#castin hammer

[awillowdancingonair]

“a soul that’s born in cold and rain- knows sunlight, sunlight, sunlight”

Castin x Baroness! (Desmond Asmr)

TW: Scars, cause it’s Castin. A tiny bit suggestive, cause once again, it’s Castin.

Prompt: tracing scars

Summary: When Castin wakes up one morning, he isn’t faced with the empty bed he’s grown accustomed to many times before, due to his wife’s busy schedule. Instead, his wife is there; and awake already. She’s quietly tracing the scars on his chest and arms, ones from all the battles he’s been in. How will Castin react to this morning surprise?

Tags: @themonotonysyndrome thank you so much for all your kind words, discussing Castin and all that has been so much fun!! You’re truly an inspiration.

As Castin’s eyes fluttered open, the first thing he saw was sunlight. The rays of morning light filtered in through the windows of his room, casting a warm glow on all the rooms items. He let out a long sigh, mentally preparing himself for another long day of training. But for a moment, he relished in the quiet ambience of the morning. Birds cooed and chirps outside of his bedroom window, a light breeze rustled trees outside, he could even hear some of his men training already in a field a ways off.

A part of him wished his wife, the Baroness, could be here with him. He desperately wanted more time with her- as he always did. But at the same time, he knew how important the work she was doing would be to the growth of, well, everything.

A lazy smile crossed his face as he pictured his wife. He knew she was probably nose deep in a pile of work at this point. Over the past few months, he’d tried to pop in to check on her once in a while. Often, he was shooed out, with her fussing about needing to work and that he had things he needed to attend to as well. But occasionally, she’d let him stay. When this rare event happened, he would lounge on one of the chairs in her office, mentally grumbling about how uncomfortable it was, and would pick something to focus on. Sometimes it was a book that the Baroness had long finished, other times it was a map that had been marked up. But what the Baroness was unaware of, was that the items Castin would choose were merely things for his hands to fidget with. When he was in her presence in those times, his focus would always be on her. He loved watching the way her dress would sway as she bustled around the room, the way her nimble fingers would race over her paperwork, the way her eyes focused when she read the work. One of the things he loved most was the way he could practically see the wheels in her head turning as she thought long and hard.

As much as he loved these moments, he also missed having more quiet ones. Relaxed ones, with just the two of them.

His eyes opened again as he realized he’d begun to drift off as he thought. He blinked a few times, trying to keep himself awake. Only in doing so, as his senses finally awoke, he realized there was a hand laying on his arm. Not just a hand, fingers too.

His head shot to the side, eyes wide and expectant. His gaze softened as he saw his wife there, bathed in the golden glow of sunshine.

“Sweetheart- what? Shouldn’t you be working right now? You’ve literally never once slept in, do I need to call the doctor, babe?” he asked, his full attention on you. A slight smile tugged at the sides of his lips but there was a look of worry in his eyes as he scanned your face for any answer.

“No, Castin, I didn’t sleep in,” the Baroness replied with a roll of her eyes and a chuckle emitting softly from her throat, “I cleared my schedule for today. I’m going to spend it with my husband,”

Castin just blinked, taking in the calm smile that coated his wife’s face. She was serious.

“You’re joking, right, babe?” he asked.

He paused for a moment, taking in the sight in front of him, trying to comprehend that: yes, his wife really had made the time to spend the day with him. He took a second to take her in. The way the light was shining off her hair, the way the golden glow of the morning looked on her skin, how the sheets of their bed looked pressed against her.

He let out a hearty, happy chuckle.

“Well, if that’s the view I get to see all day then,” he made a whistling sound while he exhaled, eyes raking over your body, “Then by all means,” he leaned closer to you, a mischievous smile planting itself on his face, “Count me in,”

“Castin!” the Baroness laughed lightly and gently pushed Castin away, ignoring his playfulness. “I was enjoying relaxing with you, to be honest.”

Castin looked at his wife with a tender expression. And the two settled into a comfortable silence. The Baroness moved closer to him, and Castin took this as his cue to lift his arm up, allowing the Baroness to move closer, draping an arm across his chest.

The pair laid like this for a while, enjoying the happiness of the morning. Castin was unsure if his wife had fallen back asleep, but a question was persistent in his mind.

“Sweetheart?” he asked. He felt the Baroness’s head lift slightly against the crook of his arm.

“Hmm?” she hummed lazily, a quietness in her voice he hadn’t often heard. Her eyes were still closed, looking as if she was drifting on the brink of sleep. Her eyelashes rested softly on her cheek. She looked beautiful.

“What did you do before I woke up?”

The Baroness propped herself up lightly, looking up at her husband while blinking away her lingering drowsiness.

“This,” she said, as she rested her head on one of her hands, and began tracing a faint scar on Castin’s chest.

Castin looked at her- confused- for a good second before he understood what she was doing with her finger on his chest.

“Oh..,” he said eyes widening, “Why..why are you doing that, babe?”

A nervous laugh accompanied his words. Upon hearing his hesitant tone, her hand retracted.

“I’m sorry, I was-“ she began, feeling confused and a bit embarrassed. She had never been the best at expressing affection, and when she had awoken, and seen the scars that decorated his skin, she had felt a strange urge to trace those lines of his past. But as she spoke, she was cut off abruptly.

“No- no. You’re good. You’re good. I just-,” his hand rose and ruffled his dark hair, his eyes crossed the room as he took a breath, “No one’s done that before. It…it hit pretty close to home.”

His hand gently rose from his side, placing her hand back on his chest softly. His wife’s finger reached for one of the scars, and she looked up at him, waiting patiently for an unspoken permission. Castin looked at his wife tenderly and gave a nod, a love struck smile beginning to creep on his face. Seeing the gentle look in his eyes, and looking down at how the light from the rising sun shone on his chest, her finger landed softly on one of the scars.

“Yeah, go ahead, babe. I’m all yours,” he said with a relaxed breath.

The Baronesses finger started to move along the faint light line on his skin, from what she assumed was a strike of a sword. After she had traced the mark multiple times, her finger quickly found another one. This one was more obvious.

“If you don’t mind my asking, Castin, how did you get this one?” she said quietly. Castin’s head tilted slightly in response to her question, thinking.

“One of my first training days, actually. Yeah, me and the rest of the men got pretty banged up. No sweat though, it’s all good now sweetheart, I’ve got you,” he replied, kissing the top of the Baronesses head lovingly.

The Baroness continued, gently pressing kisses to some of them. Castin laid there, exposed in what felt like more ways than one. Yes, his body was sprawled on the bed, basking in the warmth of the morning; but there was a vulnerability and an intimacy to what the Baroness was doing. One that he hadn’t felt before. Yes, he’d been with women. But none of them had done this. None of them had gazed lovingly at his scarred body, tracing her fingers lightly upon them with a gentleness and comfort that it felt like it could only be a gift from the Goddess herself. None of them had pressed their sweet lips to the marks of his past, tracing the lines as if she could relieve him of all past pain. All while she too was lying on their shared bed, body intertwined with his. He knew his wife was a busy woman. That wasn’t hard to figure out. But in these moments, moments where she too let down her guard and in the process just brought his down more, he felt truly whole. Being without her would be the greatest wound he could ever receive now. Not any battle injury, not any training mistake, nothing. He had seen ugliness in the world, hell, he’d witnessed it first hand. He’d been a part of bloody and dangerous battles, gone on spine-chilling missions, seen people die and his own friends die with them. His mother had been killed by war.

Yet in this moment, despite the cold and rain that had been his life, he could only feel sunshine. A content joy, rays of sunlight filtering through clouds, like the beams that covered him and his wife at that very moment.

“How did you get this one, dear?” his wife asked, shaking him out of his thoughts. He adjusted to turn towards her more, smiling to himself. In the Baronesses eyes, it was one that rivaled the sun itself. He was the sun in her world too.

“Well, it was one of my first battles..,” and Castin continued on, telling her the tale of how he had earned that one. His tales continued all throughout the morning. Laughter and tears would follow, filling the walls of the room with the rest of the light from the sun as it finally finished rising.

In the midst of all the dark of the world, the two had found each other, exposed each other’s scars, and made sunlight out of their lives.

“A soul that’s born in cold and rain- knows sunlight, sunlight, sunlight” -Sunlight by Hozier

[neptune-cinths]

hello everyone ! it has come to my attention that tumblr has been supporting israel by running pro-israeli propaganda. i just wanted to make it known here (especially for people who are paying for the ad free experience, merch, etc).

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[themonotonysyndrome]

The premiere had me clutching my pearls! So for something sweet & to celebrate the new video, here's Castin and his Baroness (my OC, Celica) being sawft and getting ready for bed, made by the amazing @silverink58

[audioroleplayconfessions]

Why does everyone think Castin is just horny all the time and has no other personality traits?

I feel like you guys are all just closing your eyes n pretending not to see his other likings and interests.Ya‘ll really just open your eyes when he‘s talking about sex just to call him a Latin stereotype,maybe you guys are just the horny ones💀

This man loves fighting/training and teaching people things,he loves playing with children,he loves respects and cares for his mom(RIP mama hammer btw❤️),he is a good and loyal friend,he likes reading a bit now and then.he likes just chilling doing nothing.He said himself that he would enjoy every second of just chilling in a room with his wife.He doesn’t always think about having sex.He just enjoys his wife’s company

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[theealluringstoryteller]

Agaisnt The World Around Us

Chapter 5: The wedding

Clara snuggled her son relishing in the warmth his body gave as she read the words off the pages of the book she found in their small library in the village. Despite him being 13 she appreciated him still wanting to read to him and cuddle him when he wanted to spend time with her or in need of comfort. Castin silently followed along with his eyes, one almost swollen shut due to the fight he got into with boys much older than him. Clara hated how her sweet boy was treated among people in their village and she tried her best to make up for it by doing everything she could at home. “And then ‘swoosh’ Perseus swooped down on his flying horse towards Andromeda determined to save the chained princess from the sea monster ‘Cetus’ ”

She continued on with the story warmly smiling as Castin cuddled a bit more closer to her, drowned in the story escaping the day that he had.

“After the mighty Demi God slayed the horrid beast he took Princess Andromeda back to her father King Cepheus and asked for her hand in marriage-" “Ughhh!” Castin groaned loudly turning his head up the shift in the story. “Awe come on Cassie! All heroes deserve love-” “But he’s in his prime! He’s gonna throw it all away for some…chick!” Castin huffs crossing his arms over his chest suddenly uninterested in the tale. The young Castin grumbled to himself about how weak Perseus was. “What man would rather settle down instead of living a life full of honor!” Frowning Clara closed the book unhappy with her son’s thought process. “Who said it wasn’t honorable to be in love?” She questioned wanting to get down to the source of his disdain! “Only girls fall in love! It’s stupid and silly!” Castin went on. “It’s not manly at all!”

Appalled Clara scoffed “who told you all of this…horse shit?” She demanded snatching his chin and turning his face towards her. His eyes now softening he shrugs his shoulders feeling bad about getting his mother upset. “They say so! It’s not the Intacian way!”

Clara sighed mentally cursing those who put such an idea into her son’s head. “Cassie,honey, don’t believe to their bullshit! They are nothing but a bunch of miserable pathetic old men who are unhappy with their lives because they couldn’t manage to get a woman even of low standards to fall in love with their miserable asses!” Clara begins motioning Castin into her arms. Scooting back into his mother’s embrace Castin remained silent knowing that now it wasn’t the best time to cut in with his warped opinions. “Let me tell you my little love, you’re going to find a woman when you grow into a man and you’re gonna be so in love with her and her you because you deserve that! You’re by far better than those low life roaches who told you that it wasn’t manly to be in love-your father loved me very much!” She tells him hugging him closely. “And this woman you’re gonna find-she’s gonna be everything you’ve ever dreamed of-”

“Maaa! I don’t dream of girls!” Castin whined at the thought. “Oh please don’t lie to your mother! I wash your clothes!”

“Ma!” Castin groaned again, his cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

“Oh hush!” Clara chuckled softly pinching Castin’s side.

“My boy! You’re home!” Clara cheered rushing up to her son who now towered over her. A bright smile on his face he embraced her closing his eyes in relief now that he’s home and away from the camp that had too many funky bodies and none of his mother’s delicious cooking.

“I missed ya too, ma!”

“You better! The amount of time I stay up thinking and worrying about you!” She exclaimed letting go so she could do a look over of her son.

She tsked at his lanky figure “Are they not feeding you? What you have to be an official soldier to get a decent meal plan?!” Clara continued to fuss causing Castin to smile and laugh to himself at his mother’s behavior.

“Gisela! Isn’t that the boy you’re brother-”

“Shush!”

Castin developing keen ear picked up not to far from his home. His eyes catching sight of two girls around his age walking by huddled together as they peered over at him while whispering horribly.

“He’s cute! Maybe you should ask him out?”

“What?! What if he says no?”

Smirking Castin lifted a hand “Sup Ladies!” He greeted jerking his chin up in a nod. The two girls gasped then awkwardly laughed stopping their stroll now that there was an air of opportunity.

Frowning Clara glanced between the girls and her son. She studied the two before her eyes went from slits to calm within seconds.

“I’m sorry girls but my son here desperately needs a bath! Camp has lice!” Clara huffs looking at Castin’s hair full of disgust. “Yeah! Unfortunately that’s what happens with some soldiers in training!” She tells them shrugging her shoulders, ignoring the look her son was shooting her way. The woman shooed away the girls who held a displeased look on their faces.

“Maaa!” Castin cried dramatically raising his arms asking ‘why?’

“Trust me Cassie I’ve seen those girls buzzing like a hover fly in other warriors in training faces and I’ll be damned if you came home with something far worse than lice.”

Ushering her son into their house Clara began what Castin would refer to as rambling “I did you a favor! You need a girl who doesn’t get so excited over male attention! Someone who shares something you also love-like reading! Oh and she has to be sweet! You need a nice girl! To keep that heart of yours safe and full of love.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah Ma!” Castin rolls his eyes happy to be home. “I’ll be sure to marry her when I find her”

Castin stood tall at the alter his Commander suit felt like bricks anchoring him in place as his eyes were glued to the approaching figure in all white. He couldn’t believe how beautiful she looked making her way towards him, towards their future together, a one sided love. Ethereal is what came to mind as he saved this memory in his mind. Many years ago his mother told him and now it’s happening! He was in love! Goddess how he loved her. It plagued him! Turned every other woman into faceless humanoid creatures who could no longer sway him with their attention and empty affection.

His eyes only saw her, he only wanted her. Somehow she casted a spell and poof! He was her’s and she had no clue. That was the bittersweet part of this wedding. He was marrying the woman he loved while she was marrying the man she loathed.

Omorose barely spared him a glance as she stood emotionless at the alter beside him. Rhett shook his head throwing Castin a short look of disappointment at failing to win over the Baroness, before be started the ceremony.

“Today is one that will be marked in our new found history. Where two enemy nations set their hatred, division and differences aside to unite and become stronger together as one through the union of Intacian warrior commander Castin Hammer and Imperial Baroness of the coastal Empire Omorose Fentress. Bear witness as they commit themselves to each other and as their commitment serves as a bond between the Coastal empire and Intacia!”

A mixture of low groans and whispers creeped up once King Rhett finished the opening speech of the wedding ceremony.

In the coastal empire Weddings were a show. The richer you were, the higher or title the more elaborate your wedding is expected to be. Ballads were song, Dances were performed and the tales of both families histories were told high lighting where the union was a grand one. It was quite the cultura shock when Rhett went straight into asking

“Baroness, before the Goddess and everyone here do you take Castin to be your husband? Do you accept him as your partner and your equal for the rest of your life?”

“I do.” Her voice voided and empty as she sealed her fate, intertwining her life seconds before he did the same.

“And Castin, before the goddess and everyone here do you take the Baroness to be your wife? Do you accept her as your partner and your equal for the rest of your life?”

“Yeah…I do.” He said softly stealing a glance at her from the corner of his eyes. The empty look in her pretty honey eyes pained him to see. A consequence for him being a total ass.

“Then I king Rhett of Intacia and of the Coastal Empire bind you two together forever. Castin you may kiss your wife.” Rhett announced motioning him to step forward.

“Gladly!” Castin smirked.

Omorose mentally frowned as she was pulled into the kiss. She didn’t bother putting much effort into its Castin lead it.

While it brought Castin butterflies it brought Omorose nothing but disgust especially when he moaned into the kiss. And the sound of cheering and clapping only made her sour more.

Pushing him away she noticed the look of disappointment on her now Husband’s face.

“Hey you know you didn’t have to push me away like that towards the end.”

“You were getting carried away for something that doesn’t mean anything on a personal level.” She snipped maneuvering her dress around prepared to get far away from him as possible.

“Yeah you’re right…my bad. Kinda got carried away there.” Castin admits hoping she would be a little more kinder to him like she was with her close friends and Nina.

Rolling her eyes Omorose searched through the crowd for a familiar face she could socialize with instead of the husband she wanted to avoid.

Moving closer he asked “Look…could we at least dance?”

Throwing him a look Omorose scoffed her heeled feet carrying her and her long gown away as a frustrated Castin followed.

“Hey! Come on…look you’ve been doing this for months. I am your husband! Okay? You just can’t keep avoiding me.” He pleads wishing to reason with her.

Not bothering to entertain the thought Omorose kept walking.

Castin signed in frustration watching her go “Are you serious?!”

With her head held high Omorose was completely unaware of the power she held over Castin who suddenly felt like the rejected boy of his village once again. The feeling causing him to crave alcohol to wash away the ill feeling.

He might as well make the most of his wedding night! Nothing else was going to come if it but partying and drinking himself stupid.

As a heavy weight he took the nearest bottle offered to him and chugged as much as possible desperate for rejected feeling to disappear. Perhaps if he got drunk enough one of the Bar maids would start mirroring Omorose’s looks and his feelings for her even if he no longer thirsted for meaningless conquests.

At the kings table Omorose listened to Rhett go on about giving the scoundrel friend of his another chance. She didn’t see how it would matter now that she tied herself to the hound.

“Dun da da dun da da!” A drunk voice sung loudly as a guitar’s strings were abusely played.

“Of course.” She hissed seeing Castin standing on a

Table top dancing with one of the barmaids that were on the clock. He looked absolutely stupid in her eyes. An embarrassment.

Rhett cursed excusing himself to retrieve his friend before he made a bigger fool of himself.

“No!” Omorose told herself standing from her seat and swiftly leaving the party to her room. She couldn’t allow herself to stay and be humiliated by a man who seemed to lack any control or self respect.

Once in her room she kicked off her heels and made her way to her vanity. Staring at her reflection ‘Stupid! Stupid! stupid girl with a sympathizing heart for her country’s enemy! Look where that weak caring heart got you. Pathetic!’ She thought.

‘Married to a man who is known to fuck anything as long as it has a warm hole! A damn dog! Now you have to lay it a flea covered bed because you want to fix your family’s mistakes like the fool they tried beating out of you!’ Her mind continued to berate her. Her nails sunk into the flesh of her palms as she willed the horrid thoughts away. Tears gathering in her eyes as negative feels swept over her.

“You always knew you were damned to a loveless Marriage don’t act surprised now. It was practically a birthright. But you’re not going to allow that or him to define the woman you are. You’re stronger than that!” She tells herself sinking her nails further into her palms to stop herself from shedding a tear.

A shaky breath forced its way passed her lips as the feeling finally left her. Forcefully she smiled at herself in the mirror before pulling out her journal and pen.

Passing the time writing in it waiting for the party to end up staying dress in case Aurelia or Nina came looking for her.

Nina sighed from afar watching the whole interaction go down. In the pit of her stomach she felt a sense of regret for not pushing hard enough to get Omorose not to go through with the marriage. To her it was clear it was going to end in shambles quickly.

“Let me go see about that child of mine.” She says to a random intacian man that brought her over a drink.

“Yeah! Tell her I said ‘good luck’ cause it is needed.” He laughed taking the cup she handed back

She couldn’t get through the threshold of the banquet hall before she was stopped by the King.

“Nina wait! Let Castin go to her! He needs to.”

“You don’t think he burned that bridge and pissed on its ashes enough!” She questioned raising a brow.

Defeated Rhett knew she was right and couldn’t argue. Bowing his head tiredly he said “Let him try one more time. Maybe now that she’s his wife he would finally pull his head out of his ass.”

“Goddess willing…”

To entranced in her thoughts the sound of her bedroom door opening without her permission startled her. Within seconds her dagger she stashed on the underside of her vanity was in her hands ready for use.

Castin looked at the weapon then at her scoffing a little amused.

“Come on babe really a knife? If you were going to kill me you should’ve done it before our wedding! It’s a little too late now.”

Sneering at the man Omorose sat the weapon on the vanity and picked up her pen.

“Stop with that.”

“What? You’re my wife I can’t call you sweetheart?” He asked. His buzzed mind enjoying the attention.

“It was arranged! It’s nothing on a personal level so there’s no need for pet names.” She spat pressing her pen harder into the paper.

“Who care if it was arranged? You and I walked down the aisle that makes you my…” he trailed seeing her get upset. “Come on say it with me now” he laughs hoping to get more of a reaction out of her.

“We are one flesh serving one Queen sweetheart, get use to it.”

Closing her eyes Omorose lifted her fingers to her temples and proceeded to give herself a message.

“So are you planning on coming back down? I mean come on leaving your own wedding reception kinda early is tacky don’t you think?”

“Tacky?!” She couldn’t help but scoffed. “Yet you were embarrassing me!”

Taken back Castin screwed up his face “what?! How was I embarrassing you?”

“You’re excessive drinking.”

“Ugh it’s a wedding babygirl. People drink. It’s not that weird.”

“Encouraging drunk people to drink!”

“Ok sure people got a little drunk but once again it’s a wedding. When else,”

“And you’re rhythmless ‘dancing’ with the rhythmless Barmaids?”

“Hmm? What about the barmaids?” He asked not sure if he heard her right. She turned giving him the ‘you heard me’ look.

“Uh come on? No! No! You know that’s not what that was.”

“A tasteless rhythmless eyesore everyone was forced to watch! Not even a single drop in that bottle could spare you a half an ounce of grace for such a badly preformed sensual dance.” Omorose went on grimacing at the thought. “Or for the poor girl who tried so hard to catch the beat but couldn’t! Disgraceful!”

‘If you’re going to disrespect me and this marriage so soon you could’ve at least looked decent while doing so.’ She thought.

“Okay! So I’m social! Not everyone is as introverted as you.”

“So go be social!” She waved towards the door.

“Nah I’m staying here with you.”

“Besides the Queen bounced after you left and that was the only thing keeping the party going soo… I think we’re done.” He says loosening his collar.

“The Queen asked about you. Ya know.” He went on helping himself to a bottle of wine gifted to her by an imperial nobleman wishing her luck and voicing his disdain for not being the Groom.

“She did?” Omorose inquired curious as to why.

“Of course! You’re the Bride and you just dipped out of nowhere.”

“So did you tell her why I left?”

“Well I told her you and I decided to call it a night early because you were so eager to have your husband on your wedding night.”

The color in Omorose’s face drained at his words and audacity. Picking up her cup of old wine she chucked it at him with so much hate behind it.

“How dare you!” She hissed.

“Oh I’m sorry? Was that not what you wanted me to tell her?” He asked raving in her anger. It was the first time she spent more than a second on him he was lapping it up.

“Oh dag my bad. I mean if you would’ve just stayed you could’ve told her yourself.”

“Asshole.” Omorose grumbled her eyes like daggers as she glared his way.

She returned to her journal her handwriting turning sloppy as she jotted down what was needed to be recorded in it.

The squeaks of the facet and water running nearly made her blood boil.

“What are you doing?” She demanded not in the mood to continue with his fuckery.

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m drawing a bath.” Castin stated obviously now growing tired of his wife’s attitude.

“Why?” She bluntly pressed him.

“Because I’m covered in sweat and wine and general party juices.”

“Not here.” She states wanting him out of her space

“Uh what makes you think I can’t?”

“Because I said so.”

“So you have a messed up attitude…that means I can’t be clean.”

“I don’t give a damn what you do as long as it’s not in my room?” Omorose replied

“Correction this is our room.” He corrected picking up a bottle of Omorose’s expensive oil infused bubble bath “and if I want to take a bath in our room I can do that.”

“Our room?” She asked in disgust. The night just kept getting worse.

“I mean you’re welcome to watch.” He smirks.

“I’d rather choke on the food I didn’t get to eat tonight.”

Annoyed at the whole ordeal Omorose thought of a way to piss him off like he pissed her off even if it was childish.

Shifting her dressed she sat herself more comfortably in her vanity chair picking up the book she was reading the night prior subconsciously scheming.

‘The window’ her subconscious pointed out. Curious if it would work she looked over to not only see through window but Castin.

Despite her feelings towards him she can admit that he was physically flawless when it came to his built and the scars marking up his body only added to his appeal.

Castin felt a boost of confidence seeing her look this way. He teased earning an eye roll. Turning back into her book Omorose pushed down the slightly embarrassment that crept over her.

Relaxed in the water Castin informed his wife of the Queen wanting them to ‘promenade through the garden’ so people could see them in the next upcoming weeks. Boldly he tried to suggest spending time outside of that request but was shot down with a dry “No”

“It doesn’t matter what you were going to say. The answer would’ve still been, no.”

Curious and a little bitter Castin grilled her on why.

“I have far better plans with far better company, that won’t cause me an exhausting headache.”

“Okaaay. The personal attack was kind of unnecessary. Who do you have plans with?”

“Lord Reyes.”

“Lord Reyes? Really? The dude from the Library?” Castin huffs remembering walking in on the two smiling and giggling to each other closely over something he couldn’t understand.

In sudden jealously Castin demanded “W-what do you have to do with him?”

Tiredly Omorose mouth turned smart “And you need to know because?”

“Seriously?” He gave her a pointed look. Shaking his head at her answer he decided to ask another question “oh so what is this Lord Reyes like?”

“What do you mean?” She countered dumbly.

“‘ What do you mean’ what do I mean? What do you think of him? Do you think he’s handsome?”

“As a matter of fact I do! Not that it matters since this is a fake marriage!”

Pissed off by her last sentence Castin corrects her in a low tone “This is not a fake marriage. It’s an arranged marriage.”

Seeing the displeased look and hearing him let out a breath, Omorose believed that their conversation session for the night ended.

Standing she looked over at him with her arms crossed over her chest.

“What?” He asked dejectedly.

“Can you hurry up.” She demands wanting to wash this lack luster day off.

“Relax there’s plenty of hot water. I’ll be out soon. You’ll get your turn.”

“Well make it real soon.”

“How about this the more you tell me to hurry up the longer I stay in here.”

Not happy with that she looked back at the window and made her way over to it. “What are you doing?”

Unlatching the widow she slid it open inviting the cold night air to creep in like fog.

“Are you serious?!” He raised his voice not believing she could be so childish.

“It’s freezing! Can you close that please?”

“No I’m getting a sudden flash of heat! Must be the dress…”

“So petty.” He grumbles “Fine!” Castin stood up from the water without warning.

With a cringe Omorose adverted her eyes hearing the water splash and puddle on the floor.

Sensing she still wasn’t happy Castin once again asked “what? You got what you wanted. I’m out! It’s all yours.” He motioned to the tub.

“Good now leave!”

“No I’m not leaving.” He retorts drying himself off

“You didn’t leave me I got in!” He pointed out.

“It’s different!”

“How’s it different?”

Rolling her eyes annoyed at that fact she couldn’t think of a solid answer.

“Go ahead do your thing.”

“Not around you!”

“Don’t worry sweetheart. I’m going to bed I’m not looking at you.”

Omorose stayed glued to her spot watching as he got into her bed much to her disliking. His face turned away from her and stayed that way. Taking in a gulp of air she unzipped the seamless zipper and allowed her gown to pool around her revealing the white lacey thong she wore underneath.

Worried he would turn to sneak a peak she quickly got in the tub thankful that it was a heated and filtrated model but the cold air still bit at her. Splashing at the water she wordlessly got Castin’s attention who was tired of her and her shit.

“What! What do you want now? What do you want me to bring you?”

Pointing over to her vanity Castin glanced over to see her book lying opened on the page she left off.

“Your book? Naw you shouldn’t have left it there.”

“Why not?” She pouted sinking into the water.

“Because I’m already comfortable. Besides! Didn’t you say you didn’t want me to see you?”

Grimacing at him quoting her she lets out an irritated groan.

“Just bring me the book please?”

Puffing out air Castin got up from bed “Fine. If you say so.” He shrugs crossing the room to get to her vanity. He picks up the book telling himself to not be disrespectful enough to sneak a peak.

“Can you close the window?” She requested since he was up now.

Agreeing since he too was cold Castin made the extra journey to close the window before he noticed that the fire was low in the fireplace.

“Hey that fire is getting kinda low don’t you think?” He pondered out loud. “Where do you keep the wood?”

Raising her arm she pointed towards the corner closest to the fireplace her eyes not leaving her book once it was handed to her.

Castin hurriedly tended to the fire wanting to get back to bed since his alcoholic buzz left his system completely now. He turns but the way that the moon light casted itself over his wife caught his attention and he couldn’t but to see her in all of her glory.

“My Goddess…” he gawked his mind already capturing and saving the image to his memory like a camera. “Now that’s a view worth getting outta bed for.”

Out of anger and loss of dignity Omorose kicked her leg up at a certain angle getting water all over Castin landing her into a predicament that from sour to sweet.

For the past few months, she's been working so hard to keep the wall she built up between her and Castin.

A wall she knowingly built brick by brick after each distasteful encounter she had with the army commander to protect her, her feelings, and her time. A wall that was crumbling slightly as she watched him, her newly married husband, and his hard exterior fall in front of her as he asked her

"Please just tell me why do you hate me?"

Her heart softened just a bit at his cracked exterior but she hid it behind her voice as she spoke "So the embarrassing me with the lingerie gift you gave me the time you ever met me slips your mind-"

Castin opened his mouth to speak but the fierce glare made the words he wanted to say faltered into sounds "I- sorry no! Go on." He apologized

"I've tried to get to know you Castin but each attempt showed me what type of man you are. A dipso, egotistical rake who hangs around degenerates who think and acts the same way! The way you automatically viewed me as an object you could have the pleasure of fucking! Why wouldn't I hate you?" Omorose wailed tearing her watery eyes away from Castin's crestfallen face.

The young wife hid her face back in her book shakily admitting

"Too many people-Men and women view me the same way...it's degrading to know that instead of acknowledging everything I've done, all that I have accomplished they-" Omorose bit her lip, pushing back the sob that almost slipped.

"I'm very well aware of the fact that people want me in their beds. It's hard not to notice Castin! I promised myself at the age of 15 that I would wait and fall in love with someone who wanted me entirely and not just for my body but I failed! I failed myself when I agreed to marry you for the sake of the new kingdom. And now I'm stuck being the trophy wife to a man that saw me as a glorified sex doll the first time he ever saw me! That's why I hate you."

Her words and the sound of her voice cracking broke Castin's heart. The last thing he wanted was to hurt the woman he was in love with and moving forward he would be damned if he knowingly did so.

Castin took a deep breath. Every word his wife whimpered out processing in his mind. "I-I'm really sorry." He apologized the words he wanted to say, the things he wanted to confessed jumbled in him.

"Can I just um... can I ju-just think for a second? Thanks." He asked catching a glimpse of Omorose's pretty honey-colored eyes gloss over with vulnerable tears that gathered at her water line.

He finally got his answer and it left him speechless, seeing her push back her tears over it left him aching.

He was among a group of people that Omorose loathed but had to silently deal with instead of the people she felt at peace with and that tore him apart inside.

"Look. That's not me! Okay. Ev-everything you said…that isn't me." He started

Omorose scoffed pulling her knees closer to her chest "That is not you? The man you've been since I met you isn't you?!" She rolled her eyes causing a single stream to fall down her face.

"No, no I-I know I-I know I have a reputation! Okay?

Th-th-the brawling, the drinking, and just…generally being a rake but, that's not me! Okay?" He stressed hoping she was listening to him and was actually taking his honest confession to heart. "That's not the man I want to be" he paused searching for a reaction but received none. "Look I-I know I may not be explaining this well but," Castin's trailed off staring at the book cover held in Omorose's delicate hands. The ring on her finger shone under the dimmed light, the same one he placed there only a few hours ago catching his eye.

'Rhett is right.seems like he's always right. Castin thought, thinking back to the advice Rhett gave him before ordering him up to his new room in the palace.

"Drop the manly Intacian act. Be yourself Castin!

That is exactly what won me the Queen's heart, and it can be the same for you."

Taking another deep breath Castin prepared to drop the one thing he felt protected behind, the wall that shielded him these past years, all in hopes that Omorose his wife saw him in a different light.

"You know I really did read that book. When I was a kid...I wasn't just-trying to have something to say…okay? I-I really like that stuff." He awkwardly stated.

Omorose peaked over her book after listening to Castin struggle with his words and it made his heart skip a beat.

"Look I don't know how to explain it alright. I just feel like there's me everyone else sees and then there's the me that's really.me and the me that everyone else sees I hate it okay? I'm not that guy!" He admits feeling a wave of mixed emotions wash over him.

"Then why do you act like that? Why pretend to be someone you hate?" Omorose questions putting the book down entirely. Wanting to understand why someone would torture themselves like that.

"Because I-... I-I don't know. I was different when I was I-I was like you and then being a warrior in Intacia i-it's it's just different. You have to be strong and respected. You have to fit in." He explained feeling slightly smaller under her stare.

"Look! It's all really confusing to me... but every time I look at you it's clear. The man that I want to be is the exact type of man you would fall in love with. You remind me of everything I really care about of-of who I was back then- n-no no of the man I know I still am.

I-I just need your help."

Omorose felt her eyes soften at the stuttered admission, the honesty in his voice and the look in his eyes shined a new light over him. She cast her gaze to the ceiling contemplating whether she could forgive him and let go of her grudge she had against or not.

"I-Look, I know I screwed up. I'm used to charming people to get my way and I tried to do it with you with all the gestures and all the flirting and I'm sorry.

That's not who I want to be anymore." Castin said following her gaze

"Hey look at me. I want to change." He says looking into her eyes once she looked back at him.

"For you. I just need you to show me how. Just please give me a chance." Castin begged, moving closer to Omorose who's heart speed up as her husband leaned in to kiss her.

The Baroness has never been in such an intimate moment before, she guarded herself well before getting married and now without any experience or idea of what to do in that moment besides kissing him, she felt even more vulnerable. And when he whispered that he wanted more against her plump lips she felt a flutter in her tummy. A mixture of excitement and anxiety as her smothered voice asked "sex" between kisses.

"No! No! I don't mean like that. I mean-" he broke into a light-felt chuckle " No I do want you like that. I really do but, I-I don't just want to you physically okay? I-I love you an-and before we do anything I need to know that you're really into trying to make Because if you're not and this is just some heat of the moment thing for you then I-I can't cause it's not just that for me and I don't think it ever will be... so please don't go through with this and then hurt my feelings later."

Omorose could feel it in her heart that she forgave him right then and there in his vulnerable state, asking her not to hurt his feelings and string him along. Something she would ask something she would say.

"Are you for real about this? Am I your husband or just some warrior the Queen forced you to marry-"

Omorose stepped out of her character, reaching up to grab Castin's face to kiss him. It surprised him for a second, feeling her soft lips on his. Though a bold action he could still tell that it was a shy gesture.

"You and me," Castin said pulling away and placing a kiss on Omorose's forehead. "Let's just start over?"

He smiled softly going in for a kiss

"Okay." Omorose softly agreed.

[urfrenfishy]

hey so yk that one sound on tiktok that’s trending rn and it’s like “your hand in my hand” and then the guy goes “i could never choose to love another” and the girl goes “maybe one day i could learn to…love…you…too. :)”

yeah so that’s castin hammer and the baroness

[snickerdoodie]

Summary: Due to both stress and pain, the Baroness finally breaks when she reunites with her husband.

A/N: I actually wrote this awhile back, but never wanted to post it because I felt like it was too embarrassing, me basically showing off my delusions to a voice actor. But seeing there’s not really any writing about Desmond, I decided to take matters into my own grimy hands and wrote this. Isn’t proofread either, so if it sometimes sounds off, my apologies. Enjoy!

She didn’t mind to me married to Castin, really. He was a good husband; constantly looking out for her, doing everything in his power to make her happy and smile, he’d give her the whole moon if he could. No, that wasn’t the problem at all, it was the impossible and endless duties of the Baroness piled in with the intense amount of misogynistic deacriminatison and sexist stereotypes shoved into her face.

It started off as a relatively normal day for her; planning marriages from the two kingdoms, making sure her husbands returning in one piece, preparing meetings for the king and queen, etc. Exhausting as per usual, she never had time to herself anymore after the marriage. Yet today, it seems, she had managed to spare herself some time her own activities and hobbies, especially reading. But, both fortunately and unfortunately, this day was also the day her husband returns from his campaign.

“Well well well,” she hears, “don’t you look absolutely ravishing tonight, wife.” Castin purrs, his eyes twinkling despite the tiredness that lays in them, the bags under his sockets have gotten more noticeable. She frowns at the sight. He notices her cinched eyebrows and pouty lip, his own brow quirking in question. “What’s the problem, babe? Finally notice how much of a good looking heart-throb your husband is?” She lets up a quick grin at his shameful joke, which brings a bigger grin on his face. She shakes her head, motioning him over with her wrists to where she’s laying in bed, soon sitting up when he makes his way over with a softer smile.

When he finally in her reach, she pulls him to sit on the side of her bed, torso turned to her. She looks him over carefully, eyes softening and saddening as she sees how much more stress had been put onto his features. The bags under his eyes, the few cuts and bruises, some healed some new, the sharpness in his once soft eyes. She felt her heart crack at the sights in front of her. As he looks into her melancholy eyes, he realizes then what she’s seeing. He closes his eyes and lets out a soft sigh, his own hand coming to hold the one on his cheek, inching her palm closer to his mouth, he places a soft kiss to it before holding it against his lips. Eyes opening softly and his own heart breaking at the look she gives him, her eyes saying more than her voice ever could.

“Don’t look at me like that, sweetheart..” His voice barely above a whisper, having not being so close, she wouldn’tve heard him. Their eyes stay interlocked, telling tales with their pupils and saying stories with their corneas. Managing to speak so much with no words. Castin soon feels his eyes start to water as he sees hers fill up with tears, the crystals in them glistening in the dark room illuminated by candle light. Without saying a word, he brings her in carefully, staring at her soft face as it contorts to that one of a cryer. With a heavy heart, he brings her in impossibly close to his chest. The second she hits his chest, she breaks down. Sobs rack through her body as he grips her tightly, comfortably, one hand cradling her hand and gently raking his finger on her scalp, her other arm reaching around to hold her torso securely. Her own arms are wrapped around his neck, clinging to his body like her life depended on it, and right now, it did. She knew that sooner or later she would break. The reasons are seemingly endless; getting stuck in a tower with a friend who had betrayed her and manipulated her mind in his own twisted, wicked way, seeing the guard get slain in just a blink of an eye right in front of her, having her own husband pass out from malnourishment once they finally had gotten to see each other again, then to just have him disappear for two consecutive weeks, the list goes on for days, years even, it was basically endless.

Her sobs continue loudly as her body shakes more, Castin gently rocks her back in forth in hopes to sooth his lover. His eyes are closed as a few of his own tears shed at the torture of having to listen to his lover cave in and wail. After a few, he starts whispering sweet nothing quietly into her hair, many of them being ‘I love you’s’ and ‘I’m sorry’s’. He feels as if he’s gonna be the one to start bawling next, the heaviness behind his eyes is undeniably noticeable, but he has to compose himself and be the one there for her in this time of desperation and need.

A long period of time filled with the sounds of crying and weeping and the whispering of loving phrases before her sobs are nothing but the occasional sniffle and hitching of breath as the shaking of her body seethes. His arms stay strapped around her tightly, too scared to let go and she turn to nothing but ashes before him. Her arms loosen their grip on his neck as her slightly shaking fingers to play with the hairs on the nape of his neck. Her tired eyes are closed for the time being, exhausted beyond belief with no help from the melt-down, her body basically turning to mush as she starts relaxing against his lean yet strong body. There’s another elongated pause before she slurs out, “I’m sorry..” He thought his heart couldn’t be wounded more at her words. Why is she apologizing to him? Shouldn’t it be the other way around, him saying his sorry’s to her? Castin shakes his head, careful not to disturb her weak frame.

“There is absolutely no need for you to apologize to me for anything, you hear me? You’ve done nothing wrong at all and I never, ever, wanna hear those words come out of your mouth again, okay?” She nods meekly at his quiet and stern words, even more tears threatening to escape as her emotions go haywire. He must have heard her whimpering sniffle because he gently maneuvers her head to look at him, his hand still grasping her hair.

“I love you more than you understand and I wish I was as good at words as you, my love, though I am not, I want to try for you. I want you to know that I would do anything for you and slay any foul beast not matter how threatening, if it’ll mean you’re safe. I want you to know that you mean more to me than the food to the hungry and the water for the thirsty, I wouldn’t be able to function unless I have you by my side at any day at any given time. I need you to know that you are more precious to me than any of those shiny gems. I need you to know, that I want to be there for you, to need to be there with you. My love for you is ever dying and I will take my last breath for you.” He finishes, his sleepless eyes and almost hoarse voice the kindest she’d ever seen and heard them.

“I love you, Castin, so much.” She managed through her croaking voice, the smile on her face gradually growing once she sees that he too is starting to smile. Even through this sorrowful moment, they know they have each other, no matter the problem and through every solution. One of her hands reach retract to come and lovingly cup his cheek, him closing his eyes and leaning to kiss it once more before tilting his head slightly to the side. The hand still located on the scruff of his neck tightens as she leans in softly to connect their lips. Both their eyes close, hearts now content and healed as they finally seal their continues promise of loving one another for the rest of infinity.

Feel free to comment about what you liked and didn’t like! :)

[carte-blanco]

Thanks to @themonotonysyndrome for Cute headcannon that Castin can play the piano but here me out, here me out

But what if Castin gets back to playing the piano after the incident with the rebels? Like since he's an Intacian Warrior he always has to go right( Following Chapter 4). All those horrible moments waiting for weeks when the rebellion happened. Sleepless Nights without his Baroness. Afraid of losing the one person that sees him fully for everything. And the last thing they did was argue....

Just the weeks even months after the rebellion, watching her sleep filled him with thanks to the Goddess for keeping her safe. Knowing that he could of lost her, that fear bubbling in the base of his mind, reminding him of his mother. Unanswered questions flooding in his mind like the endless grief of being alone.

"What if they took her?"

"What if i wasn't strong enough to protect her?"

"Why did we argue? Why did I yell at her?"

Moving away from the Baroness and out of the bed for something to drink. Anything would do if it would be quiet. Even for a little while. Reaching into the cupboard for Wine, feeling the cold glass against his finger tips. Something to help me sleep for a little while. Something to help me---. Something simmered in the corner of his eye. Something reminisce. A Matte black Piano. A Piano that held the memories of his wife on it. When he first played, sang to her with love that would clear that gray and black sky of the kingdom, he meant every word that floated around her. He meant it. Trailing his hand around the Piano still hearing her soft laughter and those eyes. As he sat down on the seat his fingers shook, stiff maybe even unable. Nervous? No never. Shy? Maybe so. Uncertain?. Yes, very. Grazing the keys, what would I play?. How would I play?. Gently pressing one of the keys Almost afraid to mess up, almost afraid to make things worse, it sang in a high pitch. Another. And another in a deep tone. It was horrid at first, leaving goosebumps on his skin. 'Goddess how long has it been?' He chuckled softly. As his pressed the keys one by one, hitting a few sour notes along the way a soft song surfaced through his hands into the music, echoing throughout the dull kingdom of black and gray. Closing his eyes a song he held behind the walls of fear was released throughout the room. He suddenly felt like he back in the crowded room, on his wedding. But seeing only her eyes and only her. No swords. No blood. No fear. Although he could feel the water flooding behind his eyes. A lump filling at the back of his throat, chin trembling and a soft hand. Opening his wet eyes, seeing those eyes full of love brushing at the tears that overfilled his. And a smile worth a thousand sunrises and every good or bad moment in their lives.

"And I'm gonna love you, like I'm gonna lose you"

[soup-scope]

YALL

DESMOND IS COMING BACK YALL

[mybl0odiedvalentine]

WTF I JUST REALISED THAT DESMOND POSTED THE FULL PREQUEL AUDIO OF CASTIN OMG IM CRYING AND SOBBING

[neptune-cinths]

PLS BRING BACK TSUNDERE STUDENT DESMOND PLSPLSPLSPSLSLSL 😭😭 I MISS HIM S O MUCH YOU DONT GET IT

[themonotonysyndrome]

Hi Ladymonotone

Now that we know that the baroness is pregnant,do you have any head cannons in mind 🤰🏽

Also happy Valentine Day❤️(I don’t know if it‘s Valentine’s every where right now because of time difference in different countries but still I wish everyone a happy Valentine)

Hello, darling Anon! You can just call me 'Lady'; it's cool~

Oh! I have a few, actually! It's been marinating ever since I saw that comment on Desmond's Youtube post! Now, I'm not sure if you're asking for the Baroness as a Listener or my OC, Celica so... we're going with the former!

Pregnancy headcanons with Castin and the Baroness:

Say bye-bye to Castin and the Baroness' sleep schedule because it's gonna be fuck up when she hits the trimester period! The Baroness is gonna be tossing and turning, sleeping in various bedrooms for that perfect spot in the bed just so she can FEEL comfortable. Castin is gonna take it like a champ, though! The servants see a lot of sleepy and blurry-eyed Castin trailing after his wife, and they go from one room to another.

Cravings! Unfortunately, she's gonna be missing a lot of dishes from the Empire. Castin would need to work closely with the chefs in the manor so they could cook something up for her. The Baroness appreciates their efforts, especially when they add a little bit of Intacian flair to every dish. Yum!

Clothings! Well now, the Baroness would have to wear a lot of maternity dresses once her stomach is showing. She's gonna want a lot of looser dresses so she can move easily, and Castin can't wait to cuddle with her all the time! He's gonna get so clingy that the Baroness is gonna demand his men to distract him with training or something dnjndjkgnfd.

We can't forget about the baby's name! Castin and the Baroness will argue back and forth on the perfect name for their child. Never mind that they still don't know the gender of said child 😂 Maybe they're gonna settle it in a series of games? Winners get to choose the name!

Now announcement! I feel like Castin would be so eager to scream it from their balcony that he's gonna be a Daddy soon while an embarrassed Baroness is dragging him back inside. Castin's men is gonna tease him in good nature, each of them is aware how much more protective and possessive their Commander is gonna be. They're gonna have to keep a close eye on the Baroness from a distance for a few months.

Also, we know how much of a workaholic the Baroness is. Hell, people from Steelgate even claimed that she's the 'busiest woman in the world' so Castin is gonna have to gently mind you, GENTLY, wrestle her away from her study room. He'll even go so far as to ask Rhett to stop loading his wife with work, for Goddess' sake brother, can't you see my wife is waddling now!?

Lol, yeah... that's what I get so far! Consider this as my Valentine's Day gift for you!

[audioroleplayconfessions]

Confession:I have a fat crush on Castin hammer.I can’t fall asleep without listening to his voice first.The way he literally risked his life to safe the baroness,the way he always puts her first,the way he protects her,the way he talks with her.the way he said “your gonna watch the tone you take with my wife” to one of his most trusted captains.just everything.If this man was real I would go on my knees for him,I swear.

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[theealluringstoryteller]

Oh to be a gorgeous little book nerd that gets slutted out by her hot warrior husband on the daily cause he can’t seem to bare keeping his hands off her!

[lemoodle]

OMG!! Desmond ASMR posted a new vid… and… it… was… RAHHHHH! Had me cackling and kicking my legs in my car hehehe (probably looked like a crackhead to others but WHO CARES!!!)

Anyways… looking forward to seeing more Castin ✨

[carte-blanco]

Castin for whatever reason there is will open every window in their room or were ever the Baroness goes just to watch her be in the suns ray.