Forever And Ever

“Forever and Ever”

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

Pairing: Castin Hammer x f!reader

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! :)

“Need you now”

Summary: The Tornado Wranglers weren’t known for staying in one place for longer than a few days; too many storms to chase, fans to see, family’s to help. It required constant movement and you knew that, but it was never easy for you or Tyler.

Pairing: Tyler Owen’s x f!reader

A/N: Funny story about this fic, I actually based it on my grandma and late grandpa. It makes me so teary eyed every time she tells me the story but I love it sm😭. I’m not even gonna lie, I didn’t really know if I wanted to post this cuz it just…felt like it didn’t turn out right. Feel free to listen to the song while reading, it’s “Need You Now” by Lady A. Not proofread, per usual. But I hope you guys like it!

“Picture perfect memories, scattered all around the floor

Reaching for the phone, 'cause I can't fight it any more

And I wonder if I ever cross your mind

For me, it happens all the time”

You knew what you were getting yourself into when you started dating Tyler Owen’s; a famous YouTuber, Tornado Wrangler, and an overall state superstar and hero, but nothing prepared you for all this. The waiting, the longing, the empty bed side, the constant anxiety that maybe today was the day he wouldn’t come home from a chase, it was all awful.

And here you were again, laying in bed alone, tucked in the shriveled up covers and blankets staring blankly at the brain dead tv show with nothing but numbness. It’s been 2 weeks since you’ve last seen and heard from Tyler, with every passing day you miss the toothy grin, his warm, strong embrace. You miss it all. It’s like they say; you never know how much something means to you until it’s gone, and right now, you couldn’t miss him more.

Too busy caught up in your thoughts, you barely process the blaring sound of your cell phone going off. Someone was calling you. In a slumped up ball of blankets, you lazily pick up the phone and glance at the caller ID, not expecting the man you missed most to be the face you see. A wave of emotion hits you at the photo. It was a selfie of the two of you cuddled up in the gleaming sunlight by the bed of a lake. Clothes damp and hair wet, you both decided to bask in the blaring sunbeams as a way to dry off and stay warm.

As hastily is possible, you hit the green accept button. With shaking hands and a wobbly smile, you bring it up to your ear, not even registering the sweet muffled melody coming through the other end.

“Oh my god, Tyler,” you blurt, voice nearly scratchy, “God, I’ve missed you so much…I-“ It’s only when you stop to take a breath that you hear it.

“It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now

Said I wouldn't call, but I've lost all control and I need you now

And I don't know how I can do without, I just need you now,”

As you feel your throat close up and eyes brim with tears, you stay silent. In your blindness to hear Tyler’s voice again, you completely missed the pianos intro, deaf to the lyrics all together. But once you hear the chorus, you melt away. The once welled up tears cascade down your cheeks like a broken dam; no matter how many you wipe away they keep falling. The swelling of your chest becomes nearly painful, trying to hold back the choked sobs that threaten to escape, but it’s a lost cause.

In one last hope, you put the phone on speaker and bring your legs up to your chest, burying your head between your knees as one of your hands holds the cell up. Just as you do, a blubbering whimper travels from your throat as a sob follows it soon after. As the song continues to flow around the room, the quiet but definite wails carry on, an unstoppable sound that breaks Tyler’s heart through the staticky reception of the call.

Minutes pass by as your weeping slows to small sniffles, eyes closed as you focus on the last remaining lyrical bits of the song.

“Guess I'd rather hurt than feel nothin' at all,”

You don’t trust yourself to speak, the emotions still raw and twirling in your mind, a powerful force that only one person can tame.

“Hey baby...”

You nearly burst into another onslaught of tears at the sound of his voice. It’s quiet and nearly as syrupy as your own, and unbeknownst to you, Tyler had too, lost himself at the sound of you. How could he not? With every twister he went through, he always thought one thing; What if doesn’t come home? What if this is the one that finally takes the Tornado Wrangler down, leaving you with nothing to mourn over. The thought alone gave him goosebumps.

“Tyler..” you whimper, chest swelling at the relief of hearing him once again.

“I don’t even know how to start tellin’ you how nice it is to hear your voice again…god I’ve missed you, sweetheart,” With a smile, you repeat back.

“I’ve missed you too, Tyler…I miss you being here with me..” If you close your eyes tight enough, you can really picture him here with you. His breath winding down your neck as his stubble pricks the side of your face. The smell of his cologne mixing in with the scent of your perfume. Listening closely, you hear shuffling then a deep breath, before he finally speaks,

“I’m coming home soon, baby, I promise you I am.”

“I just need you now,

Oh, baby, I need you now.”

Three posts in one day?!? A new record for me. Lmfao I actually wrote this one today and had a crisis if I wanted to post it or not. I know this song is about heartbreak and wanting someone back after they’ve left…but I wanted to try and make it about longing, like the story my grandma always tells me. I hope you guys like this fic! I honestly might rewrite it on a later date, but I was kinda texting the waters with it. As always, comment if you liked or disliked something, inbox is still open!

Any hc’s for Scott (twisters) who is only not an asshole when he’s around his s/o? Others see him being sweet to her and are like wtf why can’t be be that nice to us 🥲

No cause I’ve also been obsessed with that idea of him for so long, ahhh. He seems like such a “I care about you and you only” kinda guy and it just fuels my obsession

A/N: this is my first time ever writing anything like head canons so if it’s goofy I apologize in advance. Not proofread as usual. Also I really hope it was anything like you expected 😭. But anyway, enjoy!

Scott Miller Headcanons

Right off the bat, I think we can all agree talking is not one of Scott’s strong suits. The only times he really talks is when he’s proposing ideas to Riggs and Javi about potential deals. So when the team finds him willingly chatting with you after a day of collecting data, they all just short circuit.

Like hello?? Are they dreaming??? Wtf going on???? Like out of everybody to talk to you choose him??? And they’re not even mad they’re just..they have no clue what to think, they’ve never seen him look so at ease before lmao. There’s no permanent scowl on his face or anything, just his baritone voice mixing with your own. Ngl it creeped them out at first, they really thought the world was ending that night.

Javi’s the first to really notice the changes in Scotts demeanor around you; the quick glances, the ever so slight smiles, and even the smallest touches like his thumb rubbing over the back of your hand when he’s giving a speech, he’s seen it all.

Speaking of, I just know that Scott’s love language has got to be either words of affirmation or physical touch. He loves hearing you tell him how much he matters to you, or how you remember small things about him, it just makes him smile. For him being a not very vocal person, it’s hard for him to tell you straight up how much he cares for you. It doesn’t even have to be gentle or meaningful words, making witty comebacks to his sarcastic remarks is always enough for him.

But his way of expressing his affection is through small touches. Standing close enough to you where you can smell his cologne, brushes of his fingers to your waist or hand, overall just standing close to you. (Now that I think abt it, that’s a looot more like quality time but whatever☺️)

Anyway, back on topic cuz I’m too easily distracted. The crew really tried their hardest to get Scott to even be remotely nice to them after that. I mean if he was nice to you then he could be nice to them right? Can’t be that hard. Boy oh boy were they wrong…they literally did everything in their power. They bought him coffees on early mornings, made sure he has the nicest, or as nice as they could be, bed sheets at motels, volunteered to do his dirty work of pages and pages of paperwork, but literally nothing worked. All they ever got were blank stared nods or a grumbled ‘thanks.’ At this point they were flabbergasted. How could you get that cocky bastard to even glance at you?? Nevertheless smile at you?

They have up like 5 days after trying lmfao, it was utterly useless to try and make that man any less brooding then he is. After trying through, they realized that all their attempts didn’t go completely wasted.

Scott brought you hot drinks on the chilly nights and morning as you two sat together in the crappy hotel rooms. Stopped smacking his gum whenever you side-eyed him a little too hard, much to everyone’s relief. Always walked you to your room after a late night to make sure you got there safe.

As much as they hated how self centered and blunt Scott was, they all secretly knew how love drunk he was about you. (Don’t bring it up to him, but they’re all secretly jealous they dont get any kind of special treatment

First head canon ask!! I do not think I did very good at it though💀💀. I had ideas in my head but they were not coming out the way I ask. But I hoped you at least liked some of it! I promise to write a better one in the future!

And as always, feel free to comment about anything you liked or didn’t like. Inbox is always open to more ideas! <3

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