whiteskullofroses

[whiteskullofroses]

Noch einer! (DIETER HELLSTROM X READER)

PART 2! (NSFW)

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A/n: YALLL ITS HERE. Sorry for the long wait, but I'm telling y'all it was worth it. Once again it is 1 am, and Dieter is looking rather scrumptious. This one is one hell of a smut, so be prepared. (Yall better be proud of me for finally having the balls to write smut:)) Enjoy!

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Tag list: @kateris-world

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Meanwhile, he took a deep breath and slowly let it out. His left hand was in his pocket the whole time, swiftly he pulled his hand out of his pocket and grabbed your face, to your surprise he didn't press a gun to your lips, he pressed his lips against yours. He kissed you.

You were taken back by his sudden actions, as you were sure this was going to be your end, when in reality, it was just a new start.

You knew this wasn't right, you knew that he was your political enemy but oh god how attractive he was. Besides, you left politics behind a bottle of scotch ago.

Dieter leaned into you and used his free hand to grab your waist. Pulling you closer to him, you could taste the alcohol on his tongue.

His hand moved lower to your hips, squeezing them hard. So hard it almost made you whine out. You let your arms fall around his neck and travel up to his hair. Your loss of sence made you make the hat fall off his head onto the ground.

Dieter broke free from the kiss, breathing deeply. He panted and smikred, then pat his lap : "Come sit, mein Schatz."

Spreading his legs, making room for you to sit on one of his thighs, he sighed. As soon as you sat down, you felt something hard: "Have a gun in your pocket?"

He simply looked at you and grabbed your face: "Shhh..." He lifted one of his eyebrows and placed one of his hands on your lower stomach, dangerously close to your pussy: "Be good and keep quiet." He tilted his head towards the other walk-in room, where the meeting was supposed to be held before everyone got drunk. You could hear the other Germans laughing and playing cards, but once Dieter spoke, all your attention landed on his voice: "We don't want them to hear us now, do we," speaking softly in your ear, making you even more lustful for him: "mein Schatz?."

You shook your tipsy head, all you wanted was him inside of you, him touching you and him covering you in love bites all over, the whole rest of the night.

Looking up at him and into his eyes, sitting in his lap with his already hard cock beneath you, feeling his hot breath on your neck as he kissed and bit it. You were in heaven.

"Good girl." His hand went underneath your fake Nazi uniform dress and right into your panties.

Once his fingers were playing with your clit, you moaned out, totally forgetting about the people a thin wall away from you. Dieter was quick to shut you up with his hand now holding your mouth shut.

He finally started fingering you, drawing circles on your clit and stars in your eyes, you felt yourself getting even wetter and even more hotter. For a man, he was incredibly skilled on how to please a woman, quite frankly, you were impressed, but deep down not really surprised.

His hand was holding your mouth so tight that all that was heard for you were soft muffles and moans of pure pleasure.

You moved your ass on his cock, making him whine out in the sudden feeling of friction. Although Dieter felt like he was going to cross the finish line already, you could feel him trying his best to hold back.

All of this became almost too much. Him quietly moaning and gasping in your ear as you rubbed your ass on his cock, you being drawn to literal tears by how good he made you feel. On top of that, you both were drunk to death.

Just as you were about to come, he pulled out of you and quickly picked you up, bridal style, and put you on the table. You cringed at the feeling of spilled scotch soaking your uniform, but didn't really care, cuz after this night, you were planning on burning it anyway.

Dieter put you infront of him, with your back on the table. Spreading your legs, you couldn't believe such a beautiful sight right on-top of you.

Dieter was now standing in between your legs, his hard cock bulging out of his black pants, his hair a mess and his hungry eyes staring at you.

"Please." Was all you had to utter for him to rip your underwear from under the skirt off. As he threw the panties on a chair close by, you lifted yourself up in a sitting position and unzipped his pants.

Dieter was quick to push you back down. With a devilish smirk on his face he breathed out: "So eager for me, huh?"

All you did in response was moan out his name.

That sent him into overdrive. Just hearing you so desperate for him made him even more motivated to make you unable to walk for days.

Dieter finally pulled out his cock, it was so swollen, you almost felt bad for not making him come already.

He placed the tip of his cock at your entrance and slowly pushed in. You took a deep breathe in, ready to take him.

It didn't take you long to get comfortable with his size and become a moaning mess underneath him.

The people in the other room were no longer an issue, as most of them were already asleep, and those who weren't under such strong influence already left the basement and headed home.

"You feel..." Dieter was barely able to form sentences at this point: "so good..."

Slowly, as he felt himself getting closer to orgasm, he started getting sloppier with his thrusts and much more intense with his voice. He was getting quite loud, and so were you.

Leaning down to kiss you, you could smell his cologne. The fragrance gave off a spicy, earthy and almost citrusy like whiff. Definitely Hugo Boss.

"Dieter!" You screamed out, breathless as he made you cross the finish line and come all over his cock.

"Scheisse..." Moaned out the man before he came inside of you. He let his head fall down to your chest, breathing deeply.

Your tangled your fingers in his hair and started to calm down from your high. It felt so intimate to you, and you loved it.

Dieter slowly lifted his head and kissed your forehead. He picked you up from the table and made you sit in his lap once again.

"Mein Schatz..." He caressed your face, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear: "you did such a good job."

You kissed his cheek and looked Into his eyes: "I would have never, in a million years, guessed how this night would play out."

He simply smiled, looked at the cigarette box on the table and asked: "Noch einer?"

THE END.

#inglorious basterds #dieter x reader #dieter hellstrom #quentin tarantino #ww2 #germany #smut

[whiteskullofroses]

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[whiteskullofroses]

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Inglorious bastards:

Dieter Hellstrom:

- Noch einer!

- Noch einer pt 2

Kingdom of heaven:

Baldwin Iv:

- Late night talk

- Being his wife (headcanons)

- Star of Jerusalem

- Being his physician

The walking dead:

Daryl Dixson:

- I found you

Halloween

Michael Myers:

- Obsessed

Wrong turn:

- The eyes of a hunter

[whiteskullofroses]

Noch einer!

(Dieter Hellstrom x reader)- slight nsfw

A/N: Man idk, it's 1 am and Dieter is baby girl. I don't support nacizm/any of this man's ideologies. Enjoy!

🍻 Imagine being a Yugoslav Partisan camouflaged as an SS officer, when attending a nazi meeting in the basement you meet Dieter. After a few too many shots you slip up, but luckily he is too busy thinking about you rather than the things you say.🍻

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The room was getting louder and louder with every second running by, yet you didn't budge. At least on the outside, on the inside though, you were on fire. The gun on your belt looked lovelier with every nazi that walked in and sat down at the table you were sitting at.

You couldn't believe that you approved of this "genius" plan The Basterds came up with. No matter how stupid it seemed, there was a possibility it could work and you wanted nothing more than to have these Schwabs out of Europe and sent straight to hell where they belonged.

The SS uniform felt too tight and uncomfortable, you tapped your black boots against the cold cement and silently cursed every officer that came in the basement, however, you decided to busy your mind with something else and stretch your legs. You got up, lit a cigarette in between your middle and pointer finger, and noticed the gramophone hiding behind a wall. Just as you noticed it, it stopped playing. Walking up to the gramophone to restart it, your eyes noticed a figure in the corner.

The yellow light from the candle lit up the left side of his face.

The SS officer was reading a book and drinking beer. The more you stared at him, your mind forgetting about the music, the more attractive he looked. "No, Y/N this isn't right," you said to yourself: "I shouldn't pray on men today, especially nazis."

Without realizing he was staring right back at you until he finally spoke: "Fräulein? Was ist los?" You broke eye contact and didn't reply.

He took a deep breath and closed the book, his hand patting the sit next to him, gesturing for you to sit down.

Your heartbeat quickened, the tension was unbearable and not in a good way.

"Y/N, do not show any compassion to him, his people are killing yours on the lines out there, he doesn't deserve it." Were the only thoughts running through your head the whole time you were slowly walking up to his side.

But for now, you had to be an actress to stay alive. His cologne smelled nice. That was the first remark you truly noticed about him, besides his amazing looks. "Wie heißt du, Liebling?"

"Liebling? Hah," you thought: "what an attempt to get me flustered."

"Erika Shauenberg."

It wasn't your real name, of course.

"Zigarette?" the man asked you, smiling. His smile wasn't bad either, in fact, he was the most perfect man you've ever seen.

"Why does he have to be a piece of shit?"

Your cigarette from before burned up by itself without you even putting it in your mouth. He really got you distracted so much that you forgot to smoke.

Nodding and taking one out of the box you thanked him: "Danke."

With one slick move, he pulled out a lighter and lit it. German cigs tasted different than the Yugoslav ones, but for the time being, they were good enough.

"Oh!" He remembered: "Es tut mir leid, dass ich vergessen habe," putting one in his mouth as well: "mich vorzustellen."

Blowing smoke into thin air: "Major Dieter Hellstrom."

Dieter? What an extraordinary name.

"Erik!" Dieter called out to the waiter as he approached our table. "Scotch, zwei Gläser!"

Grinning, he leaned closer to you and half whispered: "Erik hat eine Flasche Jahre alten Whisky aus dem schottischen Hochland-"

"Would you mind if we continued in English?" You interrupted him: "I was raised in France as a German kid." Tapping your cigarette on a black ashtray: "I never learned proper German because my father, well..."

Think Y/N! Think!

"He was killed in combat and my mother died from the flu when I was only 5 years old." Putting on a sad face you sighed: "I was given to a foster family in France."

"Where?" Dieter wondered.

"Menton."

"Ah, Erik!"

The waiter brought the two of you your drinks and left the scotch bottle on the table. Amazing, this was going to be a long night.

However, in reality, you couldn't complain about being in his company. Yes, he was a nazi, and yes you hated nazis, but damn was he charming.

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1 hour later....

You've never had this much fun in your life. How many shots you drank, how many cigarettes you smoked? You didn't care, and neither did Dieter. He was just as shitfaced as you.

You both laughed at each other's stories from the past.

"Noch einer, Liebling?"

"Ja, bitte!"

As he took your glass to fill it up, you watched the golden liquid splash on the table as the bottle slipped from his hand. You quickly picked it up, slightly touching his hand while leaning over the table to reach it, and laughed out loud.

"You know this reminds me when I lived in Yugo-"

Shit. No no no no no!

"Yugo? What Yugo?" he looked at you, his eyes glassy, gazing upon your face.

You swallowed hard: "Yugo? Yugo! Ah, yes!"

Think Y/n, think!

"Yugo's apartment .."

Good job Y/n

"We dated in highschool."

It was quite impressive how your foggy brain could still have such a wild imagination.

For a second he looked at you and said:

"You're aren't German, are you?"

Silence

You simply started at him and ran over the words he just spoke.

He said it's so effortlessly, his drunk tongue didn't slur one word in that sentence, as if that didn't mean that you were about to die. There was no solution in getting out of this. You do not have any evidence that you in fact were German, nor that you lived in France! Hell you don't even know France that well at all! You were pretty sure these were your last moments alive before his pretty German pistol would shoot you in the head and leave you for the rats feast on.

Suddenly the clock on the stone wall behind you started ticking slower, your heartbeat sped up and your palms got sweaty.

Meanwhile, he took a deep breath and slowly let it out. His left hand was in his pocket the whole time, swiftly he pulled his hand out of his pocket and grabbed your face, to your surprise he didn't press a gun to your lips, he pressed his lips against yours. He kissed you.

To be continued...

#dieter x reader #dieter hellstrom #inglourious basterds #august diehl

[whiteskullofroses]

Hi! I saw that you accept request for Baldwin IV. If you do still accept, could you pls write one where y/n and Baldwin would stay up too late talking to each other until one falls asleeps? Thanks 💕

Hi there thank you for the request! And to clarify, you can always request any characters you want❤️ Enjoy!

LATE NIGHT TALK

Baldwin Iv x reader

It was a cold night in Jerusalem. You were walking around the palace gazing up at the stars and thinking about life when all of a sudden, a familiar voice grabbed your attention: "Y/N!" He called out to you from his room. It was all lit up with candles so you could see his shape clearly: "Care to join me?" The young king's voice sounded so energetic, even though it was already midnight. You answered: "With pleasure!" And happily headed out to his quarters.

Once you reached the hallway that led to his room, you noticed that the door was already opened for you but still, you knocked on the wood to make your presence known.

He turned from his desk to look at you. His mask shone from the candles around him and made his blue eyes sparkle.

"Care for a round?" Baldwin gestured towards the chess set and sat down at the table. "Y/n" Sitting down and listening to his words "I've missed you tonight. I rarely see you these days."

You smiled and replied: "Work has been incredibly tiring," taking a sip of some wine a servant poured: "I've hardly found any time for friends."

Baldwin leaned closer to you: "Well now it's the time. Relax."

You started the chess game and asked: "How come weren't you at the banquet last Monday?"

The King moved a pawn and sighed: "I had an unexpected meeting which I couldn't miss."

Nodding, you moved on since you didn't want to trouble him with hard topics so late in the night.

"Have you read any new poetry lately?" Asking him like you always do, you always loved to listen to him talk about the things he was passionate about, one of them being literature.

Whether it be myths from across Europe containing dragons and other mystical beings or poetry that many saw as simple, however from a trained eye's perspective it was true art projected onto paper.

"Yes, I've read this wonder piece from a book from France Preseren called 'Poezije'" Grabbing the book from a nearby chair and flipping through it, Baldwin proclaimed: "Would you like to hear it?"

"I'd love to, Baldwin." You supported your head with your elbow on the table, as the late hours of the night cut into your brains. "Where did you get it from?"

"I believe I got this book as a gift from my sister when she visited Carniola."

Finally, he started reading, his voice soft as ever:

Fresh flowers will spread fragrance far and near,

Like roses when the winter's passed away.

Your eyelids became heavier and heavier with every word he spoke:

And spring displays its marvelous array,

While through the trees white scattered blossoms peer

Your breathing became deeper, with waves of relaxation washing through your body. All of a sudden you felt like you were 10 years old again, when your mother used to read you books to help you fall asleep.

All this time away from your parents and away from your childhood made you forget how soothing it was and how much you enjoyed it.

Baldwin continued reading the poem whilst you were drifting off into peaceful sleep, right there on his 'chess table'.

He hardly noticed you falling asleep right opposite to him as he was focusing on the text he was reading. But when he finished reading the poem and looked up from the book, he realized you slept through half of it.

He chuckled to himself. Baldwin wasn't mad or annoyed with you, rather he felt a sort of fulfillment that he managed to get you to fall asleep.

For a moment he just sat there, staring at you. You didn't know it at the time but he admired you deeply. For your intelligence and your beauty. He found that this was one of the times he could truly silently look at you and not feel bad about it.

Whenever he would catch himself gazing upon you he would get this guilt deep in his chest. He felt as though it was appropriate for him to look at you when the two of you were just colleagues.

So he slowly walked up to you and carefully picked you up. Walking up to his bed and laying you down in the middle, he knew he couldn't sleep there that night, that would be simply too much.

He decided to go and spend the night in the guest room. Just as he was about to leave your side, you woke up and grabbed him by the wrist, gently but enough so he could feel it.

"Baldwin, stay."

THE END.

#baldwin iv #baldwin iv x reader #kingdom of heaven

[whiteskullofroses]

Hi! Can I pls request headcanons about being King Baldwin IV's wife? Thank you ❤️❤️

Heyyy thank you for the request ❤️ sorry this took long, enjoy!

❗THIS IS ABOUT BALDWIN IV FROM KOH, NOT THE ACTUAL HISTORICAL FIGURE❗

Baldwin IV's wife

(headcanons)

- Dear Y/N, from the day that the ring would be put on your finger and the vows spoken, you would be SPOILED. Gifts, flowers and rare bottled aromas from various civilizations all over the world would be given to you from your husband every day.

- This was because he wanted to show you how much he appreciated you and the love you have for him, but also because one of his love languages is gift giving. For example, if one day he wore a new necklace or perhaps a new pair of gloves and you complimented them, they would be yours the second after.

- He felt the love in your relationship and was aware that you'd never leave him however he was still terrified of you running away with another "better-looking" and richer man. You would oftentimes wake up in the middle of the night to find him breathing heavily and sweating because of a nightmare he had in regards to that.

- That's why reassuring him about such things plays a big role in the marriage. He is a strong and intelligent man, but sometimes his insecurities get the best of him.

- One of his love languages is also physical touch. When sitting at meetings with people of power and discussing problems, he would hold your hand under the table or put his hand on your thigh.

- He also relaxed around you even more than before, walking around without his mask, only in a veil.

- It is also important to mention that the people love you! Women look up to you and your loveliness, and men look up to your intelligence. You often receive compliments about being an amazing Queen to the people of Jerusalem, from nobles and so-called peasants.

- Your sister-in-law Sibylla ADORES you!

- Before she met you, she was filled with worry about the woman he was going to marry. She loved her brother and wanted the best for him, she wanted him to marry a woman with grace and dignity. So once you two got to know each other better, a huge weight was lifted off her chest.

- You and Baldwin would spend a lot of time together, whether that be him and you just laying in bed and talking for hours on end, or you watching him write letters for different kings and draw new ideas, admiring him silently.

- When you learned that he was French, but had never visited France you made sure that he would get to see it. You planned a trip for his birthday, which wasn't easy due to his condition however you made it work in the end.

- You made sure the best physicians in the country would accompany you throughout the journey to and through France, and once Baldwin learned of this surprise you had for him, he was over the moon.

- It was on this trip that he realized he didn't fall in love and marry just any woman, but a lifelong partner whom he could be proud of.

THE END.

#baldwin iv #baldwin iv x reader #kingdom of heaven #headcanon

[whiteskullofroses]

Obsessed

Michael Myers x fem!reader

A/N: hello guys!! Fall is right around the corner and I'm so excited! If you have any requests, please be sure to send them to me! Love, Nika.

🍂Pov: After he saw you walk past his house that one cold morning, his mind couldn't think of anything beside you.🍂

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Ah yes, Fall. Your favorite season. The time of spooky movies and hot drinks, the time of spooky masks and crunchy leaves. What a truly beautiful time of the year.

Besides all the fun, you still had classes to attend along side tests to pass. Having always been a good student, you never really complained out loud. Not even when you found out your first class of the day would start at 6.30 am.

Whilst all the folks in your neighborhood were still soundly asleep, you were to be present in biology class. It really wasn't fair but you couldn't do anything about it.

As you stepped outside the front door of your house, the crisp wind blew a strain of hair in your face.

Annoyed, you cringed at the feeling of having to pull hair away from your glossed up lips and shut the door behind you.

The roads to your school were thankfully all lit up with the street lights. As you put in your headphones to cancel out the dreadful silence, your eyes leered upon some already carved pumpkins with candles inside them. Admiring peoples creativity stopped once you looked down at your phone to change the song.

As you pressed "skip" something happened. Your headphones stopped working properly. Sighing and pulling them out of the phone and back in to hopefully make them work again, you stopped in your tracks.

"Damn it." Whispering under your breath and taking a step forward, you were stopped again. This time it wasn't the electronics that startled you. It was a sound coming from a nearby bush.

Swallowing hard, looking to your left, where the noise was coming from, you noticed that house. That house on your street. The Myers house. The one which never had any treats out for the kids on Halloween, the one which never had any decorations to match the creepy vibe with the rest of the houses.

Honestly this one didn't need any decorations to be unsettling.

Gazing upon the bushes, you started to walk away when a cat ran out of them. You almost screamed that's how much it scared you.

Normally you weren't easy to scare, but at 6 in the morning with a single cup of coffee in your system, in the dark, alone, it wasn't surprising that you were in fight or flight mode.

That day you came to school 15 minutes earlier than you usually would. As your veins pumped with adrenaline to the point you almost ran to escape your situation.

Biology went by fast, so did math and literature. For the final class of the day you had physics.

The class was in the back of the school, with windows that were facing the woods. You sat right next to one of the windows.

Never really liking physics and having such a good seat got you a good ticket to watching the birds in the orange woods play around.

The teacher entered the class and announced a project that was due the same day at 11.59pm.

You wrote down the important information about the project in your notebook and tapped your foot gently on the table.

When Mr. Fischol, your physics professor finished with the project he moved on to another chapter in your text books that you were to cover in the next couple of minutes alone.

As the class quieted down and you set your eyes on the first question, you got a familiar feeling.

Like you were being watched.

Your mind immediately figured out it wasn't someone from the classroom, rather someone outside the school.

Michael, the famous Michael Myers, or at least someone dressed up as him was staring at you from behind a tree in those same woods you watched so often.

He stood still, so still you could think you were staring at a picture.

Thinking it was just a silly prank from a local unemployed adult on a cold October day, you smiled at him and returned your attention to the work infront of you.

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"Oh no." you silently cried out, once realizing you forgot to lock the front door when you left in the morning.

Besides Halloween, criminal activity wasn't a common occurrence in your neighborhood, so to think that someone might have broken in your house and stolen some of your important belongings wasn't really concerning. After all, there was no one that would steal from you.

Your heart beat sped up when you noticed that the door was creaked open. You clearly remember shutting it when you left.

Maybe it was because of the wind, maybe you forgot to close a window and that resulted into it opening the door. Or maybe...

Someone was in your home.

Anxiety ruled over you as you looked through a window before stepping inside, just to make sure that nothing or no one could hurt you.

You weren't aware of it at the time but the one who was patiently waiting for you ever since physics class, and ever since he saw you at the front of his house that morning, you were the only thing his mind could think of.

It took you exactly 10 seconds to walk away from the window and through the front door, exactly 10 seconds before your life was changed forever.

Once you walked in and closed the door behind you, you called out: "Hello?"

No answer.

"Thank God." You thought and walked to the kitchen to fix yourself a glass of water.

As you poured the glass and drank it, turned away from the kitchen. You heard heavy foot steps behind you.

Slowly turning around, you saw the same man that was behind a tree near your school.

Was it smart to scream? Or was that going to make him kill you even faster if this perhaps wasn't a prank and this truly was Michael Myers.

All you could do was stare at him, the same way he stared at you.

Quickly making a failed attempt at running away, you cried out as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you so close to him your chests were touching.

There was no way of escaping him. From this day on you were his and his only.

(thank you for reading this story to the end! If you want a part 2 please let me know!)

THE END.

#michael myers #halloween #x reader #slashers

[whiteskullofroses]

STAR OF JERUSALEM

Baldwin Iv x Reader

🕯️Imagine you're a theatre star touring the world. Once you perform on the Holy Land, The king notices your talent and wishes to get to know you.🕯️

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"AND ONE AND TWO AND THREE AND Y/N GO!"

And you went. Stepping on the red X drawn upon the stage. Your joyful and youthful face turning into a straight and emotionless one.

"Esto quod es, ex animo, ex Luna."

The scene looked absolutely mesmerising. On the huge wooden floor sat a man-made moon in the phase of waning crescent. Behind you swung stars, the hot weather of Jerusalem making them shimmer and shine as though they were a sheet of a book kissed by candle light.

"Esse est percipi." Clapping sharply and reaching for one of the stars: "ad altiora tendo." Throwing the star on the ground, having it dramatically break apart: "ad astra."

Swirling in your own little world as the strings played a gentle, heart touching melody on the command of the harpist's fingertips.

"Luceo non uro." You sang, breathing steadily and stopping on the centre of the stage again: "nec spe" the music picked up the pace, you dropped to you knees: "nec metu."

"BEAUTIFUL Y/N! BEAUTIFUL!"

You inhaled deeply, for this night wasn't like no other. Rumors roaming around like a vampire at night, that his majesty, Baldwin the fourth will be joining the hopeful crowd of people who share a passion for ancient poetry combined with dread that comes with being alive and wanting it acted out infront of them.

Such news excited you madly, wanting to do the best of the best you practiced day and night for this magical show which will appear before everyone's eyes tonight.

You were incredibly lucky to have God bless you with the talent of being such a delicate preformer. The bigger the crowd, the better. The more eyes were glued to you the smoother words ran out of your mouth.

'What a lovely feeling it is, to be loved.' you thought, not only today but often as you've seen all of Europe, have met hundreds of impressionable people of whom you only heard in fairytales as a lowborn child. Them preaching what a fine show you've put on behind the stage curtains after every show made you feel like a flawless angel with bright wings and the purest soul.

The Holy Spirit inside you was preaching that showing off your skill to who some call 'the messenger of God', or simply the ruler of the Holy Land, should be your top priority. You always listened to it, as a personal belief of yours was that It was in fact God speaking to you through it. So what other choice could you have?

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Heavy clouds casted upon the wide stadium. Whispers of wonder were dominated by laughter of those already tipsy ones. These kinds of special events that to foreigners often seemed formal, were in all reality a party for all kinds. Those who wished to drink through the show were allowed without any restrictions, yet those who listened and watched you, were rather intoxicated with words that cut deep.

And so it is. The Greek harpist began strumming a century old melody called: 'Stella iuxta Lunam'. The crowd went silent like birds during a storm. Curtains coloured dark blue opened, presenting a beautiful young woman in a black dress with pearls in her hair. That woman was you.

The people of Jerusalem weren't used to a woman showing her hair, not only because of how religious the people were, but also because of the hot weather. Many people would suffer heat strokes and terrible migraines without them.

As you sang in Latin, the clouds cried down on the Earth. Soft tapping mother nature provided with the downpour gave out a great additional scene.

"Ad astra..."

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Folks cheered, threw roses and whistled in your honor over and over again. The rain had long before stopped allowing the stars to shine up in the skies.

Bowing and sending kisses to the sea of people, you left the stage.

Sighing and letting your hair down. Just as you were about to go drink some water, you heard an unfamiliar voice speak your name.

"Yes?" Breathing out and turning towards the one standing behind you.

As soon as you saw his metal mask you quickly added: "Your majesty."

Straightening up and giving your hair a quick fix, he started: "I greatly apologize for interrupting you while on break."

Sitting down on a chair, breathing heavily.

He was so sick. It broke your heart, poor twenty year old couldn't even walk a couple of meters without almost passing out.

"However" he continued: "I must say I'm a great fan of your work."

Taken back from the fact that the King of Jerusalem himself came to see you perform despite his state: "I'm truly honored, your majesty-"

"Baldwin." Interrupting you. Noticing your surprised expression he chuckled.

"Alright, Baldwin. Thank you for coming to see me tonight." It wasn't unusually for you to have people of power view you as one of them. After all you made good money and were loved to death by whole of Europe.

"I'm really proud of how far you've come." Baldwin was showering you in compliments and all you could do was redden in the cheeks and grin.

After a while he pondered: "How long are you staying here, Y/N? Tilting his head to you, who was now sitting opposite to him.

"Three days."

Baldwin leaned forward: "Do you play chess?"

You did. And you were bloody good at it too.

"Join me tomorrow for a round then." Standing up and taking one last look at you: "when the Sun goes down."

THE END.

#kingdom of heaven #baldwin iv x reader #baldwin iv #theatre

[whiteskullofroses]

Hello,

Loved your Baldwin IV of Jerusalem x Physician!Reader. Can you please write one for Simon Ghost Riley x Doctor!Reader 🙏.

Where the two have been catching the same train for 1 year now for work, in the city. But they never talk but acknowledge each other with a smile & nod.  Until a fight broke out between 2 men which one of them ended up being stabbed & doctor (reader) comes to the rescue with Simon assisting her and is amazed at her competence, assertive & calmness. 

Thank you so much<3

Enjoy:

SIMON GHOST RILEY x Doctor!reader

Warnings: foul language, blood, fighting.

The cold breeze, which fall drew upon the city, kissed your cheeks as you arrived at the train station. There was nobody there beside you and your thoughts. They ranged from your anxiety of the train being late again and that resulting into you being late for work which wouldn't pay off today, to 'will I see him again?'

In four hours you'd be operating on a patient with a brain tumor, a lot of your energy and patience will be required to complete it successfully. You were confident in your skills. Thats what's truly important for a doctor to have. Confidence.

Luckily, the train arrived at exactly 8.25am. Stepping on and grabbing a newspaper to have the time run faster. The train was a second away from passing on to the next station when the masked man finally boarded on.

You moved the paper from covering your face and leered your eyes to his as he sat down and looked up at you. You smiled, he nodded.

Though the two of you have been exchanging friendly gestures for the past year, neither of you ever spoke up. That was usually because there was no time to chat, the train ride to where you got off lasted about 10 minutes, whilst his lasted 5.

When there was a rare occasion like this one, where you didn't have to stay up all night to read papers of different illnesses your patience have been diagnosed with, which were so long you had to complete some reading on the ride, you very introvertently waited for him to reach out.

"YOU BITCH YOU WANT A PIECE OF ME HUH?"

The train was usually packed with people heading out to run their errands but today there was only you, the man with the mask and 2 others.

Both of your heads turned to the drunk and the construction worker.

The drunk guy with a red, stained shirt appeared to be the aggressor when the other tried to calm him down:

"Sir, please sit back down."

That sentence sent the red one over the edge: "SIT DOWN? YOU'LL SEE ME 'SIT DOWN' "

The beer bottle he was drinking from was now broken to pieces as he smashed it on the floor.

You glanced back to the one sitting opposite to you. He was watching them with a death stare. It wasn't until he stood up and ran to the scene that you realised something really horrible went down.

The military man grabbed the drunk and pushed him away from the poor construction worker who appeared to be bleeding.

You ran over as fast as you could and held the hurt ones shoulder: "Were you stabbed?"

The worker was panting, clearly panicking and in pain. "YES!" He shouted out and leaned back on his seat. "Where were you stabbed, sir? In situations like this, you of course knew how to react. Panicking was out of the question, especially when the one hurt is in distress himself. Pointing to his left arm you looked through the ripping of his shirt and noticed it was a pretty deep cut. "Alright sir, please hold your right hand on the wound and apply as much pressure you can."

The army guy was still holding the drunks arms behind his back: "LET ME GO, YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

"Watch your mouth." Those were the first words you heard him speak. His voice sounded raspy and deep, like a true military man's would.

He watched you with respect. How calm you were and how you managed to somewhat calm the worker down too.

You pulled a shirt out of your bag and tied it around the wound. "This is so you don't lose any more blood"you explained:"I'm dr. Y/L/N, I'll get you to the hospital with me."

The worker gazed at you with pure gratitude: "Thank.. Thank you so so much!"

Simon's eyes never left you, you were just so magnetic to him. Your skills, your assertiveness. It stuck to him like glue.

The train stopped, the doors opened and Simon threw the guy out. Stumbling to the ground and groaning, he was gone for good.

You looked up at Simon and thanked him.

"No problem. What needs to be done needs to be done."

The doors closed and the train moved forward. The next stop was Simon's. You didn't waste any time, stepping out of your shell, standing up and introducing yourself: "I'm Y/N."

"I'm Simon. You can also call me Ghost."

You nodded and went back down to the workers level to check on his wound.

"It doesn't look that bad." Commenting and soothing the hurt one as the train stopped once again.

"See you."

"Goodbye, Y/N."

THE END.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #cod mw2 #call of duty

[whiteskullofroses]

THE EYES OF A HUNTER

Wrong Turn brothers x reader (based on Wrong Turn 6: Last resort)

Imagine you're a childhood friend of Jackson's, when visiting him to catch up on life, you coincidentally meet the 3 brothers. Things quickly escalate to much more than a simple "situationship".

Warnings: Slight Nsfw (nothing crazy tho🤭), blood, all of that cannibalistic stuff, swearing.

~.......~

"Y/N, right? I'm so pleased to finally meet you!" The hot blonde greeted you with a wide smile. The white dress she wore complimented her figure well, that was the first thing you noticed about her when walking from your car to the infamous Resort.

"Well thank you, Sally?" Tilting your head when saying her name, just incase you were wrong about who she was. Your doubts were quickly gone when Jackson walked up to you two: "Sally, I see you've already met my friend here." Smiling he added: "Y/N, welcome to Hobb Springs."

"It's quite a nice place you've got." Complicating the resort as you looked around, noticing the beautifully made furniture along some renaissance paintings hanging on the walls.

Jackson handed you the key to your room: "Heh yeah, it's quite an old one too. Family tradition."

"Vintage, I like it." Grinning at him as Jackson lead you to your room: "Well, I hope you'll make the best of it these 2 weeks."

There was a moment of pleasant silence as you put your luggage in the room. Just as you were about to start unpacking your clothes, Jackson commented: "It was a long ride to get here, you much be starving." Being the gentleman he was, he guided you to the dining room.

The plate loaded with food was already waiting for you on the long medieval looking table. Sitting down and noticing the framed pictures on the walls you wondered: 'What are these?'

Out of trying to be as formal while eating as possible and attempting not to intimidate him, you kept your mouth shut.

Jackson sat down a chair away from you.

"So Y/N how have you been?"

Almost answering his question was interrupted by a man dressed in a red shirt and what appeared to be jeans ran across the hallway, laughing like a maniac.

The piece of meat you were a moment away from putting in your mouth fell off the fork and landed on the mashed potatoes: "What the fuck?"

"Oh don't worry, currently we have some...interesting visitors staying." He stood up, hot on the heels for the white haired guy. Before leaving, he reassured you: "They won't be a bother. Trust me." In a blink of en eye he was gone.

You didn't really think much of it, although you weren't expecting such behaviour at such a 'serious' place.

As you begun eating, the pictures on the walls bothered you more and more. This alone time gave you an opportunity to take a closer look, you didn't know why, but looking at them felt like you were invading someone's privacy. Like you were looking at something you weren't supposed to, they were displayed so publicly but it still didn't feel right.

What you saw when you focused your eyes on the small black and white photos didn't calm your mind either. Severely deformed individuals were staring back at you. Some with 3 legs, abnormally large heads and missing limbs. At least that's what you could make out.

The pictures seemed to be taken somewhere in the mountains, high in the Appalachian forests.

After a while you decided to stop looking. The more you stared the more details you saw. And that wasn't good for you, especially now that you were eating.

~.................~

THE NEXT DAY

The alarm clock on your phone woke you up bright and early. Excitement was boiling in your chest whilst walking down the steps, ready for the day ahead of you.

Today, you and Jackson were to go hunting, something you both enjoyed and have been doing together at least once a year since middle school.

Making your way to the main hall, you saw a group of people standing at the entrance. A blonde girl with shorter hair than Sally's and tall young man were chatting while the others were messing around with a camera.

Without paying much attention to them, you scurried to the get some coffee and to find Jackson.

You were walking quite mindlessly, when making turns around the place. You were staring at your feet with such focus you almost bumped into Sally:

"Oh gosh Sally" you took a step back: "you startled me."

She giggled: "Could say the same to you" with a soft voice she noted: "Jackson has been waiting for you, he's probably in the kitchen. I'll go find hi-"

"No, no it's fine really." you interrupted: "I'll go look for him myself."

After the small chat, your feet took you to the dining room. He wasn't there so you decided to go in the kitchen, for the first time.

According to what Sally told you, the kitchen was a floor below the first. So that's where you went.

"Jackson?" Calling out in hopes of finding him.

This kitchen-basement place appeared to be much older looking than the rest of the building. It reminded you of what an abandoned asylum would look like: cold and white.

Walking straight forward you finally found your target. He wasn't alone. The guy in the red flannel was leaning on the counter, the one who had you wondering about how sane this place really was. Taking a look at him he appeared to be deformed. Not only that. But he was covered in blood.

Stunned at what you were seeing, Jackson along with the guy turned towards you.

"Oh Y/N..." His eyes were as wide as a deer's in headlights. Jackson took a moment to think about what to say. To think about what fake story he'd come up with to soothe your nerves.

Your face must have told a true story of horror. Your mind had already processed why this guy was deformed. It had already processed what those pictures on the walls were about, but rather than being frightened and running away you found it to be quite fascinating.

Taking a closer look at the white haired guy you noticed he was missing two fingers. Leering your eyes from his hands to his face you couldn't help but think 'why is he rather handsome?'.

Your eyes locked with his. It felt like time paused for a second before Jackson finally broke the silence: "Three Finger, me and Y/N are going hunting for the rest of the day." When saying your name he gestured towards you as you finally gazed away and looked at the one speaking. Jackson continued: "You and the other two listen and don't make a mess."

Even though you have long broken the eye contact you still felt three finger's eyes on you, like you were being preyed upon.

~.....................~

"You better get those sights in line with the muzzle this time." You teased. To your luck, you haven't found any deer beside some rabbits. Jackson refused to shoot them, he believed they were holy animals. He used to tell you stories, of how his family from centuries back survived solidly off of them in the woods. Respecting this, you would still do it, but not when he was around.

But after wondering around the woods with silent steps and sharp eyes for about an hour, you finally saw a doe.

"Hey" You whispered. Jackson turned his head towards the doe and readied his gun.

"Careful"

With in seconds the doe was on the ground.

"Pink blood with air bubbles. Perfect." He looked at you and smiled.

In the moment of Jackson's pride, something started moving in the bushes to your left. You grinned even wider: "Give me the gun."

Taking a step back and leaning the gun on your shoulder. Closing an eye and waiting for the soon to be dead animal to jump out.

"DON'T!" Jumping at the sudden yell from Jackson as a hairy, tall man crawled to the doe and started ripping it apart.

"YOU! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?"

The man looked up, showing his sharp teeth, which were clearly visible due to his mis-shaped top lip.

"IDIOT! GET BACK TO THE RESORT!"

Your eyes fell upon his dark brown eyes, studying the mysterious man closely. Old, worn out clothes roughly hugged his huge form.

The man acted tough, not wanting to go. As, he grunted and hissed at Jackson, his gaze fell upon yours. Both of your eyes locked, just like with Three finger.

"GO!" Shouted Jackson for the last time before tapping you on the shoulder, signaling to follow him. Keeping eye contact with the man on the ground. Taking a step back and finally catching up to Jackson when you once again started to feel like prey.

After a good minute passed, and the quietness became too loud. You broke it: " Who the hell was that?"

"Saw Tooth, brother to the one you saw in the kitchen." His words slipped coldly from his tongue, eyes centered on his feet.

"A-Are you two um.." Debating if you should ask the question or not was truly challenging, would he find it insulting? You knew his ancestors had a history of inbreeding which is heavily criticised, yet you never judged. In the end what was there to judge? They lived in the Mountains, miles away from any civilization. They did what any group of people would to stay alive, to keep evolving, they had children with those who they could have them with.

"Like.. related?" Eventually, the words left your mouth and travelled to Jackson's ears.

"What can I say. He payed the price of purity, just like his other two brothers." He explained: "Physically it may not look appealing, but spiritually it's worth more than the richest of the rich."

Listening carefully to every sentence he spoke: "So to answer your question, yes indeed, we are."

"Right, so he has another brother?" Curious, you wished to get as much out of him as you could. This deeply interested you, from the whole process, of how something like this even happens, to how it becomes a habit in every generation forward.

"Yes, those are the three Hilliker brother. Three Finger, Saw Tooth and One Eye." He sighed: "It's likely you'll see them around Hobb Springs quite often."

"Are they dangerous?"

"To just anybody, yeah. To you, no." Nodding, as he went on: "You're like family to me, I'll make sure they won't even glare at you the wrong way."

How he worded things he was passionate and serious about made him sound like a poet or like an older protective brother in your case.

By the time you returned back to the Resort from the little hunting trip, every question you could possibly think of was answered. It surprised you how comfortable Jackson was with all of it, how much pride he took in his own blood.

"Dinner should be on the table by now. I have some work to do before I shall dig in myself." You cackled and the two of you parted for the rest of the evening.

Walking up the stairs to your room, you were met with Sally, with whom you chatted about your day for a short while. She informed you she'll have your dinner served fresh and warm after you take a much needed shower.

The water running down your body was always the most refreshing and favorite part of the day. Tiredly brushing through your hair before matching off to eat, you were sure to not encounter any strangers on your way to the dining hall, yet you still wanted to look formal enough as you weren't home and anyone could walk on you at any second.

Looking upon the dining table you noticed a glass of wine and a plate full of various kinds of nutritious foods to help you sleep well. Prior to sitting down and enjoying your meal, you heard the soft sounds of rain and thunder putting on a performance in the skies. Your shoes were still outside, they were the only pair you brought with you, so you decided to go and get them before rain could wet them.

As the result of leaving the room to save your shoes, an 'intruder' got to your food ahead of you. The man you peeked on behind the door looked very much like Saw Tooth. Only about shorter. As his hair moved from his face you could see he was cleary missing an eye. One eye. That's where he got his name from.

He was eating your food with his hands, mainly focusing on the meat rather than anything else. Meanwhile he ate, you tried to make your presence clear in some way. Then you got an idea. You were going to barge in as if you haven't been watching him for the past five minutes and see what happens.

Walking in you tried to appear as innocent as you could. When finally gazing at him and the two of you leered at each other, you gave him the most clueless and confusing smile. One eye looked from you to the plate and back to you again.

His features softened, the even more confusing expression now drew on his face. It gave off the impression of feeling bad and being in the wrong. He kept his face low, so you walked up to him: "It's alright, you can finish it." You smiled: "I'll get myself another one."

The atmosphere of the room immediately shifted to a much brighter one with One Eye smiling so lovingly at you. Besides his deformities he looked the softest of the three.

You would never have guessed what would happen next. He took three steps towards you and hugged you. Your brain didn't have the time to process what was happening. It didn't have enough time to let adrenaline loose in your system and to tell you to push him away and run. Maybe it was because that really didn't feel like the right thing to do. The right thing to do in the moment was to hug him back.

In all reality, this was probably the first time someone has showed him compassion in oh so many years, from your knowledge he couldn't speak but he could show gratitude back in other forms such as holding onto you and breathing in your scent.

One eye certainly didn't smell the best, yet his hair was softer than you expected.

It's been a long time since you've received a hug that was so wholeheartedly warm and long, so you didn't let go and neither did he.

~.......................~

The morning after, everything seemed so bloomy. Like it was all one big dream. Suddenly you remembered, whilst walking back from the forest with Jackson, he mentioned a family ritual Sally and this new guy Danny will be a part of. Showing interest in it landed you an invitation to the event.

Jackson trusting you enough to request your company at this family gathering later in the evening, truly showed how close the two of you were, even though you only saw each other about once or twice a year.

Saying you were excited was an underestimatement. Today you decided you will try to find Danny and introduce yourself to him. It was the only thing that felt right since he was related to Jackson. Besides having some new friends wouldn't hurt, what have you got to lose?

Suspicions roaming your noggin were preaching to you that the Hilliker brothers will attend the event too, not that they weren't on your mind since you met them all either.

Saw Tooth's toughness and dominance combined with One eye's softness and more submissive nature had you believe that Three Finger, who hasn't had the time to put any kind of impressions on you, was both of these world's in one.

He was the "smallest" so you believed he was also the deadliest, although calling him small was quite funny because he still towered over you like you were a mouse compared to him. Three Finger had to be at least 5 ft 10, meanwhile One Eye was 6 ft 5 and Saw Tooth was around 7 ft tall.

This attraction that has grown on you whilst only seeing them once made you believe that at some point, somehow you'd become really really good friends with them. Maybe even more, who knows?

The day went by fast, you met so many new people that came with the one you were targeting: Danny. His girlfriend Toni, her brother and their friends truly held a positive spirit with them and you adored it.

But once the Sun hit itself behind the horizon and everyone went to sleep you did your hair, put on your favorite jacket and jumped in the car with Jackson, Sally and Danny towards the gathering.

The drive on the bumpy road didn't last long, the amount of minutes it took you to get there could probably be counted on one hand.

Exiting the car and taking a look at the old wooden house standing in the middle of the forest had eagerness boiling in your veins.

To be quite honest with yourself the thing where the most excited about was seeing the three brothers. You truly wanted to make an unforgettable impression, you wanted all of their attention on you. Feelings of doubt and self-consciousness had no place in yourself this once.

Sally suddenly grabbed your hand and started guiding you closer to the house, she once again smiled at you like she always did and told you to not fear.

Once you finally arrived to the big branches and the fire in the middle, children or at least what seemed to be children with their innocent deformed faces running up to you and Danny to greet you and welcome you to this important ritual you in all honesty didn't have a true clue about.

Sally brought the four of you drinks and you took a sip first, Jackson grinned at you and commented: "Don't have too many of these."

"Heh, what's this made of anyway?"You questioned: "I've never drunken anything so strong in my life."

"Family recipe." Sally softly tapped your knee.

Being occupied with listening to the music a girl was playing and looking at everyone since everybody was so unique, you didn't even notice a red truck pulled up behind you. The three men you've been waiting for the whole night finally arrived.

You've only noticed the new guests when Three Finger grabbed Danny's shoulder who was sitting next to you. Leering behind Danny to see him, his eyes traveled from Danny to you, just like in the kitchen when you first saw one another.

He smirked at you and rubbed your arm for a short while, keeping the eye contact as in saying "Welcome."

One Eye sat down next to Sally you noticed him and nodded to greet him. Strangely Sawtooth was nowhere to be seen.

"HELP! HELP ME!" Nobody seemed startled by the sudden pleading for help by a guy you recognized from the Resort. He was a friend of Danny's. Draging him was noone other than Sawtooth himself.

"DANNY! PLEASE! WHAT THE FUCK, DANNY!" The terror in the young man's eyes as he was being lifted on a table like a pig was indescribable. Three Finger pulled out a knife and cut deep into the guy as he yelled his heart out. He was cut open from the throat to the stomach.

Blood splashed out his body, his organs being ripped out by the hands of starving people and being eaten infront of him.

Screaming eventually died down and when they did, people started drinking the alcohol, the blood and whatever they could find.

As everybody enjoyed themselves, well known eyes were luring you closer. The hairy giant was checking you out, a pair of hands grabbed your waist, pulling you back into Three Finger's hold. He chuckled against your hair. Feeling the hot breath on you neck, you put your hands onto his.

Your whole body was pressed against Three Finger from behind, he grunted something you of course couldn't understand.

Leading you to the red truck and opening the door, for a second you hesitated. Was it safe? You knew that Jackson promised to inform them to leave you alone, but was he legit?

After taking a moment and looking at One Eye, who was sitting on the passenger seat, smiling at you. You knew you could trust them. Taking a seat next to One Eye, Three Finger turned on the vehicle.

Saw Tooth was sitting on the truck bed floor, the eyes of the hunter piercing into your soul.

While he almost scared you, the one sitting beside you couldn't stop fidgeting with your hands. One Eye was simply all over you, a pinch of shyness and pure kindness in him already told you what they were planning on doing with you.

You were theirs now. They quite literally claimed you and were driving you God knows where to do whatever they'd like.

To be honest the alcohol in your system was calming you down with the help of One Eye who was now playing with your hair as your head fell to his chest.

What a shame to admit, you've fallen hard. And so did they.

THE END.

#wrong turn #three fingers #one eye #sawtooth #horror #oneshot

[whiteskullofroses]

Baldwin IV of Jerusalem x physician!reader

(Before any of you get mad this is about Baldwin from Kingdom of Heaven not the actual historical figure.)

🩷Imagine Baldwin receiving the medication for leprosy along with a new physician who has to see his face for the first time and makes him feel comfortable about it🩷

"Y/N Y/L/N, is that who you must be?" Sibylla questioned. You had just been preparing to leave for the Palace, in which you'd be treating the King when she rode up to you with her horse. Her confidence amazed you, after all she was quite beautiful.

"Yes, my lady." Looking up at her with a bit of a struggle, since it was a hot summer day, the Sun was high up in the sky causing your eyes to burn when gazing up at her.

"Good. Follow me." She ordered and waited a short while for you to straddle your horse as well. You named your horse Sihara. You felt the need to do so as she was always with you on your travels. You were blessed with the privilege of having a loyal horse, tying her to a tree to avoid losing her was unnecessary. She simply never left you.

After you two left, there was another 15 minutes before you'd arrive to the Palace because the city was heavily crowded. Neither of you spoke much, from time to time Sibylla would as you questions regarding your medical career. It was reasonable of course. Her brothers life, whom she loved regardless his illness, was now at your hands.

This put a great amount of pressure on you. If anything went wrong, the people would kill you. She and her fellow men and women of power would hunt you down no matter for how long you'd hide.

But what could go wrong? All you had to do was apply cream on his open wounds for about 3 months until they'd heal and you'd go on with your life.

~.................~

"This way." Sibylla pointed to a long corridor with two guards standing at each side. There was another hallway on the right before you'd finally arrive to your patient.

The walk was filled with anxiety. You could feel your stomach twisting inside out with every step you took. You've saved many many lives and have helped many many people to gain back their health but this time it felt like it was your first time in the medical field. Like it was your first time keeping one on this Earth.

Maybe it was because this was your first time treating royalty?

But when you reached the doorway and saw the king sitting with his back to you, all worries went away. In a weird way, you could feel his calming and peaceful energy from afar, telling you 'everything will be alright.'

You weren't sure how to announce your presence in the room, but thankfully the King heard you walking and was about to make that clear.

"Come forward." His voice loud and clear. The way he carried himself, as though he wasn't sick fascinated you and had you admire him deeply.

He turned around on his chair to have a look at you, as you bowed.

"No do not kneel." Surprised, you got back up and straightened your back. "I'm glad to meet (your father's name)'s daughter. He was a great friend of my father's"

Baldwin got up from his chair and started walking closer to you. "The Saracens say that this disease is God's vengeance against the vanity of our kingdom." He chuckled and added: "My guesses are you are to remedy this so-called curse casted upon me."

"Certainly, my lord." You gave an innocent half smile and nodded.

The king turned his head towards a table: "Come, sit."

As you walked closer you noticed there was displayed the popular game amongst men of power all over the world. Chess.

The two of you sat down, a servant served you wine and than the serious conversation began: "Y/N, I must ask this. How is the healing process going to affect my duties?"

"Not at all." You answered with much confidence. "All I have to do is apply the medicine on your wounds and areas that have in general been infected the most." Explaining to him as Baldwin leaned forward, signaling for you to go on: "This should last approximately 2 to 3 months."

You could sence that he was nervous. After all he was still so young and probably still insecure about his features, as much as someone with a disease that disfigures you can be.

"My lord, you can trust me. Worrying is out of the question here, after all I've been in the medical field all my life. I promise to you I won't let you down." Your words were full of pure determination to save him, they cut so deep into his heart in the best way possible he could just tear up.

~.................~

As you were mixing up the cream that was soon ready to be applied, the tension in the room was indescribable. Baldwin layed on the bed almost unmoving.

His upper body and legs were exposed. What you could see from the start was that his left arm was most infected, than any other body part.

Besides that he still had his mask on, which he would have to remove at some point to get the full healing process done.

The medicine was prepared. You put on your gloves and went to work.

"My lord, if you feel any discomfort during this, please warn me immediately." You stated.

He nodded and even though you couldn't see it because of the mask, the young man was blushing. So far all his personal physicians were males, and since he was sick he was never really touched by a woman in the slightest, besides his mother when he was younger, so of course he was flustered.

You applied the cream firstly on his left arm, being extra careful and waiting for any signs of nausea from the king. Sometimes treating people who have been infected with leprosy can be quite a pain since vomiting and dizziness are common side effects. Luckily the king was doing just fine and in silence you slowly applied the cream all over him. Except his face.

"My lord, may you now remove your mask please?" You smiled softly at him, really trying to get the young king to get comfortable around you since you'd be doing this for 3 months together.

"Is it necessary?" He hesitated. Feelings of shame and insecurity flooded his mind. He never let anyone see his full face, especially not a young woman whom he learned love to gossip around since his sister and her friends used to do it for as long back as he can remember. But this time it was different, and you wanted him to understand so badly: "I understand you may not feel comfortable doing so, but trust me I wish the best for you. To have this treatment the most affective it can be, I'll need to apply it on your face too." You explained as gently as you could.

After a moment, he did it. And he looked beautiful. His face was decorated with a pair of blue eyes and soft locks of golden hair. His face was of course infected, he didn't have a nose and there appeared to be a quite litteral hole in his right cheek but you didn't care. He was handsome no one could deny that.

So you smiled and commented: "My lord, I really can't comprehend why you were so afraid."

He looked up at you, who was now slowly smearing the medicine on his face.

"Is it really that hard to understand?" He sighed.

"My lord, you look just as handsome as any. Infected or not. You are someone young men should look up to. A true God's warrior."

He took a deep breath in, smelling the healing herbs on him.

When you turned around, he shed a tear.

THE END.

#kingdom of heaven #baldwin iv #baldwin iv x reader #medieval #physician #leprosy

[whiteskullofroses]

DARYL DIXSON X READER

"I found you"

🩷Imagine you and Daryl finding eachother after the events on the farm.🩷

*Spoilers Season 2-3*

It's been 3 days since the farm got overrun by the walkers, 3 long days since you saw your man, Daryl. The whole night was a pure blur in your mind. From the shooting to running as fast as you could to escape this monstrosity in hopes to meet with others soon and well. Firing a gunshot was too risky. The walkers could and would get to you, so that left you with no real defense against them.

Tired, you found a cave deep in the woods with a river nearby. You found water. The cold of it touching your covered in blood and dirt face, as you splashed the water against it. There was no one around. Peaceful dancing of the trees surrounding you along side the smooth running river were a pleasure to your ears. So much so that your now refreshed body and mind wanted you to just lay down and sleep. Reminding yourself how dangerous this could be made this heavenly place a hell. How any time when you'd be in a deep slumber a walker could walk up to you and bite you.

"Is it really worth worrying so much?" You said to yourself. Sure, you wanted to see Daryl again. You wanted to hug and kiss him again but who knows if he even is alive after everything that happened. "No, stop it." You knew Daryl was strong, he could survive in unhumane conditions if he was determined to. His death was out of the question.

As you layed down on the cold grass and slowed your breath, the thought of meeting Daryl after this was over and after you'd find the group again kept you sane and helped you sleep. No way was it a good 8 hour sleep, however it was enough to keep you going for the next day.

Now that 3 days have passed you were in all honesty losing hope. "They probably rode over 100 kilometers from here, I'll never find them." Not only weren't you going to find them, but you also weren't going to survive in these conditions. The last time you ate was four days ago, your feet were killing you just as much as your back. The gun in your pocket had 2 bullets left, the knife Rick gave you for protection was now in two pieces and useless. On top of that you had to constantly hide away from walkers.

Eventually, after walking in the woods for the whole morning you found a highway. It was a ghost road. No one to be seen and no one to be found. As you strolled down it, the only thing that was visible was old torn apart clothing and guts.

The road ahead of you was longer than any roads you've ever walked. Maybe that was just in your brain. The illusion of walking to your death as every part of yourself slowly starved awaiting for a better new start at the end of the road which was never to come.

If someone saw you, they would probably think you were one of the walkers. Stumbling and groaning in pain with every step you took.

As you looked up to the skies, silently begging God to put a stop to this, you heard a motorcycle approaching. "Oh, thank you, God." You prayed it was who you thought it was. That for some reason the only person riding a motorcycle in the entire world was him. Turning around, you cracked a smile.

"Daryl." whispering and covering your mouth as he stopped by you. He got off the vehicle and hugged you. The hug was so strong he almost crushed you, but you didn't care. "Y/N, oh you scared me shitless."

Burying your face into his neck and pulling away so you could kiss him.

"I found you."

THE END.

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