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𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬

[hydravns]

Baldwin IV of Jerusalem The Leper King in KINGDOM OF HEAVEN (2005) Dir. Ridley Scott

[knightessofjerusalem]

[milaeryn]

Imagine if King Baldwin was married...

[lambergarden]

meme

[liriowrites]

A little of joy

OC x Baldwin IV (from Kingdom of Heaven, not the historical figure!!) / ☦️❣️✝️

I would post it in my art account! But this drawing was made for a fanfic of Kingdom of Heaven. So I will post here.

I used an image as a reference from Pinterest.

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Rusticana Komnenos is my OC, she was a princess of the Byzantine Empire related to Manuel Komnenos, she had an arranged marriage to Baldwin IV of Jerusalem when both were only teenagers.

At first, Baldwin was kinda cold and distant from her (due to his disease, and, of course, to his duties and battles). Later, he got warmer towards her; when Baldwin matured he grew fond of Rusticana because of her empathetic personality, sharp tongue and cleverness, and of course, her kindness. She considered him to be the best husband and a God's blessing in her life.

Rusticana was a very good wife, devoted Christian and a decent queen. She took care of Baldwin during his last moments while she was also sick.

She died a little after Baldwin's death by unknown reasons (maybe, due to her own disease's weakness + heartache or she was poisoned).

Rusticana and Baldwin never had children, so I HC they enjoyed taking care of Baldwin's nephew. :)

[eatmeandbirthmeagain]

May I please request a one shot where Baldwin and the reader have a tiny baby girl and the baby made it very clear that Baldwin IV is her favourite, like when she’s crying the reader just hands her to Baldwin IV and she immediately stops crying and it makes him feel so special and happy❤️❤️❤️❤️

♡ Precious Girl - King Baldwin x Reader ♡

♡ Fluff ♡

A/N: Hello Anon! Thank you for the request, I hope it's what you had in mind🩷! As always, this is based on the film Kingdom Of Heaven, not the real historical figures. Enjoy!

TW: Leprosy

It was a late summer evening when the daughter of Jerusalem was born. From the moment she opened her eyes, Ella was most definitely a daddy's girl.

To her, there was no comfort quite like the comfort she felt in Baldwin’s arms. Whenever the young girl cried, y/n would simply hand her over to the king and her cries would cease immediately.

It made him feel a kind of happiness that he had never experienced before. Pure, unwavering joy.

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One of many instances like this occurred not long after Ella was born. Just a month after in fact.

It was late at night when the king and queen were awoken by the familliour sound of their babies crying.

As requested by both of them after her birth, Ella’s crib remained in a separate room of the royal chambers that had been converted to a nursery so that they could keep an eye on her instead of a nanny or a maid.

Y/n sat up as the world came into view just as Baldwin did the same.

“Don't worry darling, I'll take this one. Just rest” Baldwin said, gesturing for his wife to lay back down.

She nodded and did so, but did not close her eyes until he was out of sight.

Entering the small room, Baldwin scooped the little child into his arms.

“Oh sweetheart, what’s the matter?” he said gently, taking a seat in the nursing chair that sat in the corner.

After a few moments, he concluded that her undergarments were clean and she didn't need to feed. Her cries were different to a “hungry cry”. They were sadder and more needy.

“You just missed your father didn't you?” Baldwin chuckled as he rocked the girl back and forth soothingly. Her cries immediately settled completely and it wasn't long before she was asleep in her fathers arms.

Not really willing to put her down too soon, just in case she woke again, Baldwin decided to hold her for a little longer.

A few minutes went by and the young king was growing tired again. He yawned softly, his eyes growing heavier by the second.

It wouldn't hurt to just close his eyes for a little, right? Pretty soon, Baldwin had dozed off with Ella still wrapped safely in his arms.

Back inside the royal bedchambers, y/n was growing concerned with her husband's whereabouts.

She had expected him to only be gone for a little, but it had been at least twenty minutes, judging by the moon's position that she had been staring at out of the glass balcony doors from her position on the bed.

She decided to go and check on them, just in case.

Y/n wasn't sure what she was expecting to see but she still felt a hint of surprise at seeing her “all powerful lord and king” husband fast asleep on a nursing chair with a tiny baby wrapped in his arms.

She smiled and leaned against the doorframe, taking a moment to admire the peaceful scene that lay before her.

She moved silently across the room to collect a blanket and draped it over her husband's sleeping form carefully, making sure to tuck Ella in as well.

Y/n pressed a soft kiss to Baldwin’s cheek. He didn't even shift. Seeing him like this was so incredibly precious to her. Not a king, nor a leper, but a father and a husband.

Taking one last look, y/n made her way back to bed with the beautiful image of her family remaining in her mind, where it would stay forever. 

[baudouinette]

“All are welcome in Jerusalem.”

“Protect the helpless. And maybe, one day, when I am helpless, you will come and protect me.”

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just a gif dump of some that I wanted to make

[deepfivetraveller]

King Baldwin x Time!Traveler!reader

chapter 1

Chapter 2 here

Okay I’m a little new to writing romance so please take it easy on me. Btw I’ll try to keep y/n as neutral as possible but since this is set in the ancient era and religion is very important, y/n shall be hinted as being Hindu since that’s the only one that seems neutral in this situation.

“Alright that's all for the lesson. And since its complete I expect all of you to be thorough with ‘Life of King Baldwin iv’ during this weekend since there will be a test on this very topic next wednesday. Have a great weekend by the way.” The professor stands up and closes his laptop and all the other students start packing up.

“He had a pretty hard life didn’t he?” One of your friends chimes in. You look at her unsurprised. “You mean king Baldwins?”

“Duh! Poor man suffered an incurable disease almost his entire life! Imagine having skin infested in bacteria, euggh!” She recoils in disgust. “Imagine the cure to that disease being bacteria itself! Pretty sure Leprosy can be cured using multi antibiotic therapy.” Another friend joins in the conversation. You finished packing up your bag so you get up. “But no matter what, you gotta respect him. He never used his illness as an excuse to be a bad king.”

“That’s true….” Your first friend agrees. “He’s tough. When I catch a normal cold I give up all of my responsibilities since I’m sick. Wonder how hard it must have been for him.” All of you exit the classroom. A few minutes go by and topics have changed. A fun conversation lasted for a while before it was time to go, so you three parted ways.

As you entered your home your first thought was to take a cold shower after a long, hot and sweaty day. While eagerly hopping into the shower you get reminded of the conversation you had with your friends a while ago. What did king Baldwin even look like? There were no images in your textbook. Curiosity got the best of you, making you draw back the shower curtains to leave. You wrapped a towel and went towards the table where you kept your mobile, typed a quick ‘King Baldwin the 4th images’ and hit enter. Two images popped up. One being an actual painting from the 12th century while the other being an image reconstructed by scientists which looked…realistic to say the least.

His face in the second photo was majestic. His mouth and nose were almost non-existent, having only two triangular shaped holes instead of a nose. His skin was dry, withered and stretched while having the hue of a dry leaf during autumn. Even though he was severely disfigured his eyes were pure and bright, having a child like innocence towards them. King Baldwin was…Quite handsome.

Okay that’s enough now snap out of it! It’s probably just some AI prompt message image anyway. If anyone found out you found him handsome they’d call you crazy. Plus now is not the time to fangirl over a dead king, now's the time to study. In an attempt to distract yourself you pick up your books to do work. Hours painfully go by as you study but finally, finally it was bedtime. You could care less about eating dinner or even taking a shower, you plop yourself onto your bed and wrap the soft blanket around your body. Thoughts about King Baldwin strike your mind again. Seriously, what's wrong with you?! Why is this man plaguing your thoughts all day?

A sigh escaped your mouth from irritation. If only it was possible to console him for his losses or better yet, cure him entirely. The world would have been a better place if he had the lifespan of a normal man.

But there is no point thinking about this, time to go to bed now. As you try to go to sleep your body keeps doing the fake fall thing, annoying you to the core. And finally when your bodys heartbeat was steady and your breathing was quiet, your body did that fake fall thing again but this time it was actually a real fall.

Eyes widen as you try to grab onto the air to prevent your fall but of course, you fail. Adrenaline rushes through your veins for that split second before you finally make an impact on the cobblestone path?

Owch! That fall really hurt, especially at the back of your shoulders! You hope it’s not bruised there. But after that reality check, you look around only to find yourself in some village?

You can see a few small huts and buildings beyond the grassy field. Where are you? How are you here? Why are you here? Too confused and dazed from the fall, you try to look around for people for help. That is until a holographic screen with text pops up.

Congratulations Ms. Y/n. Your wish to cure King Baldwin has been approved by the ₦ł₥฿Ʉ₴฿₳Ʉ₦Ʉ₴. You are now at Jerusalem, Year: 1181.

“What?”

Yes it’s true Ms.Y/n, you really are in the 12th century.

Your blood is now boiling in anger. “Just because….Someone wishes pity over a dead king DOES NOT ACTUALLY MEAN THEY WANT TO CURE HIM!” You try to grab onto the screen to shake it vigorously but your hands go right thru.

Now now, let’s calm down and try to get over with this together I’m sure we’ll find a solution.

“Calm down…CALM DOWN?!?!?!? I’m in the middle of nowhere in Jerusalem during the 12th century and you want me to CALM DOWN???? I don’t even know French and not to mention I’M NOT CHRISTIAN!” You were screaming with your hand in the air. Pretty sure you woke someone up.

Y-Yes but that’s why I’m here. Don’t worry about communication, the language module for french had been uploaded into your brain while you fell here.

The screen flickers a little, maybe due to fear.

Uploaded knowledge? “But I’m a woman from the 21st century! I can’t live here! I’m wayy to accustomed to the privileges of my time!”

That’s one of my perks miss! By using currency of this time you may purchase products of your time thru me! The screen changes to an online store. For now you have access to basic necessities like food and clothes. As you complete missions you shall unlock other parts of the online market! The screens display brightness increases due to enthusiasm, convinced it has impressed you.

You however look at it in exasperated shock. “How is this even possible?” You say with dread in your voice. “Who sent me here?” You ask, no, demand.

Like I said You’ve been sent here by ₦ł₥฿Ʉ₴฿₳Ʉ₦Ʉ₴. I’m pretty sure you can’t read that since mortals don’t have the capacity to….

Mortals? Is this the play of some higher being? God even? Too many questions float through your head, making you visibly tired. You can feel the bottom of the skin beneath your eyes folding, an indicator you’re developing dark circles.

Ah. It looks like you’re tired. It’s night anyway. You should sleep.

“But where do I-”

“Excuse me madam.” You turn around to see a man standing behind you. “I’ve noticed you’ve been talking to yourself.”

So he can’t see the screen. From his ragged outfit he seems to be a commoner. He also genuinely seems worried so you guess it wouldn’t hurt to ask for help.

“Yes, sorry for that.” You say embarrassingly while you get up. “You see I’m from the family of wandering traders, here to sell spices from my land. I was talking to myself since I was quite irritated at how I didn’t have an inn for the night.” The explanation seems responsible enough I guess.

“But I don’t see any goods with you… And how did a young lady such as yourself travel alone? Where is your husband?”

Crap. He’s doubting you. You need to give him a reasonable explanation fast or he’ll call you a witch or something.

“Oh no sir you’re mistaken! My father is the one who has the spices, it’s his business after all. We had to split ways during travel due to inconveniences, I’m merely here to help him!” You put on your best smile to convince him.

“O-Oh I’m sorry madame! H-Here let me lead you, I know an Inn nearby.” Good. Looks like he believes you. But now it’s your turn.

“I’m sorry sir but how can I trust you?” You step back a little. “What if you take advantage of me? How shall I testify my innocence? The locals would definitely believe you over me.”

“No no please don’t! I’m a married man. My wife’s right there.” he points at the lady standing just outside the house, looking worried. You look at her and she nods her head in reassurance. “You seem like a noble from your land madame judging from your colorful dress, why don’t the both of us show you where the inn is?”

Hmm….Guess colorful clothing is rare here. And he really does seem like he wants to help.

“Very well then. Both of you show me they way.” The man eagerly tells his wife the incident and both of them show you around. The screen follows you, showing you a winking emoticon.

Congrats Ms. Y/n! You have officially begun your first mission!

[chicken-blitz13]

PEACOCKS🦚🦚🦚🦚🦚

[aurianavaloria]

So, I challenged myself to redesign Baldwin's outfits in a more distinctly Frankish style (as opposed to the very Arab/Turkish style extant in KoH) while still keeping his original aesthetic, and this is ultimately what I came up with after working on it on and off for months, lol.

The first three are simply variants of the same bliaut - a long court outfit popular at the time amongst men and women but fashioned just slightly different for each. The first is his regular indoor daywear, the second with his hooded cloak added for going outside, and the third is his official court attire worn only on days when the High Court is in session (adding a surcoat on top, plus his court crown [which I hc is not the same as his coronation crown]).

The last is a more period-friendly take on his armor, but with accommodations made for his hands and feet, which would no doubt be more comfortable in Turkish-style soft leather riding boots and gauntlets than the popular mail chausses and mitts of the time. His signature veil is added to his helm to protect the coif from the sun.

I spent way too long on this, but at least it gives me a stable visual for my fic work, lol. (If you follow SICEIT, his outfit in the latest chapter is the third one.)

[ry-ichi1]

When both opposite hyperfixation hit me

[hydravns]

Baldwin IV of Jerusalem The Leper King in KINGDOM OF HEAVEN (2005) Dir. Ridley Scott

[dark-raven-666]

Reader tells Baldwin IV that he is beautiful.

Tags: fluff, reader is Baldwin's childhood best friend.

Warnings: mentions of leprosy and death?

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He turned slowly, the silver of his mask glinting in the light. Behind the mask, a pair of blue eyes: the left as clear as a crystal, the right cloudy and bloodshot framed by a marred, disfigured eyelid.

"You came" he said almost in a whisper.

"I promised didn't I? " she responded, with a smile on her face. She was the kings childhood best friend who he had finally found again. Before she disappeared she swore to always find him when he called.

"I hear you still enjoy chess. " She sayd her voice soft.

All he could do was stand there, still and frozen as if the time had stopped, then he spoke in a whisper "yes".

The two kept staring at each other as she sat across him on the table. She would have spoken, asked him how he had been, yet from the state of his bandaged body and masked face, she knew.

Then she says "I heard you won a great victory at sixteen."

The king’s brows raised slightly, a flicker of surprise passing across his features. “Strategy and tactics are what ultimately won me the day, despite what the odds were.”

She smiled and proceeded to speak "You think you only won because of that? Salahuddin is a smart man, he has conquered many lands. I believe the Lord was in your side".

The king only looked at the lady before him. Waiting for her to continue speaking.

"If it was not God then something was wrong that day. Salahuddin never acts in rage, he thinks and calculates. Something happened that drove him to be careless" the lady spoke as if she truly was curious as to what had been troubling the Muslim warrior that day.

All Baldwin could do was nod and say "Perhaps you are right. His rage may have blinded him, given me the opening I needed.”

They looked at each other for a moment each gazing into the others eyes.

She broke the silence and said "you do not belong in Jerusalem."

The king’s eyes narrowed slightly, and his head cocked to one side. “What makes you say that?” He questioned, his tone curious rather than angry.

"I know you are a religious man but you are also a leper. This hot climate will bring upon your death faster. " She spoke, her words cutting his heart, yet he knew she was right. The holy city, a hot city in Palestine was no place for a leper.

The king stiffened ever so slightly, and he was silent for a moment. “You are correct.” He eventually muttered. “The climate of Jerusalem is not suitable for those with my illness. The warmer the conditions, the more rapidly the leprosy spreads.”

He looked down at the table, avoiding her gaze. “Unfortunately, I know not where to go. "

"Are you not French? Go to France, visit your home land, and if it does not feel right, go else. You will find home eventually" She said her voice growing quieter towards the end.

A pause, as the king considered her suggestion. “France…” He mused quietly. “I have not been there since.... I do not remember.”

A soft exhale, almost like a sigh, escapes his lips. “I suppose going back is a possibility, but… I am too familiar with the land. I cannot be the warrior in which I was, the king that I am. The people will judge me, and… see me as nothing but leper.”

"It is agonizing isn't it? To have your freedom taken from you for title of king? I bet a man like you would rather be something else. " She spoke quietly, imagining him as a common man.

The king lets out a heavy, exhausted sigh, his head bowing slightly. “Indeed, it is agonizing.” He mutters, his voice thick with the weariness he is so familiar with.

“A man like me…” He repeated the words softly, his tone contemplative. “Perhaps that is true…”

" Your illness made you who you are now, they say yet all I see is a 13 year old boy wanting to play, hoping to marry, hoping to live to a 100.

Yet they are right... You would not have been as smart if the leprosy had not kept you at home, your only entertainment books. Perhaps days come when your body aches, you look at the roof of the bed and wish that you were stupid and healthy. "

The king is silent for a moment, his gaze fixed on the board before him, his mind elsewhere as the woman speaks. He can only see the days in which he spent sitting inside, unable to move about and play and explore as he so desperately longed for as a child. The countless books he’d read, the stories he’d heard and the lessons he’d learned.

The years of sitting in a quiet room in his home, his only company being the books, the teachers, the family. It had been an endless cycle.

"They look at the disease and say you are ugly. I look at your eyes and say you are the most beautiful I have ever seen" Her voice had been now filled with passion and adornment for the man before her.

The king is at a loss for words, left silenced by the woman’s soft, sincere declaration. He stares at her in quiet awe, her statement taking root in his mind and leaving him stunned.

Nobody had ever seen him that way. For years, he’d been shunned and avoided. Called vile and revolting. Hideous, deformed.

He was quiet for several long moments, blinking slowly. “You… think I am beautiful…?”

"The most beautiful." She whispered and laid her hand on his gloved one.

[milaeryn]

Portrait of King Baldwin... ✨

[somethingstrangeishere]

Make way for Sultan Saladin!

(Please tap on the image for better quality)

‼️The outfit is NOT historically accurate‼️

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