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i know ur not really taking murder drones requests BUT HEAR ME OUT:

Flirty reader with V but V is being a tsundere

I'm taking any request in general so..if you want more don't be afraid to ask!! HEH [tiktok smirk] but guess who just made..and posted ur request ALSO. TYSM for requesting something I really appreciate it

v x reader ∠( ᐛ 」∠)_

𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. // 𝑾.𝑪 1.9𝒌

— feat. Tsundere Disassembly drone V x Flirty worker drone reader

synopsis. Reader makes V agree to go on a date with them even though V treats the reader poorly despite secretly liking them back.

— content warning. kissing!! v being extremely (sorta) rude to reader and the reader making lots of suggestive jokes..not that bad guys I PROMISE.

— authors note. This was a request sent by anon, again THANK YOU SO MUCH for requesting a x reader..ilsym I hope its to ur liking I struggled just a tad with it. (there might be some spelling errors I didn't catch soso)

"Ugh, not again." V grumbled as she saw you approaching her with a stupid grin on your face. She was sitting casually on one of the desks in a deserted classroom, one leg hanging off as she tapped away at her phone. Her other friends had all cleared out for "lunch," leaving her alone with you.

"Why hello there, V! Hard at work, I see?" You said with a wink. She rolled her bright optics in response.

"What do you want now, drone?" V said with disdain, not even bothering to look up from the conversation she was having with Lizzy on her phone. She was always busy, whether with school or just goofing off with friends. But you were a persistent pest that just didn't know when to quit bothering her; in reality, she didn't mind at all; she liked having you near, but the thought of her liking you like that irked her a bit.

"Aw, don't be like that, V.., I just wanted to come to admire the view from up close," you said as you leaned in casually against the edge of the desk, just a bit closer than personal space allowed.

V scoffed derisively. "Don't you have some bolts to tighten up or something??"

Undeterred, you simply smiled wider, eternally charmed by her prickly demeanor. "Oh, I do love it when you talk dirty to me."

V finally looked up from her phone, swinging her legs off the desk in one fluid motion as she rose to her full, intimidating height, towering over you authoritatively. "Listen here, screw loose. I am not interested; I will never be interested, and if you don't leave me alone right now, I'll turn you into a tasty snack. Got that?" Her eyes bore into yours with fiery intensity.

You held V's intense gaze calmly, unperturbed by her threat. "A tasty snack, huh? Well, you do always look delicious yourself.”

"You just don't know when to quit, do you? Y/N?" She sneered, though the edge in her voice had softened slightly.

"What can I say? I'm devoted to my cause."

V hesitated, “Tch, you're hopeless. Scram before I tear you to shreds." She turned away with a huff, hiding her smirk.

You grinned, knowing you were getting under her plating just as you wanted, even if she liked to pretend otherwise. "Aw, don't be like that, ViVi; you know, tearing me to shreds would just be considered foreplay to me.”

V whirled back around, optics blazing. "Don't call me that!" she snarled, losing her composure entirely for once.

You held your hands up in mock surrender, still smiling cheekily. "Sorry, babes, I know you like to keep up the 'mean girl' act."  

V closed the distance between you in an instant, grabbing a fistful of your shirt and yanking you close till your faceplates were mere inches apart.

"Another word from you, and you'll be just an oil stain." She hissed, tightening the grip she had on your clothing.

You held onto her wrist gently, looking calmly into her fiery optics. "I'll go, on one condition."

V growled impatiently. "Im listening.”

"Go on a date with me this Saturday."

An incredulous look crossed her faceplate. For a moment, you thought she might actually rip you apart on the spot. But then she made a noise of disgust and shoved you away.

"Fine, if it'll get you to leave me alone! Now get out of here!"

With a wink and salute, you sauntered off, feeling victorious. But V stood fuming for a moment before pulling out her phone to text someone.

V (12:35 p.m.): Liz…

Liz (12:36 p.m.): What's up?

V (12:36 p.m.): That idiot asked me out on a date this Saturday.

Liz (12:37 p.m.): OMG OMG NO WAY!! What did you say?!

V rolled her eyes as she sat back onto the desk, with one of her legs casually flung over the side. As if she'd ever actually be interested in one of the worker drones.

V (12:37 p.m.): I said fine just to get them off my back. I wouldn’t actually go on a date with them.

Liz (12:37 p.m.): Suuure V, whatever helps you sleep at night lol. We both know you'd be sad if they canceled 💀

V (12:38 p.m.): AS IF. They're so damn annoying.

Liz (12:38 p.m.): Mhmm sure... I think you secretly love the attention you get from them 🤗‼️ But ew romance.

V (12:39 p.m.): Shut up! I do not. I'm only going to prove to them that I'm not interested.

Liz (12:39 p.m.): Riiight. Well, have fun on your "not date" date! Try not to fall too hard 💕💕

V (12:39 p.m.): UGH, you're the worst. TTYL

Liz (12:40 p.m.): Bye boo!!

V exits the chat and sighs, trying to ignore the flutter in her core. As if she'd ever like that idiot...right?

Saturday night rolled around sooner than V would have liked. She found herself hovering outside the door to your quarters, pride and nerves battling within her core. 

V hovered outside your housing unit, glancing around as if embarrassed to be seen there.

She rang the buzzer with more force than necessary. Not even a millisecond later, the door quickly slid open to reveal you looking a bit surprised.

“V- you...” Your voice cracked slightly in your elation. Every part of your being vibrated with anticipation at the sight of her. “You actually came! I was honestly expecting to get ditched, but I’m so glad you’re here.”

Stepping aside, you gestured for her to enter with a beaming grin. V hesitated, shifting her weight as if ready to bolt at any moment.

V's optics roved the inside of your house, taking in the cozy room illuminated by strings of fairy lights in every corner. On the couch sat a pile of fluffy blankets and a tray of oilcakes.

"This better not be some lame romcom you've got queued up, Y/N." She grumbled, fighting a smile.

"Only the cheesiest for you,” you laughed, gesturing for her to get comfortable on the couch. You picked out a random romance movie and hit play as you settled in beside her, draping a blanket over both of your laps.

V tried to watch the movie, she really did. But she found herself continually drifting to study your face instead of the movie on screen. The way your optics lit up at each corny joke or sweet scene, your smile that never seemed to fade. It was somehow endearing to see.

As the film played on, V gradually relaxed on the couch, the coolant and oilcakes forgotten on the coffee table. Hesitantly, you raised your arm to rest it around V’s shoulders. You saw her tense up, and just when you thought she was ready to pull away...she didn't. PROGRESS. PROGRESS.

By the final act, V had completely given up any pretense of paying attention. Her head rested heavy on your chestplate now as your gentle fingers traced idle patterns on her arm. It was so peaceful she felt herself nearly powering down.

When the credits rolled, at last, V reluctantly lifted her head to meet your gaze. Your smile lit up the room better than any fairy light ever could.

"So...what did you think? Was it the lamest date ever?" You teased softly.

V averted her eyes, fighting a smile of her own. "It wasn't...the worst, I guess." She admitted quietly.

You beamed, gently cupping her cheek to turn her face back to you. "Then maybe we could do it again sometime?" You asked hopefully.

V shoved your hand away but made no effort to move and pull further from your side. She gazed into your optics with an unusual vulnerability shining in her own.

"Don't get the wrong idea, Drone. This changes nothing between us." She huffed, though the effect was dampened by the yellow glow rising in her cheeks.

You smiled softly, knowing how much it must hurt her pride to show such weakness, even for a moment. Reaching out tentatively, you brushed a lock of her silver hair back from her face gently.

V's harsh reply faltered on her lips under your tender look. Her eyes searched yours as if seeking something, some hint that this wasn't a cruel joke and that it was in fact real.

"V...you don't have to pretend with me. Not unless that's truly what you want." You whispered.

For a long moment she was silent, warring with parts of herself not even she fully understood. Then slowly, excruciatingly so, V lifted a hand to cup your cheek in return.

"Fine. One more date. But if you breathe a word of this to anyone, Y/N, you'll be begging me for deactivation."

"Oh..~ my lips are sealed." You grinned, delighted by this small victory.

V sighed in long-suffering, but you caught the playful glint in her eyes. "You're insufferable, you know that?"

"Yet here you are anyway." You teased softly.

Leaning in, you paused a hair's breadth away from her lips, savoring the hitch in her breath. V closed the final distance with a surge of impatience.

For a few blissful moments you drowned in the taste of each other, V melting against your frame like she belonged there. All too soon she tore herself away, fans whirring loudly in the silence.

A [chosen/color] glow rose to your cheeks as V pulled away, leaving you a stuttering, dazzled mess. You struggled to process what had just happened.

V watched you with an unreadable expression, arms crossed defensively over her chest. But you saw the telltale yellow tinge on her screen that gave away her flustered state.

"Well, say something??” She huffed when your stunned silence dragged on.

You blinked rapidly, fighting to collect your scattered processes. "I, uh, that was...wow."

V rolled her eyes dramatically.

"Real articulate, as always."

A dopey grin broke out on your faceplate.

"It was amazing. You're—you're amazing…"

"It's not like I did it because I like you or anything, stupid!" She muttered, flicking your forehead with a resigned sigh. But you saw the glint of amusement in her gaze again.

Reaching up, you gently caught her hand in your own, marveling at how big and delicate it seemed in your smaller grasp. Stroking over her plating with adoring strokes of your thumb, you watched her reaction carefully.

Her fans picked up speed, betraying how affected she was though she tried to maintain her aloof facade.

Slowly, hesitantly, her fingers curled to return your hold, gripping just firmly enough to send a thrill through your system.

"We both know you feel the same way I do, V." You said softly, giving her a tender smile.

Her resolve seemed to waver under your earnest look. Lashes fluttered as she averted her eyes, struggling with emotions she wasn't used to expressing.

"And...what way is that, exactly?" She asked, her voice no more than a whisper.

Cupping her cheek, you turned her face back to you with the utmost care. "That you like me too. Maybe even more than that."

V leaned instinctively into your touch with a small sigh. Her free hand came up to cover yours, holding you there as if your warmth was the only thing anchoring her.

"You're such an idiot." She scoffed, though her words held no bite. Leaning in, she pressed a chaste kiss to your lips that spoke louder than any confession.

You smiled into the kiss, joy threatening to make your very core burst. Pulling her closer still, you kissed her thoroughly, pouring every ounce of love and affection into the contact.

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Hi! I send in a request 2 days ago, and I was wondering when it's gonna be posted :) no rush!!

Hi!

So I have a lot to do this week regarding school. So I probably won't be able to post anything before the weekend or the start of the next week. I hope you understand.

Btw, I loved your request, I can't wait to write it.

Hellooo!

Hades fic coming your way soon!! ♡

do you write for evie grimhilde?? SHE SSO PRETTY i’ve been rewatching the trilogy after D4 and i felt like i was 10 again with a crush on her 😭😭😭😭

Hi!

Yes, sure, I can write for Evie! She's one of my favorite characters, so go for it. Send me requests for her! ♡

I don’t care what it is just hook please I’m desperate!🫶

Hi!

Here are some of Hook fics I posted:

Secrets

Happy Little Accidents

You can join the taglist here because there will be more coming your way! ♡

hi!! i have a bunch of request ideas for a couple rise of red characters but wanted to check, do you write for poly relationships? specifically potentially hades and maleficent?

Hi!

Yeah, sure. I already wrote poly before, and I try my best every time I do. Plus, I already got one poly request for Red and Chloe, so go ahead. I'm so excited to find out what you have in mind! ♡

Hi, I saw where you said you won't write for innocent reader, and I wanted to ask if that includes reader being a virgin? I had a request idea for that but I don't wanna make you uncomfortable.

Hi!

Thank you so much for the ask. It's completely fine if the reader is a virgin, but I don't write stuff that include like reader who doesn't even know what sex is or like has no clue as to how you do it or what is he/her about to do to her during the ✨️act✨️ or like doesn't know what is happening to her when she's about to finish. It's fine for me to write when the reader is inexperienced, but not when she has no clue what is going on.

I hope that I answered your question with this. So if you didn't change your mind feel free to send your request. I'll get to it. Some day. (The school is kicking my ass and I have no time for myself).

Have a nice day/night, lovely! ♡

I saw about two to three emoji anons in my requests, and I'M IN LOVEE!! I love emoji anons so much!!!

I will put on my main masterlist the emoji anons that ever visited my requests once I answer the requests.

Emoji anons (and other anons, too) I love you so much. Feel free to request!

Hi, love!!

I'm using the screenshot now because I will use your request once I write it like I always do. I hope that's okay. ❤️

THANK YOU SO MUCHHH FOR THE LOVELIEST MESSAGE EVERR!! ♡

I would LOVE to write this!! Love to!! Once again, I'm really sorry and I'm so glad that you understand. When I write fics I'm just so scared to write about something that I don't know everything (or almost everything) about and the last thing I want to do is get something wrong or, God forbid, offend anyone.

I will try to get to your request as soon as I can, but it may take a while because my inbox is FULL of all kinds of requests. Hope that's okay.

Have an amazing day at work, you lovely person!! ❤️🌹

Hello there! I have a Spencer Reid request if you are ok with writing it ❤! Spencer and reader are co-workers and friends but it might be a little awkward sometimes because the reader has a slightly "different flavour of autism". And one day the reader is frustrated or had some wine and admits that she is extremely attracted to him and he admits it too and they just jump each other xd. Make it desperate, horny, build up tension, juicy, steamy and hhhnnnnngggg 😍❤

Hi, lovely!

I really love your request, but I must admit that I am kind of scared of writing it because of the aspect of autism. Just ti be clear, I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING AGAINST IT OR AGAINST THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE IT. In fact I LOVE THEM!! But I just don't know a lot about the topic, and I'm just really scared that I'll write something wrong. I'm so so so sorry. If anyone on here wants to write this fic, please feel free to do it! And don't forget to tag me, cause I would LOVE to read it.

Once again, I'm so sorry, I truly hope that this is okay. If you have any other requests feel free to send them. I love you all so much! ❤️

can you PLEASE write a part 2 to Katniss x district 11 reader?! Please!

I'm so sorry, but I feel like there wouldn't be much more to tell after for me to make part 2. I feel like, after all that happened, Katniss just goes into the games and while the rebellion is going on and after the rebels take over the Capitol she doesn't know pretty much anything that happens to reader. The reader just dissappears and it's a mystery. Just like Lucy Gray was. And the way Lucy Gray haunted Coryo... reader haunted Katniss in that way, too, after everything that happened.

That's pretty much it, I feel like. I'm sorry, I just don't really feel inspired. Thank you for the request, though. Once again, I'm sorry. Have a good day/night! ♡

P.S. for anyone who is interested, but doesn't know what I'm talking about. It's this fic right here.

IT'S HERE!! GO CHECK IT OUT AND ENJOY!!!

-> Nightmare

Hi :) can you write Johanna x fem!reader where the reader wakes up from a nightmare that Johanna dies or something and Johanna isn’t in bed. Reader is panicked and has a meltdown searching through the house to find her. Johanna ends up coming into the house (Johanna was just chopping wood outside or something because she was having a hard time sleeping because trauma) to find her on the floor in total distress. Just need two traumatized girlies to find love and comfort in each other 🖤

Thank you 🖤

Love this, coming out tomorrow!!

Hi :) can you write Johanna x fem!reader where the reader wakes up from a nightmare that Johanna dies or something and Johanna isn’t in bed. Reader is panicked and has a meltdown searching through the house to find her. Johanna ends up coming into the house (Johanna was just chopping wood outside or something because she was having a hard time sleeping because trauma) to find her on the floor in total distress. Just need two traumatized girlies to find love and comfort in each other 🖤

Thank you 🖤

Love this, coming out tomorrow!!

pls do a fic with this concept where coryo is talking about how much he hates Sejanus and how Sejanus believes he and coryo are friends but coryo disagrees. Sejanus overhearing this is deeply hurt 😞 and heartbroken, so he just stands there, shocked with his hand over his mouth and letting the silent tears roll down his cheeks, going home to seek comfort from the reader, the reader holding him in their arms as he silently cries. Reader wiping his tears away.

Also no smut or sex/sexy talk in this please! it ruins the fic and takes away from the angst!!

I'm so sorry, but I just didn't have any inspiration to do this. I did however make a Sejanus Plinth x reader angst where Sejanus seeks comfort from reader because Coryo betrayed him. There is no smut or anything that has to do with smut.

You can read it here.

hi love!!!! your work is so amazing i love how you write

i was wondering if you could do a corionlanus x fem reader where she’s his tribute and is about to be killed in the game but it’s kind of like that scene in you where she says “no don’t kill me im pregnant” and it’s his reaction and everyone watching trying to get them to end the games? i’d love to see what you could do w that feel free to change anything u want!

Songbird's Plan | Coriolanus Snow

Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x fem!tribute!reader

Summary: The presence of a song bird can change everything for one who appreciates them or "if it weren't for the baby" TBOSAS edition.

Warning/s: a bit of angst, Coriolanus Snow being in love, nickname (songbird), mentions of death, mentions of pregnancy, short fic, possible grammar and spelling mistakes

Author's note: It's finally here. Hope you enjoy.

The moment Coriolanus Snow met you he knew that he would do everything in his power to protect you from harm no matter what.

Of course he knew that that was going to be a difficult challenge because you were his tribute.

You were supposed to be in the games, you were supposed to literally fight for your life. There was always the chance that you would die, but Coriolanus didn't allow himself to think too long of this outcome. He knew that it would simply drive him to compete and utter madness.

So once the rebels bombed the arena, once he was out of the hospital and once he made sure that his tribute was okay, he sneaked into the arena the night before the games.

He spend more than half of the night searching for the places for his little songbird to hide. He did everything he could, he truly did, and he truly did though that he would be prepared for everything.

Yet as he found himself leaning towards the screen in front of him that displayed the scene of you being attacked by Coral he felt himself automatically freeze. He felt helpless.

He felt like he let you down and that ate him inside out.

Coriolanus felt like his heart was going to simply burst out of his chest as he watched, his throat tightening.

He watched Coral getting closer to you. He felt useless.

But there was something that both of you underestimated. There was a certain connection between you two. Both Coriolanus and you were smart, willing to do anything to survive.

Once Coriolanus remembered that, he forced himself to move. He could probably wipe out Coral with those badly made drones, but he needed some distraction because if Coral sees them, it's over. He could hit you.

"Please, don't!" Your voice broke out of the screen, Coriolanus felt himself flinch at the desperation behind it.

He watched your helpless form glazing away from Coral like you were on thin ice.

Coriolanus felt like he would scream put as Coral raised her weapon against you. But that's when you yelled out something that made his heart completely stop.

"No!" Your forceful voice shouted. "Don't kill me, I'm pregnant!"

Coral stopped for a moment. Coriolanus stopped for a moment. In fact, it seemed like the entire world stopped for a moment.

Coriolanus couldn't move, his mouth slightly agape as he watched you breathe heavily as you waited for Coral to move.

"Stop the games!" Tigris shouted in despair.

Coriolanus felt himself turn around quickly as he watched the mob of students standing up, waving his hands in air as they shouted to stop the games.

Coriolanus quickly turned to the screen and watched Coral still trying to gain her composure. He moved quickly, his body quicker than his mind.

If he doesn't do anything now, it would be over for you.

So as he send at least ten drones into the arena, successfully killing Coral, and as he watched your face twist in relief, and as he heard the cheers behind him he realized that maybe the hope wasn't lost after all.

His little songbird was truly a genius.

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@hellonheels-x @especiallythewomenandthechildren @prettyinsatiable @caroline-books @runningfrom2am @10ava01 @thecrowdedstreetin1944

Hello, could I do one where Baldwin's wife is pregnant and at the time of delivery it is not a baby but rather she has 3 triplets and the reaction of those present and Balwin are almost fainting

King Baldwin x reader - The rays of the sun

A/N: I love this prompt, our king deserves a family as big as his heart😔😔

Plus I don't wanna spoil anything but this is actually perfect for this other fic I got requested, kind of like a part one if you will!

Oh and the painting is "First Steps" by Gustave Léonard de Jonghe:))

Summary: the queen of Jerusalem has finally gone into labor. Voice spread through her pregnancy of her unusually wide belly, one that foreshadowed a strong and vigorous heir to the throne. But... was it just one?

Warning: pregnancy, labor and childbirth (mostly mentioned, no real graphic descriptions), the story is mostly through Baldwin's perspective

The situation was unlikely, to say the least. For instance, the whole kingdom had gotten used to the thought of their king never fathering a child of his own. It was why they always kept Sybilla close, after all: to ensure an heir with her son, lest they did not find a more fit candidate for the crown. And one could’ve claimed that Baldwin had been waiting so long to name his young nephew his successor as a result of that caution so typical of his every action, but those who knew him better knew the truth.

He was hopeful, perhaps even foolishly so. He dreamed of being eased from this blight of his by God, even in just a small part. His life had already been immolated to repent the sins of his kin, but why should be denied of giving life, when he still had some? Why couldn’t he father a child, not even many, just one would suffice.

During some of his many prayers, he’d pray for such a blessing. Bandaged hands pressed together, elbows bent, resting on the dark wood of the kneeler; his head was low, his voice muffled by the thick barrier of his mask. He prayed for forgiveness, as always, and just as often he then prayed for guidance. And when he felt most selfish, that was when he added one last prayer for this one favor, this one child.

He felt even more of a fool than before when he then had his servants help him up, when the prayer was over. He felt he insisted on asking for something he knew he’d never have. But just like the physicians had excluded the chance of his ever fathering any offspring, so did they exclude the chance of him ever riding on a horse again, or fighting into battle, or live long enough to see the day he’d be wed to anyone. They had been proven wrong so many a time before, why should this one time be any different?

It was the young man in him speaking so foolishly, he was aware of that. No king should ever dwell so long on such a foolish matter. He had his heir, a direct child of his own bloodline. He should leave the matter, and focus what little would be left of his life to his duties that kept the kingdom alive and safe.

Yet each night he left those duties to reach his bed for a deeply desired rest. Each night his wife would be already there, standing by the windows like the most holy of visions. And each night she’d guide him to bed, and he’d run his hands over her hair, underneath her nightgown, down her sacred body. And the sweet embrace that followed was the start of a newfound hope, of that same wish he had harbored all day before and had tried to muffle down for just as long.

But how could he blamed for wanting a child, if not for the natural wish to have one, then for the blessing that would be fathering a child to a woman such as his beloved wife. She grew more beautiful with each breath, in his eyes, and each word he uttered made her more and more wise. 

He was teased at court for his infatuation with his queen. Of that, he was well aware. But he never did anything to put them to silence; he liked hearing his love being compared to that of the knights of the many ballads from the land of his fathers. It was surely better than the vile comments about his illness, anyway. But regardless of that, the point in his head was that no one should need any more reason to understand why he’d want to be a father, when his luck in love bested anyone else in this kingdom.

And so he was even more startled when he came to find his prayers were answered.

“Would you repeat that?”

“The queen is with child, your Grace. The symptoms are clear. Any movement is not yet to be seen, but it won’t be long before it is certain.”

“..Call the queen to my chambers as soon as she is disposed.”

The physician tried to feign his surprise, but it was a hard task. It was difficult for everyone to understand just how such a thing could occur. Of course, the bitter tongues of court would’ve wanted to spread soon away the venomous accusations of the queen’s infidelity, but it just wouldn’t have been plausible. The queen was faithful to her husband, she had not once left the palace without the king in months, nor had she received any valiant guests, or slept with anyone but her own husband in their shared chambers.

It was just so infuriatingly impossible that the babe couldn’t have been anyone’s but Baldwin’s! But then again, until the babe moved, a pregnancy was an uncertain thing. And so the weeks passed, and the child soon kicked with vigor inside his mother’s womb.

And as everything of this situation, the rest of the pregnancy was all one big mystery. First, she craved sweets, an indisputable sign of a girl to come. But then she favored salty meats and sour fruits, and no physician at court could tell if it would be a girl or a boy anymore. And then she looked radiant through every second of the pregnancy, yet the belly was round and wider by the day. It became worrisome how wide it had grown, in fact. Some physicians began to fear for the worst, for some complications with the child or more likely the demise of the queen during birth.

It haunted Baldwin. Such joyful news felt stained by the imminent danger of possibly lose his child or wife, perhaps even both of them. And he could do little to defeat God’s plans on one’s life. That, he knew far too well.

But he wasn’t entirely powerless before this distressing matter. No, he could still give her all he could, from the most comfortable of pillows, to the best of flowers, and down to the most accurate recreations of her cravings. Whether this months would be her last or whether the child won’t see the light of day, Baldwin made it his one greater duty to give her what most women could only dream in the months of their pregnancy.

And then the water broke, and she along with her maidens were closed off in her own chambers. Baldwin wasn’t allowed in, at least not until the babe was out and checked. And so he waited, patiently, agonizingly. He waited outside, in the hall, ignoring the pain of his joint or the exhaustion of his mind. She was facing far greater pains, he thought each time a new ache mate itself known in his body. 

But if such a wait would be agonizing in any condition, the risk of it possibly being the cause of his love’s demise made it all the more painful, all the more unbearable. He had to stand outside and listen to every groan, every cry, every scream. The labor was long, the door sealed, the ladies inside adamant that such moment would not be compromised.

It was the end of the second day of labor. The light of sunset peaked through the corners of the dawn. It looked like fire to Baldwin, like the very same doors of hell. If anything, such a gruesome thought was fueled by the deafening silence that had replaced the frenzy inside the room. Those were quiet, agonizing moments, where he had to remind himself to breathe, or else he would’ve soon succumbed to the lack of air in his lungs.

And then he heard it: the wailing of a child, a sound so raspy and loud and full of all life’s strength. And the fire of the sunset turned back into bright rays of the sun, and all around him, things felt lighter. Everything felt hopeful.

He all but ignored the customs of such occasions right then and there. When the doors opened and a maid opened her mouth to announce the babe’s birth, he had almost pushed her out of the way to rush to his wife’s side. He took her hand, sweaty and trembling like his own underneath the bandages.

“Where… where is…” he struggled to speak, to breathe. Surely it was mostly caused by the exhaustion he had procured himself during the wait of the labor, but an evenly great cause was the sheer emotions of what he had just been given by God. By her,

She lifted her free hand with the weak remnants of her strength. She pointed at where the maids and a few physicians were fussing around a table. They were checking and cleaning the babe. By tradition, Baldwin should’ve waited outside, and they would’ve brought the babe up to him for him to see and declared his child and possibly heir.

But since he was here, there was no point in making him wait..

The maids brought a bundle of fine silks to the king; blue, like the color of the proud house of the monarch. “Your highness, your son is here.”

The words echoed through Baldwin’s words like a far tune. He wished he could take the veil covering his mingled face, to hold his son as it would be proper. But he couldn’t, and he knew it. The babe was healthy, and so was the mother: the physicians were positive that it would survive the contact to the leper father, yet the sight of such a mutilated face could risk the most fearful reaction in a boy so small.

But holding him like this would suffice just as much. He looked back at his wife while his arms were busy holding the boy. She was visibly tired, perhaps even pained, but she found it in her to smile nonetheless. But his wife’s joyful eyes and his son’s soft weeping did little to muffle the worried mumbles of the maids.

“What is it that worries you?” He didn’t even try to hide his concern in his tone. He was worried, scared, terrified, even. And if they knew anything if this deal, he wished to know it all.

The servants paled. Clearly they wished to find the right words quickly and efficiently, in hopes of soothing their king. “I-It’s just her belly that startles us, your Grace. The babe is healthy, but far too small to explain such round dimensions..”

“Then what do you suggest is the meaning of this?”

“Excluding any ill fate, her Grace may still be bearing a child.” And as if on tune, the torturous contractions caught the queen again, not even an hour later. Given the worry of another child on the go, sparked by one of the eldest maids, bless her heart, nobody left the room to stay prepared if the case of another child was to occur. This quickened the process even if just by a little. But the king’s presence caused many maids to fuss, especially those with more experience on these delicate births.

He was escorted out with impressive haste, just before the contractions resumed. 

And again he stood there, helpless and waiting patiently for the unknown fate of his beloved wife. Another hour passed before the doors opened again. Baldwin was horrified at the sight of the midwife who opened the door for him; she was elderly, clearly having seen more births than anyone in that room had ever seen in their lives. Yet she was pale, shocked. Baldwin feared the worst.

“Where is the queen?” In his voice, the trepidatious hesitation was as clear as daylight. The woman lowered her gaze obsequiously, as it would have been proper for her to have done from the beginning, speaking to the king.

“She is resting, your highness. The births have been tiring beyond measure.”

“ Births?”

“Yes, your Highness. Her majesty has given you no less than three babes.”

Baldwin felt groggy. A single child was already a living miracle for him, and he blessed every saint whose name he had ever heard for this gift. But three? What immense event had just happened? Which angel had he been fortunate enough to marry, who had enlightened his life.

“Three? How? What are they like? Are they all well?” His words were stumbling over each other like a child eager to hear a secret. The midwife, slightly overwhelmed by his sudden enthusiasm, managed a small nod.

“Yes, your Highness, all three are in good health. Two boys and a girl, blessings from the heavens indeed. But they are… quite small, your Grace. Premature, but the Lord granted them a strong will to live, it seems. They are currently with the queen, who is also in surprisingly good spirits, considering the ordeal she has just faced. She insisted on seeing you as soon as the physicians allowed you to enter her chambers."

Her words were enough. Baldwin had heard enough. Now he needed to see, in hopes of seeing what sounded like a mirage come to be. His cerulean eyes were still wide in shock and wonder, the only peak at his current turmoil behind the white silk of the veil covering his wretched face. He took a deep breath, which did little to ease his beating heart and hazy mind. "I… I must come to her at once.. Yes.. yes, it is best if I do.."

The midwife nodded her understanding, though the fear in her eyes was palpable. She knew the customs and the risks better than anyone in this room, but she was also aware of the king's desperation. "Your Grace, the physicians are still… attending to your wife. It might be better if you waited just a bit longer, until they ensure she is well enough to receive you."

Her objections fell to deaf ears. The young king was already making his way forward into the queen's quarters. The midwife's voice seemed to fade away from his mind as soon as his foot passed through the doorstep. Everything else seemed to disappear all the same, in fact. All that Baldwin could see, all that he could focus on, was right before his eyes. There she was, splayed on the bed just as she was before, though twice as exhausted. She glowed brighter than the Holy Grace in that moment, despite the sweat that clung to her body and clothes, despite the faint stains of blood pooled around her womb.

And then he turned, and there, in the corner of the room, was the table where the physicians had placed the babes to ensure their health. The babes. His babes. He had thought that nothing could be more overwhelming than the love he felt for his wife, yet the moment his eyes fell upon them, he realized he was wrong. The emotions that flooded his heart were too strong to be contained by his human shell. The two boys were wrapped in soft linens, and their tiny hands were curled into fists as if they were already thrilling to face the world. The girl, on the other hand, had her eyes open, staring straight at him as if she had known him all her life, which she had, in a way. Her eyes were so big that one would've mistook them for round gems, Baldwin was sure of that. And staring into those oceans of blue felt like plunging into an endless void from which he was not sure there was a way to escape, nor did he wish to find one. He thanked God that the other two children were still asleep, lest their own gazes gave him the final blow to his already weakened heart.

The physicians looked at him, all of them in awe of the king’s condition. They had never seen the Leper King so… so alive, so full of color and vigor. It was like watching a man who had just been granted a second chance at life, and they were all too aware of the gravity of the moment to dare interrupt it. If the main worry had been whether or not he ever would've had an heir of his own before, now it was whether or not these little miracles would be spared from the same wretched destiny their father had been bestowed with. For now, the physicians could find nothing but good signs of health, but would that last for long? The question stayed in the air, lingering, unspoken, unanswered.

"Baldwin?" The voice was faint, but the king's ears, ever so sharp, caught it immediately. It was his wife's, groggy and weak, yet still filled with a warmth that could've melted any heart, even the most icy one of them all. He rushed to her side, his boots echoing in the chamber like thunder. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed over by the pain of childbirth, yet still gleaming with the spark of life. And she smiled. As tiredly as it was, she smiled up at him just as she'd done a million times and more. He smiled back at her, too, though the veil over his face prevented her from seeing anything more than the way his eyes were curving up into small half-moons. Her hand weakly moved up to that same veil, weak and shaky, yet determined to admire the face of the man whose children she just gave birth to. He obliged to her silent request with a trembling haste, as quickly to obey as a devoted knight to his princess.

Her gaze took a moment to adjust to the light that reflected from the window behind them through the stark white of the veil's fabric, but she never once averted her eyes. They were still beautiful, those eyes of his, as blue as the sea and as piercing as the sharpest blade. His skin, however mangled by his cursed diseas, was a sight she had grown accustomed to. The leprosy was leaving its marks, sure enough. But she didn’t see a monster. She didn’t see a king. She just saw her husband. And he knew that in that gaze of hers there was anything but judgement.

He leaned down to kiss her forehead, feeling her warmth, feeling life emanating from her. The same life she had just given him, not once, but thrice over. "I can't believe it," he whispered, his voice hoarse from the tension of the past hours. "Three… three miracles."

The emotional edge to his voice was an unusual sight for anyone who knew the young king. Yet she paid no mind to it. No man safe of mind with an ounce of a heart would have any other reaction, given their current situation. A small, weak huff that supposedly resembled a laugh came out of the woman's lips, followed by an equally weak and raspy voice. "Three, no more this time. This, I promise you."

Her words were a jest, yet they bore the weight of a thousand truths. The queen was known for her strength, but even she had her limits. Giving birth to three lives at once would draw that limits to most. The room felt warmer than before, perhaps due to the sheer joy that had flooded it. Or perhaps it was the heat of the many candles that had burned themselves to the end to bring light to this moment.

Baldwin's eyes sought hers, and for a moment, he saw himself reflected in her pupils. His fears, his hopes, his love. The sight of his skin was stark in the candlelight, paler in some spots than she had ever seen before. The leprosy had claimed more of him than ever before. Yet she didn't recoil, didn't even flinch. Instead, she reached up to gently trace his cheek with a trembling hand. Her touch was feather-light, a stark contrast to the roughness of his own skin. And all she could see, all she cold feel was the presence of the man she had promised to love, through sickness and health, till death did them part. He leaned close to her, slave to her every command. Her lips, tired and soft, brushed against the numb skin of his cheek. A shaky breath left his lips. And his eyes closed.

The world seemed to have resumed its cycle, at last. Baldwin felt the faint whiff of air against his skin with his wife's every breath. The muffled whines of the triplets quietly echoed against the walls of the queen's chamber. They'd soon be brought to Baldwin, for him to admire each one of his children and to have their mother tend to them as she'd wished to do. But not yet. For now, Baldwin let himself feel. The rays of the sun felt warmer against his skin, perhaps because they now felt like the testament to the blessing he's been entrusted with by his Lord. The blessing which was now resting amidst the cures of physicians and midwives alike, the blessing to which Baldwin would immolate his life to, from this day forward.

Would Baldwin Iv be jealous if the reader was hanging out with someone he didnt really like?

King Baldwin IV - Untrusting jealousy

A/N: We're so back!! I'm so sorry for my long ahh hiatus but now that school is painfully slowly coming to an end, I figured it'd be the best time to catch up on all the unfinished projects and requests I've gathered in these past months. Also, I'm taking the chance to announce that I've updated my masterlist to add all the new fandoms I'm willing to write for, so go check on it if you're interested in commissioning any new works :))

Also the painting is "Stańczyk" by the Polish painter Jan Matejko

Warnings: none, jealousy, maybe? reader is gn

I really can't see him as the type of man to actually show any sort of jealousy

In this situation, I'd say he would act in a more "cautious" sort of way

If he didn't like someone, knowing his character, it would be because of something that makes them outright unworthy of his trust

He isn't the irrational type, so while his reasons to dislike this third party will surely be well founded, he isn't going to stop you from hanging out with them

He would totally warn you, of course. Assuming you were together, you'd be his partner and most trusted person in his life. Your safety would be his priority, so of course he'd want you to at least make informed decisions

That being said, if things were to escalate towards something he deemed potentially dangerous, I can see him acting out on it more. Still, nothing exaggerated or outwardly jealous, but he'd definitely pull you to the side and talk to you about these worries of his

In the end, it all really boils down to his desire to shield you from danger's way. Baldwin isn't the jealous type, it's simply not part of who he is

I know you said that Baldwin would want to talk things out if an argument ever arose but can you do a scenario of where he yells at you and then reader gives him the silent treatment? Thank you pooks

I love that you guys are just suckers for angst as I am lmaooo.

But really he's just not the type to ever raise his voice in a conflict, much less with his wife of all people. He's a pacifist at heart, he wants to handle things in a level headed manner.

The only scenario in which he would SLIGHTLY lose his temper is if you ever did something that put you in serious danger, but he would never even nearly reach the point of yelling or anything.

Hi are you okay? You just haven’t posted in a while so I just wanted to ask

I wanted to answer both this anon and the others who have sent me messages in the past few weeks.

In the last few months, I've been dealing with a lot of problems, both in school and mentally. I've been having a full on mental breakdown for weeks, and had to find a psychologist to clear things up. This ended up with me being diagnosed with both depression and ADHD (in my country its psychologists who diagnosed neurpdivergences but I know its different in other countries).

Meanwhile my poor mental state led me to almost failing my school year, so after I passed by miracle I decided to just focus on school and family for a bit.

As of now, I'm slowly starting to get my life put back together, but I think I'm going to go on writing hiatus for the very near future.

The fics I had already announced and those who you guys have requested are still in my drafts, and once I'm in a better moment of my life I'll finally finish them and post them, and I'll probably open requests again. But I fear this won't happen anytime soon, at least not until I'm done with my last year of high school.

I'm so sorry for having let down those who were waiting for my fics and for disappearing so suddenly, I honestly have been going online on Tumblr just to text with some friends I have here but i probably should've wrote this post a long time ago.

That being said, I'll start going back online from time to time, mostly to answer your questions and discuss with whoever is interested in discussing the books and series/movies that are in my masterlist.

Once again, thanks to all the people who have stuck around even during my absence, you guys mean the world to me and I hope to pay you back in the future with some more works.

QUICK MESSAGE

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 writing😭😭

hello could you do headcanons smut of baldwin and his chubby wife

King Baldwin x reader - Nsfw headcanons

A/N: Wow these is the first explicit stuff I write for Baldwin!! Thank you so much for this prompt, thinking of a chubby medieval woman makes me think of all the portraits of beautiful women with the most harmonious curves I've ever seen😩😩

As always painting name is Romeo and Juliet by Frank Bernard Dicksee for my art enthusiasts :))

Warning: SMUT, reader is AFAB and uses she/her pronouns!

Unlike modern times, a fuller body has always been sign of beauty and fertility through western history

Although during medieval times anything related to attractiveness and sensuality was deemed as "bad", that still meant that a chubby woman would've been judged not for being against the beauty standard, but to be actually too tempting for the public!

So it comes without saying that young king Baldwin thought he might pass out the first time he saw you, knowing you were his betrothed

You'd awakened something in him, this burning desire to have you, to know how your soft curves would feel in his hands, how your silky skin would brush against his own

I see him having a long series of consecutive days where he woke up drenched in sweat, body slightly trembling as he'd come out of yet another wet dream about you, lying beneath him as he had his sweet way with you

He felt himself getting more and more impatient for the wedding night day to come, to finally be able to call you his

He'd also be quite insecure at first, and scared too. What if the sight of his body repulsed you? What if you wouldn't want to go near him to avoid the risk of getting the disease as well?

He wouldn't blame you for it, it'd be the wiser decision for the both of you

But still, he prays and hopes and dreams that you'd return the attraction he felt from you from the very start. He longs for the feeling of your touch against his numb body

He's a bundle of nerves during the whole ceremony, but he's good at hiding it (well the veil covering his head is); he seems to all calm down only once you're both sitting next to each other at the banquet, and you tentatively lay your soft hand over his laying on the table, shy touches blessing his skin

That night your marriage is consumed in no time, he's basically as gentle as humanly possible while he holds you in his arms, as he's slowly penetrating you

There was no really developed knowledge of foreplay or female anatomy in the middle ages, but it just felt natural for Baldwin to keep his focus on your every reactions while the two of you are making love

He doesn't know what he's doing, and neither do you considering that at that time you probably haven't even seen a naked man other than Baldwin himself, but that doesn't stop the two of you from exploring each other, taking your time to get to know what you like, what makes your eyes roll back and your back arch

I'm not sure if he'd be down for oral, I kind of see him as being a bit self conscious of the level of decay his mouth and face has reached, and I'm not too sure his cum would actually taste good with leprosy and all

Nevertheless, his fingers and cock are more than enough to bring you more pleasure than you could ever imagine

Don't expect any public stuff, Baldwin is still an extremely religious man whose values are not to be messed with: these things are meant for the privacy of your quarters alone, there's no need for him to bring this sacred thing you two have out where all eyes could possibly see

He'd probably be more on the vanilla side, being mostly against anything related to giving pain (he'd be indifferent to receiving it since his body is mainly numb, but he wouldn't enjoy it either)

Although he would probably enjoy being the more dominant one in the bedroom, the power dynamic would still remain on a pretty balanced level: you're still his beloved wife, his only equal in his eyes. That's why I could confidently say that Baldwin is the perfect example of soft dom

His favorite position would probably be missionary, just so that he could be able to see your pretty face while he pounds into you

Also because he could get to hold your plush thighs and see the delightful rolls that form on your belly

Your body screams femininity and fertility to him, an alluring combination that gets him going for as much time as you two have

His numbness also grants him a reduced sensibility, so he can afford to go more rounds at a time without having too many problems from it

But as the years pass, his mobility becomes more restricted by his declining health, and along with his agility and stamina in battle his sickness gets the best of him even in the bedroom

And through it all, his burning desire for you was what got him going, what made him spare just a little more energies to later spend with you

The two of you would have to adapt, though, probably changing positions and frequency at which you guys have sex

You might start trying to be the one on top, and he'd guide your every movement while also trying not to lose his mind over just how perfect you look riding him, your every curve bouncing as you move up and down over his cock

He dreams of giving you a baby in those moments, filling you up to the brim, seeing your body get even fuller with your conjoint love. It really saddens him to think that it might never happen

But hope is the last one to die, and he gets his hopes up every time that he comes into your welcoming body, emptying his seed into you, hoping that one day this union will give life to a creature as beautiful as its mother

ALSO do you think he would have a favourite anime? my friend said he would like attack on titan but im not sure. i might be biased but i think he'd appreciate evangelion for its artistic value. once again sorry i keep bothering u with the weirdly specific king baldwin questions, i think about him so much :]]

Mmmh I can see why they'd say attack on titan and I actually have to agree with them, he'd probably enjoy it for both the plot and the fight scenes; even gore wouldn't faze him in the slightest, he's seen that stuff in real life both in battlefield and public executions, it's normal to him. Plus it would be funny seeing him spending days trying to analyze Eren's actions and decisions after season 4, like full on studying him like he's gonna be his next opponent or something.

And I also see your point, and I think he'd enjoy watching evangelion to try and understand better what modern people perceive as "art", especially from a country that he didn't even know existed!!

But I must say, I honestly think that his favorite anime would be something from Studio Ghibli. Those movies just have the perfect combination of adventure, poetry and art all in one.

He'd be moved by the tragic depiction of war in movies like Grave of the Firelights, or the touching friendships we both see in Ponyo and Totoro.

I can see Howl's Moving Castle as his favorite though, it would just be able to move him to a spiritual level.

He'd probably love Howl, he might even see some resemblance between him and the character. But (if you happened to be his S/O) he also might see his love story with you as a reversed version of Howl's and Sophie's; he sees himself as ugly and unlovable, while you see the beauty that resides within him.

Plus again, the way it shows how was is just a meaningless form of violence and takes to nothing other than destruction, that would truly resonate with him in my opinion!

this is such a weird question to ask sorry but im asking bc i feel like uve always got the best king baldwin headcanons. anyway, what flavour of chips do you think he would like??? people always joke about giving medieval people doritos or salt and vinegar chips but tbh i think most of them would be able to handle it (king baldwin included). also do you think he would have a favourite soft drink

First of all, thank you so much anon😭💗

This is actually really hard for me because I don't really eat chips that much, I usually go for the more plain ones.

But yeah you're absolutely right, speaking for the nobles of course tho.

I think that when people talk about medieval going into a coma for potato chips I think they think that all of them only ate potatoes or chestnuts all their lives, which is true as long as you speak about poor farmers and such.

Nobles on the other hand were used to a lot of spices, and by that I mean they literally rebuilt trade routes just to get their hands on more ginger and pepper!

So this is the reason why I'd say that lime and pepper would be Baldwin's favorite variety of chips, with salt and vinegar coming second.

But yeah considering that he also grew up in Jerusalem it wouldn't surprise me if he'd be able to handle doritos or any other spicy chips with no great struggles.

But I think he would hate more chemical tasting flavors like cheesy chips or any brightly colored ones with crazy flavors. That would cross the line for him.

For the soft drinks I'm not sure, I don't know if he'd really enjoy the feeling of any fizzy drink. I see him enjoying fruit juices like pear, apple and pomegranate. He'd probably be fascinated by all those fruits he didn't get to taste during his life, too, like oranges and pineapple.

Maybe hot chocolate too, does that count as soft drink? Because I feel like he'd go ballistic to have a sip of that stuff!

About more mainstream drinks like cola or fanta and all that jazz, I really can't see him enjoying any sort of artificial taste, it wouldn't be enjoyable at all.

How would Baldwin act if reader was on her period cause I know in the medieval period they handled menstrual cycles differently?

King Baldwin x reader - period

A/N: Aww that is so sweet! Yes you're right, it was handled quite differently and if you look it up you'd be impressed of how badass women are to have been handling so much stuff for so long with no recognition until recent times!!

Little info as always, painting is "The Deceitfulness of Riches" by Eleanor Fortescue Brickdale.

Warning: mentions of blood and period-related pain, plus some historical negligence on women's health and that's it

Okay so, in the Middle Ages period was something every woman knew of, but no one ever really said anything about

Up until very late in the time period, women were considered dirty, impure creatures, guilty of committing the original sin and to relentlessly tempt men with their mere existence

Period had become during these centuries a symbol of women's impurity and less than human nature, so they were taught from a very early age to hide it as best as they could

But do I have to tell you that Baldwin could not believe less to it?

Similar things had been said to him and his leprosy, how it was a curse that had been sent upon him by God himself for his own vanity and greed, that he was an impure man just because of something he couldn't actually control

He wouldn't see the negative conceptions of period, he'd only see your pain and discomfort, and that would be enough to tear his soul in half

He'd come up to you, gently wrapping an arm around your lower waist, unknowingly bringing you a little comfort from his mere body heat, and he'd gently whisper in your ear

"My angel, I know you're fatigued right now. Go back to our chambers and tell me what you need, I'll provide for it all in a second"

You'd try to reject the offer and change subject out of modesty and embarrassment. There's no need for his help, really, you're used to this like any other woman, the last thing he needs to worry about is your own discomfort

He, of course, wouldn't listen and just escort you to your silky bed where he'd almost force you to lay onto

He would ask you if you're too cold, too hot, if you're hungry, what you'd like to eat then, if you're thirsty, if you need company and loving touches or if you'd rather be left alone

Anything you ask for, you'll get in no time

It would probably end up with him lying next to you, gently putting a warm hand on your pelvis while he held a book on the other one, reading out loud so that you could relax and distract from your pain and discomfort

And once you fall asleep and his servants would loudly announce that dinner is ready and waiting, he'd quickly put a finger to his lips, urging them to be quiet as the love of his life is resting

This would go on for as long as you need, whether it's as long as your period lasts or just the first days. Whatever, really

Because, yes, period was considered a punishment for the sins and impurity of all women, but with Baldwin that definition could never resonate, for you're the purest, most perfect creature living in his life, and he sees this monthly occurrence as a divine test to your soul and spirit, a test he'd gladly help you through anytime

Following the Christian emo anon, there's also Christian metal. I don't know many bands personally but Wytch Hazel comes to mind. They're more heavy metal than any other metal subgenre so they sound closer to hard rock

You guys have no idea how much I'm loving you, making me discover all these amazing musicians😭😭

You know what, I actually see him enjoying Wytch Hazel to an extent.

They've got good lyrics, good musicality and not too many artificial sounds (comparing to trap or techno I mean).

I mean, the fact that music isn't anywhere near to how it sounded 800 years ago is something that a clever mind like Baldwin's wouldn't take too long to understand, and he's open to evolve and open his horizons with it too. But that doesn't mean that he still doesn't enjoy listening to music he can actually relate to.

I don't know how many other bands from this genre are out there but this specific one would be Baldwin-approved!

Also this modern music talk made me think about my answers a bit, and I decided that I must add that more "spicy" or "explicit" songs wouldn't shock him TOO MUCH, since Medieval songs, especially French ones from Provence (where Baldwin's family is from) had a specific romantic genre that was basically nobles talking about their crazy hookups or fantasies about the women they love.

That being said, I was considering softer explicit songs, my boy would probably still get a heart attack if he ever listened to WAP or any song from Ice Spice or Cupcakke.

Lastly, he'd absolutely hate Lil Nas X for his mocking of christianity and all, he wouldn't handle the disrespect I think.

MASTERLIST

Kingdom of Heaven:

King Baldwin IV:

Life always comes down to a game of chess

I’ll be waiting for you

Sweetest of melodies

My archangel - coming soon!

Bandit - coming soon!

Voice of Heaven - coming soon!

Like Lancelot - coming soon!

Headcanons:

Arguing with you

Sickness

Period

Defending your honor

Nsfw

Cats or dogs?

Modern headcanons: modern music, pt 2, pt 3, reaction to immodest clothing, modern style, chips and drinks, anime

Percy Jackson and the Olympians:

Luke Castellan:

Last date

Ghost of you - coming soon!

Heroes Of Olympus:

Leo Valdez:

Headcanons - child of Aphrodite!S/O

Trials of Apollo

Lester Papadopoulos/Apollo:

It's Over, isn't It? - part one

Eternal Bonds - part two

The Arcana

Asra Alnazar:

Headcanons - Intimacy before and after

Young and Beautiful - coming soon!

You're my plague - coming soon!

Julian Devorak:

Kiss the girl - coming soon!

Avatar: the Last Airbender -> Out of the Masterlist

Aang:

That voice in his head

Hi! I'm not sure if you are currently taking requests, so feel free to ignore mine if you aren't! If you are taking them, however, would you please write something for King Baldwin IV overhearing reader sing and falling further in love with her because of her soft and sweet voice? Upon realizing that he's there, she becomes extremely flustered and apologizes for disrupting his peace and quiet. Thank you!

King Baldwin IV x reader - Sweetest of melodies

A/N: omg it’s been so long since I’ve received a request! I can’t lie, Baldwin is my supreme comfort character, I think I’ll never stop writing fro him because it gives me sooo much joy😩😩😩 I personally like to think of this piece as taking place a few months after Baldwin’s and reader’s wedding, so it could be considered a sequel for my first fic ever. Also, the song mentioned in this piece is a real song from the 12th century called "Can vei la lauzeta" (in English,"When I see the lark") by Bernart de Ventadorn, and the painting is "Lovers in a garden" by Charles Edward Perugini!!

Oh btw!! I’m working on a long ass series about him, based off of a prompt by @phantomsghoulette  which I absolutely LOVED. Sooo all the KoH fans stay tuned for future updates🤭

Warning: nothing really, just pure fluff. Maybe you could say that religious innuendos could be something triggering for some people but I don’t know. There might be ONE, SLIGHTLY spicy mention but only if you squint really really hard. Also, keep in mind that the historical accuracy in my fics is rather relative, I try to add some details here and there but I don’t have the knowledge (nor the skills) to write a piece 100% accurate to the real history. Also, reader’s gender is female and uses she/her pronouns!!

Word count: 2918

Someone would say Baldwin's patience could already be put to test by only his illness, which she ruthlessly does not grant him a moment's respite, the eternal enemy of his body and his spirit. But no, to this perpetual torment of his had to be added the perilous duties of a king. And it was certainly not governing his people and lands that sucked what little energy he had left; this duty of his, given by his father and willed by divine design, he had long since embraced.

It was the nobles, the leeches who had drained him of his lifeblood lately. It was their endless demands, the insidious words that hissed behind his back, the languid bows and sleazy gifts designed only to gain some favor from him. Looking around him, he seemed to see only vices and sinners, power-hungry beasts just waiting for his moment of weakness so they could feed on what Baldwin had under his power.

In fact, not without reason in the past the young monarch had attempted to abdicate the throne and leave it in the hands of one of his sisters, rid himself of this burden and devote the rest of his short life taking care of his declining health and to nurture his mind away from so much corruption. At times he dreamed of retiring to France, experiencing for the first time that cold climate and verdant landscape of which his preceptors and advisors told him so much.

In fact, not without reason in the past the young monarch had attempted to abdicate the throne and leave it in the hands of one of his sisters, rid himself of this burden and devote the rest of his short life taking care of his declining health and to nurture his mind away from so much corruption. At times he dreamed of retiring to France, to experience for the first time that cold climate and verdant landscape of which his preceptors and advisors told him so much.

And he dreamed of taking you with him, imagined how sweet his life would be if his only concerns were taking care of his health and you, faithful wife, sole blessing in his life battered by such burdens. How he would wish that his days would revolve around you, that his first thought in the morning would be riding by your side through the flourishing meadows, and his last thought in the evening would be caressing your face as you lie slumbering in his arms.

It would have been a blissful fate his, if only Sybilla's husband had not died at the very moment when he would have needed him most. If only his mother had not convinced him that Guido de Lusignan was a good fit for his sister and had continued to seek a new consort for her, perhaps that fate would not have been snatched from him so early. Too late to repent now, for Baldwin would have preferred to die agonizingly on his throne rather than leave power in the hands of that bumptious and arrogant lord, who was noble only in title.

And so he found himself in this sort of hellish limbo, forced into a position that should never be required of a man in his condition, but prevented by his morality from abandoning his reign, impelled by faith in God's greater plan, that his suffering should not be in vain.

And his faith always seemed to strengthen when he had a way to escape the stifling air that characterized the throne room, always packed with knights and crusaders and nobles, when he had a way to retreat to the palace gardens, one of the few verdant places in all of Jerusalem.

With slow, swaying steps, Baldwin strolled slowly among the local palm trees and flower beds from the faraway lands, those where men speak Italian and the more distant ones, those from which his fathers came. Exotic fruits mingled with those more congenial to the French, who out of nostalgia for their lands and fields did what they could to bring the seeds of these plants with them to overseas.

His mind seemed to go out, shifting his attention from the constant buzz of court demands and duties to the chirping of birds perched on the roof, to the eviction of the soft branches that shielded him from the scorching sun. He enjoyed the refreshing air that reigned in that small oasis of greens, which was able to infiltrate the fabric of his white robes, crossing the bandages that covered much of his body and finally reaching his skin, numbed by leprosy. 

To tell the truth, of that refreshing sensation little reached his damaged nerves, if not for those few points that had been spared by the merciless disease, from which departed that unusual shiver that caused him a delicate smile of relief, enjoying the refreshing breeze. Then he closed his eyes and breathed in, discovering with satisfied surprise that that light gust was also a harbinger of an intoxicating perfume, a mixture of exotic and familiar.

How funny to think of the concept of "exotic", for an Angevin born and raised in the unknown lands of the east. For him it was exotic French fruit, exotic were the green plains and heavy clothing that brought his allies from the northwest, and equally alien to the snowy mountains and forest beasts that he saw drawn in detail in his childhood books. It was these changes of perspective that stimulated his mind in a myriad of thoughts and reflections, but in a pleasurable way for him, not as exhausting as his daily duties.

His reflections on exotic and local made his mind travel, wandering until he came to a subject very close to him: Muslims and Jews, reflecting well on the landscape in front of him, recognized that he could share with them the same concepts of what is foreign and what they can claim the original belonging. And he could not but reflect on how it must have been for the first inhabitants of Jerusalem to observe the Franks who came as conquerors, and filled their gardens with such foreign plants as those pale warriors who had taken possession of their dwelling... But after all, the French soldiers who were emissaries of God’s will needed something familiar to stabilize them as they fought to reclaim the Promised Land, ut Deus voluit.

But all his brooding over these matters of conquest and submission ended up in the background in his mind, when a colorful scarlet sphere caught his attention. An exquisitely red apple seemed to tempt him from a branch just above his head, beckoning him to be picked and savored by the king, that he might lose himself in the juicy sweetness of that fruit with origins so far removed from the Holy Land. But the king's modesty prevented him from yielding to that temptation, wanting to avoid exposing the advanced state of deterioration in which his mouth was.

And in fact if that temptation had been alive it would have pale in front of something much more captivating, a sound that echoed in the most melodious distance of the song of any nightingale. Baldwin was surprised to think that he had not realized before the melody that inibriated the atmosphere around him, so taken by the tribulations of his mind that he almost missed such an intoxicating song. He did not know what he felt once he arrived in Heaven, if he had ever arrived in spite of the unjust fate in Hell that the evil Saracens wished him. He didn’t know it, but if one ever had to imagine what Heaven sounded like, that song would come to mind.

When I see the lark beating 

Its wings in joy against the rays of the sun 

That it forgets itself and lets itself fall 

Because of the sweetness that comes to its heart

She sang in Occitan, the beautiful one in the distance. The voice of his people, of his lineage, that few in the palace can pronounce after so many years of distance from their homeland in Provence. Paying more attention to the echoing song, he would not even have had to approach it to give a face to that melodic voice: he knew how to recognize his wife’s voice.

Yet it was a new context in which he saw you, new facets of you that he had not yet had a chance to observe. Your voice, sweet as honey, venerable like all your other traits, he had never heard it except in speech, when you were proclaiming orders before your subjects with the authority fit for a queen, or when you laughed at the poems and performances of the court singers, or when you whispered in Baldwin’s ears sweet words, while you lay with bodies merged between the soft silk sheets. Always spoken, but never sung.

Alas! Such great envy then overwhelms me 

Of all those whom I see rejoicing,

But though he didn’t need to approach you to recognize you, the desire to see your face exceeded any of his other needs. As if mesmerized by the sound of a siren, Baldwin was advancing towards you, with steps so slow that it seemed a hunter about to catch a deer in the woods. He wanted nothing more than to hear you sing again, that you continue to bless him with that angelic melody. What worse sin would there be than to interrupt your song, more sacred than a prayer?

His stomach filled with butterflies and turned upside down like the beasts' jugglers, his breath seemed to stop in his throat, depriving him of the breath he no longer needed, as long as he could hear you sing a moment more. And her cheeks warmed, when finally she saw you among the white lilies, more beautiful than divine salvation.

I wonder that my heart, at that moment, 

Does not melt from desire.

Baldwin wondered if you sang with him in mind, if those words of love reflected your own emotional turmoil. 

Oh, if only it were so, and your singing equalled his own words inscribed in the sonnets and poems he composed in your honor, which he himself commissioned from your favorite singers to perform at banquets, only to steal an embarrassed smile and to see the blush of your cheeks, along with the glint in your eyes.

Whether it was or not, the outcome remained the same since he was at that moment in your proximity, in the same state mixed with adoration, love and wonder at the bold gesture. But if only he had confirmation from your words...

Alas! How much I thought I knew 

About love, and how little I know, 

Because I cannot keep myself from loving 

The one from whom I will gain nothing.

"My angel, your voice sounds like heaven but your words are false." Baldwin practically saw you blow up from your session, completely taken aback by his sudden appearance, unaware that your husband has been acting as a secret public all this time. Your initial surprise quickly turns into a laugh to mask your embarrassment for being caught in a moment like this, when you thought you were alone to be able to run the streets of music with your voice.

"I beg your pardon, I thought I was alone in the gardens," your eyes met his own only for a moment, before you turned your face to try and hide the blush of your face, "it was just a silly song I heard singing to the Provençal knights. I hope I did not disrupt your walk, my love..”

He laughed softly, trying to hide his amusement from having caught you off guard. He approached you more quickly than when he did just a few moments before, but with the same phlegm that managed to inspire a feeling of safeness in you. Sitting by your side on the bare rock, he raised his bandaged hand to gently cup your face and make you turn your eyes towards him. It was only then, when you had no choice but to look at Baldwin in the face that you noticed how his eyes, the only part of his face exposed to the outside world, formed two half-moons, and you came to find that it was because of how widely he was smiling, as you lowered the veil from his face. 

He was making fun of you, you realized. With that swagger in his manner, you understood that his amusement came from your embarrassment at that silly misunderstanding. Laughing softly, he gently shook his head before bringing both hands to your face, holding it as if it were the most sacred of relics. "As much as I would love to hear you sing of your affection for me, just to hear your voice echoing in the air is the sweetest of gifts. How could you deprive me of this blessing thus far, my dear?"

You could do nothing but giggle at his sweet words, bringing your hands to his wrists to feel him closer to you. "You flatter me, my king. My voice boasts nothing more than those sweet melodies that the singers in the palace sing. Mine is only a dabble."

His gaze softened, his playful spirit addicted to your presence. He took the floor again, in a tone as soft as cotton, "At least this once, my queen, allow me to disagree with your words. My life may be short and my reality small, but never have I heard such an angelic voice, singing such sweet melodies. And God may not yet have granted me the ability to predict the future, but in my heart I know well that never will any singer be able to hold a candle to your beautiful voice, never will any song be able to express the same feeling of ecstasy.

"You, my angel, have managed to make a simple ballad an absolute work of art through your voice. I think I should take you with me into battle next time, for with your mere voice you could addict Saladin and his entire army.

"And seeing you here, angelic and perfect like the lilies that surround you, singing so softly that it would make any bird jealous, that I realize that whatever toil, whatever challenges God has stored up for me, and all those that still await me in my life, are worth it, if at the end of each of them there is you, voice of an angel, to hold a place for me in your arms of heaven." 

You were sure you were on the verge of crying a flood of tears, the result of pure emotion at his sweet words. It was not new to you that Baldwin worshipped you as much as the God to whom his kingdom was consecrated, from the first moment he got to hear your voice and admire your face, and you knew at once that he had become yours, body and soul. But it was new to you to see him like that, completely entranced by your simple being-it was something new. A wonderful newness that made you feel like the most desired of women on this earth.

Taken by a rush of boldness, you practically jumped into his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck; you ended up on top of him, with his hands around your hips. You both laughed, like two little boys frolicking in the gardens. And you left a kiss on his left cheek, then on the bridge of his nose. A kiss again on his forehead, and then down on the side of his lips. When you were about to give him another kiss, just where he most yearned for your lips, against his, you stopped a few inches away, with a wide smile, before speaking again, "If so little is enough to make your happiness, then I will sing to you every day, whenever you ask. Let me be your nightingale, your morning song and your lullaby all at once!"

"I couldn't wish for anything else, my dear. Now, however, I beg you, sing one more melody for me, before my duties drag me back to the palace, and I shall consider myself a blessed man."

"With great pleasure, my love." Your voice was now little more than a whisper. With a languid movement, Baldwin moved his body to rest his head on your lap, and you eagerly greeted him. After slightly moving the hood that veiled his head, so that you could play with his golden locks, you began to sing a new melody, one that this time spoke of reciprocated love, of the joy of being able to hold your loved one in your arms. But the words you sang barely reached Baldwin before his sky-colored eyes closed softly, his mind giving him at least a moment's despite from his perilous life. You continued to sing, caressing his face, which from day to day appeared more and more mutilated by his disease, singing the sweetest of melodies so as to prolong this idyll in which you and your husband found yourselves in. 

For with you Baldwin had a way of putting the crown aside, and being nothing more than a foolish young man in love, whose only duty was to love you, to love you with all the love that an angel like you deserved.

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Hello everyone, new writer here!!

I have some writing ideas in mind but I thought it'd be wiser to start off by writing what you guys want to read first then I might elaborate the projects I already have in mind.

GENERAL INFOS:

English isn't my first language so please be bear with me if I make any mistakes (which will happen for sure)

I probably won't write for a male!reader. Nothing against male readers, of course, but I feel that I don't have enough writing skills to write as well for a man as I would for a woman. That being said, I still might try it out in the future if it's something that many of you want. Gender neutral is also totally fine to me!

Keep in mind that I'm still studying so I might not be always able to post the same day someone sends a request, but I'll try to write my fics in no more than 3 days after the commission

If any fic I write contains spoilers from the book/series/movie THERE WILL BE A WARNING so that I don't ruin anything to anyone🤗

FANDOMS I WRITE FOR:

The Arcana

Dragon Age, all four games

Game of Thrones, all series and books

Kingdom of Heaven

Lord of the Rings, Silmarillion and other book characters included

Baldur's Gate 3

Death Note

My Hero Academia

If you want fics from other fandoms you can still ask me and I'll do some research on it so that I can make something, but it will take more time ofc.

THINGS I WON'T DO (smut related):

Anything revolving a lack of consent so no noncon, dubcon, cnc,...

Pedophilia and zoophilia (ew)

Any naughty actions related to any sort of bodily discharge (period excluded)

Any butt stuff related activities, no shame in who likes it at all but it's something that I just don't like personally and wouldn't be comfortable writing

I think that is all you guys need to know for now, once I'll get enough fics done I'll add the masterlist in this post too so you guys can see if my writing is of your liking.

Byeeee hope I'll see you in the requests!!!!

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caitlin clark x fem!reader

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after tweaking her ankle, what caitlin needs is some r & r.

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I got kind of carried away with this one, so it may be a bit chaotic. not a lot of smut, but i thought it worked. thanks for the request. hope yall enjoy! love yall.

Watching Caitlin play always made me unbelievably nervous. It is not that I doubt her skill. I’m not crazy. I mean her constant record breaking, insane scoring, and media attention speak for themselves. I can’t deny that she looks absolutely amazing when she plays the game that she loves, but game day came with so many unknowns. In a perfect world, everyone would play their best every game and the better team would always win. Unfortunately, that wasn’t usually the case. People have off games, refs make bad calls, and sometimes good teams just lose. As nervous as I got, all of that faded when I saw that look on her face. A look of pure joy, passion and excitement. Few things are more beautiful than seeing the person you love accomplish everything that they’ve worked for. I wouldn’t miss one of her games for the world. Every little thing that she did was just more proof of her outstanding talent.There were few things that Caitlin hated more than losing. Those things definitely worried me, but there was another unknown that was worse. Injuries. 

Caitlin had been lucky to avoid major injury during her collegiate career, but that wasn’t the case for other talented players. Hearing about the horrific injuries that other talented players like Paige Bueckers and Azzi Fudd of UCONN and Rori Harmon of Texas and so many others have gone through just reminds you how easily your season could end. It certainly didn’t help knowing the strain that the point guard put on her body. She averages over 30 minutes a game. Her coach has even gone on record to say that she doesn’t take Caitlin out of games when they are winning by a lot. On top of that the brunette is known for selling her fouls as much as possible. She frequently comes to our shared apartment covered in bruises, but that’s just what happens when you are a household name. Defenses are coming after you with the sole goal to shut you down. It didn’t make it any easier on me though. Watching her get shoved and fall to the ground never failed to make my heart stop. Especially when the refs refused to make the obvious call.

When Saturday finally came around, I was pretty nervous. Indiana was typically a tough game for the Hawkeyes  Plus, the game was being streamed on FOX which was a big deal for this team. I vividly remember Caitlin’s buzzer beater against Indiana last year. I don’t think I’d ever seen Caitlin so excited since we started dating. It was moments like those that made up for all the times I held my breath waiting for her to get up or when she would be gone for what felt like weeks at a time. 

We started the day with our normal game day routine. Caitlin had to be at CHA at 1 PM for shoot around before the game at 7 PM. We slept in until about 8:30 which was pretty impressive for Caitlin who typically woke up before the sun. We didn’t actually get out of bed for another hour. I couldn’t bring myself to leave her warm embrace. Once we finally got up, we made breakfast together as the sun shined in through the window of our shared apartment. This had become somewhat of a tradition for the two of us. Intimate moments like this were hard for us to come by during the season. Caitlin had made it a point to spend home game day mornings at home with you. Small domestic things like this helped to calm her nerves and get her in the right mindset. Caitlin was one of the clingiest people I’ve ever met, so it was no surprise that she spent every moment she could with me.

As I cooked our eggs, bacon, and toast, her arms were wrapped around my waist as she stood behind me the entire time. I’d be lying if I said that it wasn’t absolutely adorable the way she followed me around. Once we sat down to eat, her hand was glued to my thigh as we talked about the upcoming game. Caitlin had a habit of rambling about the things that she was passionate about, basketball and occasionally the Chiefs. She explained the whole scouting report and their game plan for the day while we ate. Most of it went over my head, but I just loved to see how invested she got into games.

After we ate, I washed the dishes before helping her straighten her hair. This was probably my favorite tradition. It started the first night I spent at her place back when she was a freshman. We had spent a lot longer in her bed that morning than we did this morning. She eventually had to get up and get ready. That's when I learned that she straightened her hair before every game. I obviously wanted to help in any way that I could, so I did it for her. Of course, she went on to have a 30 point triple double which she insisted was a result of me doing her hair. Now she claimed it was her good luck charm, so I did her hair everyday. I think it was just an excuse for us to spend time together, but she insisted it wasn’t. 

As we made our way to the vanity as she sat down, I grabbed her brush and gently ran it through her brown locks. I plugged her flat iron in before spraying her hair with heat protectant. I quickly traded the brush for my hands as I gently ran my fingers through her hair. My nails lightly scratched her head as she relaxed into me. She leaned back against me. I sectioned her hair into 3 parts. I then started to straighten her relatively straight hair. We sat in a comfortable silence that was occasionally interrupted by her giggles as my touch sent shivers down her body. Once it was straightened to her liking, I brushed it into a perfect ponytail with no bumps. Finally, I slipped on her pre wrap headband. I placed a quick kiss on her head before speaking. “All done sweet girl!” I announce proudly. As much as I pretended to be annoyed by her clinginess, it was actually one of my favorite things about her. I loved to spend time with her as much as she did. 

“It looks perfect. Thank you baby.” She cocked her head to the side to ensure that there were no bumps. She slipped her ponytail to stand up and face me. Her hands found their place on my hips as she connected our lips. I couldn’t help but slightly giggle at her forward approach, but I quickly wrapped my arms around her neck an I kissed her back. Before I realized what was happening, her hand slid under my thighs, so she could pick me up. This only made me giggle again. She walked us back into our room where she set me on the bed. She kept our lips connected as she gently pushed me onto our bed. I pulled back and shook my head at the brunette. 

“Cait, you need to finish getting ready. You need to leave in like 30 minutes . Plus, it’s like a blizzard out there.” I giggled at her as her lips found their way to my neck. I tried to shimmy away from her. 

“Princess, you know I can do a lot in 30 minutes,” she teased as she continued to trail her lips towards my chest. “Plus it’s part of our routine. We can’t just skip it.” I rolled my eyes at her, yet a smile was still glued to my face. She was a really hard person to say no to. It’s not like I didn’t want this to happen. I had been waiting for this all morning, but I still had to attempt to be somewhat responsible. 

“Fine, I’ll give you 15 minutes.” I conceded. I felt her lips form a smirk against my collarbones. My hands rested lightly on the back of her neck as my breaths quickened from her touch. 

“Baby, I only need 10.” Her hands quickly slid under my shirt and she pulled the cloth over my head to expose my bare chest. She clearly wasn’t wasting any time. Her hands found my boobs. She squeezed them gently before wrapping her lips around my nipple and sucking lightly. This immediately elicited a soft moan from my lips as my back arched to bring our bodies closer. She continued to move down my torso, leaving sweet kisses as she went. I grabbed her shirt in an effort to get her to take it off. She giggled against my skin once she got the message. She sat up and pulled her shirt off while maintaining perfect eye contact with me. I bit down on my lip before pulling her back down to meet my lips. My hands cupped her cheeks while her's moved down to the waistband of my pajama pants. I moaned into her mouth. Her fingers quickly found their way under my thong as she softly rubbed circles over my clit. My head fell back to break the kiss as pleasure coursed through my body. Her finger quickly sped up causing me to practically scream. My nails clawed at her back as my hips bucked to meet her movements. 

“Fuck Cait…” I whined as I got extremely close to finishing. Caitlin could clearly sense that, so she gently pushed one of her fingers inside of me with a smirk plastered on her face. It was a smirk that I couldn’t see on account of my eyes being squeezed shut. She speed up her finger as they curved perfectly inside of me

“You look so pretty like this,” she whispered against my lips before placing soft kisses on my cheeks. Her words only made my moans more intense.  My legs slowly spasmed as I finished on her fingers. My breathing was heavy and rapid as the brunette helped me through my orgasm. She slowly pulled her finger out and placed a kiss on my lips. I kissed her back until she pulled back to stand up and change. 

“I told you I only needed 10 minutes.” She had checked the time on her phone.  I laughed at her cocky attitude. 

“What about you?” I asked softly. 

“We don’t have time for that right now, but you can return the favor after the game.” She smirked before starting to get ready.

When she turned around, I noticed the red scratches that I left down her back. I couldn’t hold back the giggle that left my mouth at the sight. Caitlin turned around to look at me with a confused look on her face as she scrunched her eyebrows. 

“Are you laughing at me?” she said with a small smile on her lips.

“No, no, I’m not, I swear!” I protested with a slight smirk still on my face. “It’s uh just…”  I paused as I considered not telling her about the marks on her back. “Um maybe you should go look at your back-” I said quietly. Caitlin finished pulling her sports bra on before heading to the bathroom and turning around to look in the mirror.

“Oh fuck, that’s hot.” She called out to me. “It’s okay. My jersey should cover it.” She said as she walked back into our room. She placed a quick kiss on my lips before she pulled on her Hawkeyes shooting shirt and a pair of shorts. “The girls may have a few questions though,” she winked. I stayed curled up in our bed as I watched her grab her bag. She stood there for a moment as I could tell that she was going over a list of everything she needed. She grinned when she realized that she had everything that she needed. Then, she turned to speak to me before she headed out the door.

“Okay, I’m going to head to Carver-Hawkeye. I’ll see you after the game. Meet me at the tunnel?” 

“Yeah.” I agreed. “Please try and be careful out there, okay? You know how much I worry.” I said sincerely.

“I will. I promise.” Her voice came across soft and sweet. I knew that she wasn’t actually going to do what I asked, but there wasn’t exactly anything I could do about that. “I left you something to wear on the dryer. I love you.” She said as she turned to leave. 

“I love you too, sweet girl! You’re going to do great!” I called out to the point guard. I blew her a kiss as she walked out the door. That was the last part of our routine. She instinctively turned around and grabbed the air as if it was to grab the kiss I blew her. She put her hand over her heart before leaving the apartment. 

I mindlessly scrolled through my phone before I forced myself out of bed to get ready for the game. I found one of Caitlin’s jerseys sitting on the dryer and quietly laughed to myself. I remember the first time I wore her jersey. The look on her face indicated that it really did something for her to see me with her name and number on my back. I got dressed and realized that I was definitely going to need to wear something on account of the blizzard and the bruises on my neck from our earlier activities. I pulled on a pair of jeans and one of Caitlin’s gray hoodies before pulling the jersey over it. I finished getting ready before heading to CHA.

After shoot around in the Hawkeye locker room

The girls were enjoying an hour of down time to change into their jerseys and get ready for the game. Jada, Hannah, Kylie, and Sydney were making a tiktok. Molly and AJ were talking in the corner. Gabbie was braiding Kate’s ponytail. The rest of the girls were getting their hair put up, jerseys on, or looking at their phones. Caitlin had been goofing around for a while before she finally got changed. She pulled her shooting shirt over her head as she grabbed her jersey from her locker when she heard a gasp come from one of the girls and a laugh from another. 

“Oh my god Caitlin, did you get attacked or something?” Taylor asked as she saw the marks on the brunette’s back. Caitlin was confused at first before she remembered the state her back was in. She just laughed at the comment. 

“Holy shit Caitlin…” Kate laughed uncontrollably. “I guess you and your girl had some fun this morning.”

“You’re just mad that I’m getting laid and you're not.” The point guard spoke bluntly as she pulled her jersey over her head. This only caused more laughter to erupt throughout the small room.  Caitlin headed over to the mirror to make sure that they wouldn’t be visible to the thousands of people that would be watching the game. 

Moments before tip off at CHA

My heart was racing as I watched the hawkeye starting 5 take the court. I had a feeling that this was going to be a good game. The first quarter was pretty rough for Caitlin. She missed all 6 of her three point attempts. I could tell that she was frustrated. She was yelling at the refs for not calling fouls which only made me more concerned. Her shot finally fell through the hoop in the second quarter. A wave of relief washed over me. The Hawkeyes were up at the half, so I could finally breathe. It didn’t look like the team was going to have to rely on Caitlin to make another buzzer beater to win the game. Molly was having a great night which made it more fun. Caitlin absolutely loved to watch her teammates do great things. Everything was going well until she went for a layup and got knocked to the ground. I held my breath as I saw her grab her elbow as she layed on the ground for longer than usual. She of course got back up and shot her free throws. This would normally be a good sign, but I knew that she could still be hurt and keep playing. I watched her carefully and she seemed to be doing okay. She made some big shots and some good passes, so I relaxed a bit. 

It wasn’t her best game, but the Hawkeyes had a decent lead of almost 20 going into the 4th quarter. Of course 40 seconds in, Caitin starts limping on her left ankle. Thankfully, she quickly went to the bench and got checked out by the trainers. All I wanted to do was race down to the table and check on her, but before I could move , she was already at the scorer’s table getting ready to check back in. I couldn’t say that I was surprised. There were very few things in this world that could keep her off of the floor. Tweaking her ankle surely wasn’t one of them. She played for about another 6 minutes before coming off of the floor for the rest of the game. Iowa finished the game with a strong win, 84-57, over Indiana. I waited in the tunnel for the girls to come out like I always did. It didn’t take long before I saw Kate. 

“MONEY MARTIN!” I called out playfully which made her look up from her phone. Her lips contorted into a sweet smile when she saw that it was me yelling at her. She walked over and gave me a quick hug. “You guys killed it tonight!” I beamed at the 6 foot blonde. 

“Thanks!” she said through a wide grin. “Cait’s getting checked out by the trainer. You can go and see her if you want.” She spoke softly. 

“Oh okay.” I said as my face turned to one full of worry.

“She’s fine. It’s just a precaution.” She said comfortingly as she rubbed my arm. I nodded as I tried to force a smile. “Besides by the looks of her back. She’s got plans for you…” she teased.

“Oh shut up kate!” I said as I pushed her shoulder. She had started laughing at this point. 

“I’m going to head out. Go get your girl!” She called out as she turned to leave. 

I shook my head as I headed towards the training room. I leaned in the doorway as I watched Caitlin wince in pain as Sarah, one of the athletic training assistants, wrapped her ankle in ice. She roughly ran her hands down her face. 

“Hey…” I called out gently. My voice immediately grabbed her attention as she looked at me. “How’s her ankle?” I asked Sarah. 

“It looks like she just tweaked it, so she should be okay. It’s probably going to be sore for the next couple of days. She needs to take a few days off. I talked to Coach Bluder and we think she should skip practice and rest until Tuesday.”

“Wait what?!” Caitlin interrupted to  protest. “I’m not missing practice. I’m literally fine.” 

“Cait, you are going to do whatever they tell you to do.” I said sternly as I walked over to her. I sat down on the edge of the table she was sitting on. 

“But-” She tried to protest, but I slapped her arm. 

“Stop.” I said before turning back to Sarah to allow her to continue. 

“She needs to take some Advil and ice and elevate it tomorrow. She really should just stay off of it for a day or so. It should feel fine by Tuesday.” Sarah explained. 

“You’ve got it!” I said looking at Caitlin. She took the hint and nodded. Sarah smiled before leaving.

“Alright, let’s get you home, pretty girl.” I said after placing a kiss on her forehead. I reached out my hand to help her down from the training table. 

“I’m fine, you know.” She said as she took my hand and hopped down. She winced slightly when she put weight on the ankle. The adrenalin from the game had come down and caused her to feel the pain in her ankle. 

“Sure,” I said sarcastically as I pulled her arm over my shoulder and picked up her bag. She shifted some of her weight on to me as we walked to the car. 

Once we got home, I helped her up the stairs before sitting her on the couch inside our apartment. I put her bag in our closet before heading to the kitchen to make her something to eat. She tried to get up to be closer to me, but I immediately shut her down.

“Nope. Go sit down.” I pointed as I walked over to her. She begrudgingly sat down. I propped her ankle up on a few pillows and handed her water and Advil that she promptly took. “What are you hungry for?” I asked softly.

“You.” she smirked as she tried to pull me onto her lap. I immediately moved out of her reach and rolled my eyes. I walked back into the kitchen and dug through the freezer. 

“We still have some pasta from Trader Joes?” I called out to the brunette.

“That’s fine.” She said 

“Okay, I started you a bath, so why don’t you go wash up while I finish dinner. I put some epsom salt in the water to help with your ankle.”

“Baby, I’m not some sick puppy. You heard Sarah say that I’ll be fine.”

“Caitlin, why do you have to make everything so difficult? I’m just trying to help.” I sighed as I started the stove. 

“Fine, I’ll take a bath if you get in with me…” 

“I’m finishing dinner right now. Just go take a bath. If you listen to me and let me help you I promise you’ll get what you want. Okay?” 

The thought that you would eventually give in if she just listened to me became intriguing to her as she got up and headed into the bathroom. I headed up the pasta and baked some bread. After about 30 minutes, Caitlin walked out in a USA basketball shirt and a pair of sweats. Her hair was soaking wet. She sat down at the counter and I put her plate in front of her. 

“I’m sorry for being difficult. I really do appreciate you trying to take care of me.” she said sincerely. Her words brought a smile to my face. I sat down next to her. We ate in silence, just enjoying each other's company. A yawn left Caitlin’s mouth after she finished eating which reminded me that she was probably exhausted.

“You ready for bed?” I asked as my hand softly caressed her arm. She nodded and stood up. I followed suit and wrapped my arm around her waist to help her into the room. She headed into the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth. I headed back to the kitchen to clean up before doing the same. I changed into my own pajamas. Then, we both climbed into bed. Her arm was loosely wrapped around my shoulder as my head laid on her chest. 

“I’m really proud of you, Cait. You played great!” I mumbled into her chest. My fingers played with the hem of her t shirt. 

“Thanks, baby. I really liked seeing you in the stands with my name on your back.” She placed a kiss on my head. Her attention was focused on the brightly colored graphics for numerous new shows as she scrolled through Netflix to find something for us to watch. My hand gradually moved down. “What about this?” Caitlin asked as the cursor landed on some new show. My hand was now fidgeting with the waistband of her sweatpants.

“Sure,” I said, not even bothering to look at the TV. I had a feeling that we wouldn’t be watching the show for long. Caitlin started the first episode. Her focus was captured by the motion on the screen. She hadn’t seemed to notice my hand getting dangerously close to her panties. I took that as an opportunity to take advantage of her lack of attention. I slipped my hand under the waist of her sweats.

“W-what are you doing, baby girl?” Her voice was slightly shaky as she looked down to meet my gaze with a smirk. 

“I’m returning the favor like I said I would.” The brunette immediately relaxed as she heard my words. I took that as a sign to continue. I used my other hand to pull her in for a kiss. Our lips moved perfectly in sync as I leaned over her as my hand traveled to her panties. A soft moan left her mouth as I rubbed her clothed pussy. I quickly pushed my tongue into her mouth. Her hips grind themselves against my hand. I pulled my lips off of hers. I shifted my body lower as I pulled her sweatpants down along with her underwear. My mouth left soft kisses down her muscular thighs. Caitlin was never especially loud when I went down on her. Her breathing would speed up and she would let out a few groans. She wasn’t one to moan or scream out from pleasure. She would mumble words of praise though. 

“Fuck, please baby girl. Stop teasing.” Her voice was desperate, but still had an edge of dominance. Her hands were tangled in my hard. I couldn’t help, but giggle hearing her beg. I slid my hands under her thighs and brought her pussy close to me. I gently dragged my tongue through her folds. Her breath sped up and her grip on my hair grew tighter. She pulled me closer to her which I took as a sign to speed up my tongue. I sucked on her clit which only caused more groans to leave her mouth.

“Good girl. Just like that.” she mumbled. She pushed the stray hair out of my face, so she could see better. Her eyes were fixed on the sight of me between her legs. I pulled back for a moment. My eyes met Caitlin’s brown ones as I put 2 fingers in my mouth. The site only made Caitlin wetter as I sucked on my fingers. Once they were wet enough, I gently pushed them inside of the point guard. The wave of pleasure that washed through her body caused her head to fall back on to the mattress. My fingers gently curled inside of her tight pussy. Her quick breath and soft groans told me that she’d adjusted to the size. I thrusted them into her faster before reconnecting my lips to her clit. The pleasure caused her hips to buck into my face. I used my free hand to hold her down. Her legs shook slightly as she got closer to the edge. I sped my fingers up as they hit her sweet spot.

“Fuck yes,” she moaned quietly as her legs tightened around my face. She finished soon after as cum ran down her thighs. I thrusted a few more times before pulling my finger out. I wiped the mix of saliva and cum of my lips before shifting myself upwards to connect my lips with hers. Her breath was still erratic, but she quickly gave into the kiss. I pulled away and saw her eyes were heavy.

“I love you, Cait.” I whispered into her ear before returning to my place, curled up next to her side. She wrapped her arm around me to pull me closer to her frame. 

“I love you too.” She spoke through a yawn that reaffirmed my decision for us to go to bed. I shut my eyes and we both drifted off to sleep. 

The Next Morning

I woke up as the sun started to pear in through the window. Despite the freezing temperatures outside, I could still feel the warmth as the light shone into our room. I pulled myself out of bed to make some coffee and a light breakfast. I left our bedroom door open, so I would know when Caitlin woke up. Thankfully, she slept the entire time I was cooking. I brought her a cup of coffee and a plate of food into our room and set it on her nightstand. I crawled back under our covers and into her arms. Her eyes slowly opened when she felt my presence return. 

“Morning,” she mumbled against my forehead.

“Good Morning, baby,” I beamed at the sleepy brunette. “I made you breakfast. It’s on your nightstand.”

“Thanks, pretty girl.” She rubbed her eyes in an attempt to wake herself up. She then pulled me closer into her body. I giggled into her chest. She sat up slightly and took a slip of coffee. I had already eaten, so I just stayed in her embrace as she ate. She tried to get up and take our plates to the kitchen, but I quickly stopped her.  

“I got it,” I said as I grabbed her plate and took it into the kitchen. I turned back to the room to speak to my girlfriend. “Don’t even think about getting out of bed. You are on strict rest and recovery.” She rolled her eyes at me, but listened to my request. I came back with an ice pack which only made her roll her eyes harder. 

“Stop with the attitude. You heard Sarah. Besides you can’t tell me that it doesn’t still hurt,” I sat down on Caitlin’s side of the bed, so I could wrap the ice pack around her ankle. “It’s not super swollen, so I think that's a good sign,” I smiled. 

“Yeah, it’s a little tender, but it doesn’t hurt too bad,” she admitted. She winced slightly as the cold pack touched her skin. I murmured a ‘sorry’ before crawling back into her arms. “Thanks for taking such great care of me. I’m sorry for being a pain in the ass.” She laughed.

“It’s fine. I get it, but we are going to spend the rest of the day resting and relaxing, okay?” I said softly as I laid on her chest.

“As long as I get to do it with you.”