(Lamb of God, who takes away the sins of the world, have mercy on us)
dni if you..
-are disrespectful about God/Jesus
-are misogynistic, trans/homophobic, racist..
-can’t accept opinions that aren’t yours
-are disrespectful online or irl (just be nice? It’s not that hard)
God wants us to be good to eachother no matter what. All of us commit sin, no one is better than the other and people should be more kind and patient with others ESPECIALLY online🤍
The amount of blasphemy I have seen on Tumblr recently makes me sick..what is it about people wanting to sexualise celibate members of the church or certain religious practices esp. of the Catholic Church?
It is so hard to be patient with people spreading hypocrisy, wanting to be treated with respect and disrespecting others what is even going on? What happened to bilateral respect?
You are the one I’d come looking for. Over and over and over again
A/N: I am SO sorry for this but I can’t believe I’ve never seen a fanfic like this so I took it upon myself to write it. No beta reading or editing. We die like..nevermind
TW: angst, hurt and comfort, leprosy? No one is dying!!
People had thought her foolish for longer than she could think.
A pretty, young maiden from a good house, wealthy parents with political influence others could only dream of and yet she had chosen to marry a leper.
The king of Jerusalem was well known around nobility for more than just that of course, having won the battle of Montgisard against the Arabs at such young age seemed like a miracle from God above.
Even before that she had been by his side and it was not the fortunes, glory or status that had interested her which would no doubt be beneficial side effects of being married to him.
No young woman in her right mind would have willingly accepted the hand of a man doomed and she could hardly blame them.
Her parents had approved of the marriage as their hands were bound, depending on trade offers and the generosity of the holy land for their own existence.
Even then, when the letter from the court of Jerusalem had arrived they had been worried about the future of their darling girl.
Everyone had been, even nobility from far away and the news of King Baldwins marriage had spread quickly and then the whispering began.
She had never been bothered by the likes of them, faithful to her new husband who treated her with utmost care, she had everything she could have ever asked for and more.
He was a good man, gentle and wise for his age and he was grateful she had accepted his hand in marriage, he would have been a fool to not treat her well.
To him it was more than a political match propagating his strength to the outside kingdoms and his own.
To him this young woman was home, acceptance and love.
Despite all this their marriage was a slightly unusual one.
They had never been able to kiss nor were they able to consummate the marriage in a way deemed proper, the king refusing to risk contagion and his physicians agreed with him.
Despite all this she had never minded the lack of physicality in their marriage all that much.
She cared about him in a way that was beyond desires of the flesh, what they shared came close to holiness.
They talked a lot, shared poems and stories when she would caress his bandaged hands.
She would spend the late evenings in their shared chambers, after a tremendous amount of convincing, finally applying ointments to his sore, blistered skin to help it slow the spreading.
She would caress his bare back with fingers gentle as if she feared he would disappear into thin air, like a vision or a daydream, is she dared touching him too firmly.
In their eyes those sacred moments were almost enough but of course even the fate of the most pure could be harsh more often than not.
It started with a pale rash on her side, right over her ribs.
At first she had been sure it had come from spending too much time in the stables, perhaps she had been bitten by an insect.
Then one night when she had just finished brushing her hair before going to bed she noticed the tingling numbness in her fingers and feet.
It started slowly, like tiny ants crawling over her skin, not painful but the recognition was and she could feel her heart drop.
Though it wasn’t herself she feared for.
Baldwin let his best physicians be called to their shared chambers immediately.
After the three men had taken a look at her, whispering in a foreign language with their eyes drooped with worry and told them how deeply sorry they were the young king wished for his instant death.
He had always had a hard time being kind to himself, never to others but the wave of agony that rolled over him threatened to swallow him whole, burning like a demonic fury.
Her own eyes brimmed with tears and she sat up after the physicians had left, so frightened for her husband who was now sitting on the edge of the bed, his masked face buried in his hands with his shoulders trembling.
There was no use denying that she had caught the disease.
It was only a matter of time, she is playing with fire, others had whispered behind her back when they thought she wasn’t listening.
“Baldwin..” crawling up on the bed right behind him she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
The gesture that had comforted him even in his worst moments now seemed to shatter his heart even more so.
“I have been so foolish..my beautiful, beautiful angel” he whispered, his voice dying in his throat and when he raised his head his eyes were flooded with tears.
He was trembling as he spoke and she was frightened as he nearly seemed mad with grief.
“You should have never come here..I should have never asked anyone, you, to put themselves in danger for my foolishness. If the Lord wants to punish me so be it but why would he wish to punish you of all people? When it was I who was selfish?”
She only noticed that she too was crying when she tasted the salt on her lips, wiping it with shaking fingers.
“Do not say such things..you are not selfish, nor foolish. It was I who made the decision to accept the offer to marry you with the pain and dangers that I was warned of. And I swear to you that even now I do not regret our vows, a single day or night we spent together”
Reaching out for him he cupped his cheek, a pained smile gracing her features in the soft candle light of his chambers.
“Please do not blame yourself my love. I am not scared of my fate but I am scared of losing you, whether it be to grief or shame. I beg of you, don’t leave me now”
There had never been a moment where Baldwin had to fight against contempt for himself as in this very moment.
He disdained himself for causing her to share his fate when he should have been the one to be level headed, keeping a distance for her own safety when in reality he was the one searching for her warmth like a frightened little boy.
Now there was no use avoiding her, he recognised with bitterness seeping like pus from an open wound.
Now it was too late, the die had been cast but all words of comfort, an apology he could have offered her seemed to be worthless now and he knew this sweet, innocent girl would not hear it.
How wonderfully stubborn she could be sometimes, with too much love to give and headstrong to a point where it was almost unbecoming for a woman but he wouldn’t have it any differently.
“Come now” she murmured, shuffling on the bed to slip underneath the covers.
The silken sheets were cool against her skin and a part of her wondered for how long she would be able to feel them at all.
She pulled him in as she did every night since they had exchanged their vows, his head resting against her shoulder and she caressed his soft hair soothingly.
“The promise of God is not that He will never give us more weight than we want to carry. The promise of God is that He will never put more on us than we can bear.”
Her voice was so soft as she spoke, without a tremor and she was not scared anymore.
Not for herself nor for him, not when God was watching over them, not when her love for him burned stronger than ever and she could feel his heart beating, so alive and warm in his chest.
“Let us not waste the precious time we have..not a second”
This was something the young king could not disagree with and how eager he was for her comfort if that meant to comfort her.
Now he had to be strong for her sake when she needed him now more than ever before, and she was right.
The promise of God is that He will never put more on us than we can bear, no matter how heavy the burden can be in the darkest times.
He shuddered when he felt her gentle fingers sliding the silver mask off his face as she had done many times before but something about it now felt different.
His eyes were wide, still glossy and red, his face scarred severely but she could only see the man she loved more than anyone or anything.
They looked at each other for what felt like hours, the fingers of one hand entwined, the other on each others cheek, stroking over skin, gently brushing a strand of hair behind one’s ear.
She was the one to lean in first and to him the feeling of her soft lips on his, for the first time ever felt like he was being reborn.
The kiss was clumsy with inexperience but it could not have been more raw and honest.
She kissed him like she didn’t care about his disfigured lips and he kissed her like it was the last thing he would ever do.
Both of them kissed like they had been starving for this and now there was nothing left to lose and by the end of the kiss both of them were crying.
A soft sob rose in his chest, fading into a huffed out laugh and he seemed drunk with fondness for her.
She only smiled, wiping his tears as he wiped hers before leaning in again to kiss her warm, soft lips once more with more urgency this time, in disbelief that he would get to experience something like this after all.
Something that made him feel less alone, more like any normal young man instead.
A wave of warmth flooded him when he felt a small, soft hand slip underneath his nightgown, resting on his bare stomach and when he pulled away from the kiss, his cheeks flushed he recognised the desire in her eyes.
Honest and playful as she was and despite his nervously racing heart he gave her the most timid nod.
There was no fear within either of them now, uncertainty perhaps and pain surely, worry about what the future might bring but they had each other after all.
Each other and a life time left to love, however long that might be.
I see you wanted some request... May i suggest Baldwin laying his head on reader's lap and sharing a romantic moment? Maybe reader reading some poetry for Balwin and some soft kissses in his gloved hand. Just if you want, of course.
Have a nice day ♡
Shallows
A/N: This is inspired by the song “Shallows” by Daughter just in case you wanna listen to it! Also the poem is a shortened version of “Anim Zemirot” which is a Jewish liturgical poem. I thought it fit nicely cause often the love we share with others brings us closer to God and sometimes God reflects in other people to bring out the best in us🤍
The stifling Jerusalem heat was something she would surely never get used to.
She was born in a place far from the holy land, raised in a land that was so far she doubted she’d ever see it again.
A land where snow would fall and cover the mountains and endless meadows in a thick coating of white.
Sometimes she missed her home which now seemed impossibly far away, and everything in her new home couldn’t have been more different.
The first few months she had cried a lot, she had been homesick to a point where she could hardly eat, unsure about her fate of being the new queen of the kingdom of heaven.
It was such a heavy weight that lasted upon her shoulders at such a young age.
It was burden that threatened to crush her whenever she would wake in the mornings and yet, when she thought the sun would never rise for her again, a single ray of light made its way into her heart.
Her husband had always been so gentle and patient with her, coaxing her out of her shell when she shut herself away, bringing a small tray of her favourite cakes and spiced tea into her room.
He was so gentle, so kind and fair and so different from what her mother had told her about the ways of men.
He was exactly what a king should be and there had been so many before him, older and more experienced too but their glory faded in comparison to Baldwin.
She had never minded that he was sick, a part of her hoping he would leave her alone to lament his fate and yet she found herself to be pleasantly surprised when he didn’t.
It had taken time for her to get used to his presence and the duties that came with being a queen but she would have been a fool to keep him on a distance forever.
She simply couldn’t.
Not when he would sit by the side of her bed when she refused to leave her chambers for the first week, not when he would never raise his voice or have any demands other than to at least try to give this new life a chance.
A hour of him sitting on the edge of her bed had soon turned into more.
Spending the evenings playing chess or visiting the gardens at sundown, talking of books from lands far away, myths and stories or battles that had been fought long ago.
She simply couldn’t keep this gentle and soft-spoken young man at arms length.
One night however he didn’t come to her chambers.
She waited for the sun to set but even then, no trace of him.
Perhaps he had grown tired of her stubbornness.
Perhaps he had grown tired of her self pity?
And how could he not?
His fate was much more agonising than hers, his existence was a matter of life and death every day, only alive and breathing by the grace of god.
She felt like a fool to cause such an ordeal in front of the man who suffered each day, bearing his cross yet being so kind to her.
She was tossing at turning in her bed.
It was hot and the silken sheets that wrapped around her body so softly even felt too heavy at this point, too hot, too tight.
It was no use crying now, she decided chewing on the inside of her cheek thoughtfully while slowly climbing out of her bed.
The marble floor was pleasantly cold underneath her bare feet as she slipped through the darkened hallways of the palace, quiet as a cat, a burning candle in one hand a book in the other.
She knew the way to Baldwins chambers.
He had shown her on the first day she arrived, explaining she would be welcome at any time of day or night no matter the reasoning.
And this reasoning was very important, she was sure.
She would head inside and apologise.
She would apologise and ask if she could read to him the way he had read to her so often.
She would say how sorry she was for being so ignorant and selfish, how she was sure she would do her very best from now on to be a proper queen and wife.
However as soon as she knocked softly and slipped past the guards with an apologetic smile the words died in her throat.
His chambers were dimly lit by candles, a faint trace of sandal wood lingering in the air.
Here it was cooler than elsewhere in the palace, to help his weary lungs breathe.
He was laying in bed, on his back.
His hands were freshly bandaged, his face too now that he was not wearing a mask and she could smell the herbal ointments.
Quietly she stepped closer but still he noticed her, raising his head as his eyes widened and she was sure had never seen a man this worried in her life.
“I am so truly sorry I was not able to visit you my beautiful darling”
When he spoke she had to step even closer to hear his voice, so soft and quiet that it easily could have passed as a hushed wind.
“I have developed a fever, nothing grave yet my physicians refuse to let me leave my chambers” he explained, a sorrowful look on his face.
“I had sent for a servant to inform you about the situation..did no one tell you at all?”
In that moment all of her hesitance, fear and standoffish thoughts melted away and instead her heart soared with an unfamiliar feeling.
It had first started faintly in her stomach when he would offer her his arm in the gardens a while ago but this was a much more intense feeling.
So intense it almost hurt yet in such a strangely beautiful way and she could feel the tears stinging in her eyes.
“Please do not apologise..it is I who should tell you how sorry I am” her voice was a mere whisper, strained and she licked her lips to wet them before slowly climbing into his bed, so careful not to hurt him.
She looked up, facing the guards by the door.
“Please leave us”
She rarely ever addressed them but now she did, her timid voice so loud against the quiet of his chambers that it nearly startled her.
Baldwin seemed curious by the way she was behaving and even more so when she spoke again as soon as the guards had left and closed the heavy door behind them.
“I want to apologise” she started quietly but her voice got more sure the more she spoke.
“I want to apologise for having been so difficult when I know you are feeling much worse than I. I have never wanted to be a burden to you or make your days more difficult than they are already”
When she had first started talking she avoided his gaze but now she looked at him, truly, for the first time ever and despite the fact she could only see his eyes she knew underneath the bandages he was smiling.
“An angel sent from heaven could never be a burden to me” he whispered back, reaching out to place his bandages hand on hers so very softly.
Her vision became blurry with tears and yet she smiled, gently squeezing his hand back and oh how she thanked the almighty to have given her a husband as gentle and righteous as hers.
She slipped underneath the covers, nuzzling into him hoping he could forgive her but the way he held her close made her feel like there was nothing to forgive at all.
After a short while they had settled in comfortably and now it was her turn to return all the affection, love and care he had showered her with in the last few weeks.
His head was heavy, resting in her lap and his eyes were shut as she gently traced her fingers over his bandages face, every now and then raising his hand to her lips to kiss it.
A fever was always worse at night but she hoped her presence would bring him at least a small sense of comfort, even if it was the least she could do.
Her plan however seemed to work just fine, his breathing slower, less laboured and his limbs had relaxed, his free arm wrapped around her as if he were scared she would leave.
She wouldn’t, never again.
“Would you like me to read to you? I finished one of the books you gifted me and when I read one poem I was reminded of you” she admitted, somewhat glad the dimly lit room disguised the flushing cheeks that came with how she hated herself emotionally.
She wasn’t worried he would make fun of her though, he never had made her feel uncomfortable and now it was on her to make him feel just as safe.
His response was a faint nod and a whisper, his blue eyes opening and he looked at her with so much adoration that she could feel her heart ache once more
“Yes please..”
She was eager to comply, not wasting a second she straightened up a little, opening the book she had brought, flipping through the pages until she found what she had been looking for.
With care she tilted the book in a way for the torches on the walls to hit the paper in a way that would make it possible for her to read.
When she did, her voice was quiet and she made no pause, only rubbing his hand through the bandages.
The way he squeezed her hand back made her stomach flutter, sure that he could feel her touch.
“Melodies I weave, songs I sweetly sing; longing for Your Presence, to You I yearn to cling.
In Your shelter would my soul delight to dwell, to grasp Your mystery, captured by Your spell.
Thus I glorify You in speech as in song, declaring with my love: to You do I belong.
The scope of your greatness and he marvel of Your strength are reflected in Your actions all described at length.
Youth and force in battle, old age on judgment day; like a seasoned warrior, with strength He clears the way.
He wears triumph as a helmet on His head, His power and holiness have stood Him in good stead.
May my prayer rise to the Creator of the miracle of birth, Master of beginnings whose might and justice fill the earth.
May You find sweet and pleasing my prayer and my songs; my soul goes out in yearning, for You alone it longs.”
Silence stretched out near torturously when she had finished reading and neither of them said a word.
She felt embarrassed all of the sudden, awkward having read a poem filled with devotion and yearning such as this, both for him and for God but when she looked down into his face all of those feelings faded.
His eyes were open, glossy with adoration and a sheer layer of tears and she could have sworn she had never seen a sight this beautiful.
No matter the illness, no matter the bandages and physical fragility that seemed to drain him, none of that could take his beauty away.
His voice broke when he spoke and she was so taken aback it took her a moment to recognise his words were a quote from the poem she had read
“..declaring with my love: to You do I belong..this poem is about the Lord is it not?”
She smiled faintly, shutting the book as she placed it down on the small table next to the bed.
“It is..it reminded me of you. Of how brave and good you are and I cannot help but feel as if the Lord wanted us to cross paths. Your love turns me into a better person Baldwin. When I am with you I feel as close to him as I have ever felt before”
His hand squeezed hers just a little tighter and he took a deep breath before he continued
“Sometimes I cannot comprehend the Heavenly Father and his mysterious ways. I used to think my illness was a way for him to punish me, scorn me for my sins but how could I ever doubt his justness, his everlasting grace and love when he granted me the time I get to spend with you?”
Thinking about writing headcanons and mayhaps some short fanfics for Baldwin? I’m just thinking about it so far but I’d really appreciate some requests just to get some inspo😭
