For all the people who sent me fic/headcanons requests, they're being written don't worry! It's taking me much, much longer than expected because of some school issues I've been having, but they're on their way to get posted!
Hopefully they'll be almost all out before june, but I won't make promises.
Just so that you know that your requests haven't been forgotten, here's a list of all requested Baldwin IV fics that I'm working on rn:
Reader sneaks into the battle of Montgisard to reunite with her husband
Reversed "sweetest of melodies" where Baldwin is the one singing
Labor and birth headcanons
Reader giving birth to triplets (will probably be a part 1 for the other following two)
Baldwin has to keep distance from his newborn children
Baldwin and reader spending time with their children
Baldwin falls in love with the bandit that kidnapped him
Baldwin comforting reader after a nightmare
General headcanons
Only case in which Baldwin would lash out at reader
Reader who loves math
Baldwin falling in love with a servant
These should be all, I really wanted to make this post to reassure those who have asked for these fics almost weeks ago, please bare with me I'm trying to write as quickly as possible without lowering the quality of my writingđđ
okay, I'm feeling angsty lately so here's am idea for all talented writers out there (could maybe be considered spoilers for the aot finale but idk so be careful):
Eren goes mad and wants to destroy everything after his s/o has died by the hands of Marleyans, kinda as if by losing them he lost his last hope in humanity.
idk guys I like suffering during the holidays (kinda like family dinners)
How would Baldwin react if reader got sick?
A/N: I'm loving all this king Baldwin enthusiasm, I've been waiting for this moment for ages omfg!!! (little 10 year old me is screaming now that I have the chance to write for my historical crush).
Btw I don't know if I should be making all the fancy set up for all headcanons of him (like, author's note, warning and painting), the last posts didn't have it because it didn't seem fit to me but you let me know
Psssst painting is "Paolo and Francesca" by Frank Dicksee
Warning: none, sickness maybe?
Oh boy
You wouldn't be able to leave your bed.
Sickness was a big deal back then, you could easily die form a cold, so ain't no way that he's taking any more risks.
To be honest the climate was less brutal in Jerusalem than Europe, which was even colder than modern times (and living in Switzerland I can assure you that it gets REALLY cold).
He would insist on keeping you in his quarters, always near his sight, and when he had to leave to attend to his royal duties you'd be surrounded by his best physicians to take care of you.
But he would like it best when he's the one tending to you, it's one of the most intimate moments he gets with his beloved
He'd use a wet cloth to clean your face of the sweat, gently caress your body while he orders to get some ice from his servants to cool your body down
Incense would fill the room to ease your mind and make the ambience more comfortable for you to rest
He'd love to bathe you, hold your weakened body as he frees you of that sickly sticky feeling that has been clinging to your body for the past days
It would take you some convincing to let him sleep with you in the same bed to be honest, as he would've been too scared to be that close to you while you're so weakened already
Because, what if in this state your body is so weak and ill already that it makes it easier for you to contract leprosy as well? He wouldn't survive the guilt of knowing that he'd be the cause of your demise
He would've only relented after seeing your pleading eyes, begging to have him close to you at night, to not be left alone, to not have to suffer his absence too
But all his worries would be washed away once he got to feel your body close to his once again, see your droopy eyes looking at him and your weak smile of gratitude for his closeness
Then, once you would've fallen asleep, he would hold you a close as possible, kissing your boiling hot forehead while he prayed God to let you live, to let you stay with him just a little longer
And he was sure his prayers had been listened once he wakes up to the sight of you, smiling at him with renewed strength, your body once again fresh to the touch
You were healed, and he couldn't have been more happy even if he'd woken up healed by leprosy himself
I love King Baldwin IV too! Such a deep and good soul! âșïž I love to imagine him with a charitable and loving woman, like the late and great Princess Diana. Someone beautiful but so soulful in how she gives love to the people. Running charities, visiting the orphanages and the sick and wounded; but still has a smile and comforting hand to give to others who need it. He deserves a Queen of caliber.
Oh for sure!! And the love he's getting lately is just what he deserves, he's the perfect example of how a good soul is far more worthy than a pretty face (even though I also find devilishly handsome but that's not the point).
I absolutely agree with you, that seems about the perfect match for him! I think he'd truly need to have someone with qualities close to his own in his life. Both in fiction and real life, he's always been surrounded by power-greedy people who stuck around just to try and get what they wanted, not do what was nest for the people and the kingdom.
He'd want complicity with his queen, he'd need to have someone who shares his values and puts them into action. They'd truly be the power couple of their time together.
Its from a character and an overall fandom I donât know how many people know about, but Iâm really passionate about it so I hope some of you will like it as well!Â
Iâm working on another fic right now, not giving any spoilers but itâs a request for Aang from AtLA for anyone curious hihihihi
The first fic came out a bit longer than I expected to, but it still didnât take me as long as I imagined so Iâll probably be able to post this other in no more than another day, but I canât make any promises.
Aaaaand thereâs nothing left to say I think, I wanna remind you all once again that my requests are open for your commissions and I wish you all a good day/night (gotta be night for me cuz itâs 3AM here đđđ)
How do you think Baldwin would react if reader got into a heated argument with someone to the point it was getting really bad?
A/N: eheheh I see you guys really yearn to see Baldwin losing his temper, huh?
I can't lie I've been thinking of a similar scenario too lately, I guess you can't help it when he's so perfect in every way, shape or formđ
Painting is "Orestes pursued by the Furies" by Adolphe William Bouguereau btw :))
Warning: mention of disrespect towards reader but nothing is actually specified!
He's intervening right away
He's got the wits to shut anyone's mouth, and he isn't afraid to embarrass whoever it is that is disrespecting his perfect wife
Whether it's a snide remark, a direct insult or an order for them to shut their mouths if they don't want any consequences for their outrageous behavior
If it got really really bad, like you said, I can actually see him lose his temper
Maybe the person arguing with you took it too far by directly insulting or belittling you, and that would cross the line for him
He'd jump up from his seat, pushing his chair down to the floor in the act, while looking dead in the eye unfortunate fool who dared to disrespect her highness the queen of Jerusalem
"If you dare to speak to your queen in such a tone again, your tongue will be your next meal!"
Everyone is shocked. You are shocked, his knights are shocked, your own rival is shocked (and mostly terrified)
Baldwin is a bit surprised with his own rush of wrath, too, but he doesn't give any hint of his surprise
While his servants waste no time putting his chair back in place, he keeps standing menacingly, eyeing the culprit of such blasphemy against his wife
After a few apologies from the person, Baldwin would hiss through gritted teeth: "It is the queen you have to apologize to, you miserable"
And that tone somehow manages to be even more threatening than his previous yelling, maybe because everyone knew that in that moment he was in his right state of mind, and that he was able to make whatever decision he wanted to punish the man before him, without ever regretting it
He wouldn't calm down until you give him a sign that everything's alright, then he'd drop the subject but it would still cling to him for the rest of the day
He loves you more than words can express, and he will never, ever be able to just stand silently there and observe someone disrespect you like that
A/N: guys Iâve still got a few pics that are coming out in this weekend, after those are out Iâll probably create a first masterlist!! Also, there are two series that are going to start in the near future, one for king Baldwin and another one for Countess Nadia so if youâre interested stay tuned!
P.S.: this time I don't know where the paining is from, so if you know whose artist is this from please tell me, I'd really appreciate the helpâșïž
Warning: angst, mentions of betrayal, SPOILERS for the PJO story (whether itâs books, series or movies). Oh and reader is described as female
I think Luke wouldâve been restless for weeks trying to figure out what to say to you when the time wouldâve come for him to reveal his secret alliance with Kronos, what words would be best fit to make the idea sound more appealing, to increase the chances of you joining him against the Olympians
But as much as he pondered his words, as much as he tried to convince himself that in the end youâd choose him, there was this feeling he had that you wouldnât follow him this time. And that made him spiral even further, made him try to push down the dooming feeling and focus instead on how to sound even more convincing, how to just get him to listen to him⊠or more precisely, listen to Kronos
But deep down, he knew that his choices were gonna make him lose you
Although at some point Luke finally seemed to realize that he got so lost in his own thoughts that he started neglecting you. Well, he didnât really realize it on his own, it was Connor who made him snap back to reality with his dumb jokes
âHey Luke you keep ignoring your girl and Iâm just gonna steal her away. Bet you wouldnât even notice huh.â Yeah he got a few slaps on the back of his neck for that
But Connorâs harmless words were not so wrong. He didnât even realize how long itâs been since he even talked to you properly other than kissing you good morning and goodnight
He didnât even realize how close the end of summer was getting, which, if he didnât succeed, mightâve been the last months the two of you would spend together
After a little pause to just panic and frantically walk around the Hermesâ cabin trying to make out what to do, he got an idea
Youâve always love theaters, not only to watch the plays, but also to bask in the atmosphere of it all
And he remembered that when he stumbled upon an abandoned theater in a town not too far from Camp
He knew right then and there that he was gonna take you there that night, so that you could forgive him for his absence and he could forget about the rest on the world and focus on you. Nothing else but you
It didnât take long for him to steal find a necklace that he knew you wouldâve loved to wear, a little trinket that would make him be always near to your heart, even when he wouldnât have been by your side anymore
He left it in a nice little box on your pillow, along with a little noteâŠ
Iâm sorry I disappeared, Iâll make it up to you I swear. Meet me at the forest tonight Iâm taking you to a place
Your mild disappointment in Lukeâs absence quickly morphed into curiosity as you held the note in you hand, holding the necklace close to your heart as you tried to fight back the smile at the thought of his mysterious surpriseÂ
Once you reached your rendezvous, he was already there, impatiently waiting for you, holding his hand out to you with an apologetic smile
The walk to the theater, which you still didnât know was your last stop, was about two hours long, and you mostly spend that time walking silently hand in hand, exchanging very few words
Silence wasnât anything new between you two, it was actually quite common for you to spend some silent, quality time in each otherâs company, with no sound but the world around you
But this time felt different, you could feel that his silence had ulterior motives other than the comfort of quietness
You asked him about it, and he brushed it off saying that his counselor duties have worn him out lately. It was the biggest lie he couldâve told you, but you didnât question the truth of his words
Because youâd trusted him completely since day one
It broke his heart even further to see how blindly you believed his excuses, so oblivious of the true reason behind his weird behavior. It made him wonder, how broken will you be when youâll find out the truth
For a moment though, even if brief, all his sorrows disappeared when you finally reached the grandiose abandoned theater, whose splendor still made it stand out despite years of neglect, and your eyes lit up like two new stars to be added to the night sky
You basically rushed him in at that point, earning a laugh from him as he followed you inside
Once you were right before the stage, he swiftly got on top of it before turning around and charmingly offering you his hand to help you up as well
He looked at you for a second, almost entering in a trance as he got lost in the sight of you. But once you called him out, he sheepishly laughed before moving to grab his phone in his pocket, putting some music on before placing it on the ground and turning once again towards you
He knelt before you dramatically, speaking with a mockingly resounding tone, "My lady, would you do me the immense honor of granting me this dance?" You just laughed and nodded
You both danced together, slowly swaying around the stage while holding each other close
You noticed that, as he smiled fondly at you, his smile didnât really reach his eyes
You wanted to believe what heâd told you, you really did. But there was this gut feeling in you that told you that there was something else going on
âYou sure everythingâs fine? You donât look like youâre just tired babe..â, âNo no Iâm fine, I swear it! I just⊠I need to be with only you right now.â
You spent so much time there together, that in the end it wouldâve been too tiring to go back to Camp straight away, so you opted to spend the rest of the night there
Well, more than opting to it was Luke who begged you to spend the night there with him, forget the rest, youâre both old enough to not have to respond to any of your godly parents
Thinking back to that day, you wonder if you shouldâve gotten worried at his bitter words against the gods, instead of simply taking it as his natural aversion to the Olympians
You fell asleep first, lying on the dusty, hard pavement, while Luke stroked your cheek lovingly, staring at your body with a look that heâd spared you the sight of
His heart was about to shatter into a million pieces, all because he knew that this mightâve been his last time spending the night with you, being this close to you
In less than a week, Percy and Annabeth were coming back to Camp, and if theyâd succeeded than it wouldnât take much for them to find out the truth about the theft of Zeusâ lightingÂ
And as much as he wanted to believe his own delusions that you were going to stay by his side through the whole things, he knew that would never be
And he tried, he really tried so hard to keep in his true emotions for the whole evening, but he couldnât take him anymore when he saw the necklace heâd gifted you just hours before around your neck
And the promise ring heâd given you on your first anniversary
And the little heart he drew on your arm the day before to annoy you
All little things that brought back the memories of almost four years heâd been with you. All memories of something that will soon end
It makes him wonder if youâll keep all his little gifts, or if youâll burn and rip and break everything that reminded you of him
He barely registered the tears that fell from his eyes as he held on to you for dear life as if youâd disappear if he didnât hold you firmly enough
His cries became more intense as time passed, but he remained careful not to be loud enough to wake you up from your slumber. It was a mixture of unintelligible declarations of love and apologies, that he repeated like a prayer
Because in the end, he was indeed praying
Praying for you to see the reasoning behind his actions, for you to realize that he was in the right and that you had to follow him in this revolutionÂ
And if you wouldnât grant him this wish, then at least he prayed youâd still harbor the same love that you felt for him for all these years, that you will someday be able to forgive him, leave a place for him into your heart
(this is a rant of mine that CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR ASRA'S ROUTE IN THE ARCANA, so read at your own risk)
So, Asra right? My first love interest in the game, the person that basically built my ideal type,.. him.
It is common knowledge in this fandom that his love for the MC is completely unending end unconditional, right?
Well, I might disagree.
This idea came to my mind a few days ago, and from then on I spent my days contemplating life in despair and depression at my realization.
Asra's love IS FUCKED UP and I think it is more of an addiction to the MC rather than pure, unconditional love.
Let me elaborate: first he loses his parents, then he finds Muriel but he still lives in fear of losing him every time he had to fight in the Arena, then he had you, who for about 6 years had stayed by his side, with no signs of leaving anytime soon.
He wanted you all to himself, the only thing that remained stable in his life. That is, until the plague. That's the time where the selfishness of the purpose of his actions really comes to light: he wants everything and everyone to be just as he wants.
I mean, let's face it, no matter how much he might have pleaded and begged you to come with him and leave the city, he still left you there, alone, risking your life,... just so that he could be safe. Screw where you were, he was sure that at the end of it all, you would've still been there, waiting for him.
Because out of all the people in his life, you were the only one that never left
But it all changes when Julian's letter reaches him, and he comes back to Vesuvia. And you're gone.
I really think that his grief was mostly due to the loss of something stable in his life, rather than the lost of the love of his life.
After all, it didn't take long for him to start a relationship with Julian, and I don't care if some might say that it's some sort of coping mechanism, if Asra was able to do it all while still working to get you back, hitting it with Julian knowing that he was gonna have you back soon... that's just fucked up.
Also, his protective tendencies when MC comes back are rather possessive in my opinion: he keeps you like a trophy inside the shop, while he keeps wandering around the world, fulfilling his own selfish desire to visit as much as he can, while still keeping you in your cozy place, inside the castle.
That is also the whole point of the Reversed Ending of his route, that he could consider his own happy ending: he has you, all to himself, forever.
I think that the best side of Asra comes out when you play the other routes, because he has to come to term with his own issues and with the fact that at this point he cannot keep you to himself anymore. And with time he'll come to realize that what he feels for you is more of a spiritual connection, probably thanks to your own aura and magic, rather than a real romantic connection.
That's it, thanks for coming to my ted talk babes
ouuu how would Baldwin be when jealous đ©also I love your writing
Heheheh the headcanons are hereee :3
I love your story of Apollo / Lestrage x reader, it was very cute, I hope Apollo manages to make his partner immortal (like Hercules / Heracles)
Thank you so much for the support, I must say I really didn't like it that much at first but I saw that it was really well perceived by you guys so thank youđđđ
Also, you'll get to find out reading the second part that I have posted just now, hope you'll like the ending ;)
NOT A REQUEST BUT HEAR ME OUT, THIS IS PURE BRAINROT
Having Baldwin with someone who's a knight, his face is pretty much as bad or even worse condition compared to the king himself so he covers it with his helmet. Idk i just keep imagining my knight OC carrying Baldwin around when the leprosy is acting up
Ohhh that's a nice concept!!
I'd like to think that having to grow up with leprosy and coming to terms with the damage it had caused him, Baldwin would be used to looking at people beyond their physical appearance.
It would honestly be an amazing dynamic, or at least I think so since I'm honestly a sicker for that knight + noble romantic trope.
Feel free to text me about your scenarios and your OC in the future, I'd love to hear more of your ideasđđ
18, She/Her, Architect in the making and fic writer in my free time :) REQUESTS ARE OPEN Masterlist
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