#ikemen prince roderic
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coup d'œil
Rating: General
Pairing: Roderic/Gilbert
Words: 885
Tags: nightmares, death mention, SPOILERS, fluffed up Roderic's backstory because idk all his details, impromptu drabble, unrequited if you squint
This has Gilbert Route spoilers, and is also set back when Gilbert and Roderic are teenagers- not an exact age but not 18.
When Roderic first arrived, sharing a bed was not unusual between them. At first, Gilbert explained it away as Roderic being too scared to sleep alone in a castle stained with blood. And while he wasn't wrong, Roderic could tell there was more to it than that. However, he kept his mouth shut. Nodding along at Gilbert's request.
He sleeps light, just like Gilbert- an advantage at times, but a curse they both know well. And it’s there, on a stormy night, that Roderic stares up at the far ceiling. He can hear the rain pattering against the windows, a faint howl of wind. Briefly, he thinks of his time in the orphanage. How storms there would have the kids huddling together, the chill seeping in with the wind.
Here, the chill exists for different reasons. Due to the wide room they’re in, the natural chill of the castle… The body next to him, cold even beneath several layers of blankets.
Roderic scooches over bit by bit, until Gilbert stirs, his body seeking out Roderic’s warmth on his own accord. Cold hands reach for his arm, then across his chest, burrowing against his makeshift twin.
Then, he wakes.
It’s a startled gasp, strangled by a weak cry that Roderic has never heard before- and he jumps, scared that Gilbert’s pain has gotten worse, that he’s experiencing a new type of attack. He sits up, ready to go run for Walter- anyone, but he hears a whimpering of a name he knows all too well.
Albert.
With that uttered, Gilbert curls in on himself. Between sniffles, Roderic can hear quiet gaspings for air, whines that Gilbert tries to muffle as he hides his face. It’s the first time he’s ever seen him cry before. No matter how much his body tried to revolt against him, his eyes never watered- just a strained expression as he fought back on bad days.
He… Can’t stop staring. So far, Gilbert had been an unstoppable force, even when so young. Full of teases, threats, knowledge… well hidden kindness… But he’s never seen his body shaking from grief. It makes him realize just how small Gilbert seems.
There’s never been a situation like this between them. Despite his own past, Roderic was constantly thankful for Gilbert, for being rescued from that poor excuse of an orphanage. There were no tears spent on the memories, just odd nostalgia and focus on doing what he could for Gilbert. And for Gilbert, although he’s told Roderic of his original purpose for him - with smiles and far away glances - he’s never sought comfort.
So Roderic’s motions are stifled. Awkward and clumsy. He lays back down beside Gilbert’s shaking form, taking in a slow breath before reaching out towards him, grasping his shoulder. He’s too scared to speak - he knows that one wrong word could have Gilbert scorning him for days, so he carefully rubs at his shoulder and back, trying.
It’s enough that it causes Gilbert to hiccup back some of his heavy breaths, and the cries die down into an odd silence mixed with trying to steady his breathing. Slowly, Gilbert uncurls, refusing to show his face as his own hand clumsily reaches out.
But his grasp is harsh, nails digging into Roderic’s arm with a surprising strength. In that moment where Roderic grunts in pain, Gilbert moves fast, burying his teeth into Roderic’s shoulder.
“Guh-!”
It takes everything in him not to stumble over curses, wincing at how hard Gilbert’s teeth mark him. He knows if it weren’t for his nightclothes, blood would be prickle at his skin, just like the tears in his eyes.
His name is on Roderic’s lips, ready to try and apologize, however… Gilbert takes in another shuddering breath, a fresh wave of tears spilling forth despite the stubborn expression on his face. Gilbert once again hides his face, but this time against the crook of Roderic’s neck, his grip tight on his clothes.
All of the annoyance and guilt evaporates from Roderic, a slow sigh slipping out as he gingerly tries to rub Gilbert’s back again. This time, there isn’t fierce pushback, just a quiet sob muffled against his skin.
.
They won't talk about this in the morning. Gilbert would be his usual self, complaining about breakfast being bland again, how Roderic hogged space on the bed, or some other tease he makes up in his head.
Meanwhile, Roderic would notice that Gilbert begins to stay up later than him. That soon, Gilbert starts wanting to sleep in separate spaces. The warmth he sought from Roderic is replaced by thicker blankets and extra pillows, and the time that they shared a bed slowly starts to fade away.
In order to be more like him, Roderic was taught to keep eye on what would usually go unnoticed by others. Unfortunately, this means Roderic subconsciously uses this with everyone - including Gilbert. He notes how Gilbert begins to wear his eyepatch everywhere, except for cleaning. That the first few nights they stayed apart, Gilbert's exhaustion was apparent, until he slowly began getting accustomed to a lack of rest.
It solidifies a simple fact: there is a wall between them that can never be breached.
And Roderic has to be alright with that. For who is he to argue against his savior?
Steeples my hands.
RJThirtsy on Ao3 wrote two fanfics, one called To Protect My Love and another called Is This Love? The first one dealt with Gilbert having (oc) and Roderic get closer, to successfully keep up appearances, with an idea about Gilbert escalating it. I talked about how I believed Roderic loves Gilbert, because imo he either loves him or loves him in a very pedestal-ey way in order to be willing to be his body double. We ended up talking about how this could work.
So, in response, RJ wrote Is This Love? and explored Roderic and Gilbert being each other's first kiss. And I went insane and wrote this out in response.
Hilariously... I accidentally made this very akin to The Beast's Torment, my fanfic where Gilbert also wakes up from a nightmare with the reader/mc, and he runs off at first... but with them, he relents. He comes back and lets them see him at his worse. Meanwhile, Roderic never gets that closure. Hahaha another layer of pain I didn't consider until Mimi asked about it.... pain.
Anyway, RJThirsty on ao3. Please look at their fanfics. They also write smut as well, and I like how they write Gilbert a ton. Thank u, Love Suicide, for giving me the brainworms for this. Also the title. Very last minute. Very bs. Don't look at me.
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Meanwhile on the Achroite-Obsidian border...
Gilbert: (painting the snow red with All These Corrupt Nobles)
Matias: (watching from atop a wall on his side) You...!
Matias:
Gilbert: (calls up) You look like you have something to say! Unfortunately, I'm still within 5 cm of the Obsidian side.
Matias: (holds up a ruler and squints) 6 cm! You lied to make yourself look worse, you criminal!
Gilbert: Hehe, did I? Well, it's all just numbers in the end. I don't know how many times I have to tell you this, Matias, but we're not so different, you and I.
Matias: (panicked-thinking) Please don't say that please don't say that please don't say that please don't say that please don't say that. I am not a monster, I am Matias.
Matias: I have no use for clichés. Only justice. What you are doing is a gross abuse of authority. All people deserve to be tried fairly in the court of law.
Gilbert: Even if the Obsidian Royal Family is the law?
Gilbert: And I've seen what you do in your so-called courts. Handing down the sorts of extreme sentences that you do is its own abuse of power, right?
Gilbert: You're giving those people false hope they might get off, either free or with a lighter sentence, but it's a foregone conclusion, isn't it? You're just toying with them. Whereas I do my sentencing up-front with little fuss.
Gilbert: In fact, what I'm doing here is simply saving the people their tax dollars by expediting the process.
Roderic: (pauses killing spree) Exactly! He's an ally to the taxpayers!
Matias: Can we not have this philosophical debate while you're mid-stab?
Gilbert: Oh no, Roderic is the one doing all the stabbing?
Roderic: I am! I do all the stabbing! Most of the time! I'm the actual villain!
Gilbert: No one is a greater villain than me. If such a person exists, they're not long for the world I seek to forge.
Gilbert: Also, Matias, if you're flinging around wild accusations like that in your day-to-day work, then I think that makes you far worse than me.
Matias: That's what all the preparation before a trial is for! We have never mistakenly...
Matias: (panicked-thinking) OH GOD BUT WHAT IF
Matias: Stop what you're doing, Gilbert.
Gilbert: Giving you an existential crisis or excising these rotten limbs from the body of my country?
Matias: Both, if that is at all possible.
Gilbert: You're free to try and invade my country if you want jurisdiction over these... (kicks a noble) ...things.
Matias: (grits teeth) I'd rather not have to rely on force.
Gilbert: Are you scared of my army?
Matias: I fear no such thing.
Gilbert: Even if we were to invade tomorrow?
Matias: You won't. There's a blizzard tomorrow. And our snowshoes are better.
Matias: The second you step foot into Achroite, I'll have you arrested for improper footwear.
Gilbert: That's too bad. It kind of sucks that you're telling me about that in advance, though. You could have had me beheaded for improper footwear.
Matias:
Gilbert: Hehe, but I like that about you, Matias. For all your flaws, you at least try to play fair. There might be a place for you in my new world yet.
Matias: Why do I feel like I'm caught in the middle of some unseen war between gods.
Matias: (checks his watch) Oh! It's time for my tea-party delusion! What to wear, what to wear...
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This scene broke my heart 🥺😭❤️
That's when you realize how deep her feelings for Gilbert are🥺❤️
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Roderich: (finishes his drink) So remember that time you decided to not be Cyril anymore?
Cyran: Yeah. You wouldn't stop crying.
Roderich: Really? I don't remember that.
Cyran: No but I wanted to gaslight you into believing it since you were actually VERY normal about it.
Roderich: Yeah, well. I am the most normal out of us.
Lucien: Objection.
Roderich: Anyway, I'm considering just not having an H in my name anymore.
Cyran: Okay. I mean, that's a great change. The H was pretty much silent the entire time anyway.
Roderich: That's because you have an annoying Rhodolite accent now and haven't been pronouncing it the way Godbert intended.
Lucien: (sighs into his drink) SO normal.
Cyran: Then why are you dropping the H?
Roderich: I don't know. I just woke up in the middle of the night while perched like a raven on my master's balcony and felt a powerful, intervening force from beyond this world deciding that that's just the way it's going to be.
Roderic: Oh, would you look there. It's happened.
Roderic: (whispering in duress) Help me.
a/n: @/candied-boys if you see this, more fourth-wall breakage for you
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#ikemen prince#ikepri#ikepri roderic#ikepri roderich#that H divorced him and took half the swagger#not sure how to feel about the name change
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(Roderic in his route)
Roderic: nothing in this world belongs to me but my love
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Meanwhile at the Society of Men Who Sleep With Their Swords...
Chevalier: (leaves)
Roderic: (Jennifer-Lawrence-type sobbing) —and because His Imperial I mean His Royal Majesty is just so good with his hands, the craftsmanship on it is enough to make a grown man cry, not to mention just how deadly it is in combat, and if you think about it, entrusting me with a weapon he made himself using his precious time and effort is his way of saying 'Don't you dare get yourself killed, Roderic', and even though he has a good reason to not have me get killed, that alone shows that he's still a good, kind and caring man deep down inside, and he's just so talented and amazing and—
Kagari: Calm down, Hideyoshi.
#ikemen prince#chevalier michel#ikepri roderich#ikepri roderic#ikepri kagari#ikepri spoilers#ikepri jp spoilers#ikepri gilbert spoilers#incorrect quote folder
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Emma: Thanks for helping babysit.
Cyran: Don't worry about it. I have a lot of experience with a baby.
Lucien: I don't have any experience, but I am happy to help.
Roderich: Just tell me when he has to take his medicine and I'll pin him in place. I'll make sure he takes every last spoonful. There is nowhere he can crawl where I will not find him.
Emma: Uh. Well. He's not sick, but uh... Right, just call if you need anything?
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Baby: (tugs Lucien's hair)
Lucien: (playfully faceplants like a dummy)
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Baby: (tries to tug Roderich's hood down)
Roderich: (taps the tiny little hand away)
Baby: (tries again)
Roderich: (taps away)
Baby: (about to start crying)
Roderich: (lowers his hood and hides his face with a kermit plushie)
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Baby: (tugs Cyran's shirt sleeve)
Cyran: (from the bottom of a pit that just opened up) No... No, it makes complete sense that he'd go so far as to rig me one day.
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