#Father Quart

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Father Quart 32/x The Man From Rome (2022)

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Richard as Father Quart in The Man From Rome.

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Jealousy.

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This head canon post was requested by @sunflwrnsunnieshine Thank you very much, hun. You're very welcome to request head canons with these 9 characters. Just send the request via my ask box, please. This instalment will focus on how all the characters handle jealousy, more precisely, jealousy which involves you, the reader. Enjoy!

GUY OF GISBORNE: Guy does not handle jealousy at all well when it comes to other men flirting with you. He makes his complete and utter distain known to the other man, and even becomes threatening. Most people are scared of Guy, so the men back off as soon as they see his icy glare from across a room. You know that Guy's jealousy comes from a place of insecurity, so you need to remind him regularly that you only have eyes for him.

RAY LEVINE: Ray Levine holds a lot of his emotions inward and will become distant with you if he feels there may be any kind of hint of another man sniffing around you. His answers become clipped and short, and it's up to you to question him thoroughly to see exactly why his mood has changed. However, when you reassure him that you're his, he apologises profusely.

FATHER LORENZO QUART: Father Quart is not a jealous man, but when it comes to you, jealousy is not something he is immune to. He holds it inward and tries his best to push the thoughts away as to not fall into bitterness. You notice his behaviour (of extra glances and sighs when the other man is in the room) and bring it up with him, and he admits that he did feel jealous and apologises, knowing he trusts you implicitly.

THORIN OAKENSHIELD: If Thorin sees another man making advances towards you, you immediately see a change in the Dwarf's demeanour. He becomes quite passive aggressive, giving short answers and appearing a little hostile. But when you get to the bottom of his negative feelings and reassure him with plenty of touch and love-filled words, he apologises to you. He is scared to lose you.

FRANCIS DOLARHYDE: Francis will watch you and the other man, not acting physically on his jealousy. However, he begins mentally plotting ways to harm the man, enjoying the thought of causing pain to him. Francis even admits to you that he had bad thoughts and considered violence, but then begs you to forgive him.

JOHN THORNTON: John Thornton becomes quiet and distant, backing off as soon as he feels in any way threatened by another man sniffing around you. The normally brooding man becomes even more cold toward you, hinting at his jealousy through hints in his words, mentioning the man in conversation. Eventually you sit him down and talk it through with him that nothing will ever happen between you and the other man.

RAYMOND DE MERVILLE: Raymond will not entertain the idea of another man serenading you. In fact, he is quite happy to threaten men and even become violent. Any man who only looks at you for a few seconds too long and they're immediately found on the sharp end of Raymond's sword.

JOHN PORTER: John tries to down play his jealousy and won't talk about it, until you bring it up to him. If he notices you interacting with another man, he will distance himself a little, but you notice him still sneaking glances to see what's going on. Eventually you have to confront John and tell him that he's stupid to think you'd even consider any other man but him as you've fancied him for as long as you've known him.

LUCAS NORTH: Lucas doesn't like to show vulnerability at first, so his jealous behaviour will depend on how long you've been with him and the stage you're at in your relationship. Any initial stage, weeks to a couple of months, and Lucas will try his hardest to not think too much about it. However, the longer you are with him, then the more his jealousy will show. It becomes clipped words, the cold shoulder and icy stares at you and the other man from across a busy room.

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Plus bonus close up...........

Father Quart ~ The Man From Rome

(definitely not seeing him as a priest in this scene lol)

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2023 Armitage Weekly Round-up #19

First off, for those of you not on Twitter, Richard posted some sad news yesterday. John Turner Armitage 1936-2023 We’ll miss you dad but you’re with mum now. Thank you to everyone at @LOROSHospice although he was with you very briefly we’ll always be grateful for your care. 🙏 pic.twitter.com/pLmfexWmHl— Richard Armitage (@RCArmitage) July 14, 2023 This came very unexpected. I remember one of…

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Since I apparently can no longer go near a church or candles without thinking of a certain priest... I'm throwing this to your muse, in case she sparks anything.

My dear @sweetestgbye, thanks for leaving your confession in my ask box. ⛪️ and🕯you say? I hope you'll like what my muse came up with. 💛

Burning Desire

Fandom: The Man from Rome

Relationship: Father Quart x OC Lucia

Warnings: 18+

The wax is warm and soft under her fingertips, and Lucia gently squeezes the top of the candle. The edge bows to her will and collapses in the already melted wax. She smiles as the flame seems to take a deep breath and then returns to its original shape.

”You should not play with candles.” A dark and slightly intimidating voice, coming from behind, sends a shiver down her spine. She can tell the man is standing close to her—too close to be considered a coincidence. ”You might get burned.”

Lucia doesn't have to look over her shoulder, she knows the deep, alluring voice belongs to the man she spent over an hour to both seduce and ignore at the same time.

The church was packed when she finally found a spot for herself, and when she looked out over the ocean of faces, she instantly noticed him. A bit taller than the people seated next to him, he really stood out from the crowd. Not only by his looks, even if he is incredibly handsome, but an unusual calmness appeared to surround him. The enigmatic man was seated a few pews behind her, and every time she turned her head, their gazes met. When she tried to focus on the choir and the beautiful Christmas songs that seemed to float through the air, she could feel his piercing gaze burning the skin on her neck. Her long, blond hair was arranged in a messy bun, leaving her neck fully exposed. When she made her scarf slip on purpose, she instinctively knew he took notice. And she loved it.

She squeezes the candle again, and this time the melted wax drips down the length of the slim candle. With great fascination, Lucia watches how a beautiful pattern takes form, but eventually, the heavy candlestick stops the wax from continuing its journey.

”I don’t mind the heat from the wax, it can be controlled.” The words slip from her, and she bites her lower lip. Why did she say that? Lucia moves her fingers to the slightly taller candle, second in line at the altar. She repeats her small assault on the new candle, but as it starts to give in, she doesn’t remove her hand. The warm wax slowly drips over her fingers, but she doesn’t flinch nor withdraw. Instead, she closes her eyes and breathes through her nose. It’s hot, yet not unbearable, but the smell from the burning candles is abruptly replaced by an unfamiliar, musky scent that makes her knees weak. Suddenly a large hand clasps around her wrist and pulls her fingers away from the candle. She spins around and meets the man’s cerulean stare.

”Inflicting pain on yourself is a sin.” If he spoke louder, his voice would roll between the stone walls in the church like thunder, but now, as he speaks in a hushed tone, his words find their way under her skin and make her heart beat faster. The man is much taller than she expected, and he towers over her as he gazes down at her hand. His hair is dark, kissed by age at his temples, and in his stubble she can read the traces of experience and sacrifice. He wears a dark suit, an aegean shirt, and around his neck—the evidence of his calling—a white clergy collar. Lucia swallows hard; he looks even more handsome up close.

”Is it still considered a sin if I ask someone else to inflict pain upon my skin?” she whispers, too overwhelmed by his appearance to be able to command her tone.

”It depends,” his voice drops even lower, and it makes her tremble. ”Is the pain for penance, or simply your own satisfaction?” Lucia gasps at his words. Who is this man? He is not a usual priest, and something in his eyes reveals that he has seen far more than the average man. And yet she can’t deny it; the quite intriguing look in his eyes gives her a thrill unlike anything she has ever felt.

”Both,” she lowers her gaze but registers the change in his eyes. A storm is approaching, and she's without shelter. Against his demeanor, she stands defenseless. She should have known; she felt the raw attraction when seated in the pew, and now, as he exposes his true self, Lucia is struggling to keep her feelings under control.

”Why these candles?” His voice is sharp, but she senses a curious question behind the scolding tone.

Lucia lets her gaze fall back on the candles standing on the altar. They flicker as a result of her disobedience.

”They are beautiful.” Her answer is simple—too simple to be the whole truth. She didn’t expect to have this conversation, at least not here, so soon, and she is not yet ready to reveal the real reason behind her act. ”And I like to push my limits.” Her last words are only a soft whisper, even if the last visitors left the old church a while ago.

”That can be done in many other ways.” His remark surprises her, and she turns to face him again.

”I know.”

A long pause follows, questions lurking in the silence between them, and Lucia perceives how she’s physically drawn to the man, as if he’s the strongest magnet and she a thin needle.

”How long has it been since your last confession?” Another surprising question, and she lowers her gaze, slightly embarrassed.

”Too long I assume,” Lucia mumbles. It’s the truth. She was raised catholic, but as an adult, she struggles to feel included. Still, she enjoys visiting church, but when she does, it’s mainly for the music and the possibility to admire the grand architecture and the paintings.

”So it’s pleasure you’re seeking then, not penance.” Something in his words ignites her inner fire, and she lets out an involuntary, longing sigh.

”May I ask your name?” She can hear her own voice tremble slightly.

”Quart.” His reply is instant and harsh, like the crack from a whip being wielded in the air.

”Tell me, Father, why are you asking me all this? What are you seeking?”

Father Quart ponders over her question; he’s not really sure himself. Recently he has questioned his choice in life. The sometimes shady work he does for the Vatican comes with a high price. He knows Monsignor Spada expects him to carry on, but there are many nights when Father Quart dreams of another life. A life without a vow of celibacy.

The woman before him is beautiful, yet something tells him she might not realize it. She is almost a head shorter, with a golden glow in her blond hair, which reminds him of a burning match. Her neck is long, and her skin pale. But it’s not her features he finds irresistible; it’s the depth of her eyes. She’s a seeker, but not only for spiritual guidance.

Without even thinking of it, Father Quart lifts his hand and strokes the collar around his neck. For some reason, it feels heavier now than it did when the sun broke free from the night, but not even the smallest muscle in his face reveals his inner struggle as he speaks. ”I have found my place.”

Lucia watches him in silence and nods. It makes sense to her, but she can’t shake away the feeling of a growing bond between them—unspoken yet undeniable.

”My name is Lucia,” she then says and smiles warmly at him.

Father Quart smiles back, but it’s a restrained smile, forced upon his lips, for her mouth moves sensually when she speaks, and he can’t hinder his own thoughts. In fact, he doesn’t want to. He watches her hand, the one he pulled from the candle, as she reaches out and strokes the altar.

Lucia looks around in the empty church and back at the man she now knows as Quart. Father Quart, she corrects herself.

”Will you hear my confession, Father?” Her voice is once again only a seductive whisper.

Father Quart closes his eyes briefly to gather his thoughts. It has been a long time since he helped a parishioner in confession, but he can’t refuse. When he opens his eyes, she looks straight at him with an expression he has not seen in many years.

”If that is your wish.”

She smiles and makes the sign of a cross. ”Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It’s been so long since my last confession, I can’t even remember when it was.”

Father Quart chooses to stay silent and allows Lucia to find her own pace. Soon, a stream of words start falling from her lips, spoken calmly and detailed. She doesn’t hold back when she explains her lust and desire. How she needs a man who can satisfy all her needs. Father Quart remains silent and listens to how she carefully changes her focus toward the candles, the melted wax—and the altar. Her admiration for their beauty becomes very clear to him, and the strange feelings they awake in her. She doesn’t have to say it out loud. He can still read the forbidden fantasy in her eyes; Lucia, lying naked on the cold altar with a man standing beside her and painting her body with dripping, warm wax. And Father Quart has a good understanding of who that man should be. Then she falls silent, as if lost in her own thoughts. He waits, but when she neither continues nor ends her confession, Father Quart decides to speak.

”Lucia, your confession doesn’t sound like you’re truly regretting your thoughts.”

She doesn’t respond, but a sweet blush caresses her cheekbones, and Father Quart notices the smallest shift in her eyes. He recognizes that look—guilt—and it only confirms his suspicions. ”I don’t think it's the Lord’s forgiveness you want, so what is it? Why are you telling me this?”

She captures his gaze and holds it steadily. ”Can’t you feel it? Or are you just too afraid to acknowledge it?”

Father Quart knows exactly what she’s talking about, for it has been on his mind ever since he grabbed her hand. Her soft skin against his was enough to wake his desire. He’s drawn to her, a powerful attraction—yes—but also on a deeper level. He senses they are more alike than he’s comfortable with. Her needs mirror his own, only he has spent years suppressing his carnal lust. He takes her hand in his and holds it closer to the candle. No red marks or traces of wax can be seen on her delicate fingers, and Lucia is standing completely still, as if waiting for something. At that moment, Father Quart realizes he wants to see the melted wax drip down on her again. And he yearns to see those beautiful eyes in front of him burn with passion.

”You want me to do this to you, don’t you?” His voice grows thick when he meets her gaze, and the strong need in her eyes almost makes him lose control. Almost.

”Yes,” she breathes. ”More than anything.”

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New promotional image of Richard Armitage in The Man from Rome from the Aus/NZ distributor of the film, Defiant Screen Entertainment

The Man from Rome is out now to buy on DVD/digital in Australia & NZ - sadly no theatre release

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😍🔥🔥🔥😈 @lathalea I…. 🤭

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Richard Armitage as Father Quart in The Man from Rome (2022) dir. Sergio Dow

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Father Quart 31/x The Man From Rome (2022)

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Richard as Father Quart in The Man From Rome.

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New Year's Kiss.

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Comments/Notes/Housekeeping: Thank you to everyone who reblogged and commented on my last of the RA Character Headcanon Series. I appreciate it very much. I know I sound like a broken record, but please do consider a reblog if you like a post, and if you wish to be added on to my tag lists, please let me know. You are also very welcome to request head canons as well, so I can continue on with this series and open it up to a lot more scenarios.

This head canon post was requested by @sweetestgbye Thank you very much, hun. You're very welcome to request head canons with these 9 characters. Just send the request via my ask box, please. This instalment will focus on how all the characters handle a New Year kiss more precisely, a kiss which involves you, the reader. Enjoy!

GUY OF GISBORNE: Guy takes you to a secluded area, wanting to get you out of the way of everyone. He takes your hand and begins talking about new beginnings and asks if you'll begin a new adventure with him. Then the two of you kiss beneath the stars.

RAY LEVINE: Ray is nervous as hell around you. He's liked you for as long as he's known you. The two of you are at his flat, watching the countdown on TV, and as it happens and the party-goers on the screen start screaming "HAPPY NEW YEAR!" you think to yourself, "Fuck it" and pull Ray in for a kiss.

FATHER LORENZO QUART: New Year means very little to Father Quart. It's just another day of the week for him, but he knows you love celebrating the change of the year. He breaks open a bottle of champagne and just as the clock strikes midnight, you clink your glasses together and lean in for a kiss.

THORIN OAKENSHIELD: The Dwarves know how to party and as midnight begins to roll around quickly, you and Thorin notice that there are fewer Dwarves still standing, and even less sober. But when the moment arrives, you realise how Dis and Dwalin have purposefully moved you both closer together, manoeuvring you across the hall, until you cannot escape that New Year kiss. Thorin knows the tradition and with flushed cheeks, he offers you a sign of his intention to court you.

FRANCIS DOLARHYDE: Francis spends the evening with you as he lives alone. You've invited him to your apartment to see in the New Year and, as you stand in your garden and the fireworks begin to soar into the sky and burst open in an array of colours, you place a gentle kiss on Francis' lips.

JOHN THORNTON: The two of you are at a large gathering of people whom your families know, as friends and business partners. It's getting closer to midnight and John knows he wishes to kiss you, just not in front of all these people. At a minute before midnight, he checks his pocket watch and asks you to accompany him to his balcony, and there as the local clock strikes midnight, he offers you a kiss.

RAYMOND DE MERVILLE: Raymond has no interest in the changing of the years and seasons. But when the two of you are at his father's annual feast, which welcomes in the change of the year, you go to him and kiss him with no warning. He scowls at you at first, wanting to know what the kiss was for. But as you smile at him, he can't help but reciprocate that smile.

JOHN PORTER: John has had enough of partying in his younger years and wants to spend a quiet night in front of the TV. So he invites you over, his colleague. You're excited for the night ahead; the two of you have fancied each other for months. And as Big Ben chimes 12 on the TV, John sees his chance and sweeps you into a kiss.

LUCAS NORTH: The two of you go for a drink after work together. Lucas has been invited to a work party with some of his colleagues who aren't on call, but he's made an excuse, just so he can be with you instead. The two of you are close friends, and after your drink, the two of you walk together, not realising the time. Fireworks begin to bang in the distance. Lucas stops. You stop. He smiles, and then cups your cheek, drawing you into a kiss.

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Am I looking at this beautiful piece of art and daydreaming instead of working? Yep! 😍🥺❤️😈

My first commission! My darling @linasofia and her beloved Father Quart 💙

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Yummy priest in sunnies 😍

[linasofia]

(I hope you don't mind me sending this to you. Please use it however you'd like; a fic, head canon post, or even just a talk about how you think things would go)

It's Christmas Eve and Father Quart is running the Midnight Mass service. What happens when he finally gets home to you?

Thanks @fizzyxcustard for dropping this in my ask box. I hope you’ll like it. Merry Christmas! ❤️

The snow crunches under his weight as he walks the short distance to your little cottage. Father Quart left church in a haste after Midnight Mass and forgot to change into his heavier winter boots. The well-polished shoes he wears for church are not the best choice for slippery winter roads, but he manages to get to your front door without any misadventures. When he knocks on the door, the sound is muffled by his thick gloves but he knows you will hear it anyway. He’s expected. Longed for, even.

You open the door with a warm smile. Seeing the man who earned the key to your heart always brings joy and gratefulness to your chest. He’s your guardian light, your evening star and your heart’s compass. You, in return, are his safe haven when he doubts, his small piece of heaven, and the woman who made him realize that he has room for more than the Lord in his heart. Your secret relationship is not easy for either of you, but you have both agreed that what you share is worth the effort.

You allow Lorenzo to take off his winter coat before you throw your arms around his neck. He hugs you tightly back, and you lose yourself in his smell. The cologne he put on this morning still lingers on his skin, and you rest your nose against his neck while you give him a gentle kiss on his stubbled jaw. He cups your cheek and returns the affection, his kiss deep and sensual.

”Are you tired? I made tea if you want some.” You ask when he releases you from his embrace.

”Not really tired and I’d love to have tea with you.” Your thoughtfulness is one of the first things he noticed about you, and he appreciates your attempts to make your life together as normal as it can be. ”How are you feeling now?”

For the last couple of days your sore throat has been bothering you, but this morning you finally felt better. You chose to not attend Midnight Mass, even if you have looked forward to it for a long time, since you don’t want to risk ruining the holidays for other people by giving them a cold. Lorenzo, however, refused to stay away from you.

”I feel much better, I think it’s finally over.”

He gives you a kiss on your forehead. ”That’s the best Christmas present.” Then he looks down at your tights and oversized knitted sweater and smiles warmly. With a swift move, he pulls off his jacket. ”I’ll go and put on something else.”

You head for the kettle in the kitchen, and Lorenzo goes to your bedroom. He has his own drawer where he keeps some clothes and underwear. As you fill the mugs, you hear him pull out the drawer and go through his choices. While you’re seated on your sofa, he finally joins you, wearing grey sweatpants and a navy t-shirt. If you didn’t know, he would never be taken for a priest in this outfit. The t-shirt hugs his broad shoulders in a very flattering way and his sweatpants, well, you could probably write a poem about how well they fit him.

The tea with Christmas spices smells lovely but the steam rising from the mugs is a silent warning to be careful. You hand Lorenzo a gingerbread, and he takes it with a smirk. ”Are you feeding me cookies so I will be good to you tonight?”

You let out a short laugh. He looks playful, but you know what he means, and just the thought of him teasing every part of your sensitive body until you almost lose your senses, is enough to make your skin heat up.

”Maybe,” you wink at him as he takes a bite. You have already had a few—the baker needs to approve, right? But you take one more. It’s Christmas after all.

The open fire spreads its warm light over your living room, and you look around, pleased with how your decorations turned out. The tree with its baubles and the beautiful star at the top, the white mittens you use instead of socks and fill with green twigs. Your eyes fall on your newest addition, the small but very cute Yule goat you bought a week ago at the local market. He stands guard next to the little pile of carefully wrapped Christmas gifts. Lorenzo gently puts his arm around your shoulder and holds you close. He snuggles your hair and hums when you place your hand on his chest. Your living room breathes calmness; the only sounds are the ones coming from the open fire.

When you reach for your tea, Lorenzo lovingly strokes your back. The tea has cooled enough to be drinkable, and after you taste the first sip, you make a mental note to buy more of the wonderful blend. It’s flavored with oranges and cinnamon, and together with the gingerbread, it can’t taste more like Christmas. You wish time would stop so the two of you could stay like this forever. But all the preparations finally claim your energy, and you yawn.

”It’s getting late.” Lorenzo murmurs against your hair. ”I better eat one more cookie before I take you to bed, so I can be really good to you.” His voice holds the most delicious promise, and you know you will not fall asleep unsatisfied tonight.

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