue for him to find. What had you so busy was your own thoughts about how to spring the news. You were excited. And anxious. And overjoyed. And overwhelmed. And a million other feelings you couldn't put into words and you wanted to have those words to tell him–
“I'm pregnant!” You blurted out. You saw his eyes go wide, jumping from your gaze to your stomach.
“What was that?”
He heard. There was no way he hadn't with the way he looked at your belly. Suddenly the whole situation seemed ridiculous. You wanted to tell him in the best way and this is how it ended up and that is how he looked when you told him and it was all just too funny to contain. So you laughed. Your laughter rang out and filled the room. Your laughter brought tears to your eyes.
Silvio scowled and crossed the room to grab your arm. “Are ya serious right now?”
You nodded, unable to control your breath to even utter a “yes.”
Once again realization and surprise crossed his face, replaced with a smile that started small and expanded until it was the biggest grin you had ever seen from him.
“We're having a baby,” Silvio said with awe, as if it coming out of his own mouth made it more believable to him.
Just as you were finally calming down, taking in deep mirthful breaths, Silvio chuckled and wiped at his eye. Was that a tear?
You stared up at him, this time your face was colored in surprise. “Did you just–”
“Shuddup,” he grumbled, pulling you closer to press his mouth to yours. The kiss turned deep and passionate and left you breathless for again.
As you tried to get your breathing under control (again), Silvio hugged you to him and dropped his chin on your head as he murmured, “Come on, I'll make you something to eat.”
Leon
You watched from the doors to the training hall as Leon instructed his soldiers through combat drills, eagerly awaiting a break so you could share the news with the love of your life. You didn't want to interrupt, but your giddiness about expecting a child had you practically vibrating, and it was so hard not to rush Leon right then.
“Chief, think we can take five? It’s sweltering today.” Jin called. Leon glanced at him, then his gaze moved to you and he smiled brightly.
His voice boomed through the hall, giving to order for some rest before reconvenning shortly, and soon soldiers were milling about, and the room was full of friendly chatter. Your excitement carried you quicker than Leon's long strides could, and you practically jumped into his arms in an attempt to give him a hug. Nerves buzzed through you.
“Haha. What's gotten into you?” Leon asked, easily catching you and holding you tight.
“I'm just so happy, I almost can't stand it. Leon, I need to tell you something.” You pulled back, looking up at him and making eye contact so he could see how serious you were in this moment.
Leon's eyes locked on yours. “Okay. I'm listening.”
Your heart started pounding harder than it had all day. Your hands trembled from the adrenaline coursing through you. Your thoughts began to spin, trying to find the perfect way to tell him.
Leon took your hands in his, bringing warmth to your fingers that had gone numb without your knowledge. And with that warmth, the words freely fell from your lips.
“We're having a baby! You're going to be a father!”
Leon's eyes went wider than you had ever seen them go. The announcement hit him unexpectedly. Then his dazzling grin that held the warmth of the sun graced his face, and his lips were on yours. His hands cupped your cheeks. How did he move them so fast? Holding you to him, he refused to let you pull away from his long lock on your lips. Only breaking it to kiss you again and again, raining affection on you.
“Le–” Kiss. “Wai–” Kiss. “Ee!” Another kiss. He wasn't letting a single word come from you, and EVERYONE WAS STARING.
“Leon! Give her a break! This isn't the place for that!” Yves yelled, scolding his brother as he often did.
Thankfully, Leon finally relented, leaving you gasping. He hugged an arm around your shoulder, pulling you flush against him, and turned towards the training hall where hundreds of people were gathered.
“Your Queen is pregnant! We're having a baby!” His voice naturally filled the room, even more so with how quiet it had gotten.
Your cheeks flared with heat, and the room filled with cheers. Yves and Licht both looked shocked. Jin was grinning and leading the cheering crowd. And Leon was beaming from ear to ear.
Leon gets way ahead of himself with this pregnancy and his first child. He can't wait for the kids to arrive, and once born, he dotes on them more than he dotes on you. He had always been great with kids. He's even better with his own. He's already talking about another way before you've even thought about it - probably while you're still pregnant.
Yves
The finishing touches were finally done on your super special tea party that you’d been preparing for all morning. Yves had been busy with work, which was perfect for you to be able to take over the kitchen and concoct some desserts that would make the announcement even more fun. What could be more fun than taking all your favorite pastries and turning them into baby-sized foods? Tea cakes? Now petit. Scones? Why not mini? Anything full sized could be made into something smaller.
Now set up, you take an appreciative look around and smile happily at your accomplishments. Just in time, too. Yves walked regally through the gardens, his blond hair shining as brightly as the golden sun. He was smiling, and you loved the way his blue eyes looked when his cupid lips were pulled into such a happy smile.
Quickly greeting him, you pull him to the settee and sit beside him, the both of you turned at an angle to face each other so you can share about your day so far. And of course, you have the BIG NEWS. His attention lands on the baby version of desserts.
“Did a new pattasier open up? I’ve never seen food so dainty before. What is this? A tiny cake?”
“Ah, no. I made them!” You happily explain.
“They’re really cute!” Yves exclaims while marveling at your skills.
“They are, aren’t they? They’re kind of baby-sized bundles of sweets, don’t you think?” You really can’t help yourself, it’s too hard to keep your excitement hidden.
It wasn’t like the two of you had been trying for a family, and honestly, the topic had never come up, but Yves was such a wonderful man that you knew he’d be perfect as a father. You’d seen him interact with kids many times from the various orphanage works you two did. And while you knew his mother passed during childbirth, and that sting still hurt from time to time, she was never in good health anyways according to Yves, so it wasn’t a surprise labor was too difficult for her.
“I suppose you could say that.” Yves contemplated the question while gracefully lining a plate with bite-sized bits. “What sparked the idea?”
Of course now that it was time to say something, you suddenly felt silly for the big display. Twisting your hands in your lap, your cheeks heating up, you turn your eyes to the food and stumble over your words. “W-well… you know… it-um… it was supposed to be a theme I kind of thought of to share some news.”
Yves stopped moving. You could feel him staring at you. Did he understand? Was he happy? It was hard to tell because you weren’t looking at him. “A theme?”
You brought your hands up to your cheeks, ready to hide behind them as you tried to cool your face down. “Yeah. A baby theme.”
Finally, you glance at Yves through cracked fingers and he’s staring wide-eyed, it suddenly dawning on him what you were trying to get across. His eyes glistened as they grew watery, and before you can even guess how he’d take the news a grin stretched from ear to ear as tears began to roll down his cheeks.
“You’re having a baby?” He says in disbelief, but you know that there’s so much happiness in that expression and so much love he has in his heart for you.
“We’re having a baby.” You answer.
A small sob escapes him before he starts laughing, throwing his arms around you and covering you in kisses that are wet with tears.
