Saladin is coming back from a battle, absolutely tired, probably grumpy, the reader comes to cuddle him as he goes to bed hehehe (based on @somethingstrangeishere art hehehehe)
♡ My Comfort - Saladin x Reader ♡
♡ Fluff ♡
A/N: Hey girl, this request is adorable omg I had to do it first. I have been dying to write this one since you sent it in 🩷😭. As always, this is based on the film Kingdom Of Heaven, not the real historical figures. Enjoy!
It was late afternoon when y/n received the news that her husband would be returning from battle that day. His army had been defeated by Jerusalem and word had already begun to spread around the kingdom.
From every corner of the castle, the young queen could hear servants whispering about the defeat. She knew how disappointed Saladin would be and the last thing he needed was to overhear some maid gossiping about his capability as sultan.
She along with the servants awaited their arrival outside the palace.
As one by one the men and their horses came into view, y/n anxiously scanned the crowd for her husband. Relief washed over her as she watched him dismount his horse, staggering a bit as he did.
The young queen ran to him, tears welling in her eyes at finally seeing him again. The moment he saw her, the sultan's heart relaxed for the first time in weeks as he fell into her arms.
They embraced for a long while as others bustled around, paying them no mind.
Saladin rested his forehead against his wife's shoulder, struggling to keep himself upright from exhaustion. Being back in her presence was what he had craved for the entire time he was gone.
“I'm so glad you're safe” y/n spoke softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
The sultan, being too tired to even speak, simply nodded in reply.
“Let's get you inside” she added, placing a hand on the small of her husband's back to guide him gently into the building.
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Once inside the royal chambers, y/n ran a warm bath as Saladin sat down groggily on the edge of their shared bed, removing his dirty clothes slowly.
The queen helped him into the bath and began to wash his hair, gently massaging the tension from his aching temples. The sultan sighed as warm water washed over his face, a few times almost dozing off only to be jolted awake again by the sudden image of the horrors seen in battle.
Each time, his wife would soothe him, reassuring him that he was safe now and there was nothing to worry about.
Y/n helped her husband out of the bath, drying him gently with a soft towel. She ran the towel over his face, cupping his cheek in her hand.
“You're so beautiful, habibi” the young queen said, gazing into his eyes with only pure adoration in her heart.
Saladin smiled for the first time in what felt like months, his tired eyes looking into hers. He had missed her so deeply, he had yearned for her every second they were appart. The pain he felt from her absence resulted in only a few silent tears as he had stared blankly into a dying fire.
And now she was here, right in front of him. Finally.
Saladin was more than relieved to finally lay his aching body into the comfort of a warm bed. Y/n tucked him in before climbing into the bed herself.
She opened her arms, gesturing for him to cuddle against her chest. The sultan smiled wearily and eagerly accepted the offer. Y/n stroked his still slightly damp hair softly, running her fingers through his dark curls.
“You need not give up on yourself, my dear” the queen said gently.
“You are a brilliant and powerful sultan, I know how strong you are. Please do not allow this to defeat you” she paused to press a kiss to his forehead.
“I love you so much habibi, never forget that”.
Saladin shut his eyes tightly, fighting back tears at her lovely words.
“You always know just what to say” he whispered, y/n could hear his voice trembling. She smiled down at him as he buried himself against her chest.
Her heart ached for him.
Her powerful husband lying broken in her arms, stifling tears like a frightened child trying to appear strong.
“You do not need to be strong for me, my love. Allow yourself to let go of your pain” y/n whispered.
Almost as soon as the words left her lips, Saladin’s silent tears turned to broken sobs. The young queen held him as he cried, rocking him back and forth gently all the while stroking his hair.
A few minutes passed before the sultan’s sobs died down. It wasn't long before he was deeply asleep, worn out completely.
Y/n smiled at her husband's form. She missed the feeling of him laying beside her at night. The room felt so cold and quiet without him. She would never admit this out loud but he looked adorable when he slept.
Buried comfortably into the soft of his wifes nightdress, snoring a little with his lips parted. It was rare that y/n saw him at such peace.
Pretty soon, the young queen joined her husband in rest. Neither of the two left each other's embrace for the entire night.
☆ Headcanons: Saladin x Reader - Reader With "Cinnamon Roll But Can Kill You" Energy ☆
☆ Headcanons ☆
A/N: This is the second part to a headcanons request sent in by an Anon! I will tag Baldwin's version here if you want to read that as well! As always this is based on the film Kingdom Of Heaven, not the real historical figures. Enjoy!
TW: Mentions Of Violence
Saladin had no idea what to expect when he was to be wed to you.
He had been given many missed signals about you and felt as if he was going into the marriage completely blind.
You wore a burqa to the wedding, so he didn't see your face until the evening
But when he did, it was well worth the long wait.
You were beautiful. But not just beautiful, adorable
You had the kindest eyes he had ever seen and your personality matched all the same.
You were so graceful and warm, so gentle with the softest touch he had ever felt.
How could you possibly be anything like how others described you??
And he thought you were some “sadistic” woman who loved attending private executions for fun!
For the first few weeks, everything was amazing.
You were so sweet to him and he loved every moment
Until one day, Saladin and a few other royal officials were enjoying lunch in the courtyard when you burst through the outside door, dragging a disheveled and bleeding man by the collar behind you.
Everyone was immediately concerned and rushed to their feet as the guards seized the man.
“Habibti, what happened?!” Saladin asked urgently, being unable to tell if the blood on your face was yours or the mans.
He cupped your cheeks in his hands, looking you over for any injuries, but he could not find a single one.
“I am alright habibi, no need to worry!” you reassured him with a kind smile.
You explained that you had caught this man sneaking around the palace and he made the mistake of trying to attack you.
Your husband wrapped you in his arms and sighed with relief at your safety before questioning how you managed to take down a fully grown man on your own.
You rubbed his back soothingly, leaving him to question further how someone so gentle could be so strong?
But still, he was incredibly grateful for you. Especially upon the discovery that the man was a spy who could have found valuable information if it wasn't for you.
Just when he thought he could not possibly love you anymore, you go ahead and capture a spy!
He truly could not possibly be more grateful for you and makes sure to show it plenty <3
May I request general romance Headcanon with Salahuddin? Thank you very much👉👈
☆ Headcanons: Romance - Salahuddin x Reader ☆
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A/N: Hello Anon, youre most welcome for accepting the request, thank you for sending it in 😊. This is my first Salahuddin request and I'm looking forward to seeing how people will react to my take on him. As always, this is based on the film Kingdom Of Heaven and not the real historical figures. Enjoy!
PS: Quick disclaimer, I am Catholic and do not know an awful lot about Islam so please go easy on me, I will do my best 🫶.
Personally, I think he would be rather serious, yet gentle when it comes to romance.
He would want to provide the absolute most for you and make sure you are spoilt with everything he can provide.
His main goal is to provide for you and cherish you to the absolute most.
You are his whole world and anything he can do to make you feel loved will not go unnoticed.
Gifts are constant. Especially jewelry.
He thinks you are the most beautiful thing in the world and for that, you are for his eyes only.
He just loves having you all to himself, knowing that he is the only man in the world to experience your beauty makes it better.
In the beginning, it took a little bit to get him to open up to you. Since you are his wife, his obligation is to be strong for you but you were determined to see his soft side (which he does have one, it is just well hidden).
Acts of service seem like his kind of love language.
You never have to do anything yourself, he will arrange it to be done for you.
But since you are his wife, you are expected to follow his rules.
Showing obedience to him is a way of showing your love and support so naturally, it just makes him love you even more.
He loves how despite the fact you are both royalty, that you always keep your shared chambers clean and tidy.
But honestly the thing he would love most about you has to be your touch
To him, there is nothing better than your soft, feminine touch. There is just nothing like it.
He is so grateful to have a wife like you, you are perfect. The two of you are vastly different but he loves that about you.
You are so graceful and kind, he feels entirely blessed to have someone like you in his life <3
Can I request salahuddin and reader? It doesn’t have to be a ship just like a reaction really. I want the reader to be from another religion and she’s like really wild and like a troublemaker! Quite loud too! Like quite the opposite of salahuddin! I know it sounds crazy but I’m just very curious! Anyways love your work !!! <3
☆ Headcanons: Salahuddin x Outgoing Reader ☆
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A/N: Hello Anon! Thank you for the request, I'm so glad you love my work! I do enjoy it when I get Salahuddin requests, I dont get many of them but when I do, I love it! I decided to do headcanons because I just thought it was better to get in more ideas out than a fic.
Also I hope you don't mind Anon but I made it a ship.. I couldn't help myself, it's such a cute dynamic. As always, this is based on the film Kingdom Of Heaven, not the real historical figures. Enjoy!
Okay to set the scene, you were the daughter of a powerful lord. A lord from a far away country looking to make a residence in the holy land in hopes of finding his daughter (you) a husband.
When Salahuddin first met you, he did not like you very much. Simple as that.
He thought you were immodest and loud.
However, after a little while of being around you he grew quite fond of you.
You weren't just loud, you were actually pretty fun to be around. And funny too.
More than once he had to stop himself from laughing at a comment that you made or a dumb joke.
You noticed this and made it your personal goal to make him lighten up a bit.
You were quite the trouble maker too. Always getting into something or getting into a fight with somebody.
He thought you were interesting. Things seemed much brighter around you for some reason that he could not quite place.
Salahuddin didn't know how to feel about you. He tried his best to be annoyed by your presence but your personality was far more vibrant than anybody he had ever met before.
He simply could not feel any negative emotions towards you. No matter how hard he tried.
No doubt he had taken a liking to you, but just how much he liked you and why wasn't evident until passing through the market with you, your father and a few other royal officials.
After being caught stealing from a market stall, the owner (who did not recognise his king at the time) looked at him and yelled to “control your wife”. Salahuddin did not correct the angry man and simply apologized, pulling you away quickly.
He could not stop thinking about it for the rest of the day. You as his wife. Why didn't he correct the man? What was happening to him?
You were far too “untamed” to be a wife and you were not Muslim. It was just not possible.
But still, you stayed in his mind for the rest of the day.
This was obvious to you. You noticed that he was very quiet, especially around you and seemed to be in deep thought for a long while.
It had occurred to you that he did not correct the man at the market, perhaps that meant something?
You liked him, that's for sure. You liked how he tried so hard not to like you, it was oddly endearing for some reason. You couldn't quite put your finger on it.
That night, he couldn't sleep. You consumed his mind entirely.
There was something about you. Something that he tried so hard to ignore, but it wouldn't go away.
After hours of tossing and turning, he couldn't take it anymore and went to find you.
He knew you stayed up late every night, messing around with whatever you could get your hands on.
He found you in the courtyard, halfway up a palm tree (??) for whatever reason. You never ceased to surprise him, he liked that.
Noticing him standing there, you jumped down from the tree and greeted him cheerfully.
The two of you took a walk around the courtyard, this was the first time you had been alone together.
“I could get used to this” he had thought.
You were your usual energetic self, even in the dead of night you were as colorful as ever.
You spoke of many things together, including how your father had not yet found somebody for you to marry and how you wished that somebody would ask you instead of him trying to find someone.
As you said that, you looked up at him with a small smile that caused his heart to flutter slightly. This time, he didn't fight it.
You both talked for what felt like hours until Salahuddin suggested you both get some rest. You declined the offer but said that he was more than welcome to leave whenever he wished.
He simply smiled and told you goodnight before returning to his chambers.
He slept peacefully that night with the decision made that the following day, he would ask for your hand in marriage.
