HEY GWORL GUESS WHO IT IS 💫. I'M BORED ASF DOING REVISION SO IMMA GIVE YOU A FIC PROMPT 😊😊
Okay so Baldwin doesn't realise this but he has severe separation anxiety from you, and one day you go away to visit a sick relative and he's so lonely all day and he's just mooching about the library and the stables etc etc. When you come back in the evening you realise just how much he missed you and you feel bad about leaving him and you both fall asleep curled up together 💗 (Also you don't HAVE to do this but when they're cuddling at the end of the day Baldwin's golden hair has to be out and you're running your fingers through it when you're reassuring him)
I KNOW YOU'RE SUPER BUSY SO PLZ IGNORE THIS IF YOU HAVE TO DW 🙏🙏
♡ Beautiful Boy - King Baldwin x Reader ♡
♡ Fluff ♡
A/N: Hello Maddy!! Thank you so much for the request girl this is so cute 😭. Havent heard from you for a while, I hope youre doing well 🩷! As always, this is based on the film Kingdom Of Heaven, not the real historical figures. Enjoy!
PS: F/n = Fathers name. I use that term in this oneshot 😅
TW: Leprosy, Separation Anxiety
It had been a few years since the marriage between the king of Jerusalem and the daughter of Lord f/n.
In the time the two had been married, there was rarely a day they spent apart. Every moment of each day was spent together, whether it be in conversation or comfortable silence.
Baldwin, who before his wedding was used to a life of solitude, welcomed the company with open arms. He loved having not just a wife, but a companion who he could share each and every one of his deepest thoughts with.
After so many years of being alone, he was finally whole. He adored being around y/n and she adored being around him. They were perfect for eachother.
But it was not until one day that the young king realized just how much the absence of his wife affected him. He knew that he missed her when she was gone, even if it was for only a few minutes. But he was not aware that her absence could possibly destress him until y/n’s father fell ill.
It was necessary that she went to see him, despite Baldwin not being able to attend by order of his physicians.
“I will be back before sundown” y/n told him with a smile as she mounted her horse.
“I promise you”
“Very well, just please be safe,” the young king replied.
Baldwin found himself fighting back tears as she rode off into the desert, leaving him to watch her disappear into the horizon. He thought about what to do while she was gone.
It was a slow day in the kingdom, not a whole lot to do. Usually on days like this, he and the queen would sit in their shared chambers, playing chess, reading together or just talking about anything.
But not today.
First, Baldwin headed for the library. He ascended the stairs, stopping a few times to catch his breath on account of the mask that restricted his breathing more than it already was.
Cursing under his breath, he finally made it to the library. Baldwin walked silently through the rows and rows of books, wishing that his wife was there to look with him.
Once or twice, he even caught himself calling out her name to come and see an interesting paper he found, only to be met with silence. With a heavy sigh, Baldwin began to descend the stairs once again after finding no cure to his loneliness amongst the books.
He went to the stables, the courtyard, even the kitchen before returning to his chambers after a few hours.
Taking a seat at his desk, the young king felt tears well in his eyes. He felt so alone without her. So anxious and strangely vulnerable. What was happening to him? A man should not rely so heavily on his wife for such things, but he did.
Baldwin pondered this for a while and just when he felt as if he would finally cry, the chamber doors opened and y/n entered the room with a smile.
“Hello darling, how was your day?” she asked cheerfully, putting her bag down.
Baldwin rushed to his wife, wrapping his arms around her neck and pulling her into a tight hug.
“Oh- you missed me did you?” she chuckled, startled by his sudden affection.
Baldwin did not reply, just hugged her tighter and squeezed his eyes shut. Y/n returned the hug, rubbing her husband's back gently. She reached up and pulled his veil off to reveal silky blonde curls before running her hand through them, scratching him behind the ear and over the scalp.
Baldwin groaned softly at the feeling of her hands working away the growing migraine in his head.
“It's getting late, why don't we get some rest hm?” y/n said softly, the young king only nodded in reply.
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Baldwin did not let go of his wife a single time as they were getting ready for bed. He was either holding her hand or resting his chin on her shoulder, so y/n never got more than a foot away before he was back by her side.
It was amongst this and his greeting that made y/n realize he had missed her much more than she believed he would. Baldwin had always been somewhat clingy but this hurt her heart. He was so deeply attached to her that it made her never wanted to leave his side again.
Once in bed, Baldwin was very quick to snuggle into his wife.
“You missed me today huh?” y/n said gently, running her fingers through his hair.
Baldwin nodded.
“I missed you too, my love. But I am back now, and I will always come back. No matter how long I'm gone”.
The young king looked up at his wife and smiled. She loved seeing his smile without the mask. He had the cutest little smile and his bright blue eyes always glowed when he looked at her.
Y/n kissed her husband's forehead, pushing a golden curl away from his eye. She cupped his mottled face in her hand. In return, Baldwin nuzzled his cheek into her palm, looking up at her with a dreamy smile.
“You're so beautiful Baldwin” she whispered. “My beautiful boy”
“I love you y/n” the young king said, the dreamy smile never once leaving his face.
“I love you too Baldwin. And I always will”.
Y/n held her husband close to her that night as he dozed off to sleep in her arms. She waited until he was fast asleep before closing her eyes, just to ensure that he was alright.
Before long, both the young king and queen were sleeping peacefully, curled up together in each other's embrace.
actually, he hates getting hurt at all. he hates the smell of antiseptic and he hates the way it burns and he hates needles, god, he really hates needles.
it’s just that going to the med wing is worse. it’s one thing getting a little scuffed up out in the field and having seoah out there to patch him up, but another altogether to be inside the agency and have to go there. surrounded by pristine white and surgical tools and an unshakable, undefinable feeling of dread.
maybe it’s because of that dream he keeps having, about the white room and the people outside the door that he never sees. the feeling of dread is the same.
today, all of his medic friends are out in the field or otherwise preoccupied-- not that he has many medic friends, because they kinda squick him out just on account of their job being what it is, but he has some.
seoyun is not one of his medic friends, but he’s his medic something. maybe he can’t even say that. seoyun has made it very clear that they are nothing, and really, if what seoyun told him is true, it’s his own fault.
no, they aren’t nothing. they’re something, even if that something is enemies. jj knew it from the moment he saw seoyun after he arrived at meia: some strong feeling in his gut that he couldn’t put a name to. several people in meia claimed to know him and he felt little to nothing looking at them; he had to take most on their word alone, but with some he felt familiarity. with seoyun he just felt strange, and seoyun was so hostile. with some observation, jj learned seoyun wasn’t particularly friendly to anyone, but he had some special acrimony reserved for jj.
they were something.
eventually he asked, and seoyun told him: they were something-- never in title, but something nonetheless --back at seaside, before jj left him for someone else. he knew then, what the feeling was: sadness, confusion, and the fear that comes with fondness that will never really leave.
the feelings are like ghosts, though, remnants of past lives that rear their head every now and again, haunting him. most of the time, he can pretend they’re not there. sometimes he barely feels any of it, but today is one of the days he isn’t so lucky.
( tw: blood )
he walks into the med wing, clutching a towel over his finger he cut while chopping vegetables of all things. the place is dead, which is probably a good thing, unless everybody that was here is dead too. none of it makes him feel better, though, and seeing seoyun and only seoyun in here makes the dread worse.
everything feels worse today. this place feels too small and he feels dizzy and he hasn’t lost enough blood to blame it on that.
right. the blood. he looks down at the cloth in his hand, growing redder by the second, and calls, “seoyun.”
( /end tw )
“hi,” jj sighs once he has his attention, and today, seeing seoyun hurts the part of him that still remembers.
