#it’s giving caius

[transsexualcoriolanus]

i'm not saying coriolanus is actually transgender but. he is so trans. i mean

performs traditional masculinity to an extreme degree through his devotion to war and inability to show any emotion but anger. desperation to be seen as a "real man"

that but specifically about his relationship with volumnia. her love for him is completely conditional and she only accepts him as a man and as her son because of his fighting skill (stereotypical masculinity)

unable to function in society. comfortable in war, when he is a soldier and nothing else, but deeply uncomfortable when trying to just be a person

hates being talked about or even perceived: "I would they would forget me"

strong disregard for social norms, tradition and "custom"

lack of bodily autonomy. the way others demand to see his scars out of morbid curiosity as if his body is theirs

the way he is so deeply uncomfortable when this is demanded of him, and incredibly guarded and private about his body

deep admiration and envy of another man who epitomises traditional masculinity

emasculating terms used to insult him: "our general himself makes a mistress of him", "boy of tears"

[nebulousfishgills]

I had hoped that I'd be able to post this after the campaign/run was completed, but stupidly perhaps I decided to call it a night right in the final stretch of the game on Wednesday night and Patch 7 dropped that next morning. Given that my mods are currently largely inaccessible until they update and I can get my mod manager back up and running, I'll just post this now and update it if/when I get my stuff back.

The source of my joy for the past week or so has been using that Alicent face preset I posted about a while ago, and boys...

I'm so serious when I say this is probably the closest I'll ever get to seeing Emily with her own face running around doing Emily-Accurate things. The sheer and total glee I got from doing this run was like pure dopamine running through me.

Like LOOK AT MY GORGEOUS, BELOVED GIRL

And, of course, it made these moments ten times better, too.

I can never really settle on one hair preset that works for Caius because I think a lot of them do, but the fact that Henry's hair was one I didn't even mod in and was just perfect makes it even better. Again, the white doublet and black belt was me having a giggle. Plus those necklaces in Basket Full of Equipment are about as close as I'll get to the Volturi pendants and I think it just ties everything together.

I'm at the mercy of mod makers (All the love and joys to them, honestly, I hope every mod maker's pillows are cold on both sides and that their skin clears for the service they do) and mantiiiss my beloved you've done me a great service, you COOKED with that Alicent preset (no pun intended). I may be a little bit impatient about you updating your masterpieces for Patch 7 but please, take all the time you need, we love you dearly.

Although I will say that if/when some dear, amazing soul creates a face preset for Jamie, it is absolutely OVER for you bitches, I'll become too powerful. Cause homie, this isn't exact by any stretch, but even when it's close, it looks pretty good.

Of course, I realized WAY too late into this run that in order to reach my peak game experience (face presets aside), I need to mod Gale to look like Eddie and then multiclass him into a bard. The sheer power would be astronomical... so I guess I have to do another run with Emily oh nooooo....

[wakeofvultures]

(Quote Under the Cut)

“I hate you all,” said Mercymorn passionately. “I have hated you for millennia ... except you, my lord.”

“Thanks,” said God.

“I merely want to put you in a jail,” said his Lyctor, now meditative, “and fill up the jail with acid once for every time you made a frivolous remark, or ate peanuts in a Cohort Admiralty meeting, or said, ‘What would I know, I’m only God.’ Then at the end of a thousand years, you would say, ‘Mercy, I have learned not to do any of these things, because I hated the acid you put on me.’ And I would say, ‘That is why I did it, Lord. I did it for you, and for your empire.’ I often think about this,” she finished

(Harrow the Ninth, Chapter 36)

[dangoulains-devotion]

grips you by the shoulders

give FFXIII a chance

as much as I adore the game I will accept the gameplay isn't for everyone

but the story is so worth it

[doorianpavus]

V O L T U R I (the redeux) An R rated adaption

Cody Fern as Caius

[felixschokehold]

If I were to hypothetically open requests for one shots/imagines for the Volturi, would anyone be interested?

I am a little apprehensive of how well I can write them, but I would like to give it a try. I tend to write on the longer side but wouldn't mind trying out shorter stories. I also... don't know if I want to write straight smut and post it directly to my blog, but I might.

Note: I will not write for Alec or Jane as they are minors, unless it is a platonic mate situation. Edit: I will consider writing for the twins if the AU is they're 16+, and no smut.

[denizenhardwick]

what do you mean caius and tanith are fraternal twins who live in a secret castle in scotland. two nickels moment.

[thcdoomed]

Such extraordinary circumstances and strange times they found themselves in, they found each other in, and through it all their bond only grows stronger. At this rate, the only thing that could tear them apart is the chill of the grave. And yet, they are both too determined to live for that to happen any time soon. Dronia couldn't lose another love that way, not this soon.

She lets Karlach guide her hand, smiling softly as it comes to rest between her breasts, over long-since healed scar tissue. The warmest part of her body, just above the engine her heart.

"No rest for the conscripted." She says, because she could never see Karlach as wicked, not in a million years. No, she saw a fierce survivor, unwilling to let death or damnation claim her forever. She has so much admiration for Karlach, few could endure what she had and still come out shining like the stars in the sky. "I would never let that happen, love. We're in this until the end, free from those who would try to crush us." She splays her fingers out, covering the whole of the glow in her chest like a blanket.

"So much. An endless font of infectious optimism and a quick wit. He was the heart of the group, everyone liked him within minutes of meeting him. He had that kind of personality, bright as the sun and twice as warm. Winter Dale adopted him as if he were a native son." She closes her eyes, picturing his smile and the warmth in his kind eyes, pulling the necklace out from under her tunic, a ring hanging from it. His ring. "I'm glad you don't feel weird about me talking about him. I don't think I've ever given myself the chance to properly grieve."

karlach really could just do this all day and never once get bored or tired of it. except maybe ... when she got hungry , otherwise , having a relationship like this is something she so sorely craved. she still found it with some ugly little tadpoles in their head , apocalyptic activities , and dhampirism. if it can even start during all that , it'll fucking last. REAL LONG .

karlach's hand reaches up , fingers wrapping around dronia's wrist and squeezing back for a second until she drags that hand to her chest , tucking those fingers underneath the loose undershirt to where dronia's hand is resting over her heart.

" i'd like to think there's a choice for everything , but sometimes i truly believe if i just decided to end myself to get away from zariel and avernus ... she wouldn't have even let me accomplish that. i'm never going to be somebody's pet again , i know that much is true. " karlach's soft voice wasn't even necessarily strained or sad ... it was just tired.

" do we have a lot in common? "

[borom1r]

look there are definitely problems with broad portrayals of Aro/Carlisle but I do think it would be absolutely hilarious if there was like. a vampires-mate-for-life thing until Aro and Carlisle decided to pull a Henry VIII

[blood-teeth]

"...and, at the end of it all, this is the truth of you. The truth of your ruinous, shaky hands. The truth of you whole, de-fleshed, flayed. Your bones are harbingers, your fingers methods of decay. You are the mouthpiece for death. You remember the Bhagavad Gita and I am become death, destroyer of worlds. Look at me, you say, I am Time itself, and I must one day destroy your world as I have always done. 

In the light of a long dead star, the last astronaut wakes up. After six decades, the worst has come to pass. The earth is dead, the sun has gone, and the mission to find a new, viable home has failed. There are no more horizons for humanity.

This Grave Calls You Home is a sci-fi thriller set in space after humanity is forced to leave Earth's ravaged surface following nuclear devastation and an environmental collapse. You play as an ER nurse aboard the NEW HORIZON, an immense space station courtesy of THE COALITION OF THE LAST FRONTIER. This colossal facility, a self-contained city in orbit, houses the remnants of humanity. And it is here that your days pass in monotony, caring for the irradiated people born from Earth and the critically ill, trying your best to survive the relentless demands of the Emergency Room and your own deteriorating mental health. When a patrol flagship discovers the ARCADIA-II - a long-forgotten relic from humanity's past - and finds within slumbers an astronaut who had failed at delivering humanity from destruction, the routine of your life is throughly interrupted. As the mystery of the ARCADIA-II and PROJECT ODYSSEY unfold, you learn that your part in this could mean humanity's salvation.

Or you could be its extinction.

YOU WILL LIKE THIS IF YOU LIKE: - INTERSTELLAR - THE LOCKED TOMB SERIES - BLADERUNNER - HEAVEN WILL BE MINE - TIME TRAVEL AND TIME LOOPS - GHOST STATION - ALIEN

THE LAST ASTRONAUT(M/F 25)- ALEX STERN "...my love, i no longer know what it is to be warm." The lone ranger, the last star. The failure of deliverance. Feel their breath against yours, cup their ribcage into your hands to feel the long, dead beat of their heart. You know them, you know them. You swear you do.

THE SCIENTIST (F 23) - OPHELIA VALDEZ "...in the wake of dawn," she says, "it has only ever been you." The General's daughter and the brightest mind the world has ever seen. You brush your fingers along the bone of her brow and marvel at her atoms meeting yours. maybe science is religion, you think. maybe you will bend and lick and worship her taste on your mouth.

THE ENGINEER (THEY/THEM 24) - PUCK GOODFELLOW "is that your real name?" "no," they smile. "nothing has ever been mine own. i belong to you. give me a new name. give me a new life. i am yours." The scent of engine oil and gritted teeth. Place your mouth against their neck and taste the blood of a covenant past. They hold you in their palms; you feel the promise of something greater, something before.

THE BOTANIST (M/F 25) - CAIA / CAIUS CAIN "i am no good at words. i'm good in the dirt and the roots and the trees. darling, you've been in everything i touch." the cool touch of water, liberation at their smile. Take the bite and know what it means to become. Dig your hands deep, deep in the earth and feel what it means to love.

THE MAJOR (TRANS M 27) - JONATHAN STERN "i have given my life to duty, to sacrifice, to obligation. i wish to give it to you, now, instead. it has been an honor serving you." A past marked by violence made by hands meant to touch. To soothe. He holds you tight against his chest and if you close your eyes you can still smell the smoke. He holds you like an apology. Like a prayer.

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[thcdoomed]

What fragile things some strong people are. An exterior of stone, but the insides crack and crumble, falling to shambles while anyone looking on is none the wiser. A facade, a lie. Be it by omission or not, the put-together leader she presented was a lie all-along. Beneath everything was a scared girl who was left alone in a world that would eat even the strongest men alive. Left to brave the world's coldness with little but a prayer and vengeance eating away at her heart. Maybe a lesser person would have given up by now, maybe she should have. But just beyond the warmth of the bath before her and the kindly purple-clad wizard who kept her company in this dark hour were the friends she had come to make. Friends who, in many ways, were family. Were all she had. Patches in the deep cracks inside her.

But grief will always eat at her, it is something only time will heal, and time is not something that is on their side these days.

She's grateful, though, for all of them. For their support and their belief in her, even if they had no idea that her heart bled and wept and seized in her chest when she laid her head to rest when there was nothing else to distract her from her thoughts. She's grateful for Gale's exceptional kindness right now, when he had every right to spurn her for nearly attacking him.

She laughs, but there is no joy in it, it's too quick, too curt for that. "Demasc took that from me too. I no longer breathe unless I force it. It's proven incredibly beneficial in my archery, and little else." Her eyes squeeze shut, trying not to think about how inhuman she feels. But he's right, she gets in, feeling the warmth of the water lap at soiled skin. It's almost a shock at first, but she quickly adjusts. "When life stops throwing everything on us at once, I'll rest."

Her mind is still reeling though, visions of death and loss still dancing in her head. They were more vivid than usual and she feels herself sinking in the water to push them out. Even now, even with the truth out there, she works to force the grieving back. She can't allow herself to drown in the emotions and she can't drown in this water, but she can submerge herself so thoroughly that she doesn't want nor need to come back up for air right away. Perhaps it is the guilt of surviving clawing at her insides. The thought that she should have died with the rest of them. Why her? Why did she live with this burden? But she's still here, and no matter the hurt, she doesn't want to die. She wants to survive.

She wants to gut the bastard that did this.

Hearing the soft muffle of his voice from above the water, she pulls her head back up, blood rinsing from her flesh as she reemerged. "I was the fortunate one. He pulled me out of my shell. I would have been content to be a forest hermit, only socializing when I guided people through the woods and mountain pass. Love was the furthest thing from my mind. But he hired me to lead his group of adventurers to safety in the Spiderhaunt, and there was something about him, his charm, his smile," she pauses, her voice caught between grief and fondness, "his stupid, stupid jokes. You all would have loved him. A scoundrel with a good heart." It was something he would say of himself. Claiming to be a troublemaker when he always chose to do good deeds.

If she's not careful, she'll break down right here in this bath of delightful scented oils.

"I don't think he knows I survived. That's the worst part, I was a means to get to Caius. He thought he had killed me in front of him. I was nothing to him. But he won't find me, I will find him, and I will raise my own army against him and I will take from him everything he took from me and then some." There is a dark determination in her voice, a tone that sounds so foreign on her kind tongue. "An ally waits for me in the city to help. Once we defeat the Absolute, I will seek my revenge. Demasc Volkar will die by my hand." Or the quest for revenge would destroy her in the process. Regardless, she had to try. If only she knew that Alden, someone she thought was a friend, had sold their location out to the master vampire. "I couldn't ask you to help when that time comes, we've all been through so much as is, but if you wished to help, I wouldn't turn you down." Gale is a powerful ally to have and an even more powerful friend.

"Lavender is one of my favorites, actually. And rose. They are simple scents but they remind me of home. Of my mother, actually. She grew lavender in the yard, it made the whole house smell pleasant." She laughs again, this time genuinely. "You can turn around Gale, I'm in the bath, no worries."

Gale knows it intimately, the appeal in losing yourself in endless work. He's leafed some novels and tomes, has given fierce chase to words and theories, and as the night lumbered on in its lonesome hours, had burnt through both oil and candlewax. In his tower, he'd become the sole, grave portrait of a ravenous obsession. It had balmed him meagerly, anchoring his mental in the comfort of books, but imagine if he hadn't. Imagine if he'd thought. Imagine had he sat there in the shadows and the dark, his folly in his bones and his guilt on his conscience, every memory hollering. And every doubt in him loud. Madness, he'd wager. A treacherous insanity. Their party's now gathered by a half-cobbled hearth, and he'd have shattered apart like that window to a chapel. Temple glass, he humors. Or cathedral panes. 

Madness, they were spared.

But grief, they were not.

And as Gale gathers his belongings back into his bag, at least his, he knows, he wasn't made to ignore.

"Then by some stroke of luck, you'll be happy to know you're only expected to breathe. We can work up to laurel resting on another foul evening. For now, it would hardly kill you to do away with the semantics. That said, enough with the stalling," he urges. "And get on in."

Even here, the steam off the water clings along his neck. Gale works, hearing the rustling of clothes and the tell-tale ripple of her scalding dip. He clatters on about, back pointedly turned as all manner perfumes start waltzing in the air. However, even as he bumbles, vials click-clacking and stoppers popped in, it's yet the aching of her voice that lingers in his mind...and darkly, somberly, her still-veiled past.

Truthfully, he'd be one hell of a liar to even try at disinterest. Call it the scholar in him, but he boasts an unstoppable, unstemmable, and restless curiosity. Yet, far more than that by both seas and oceans is his unwithering fondness for this tight-lipped soul. It was not at all foreseen, this boldening camaraderie in a new-found friend. But, well, Gale himself is a lover, a man with both warmth and an unstoppable heart, and to hear her story would let him act as her pillar -- her bastion in the fury and tumultuous rain. He can see them still, the flash-crack-bang of that horrendous night. Gods, he had felt like her. There was viscera in his gums. But worse than that, he discerns, were the feelings that surfaced as the adrenaline waned. Hells, that heart-wrenching ache and that filleting regret...

The face of her sire. He recalls that, too.

Nightmarish, Gale thinks. Too haunting and soulless. He startles, tying up his pouch as Dronia's voice stirs like the canopies high up above. Blinking, he hadn't even realized he had held his breath. Oh. "I see," he begins, timbre so unbearably soft. "For what it's worth, I could hardly name a man more fortunate to have held your affections. Even with a thousand years, there'd have never been enough time to enjoy it by your side. Every second spent would have been another second desired." ...still, Gale well knows, he should have had more of it. More and more by several decades! Decades aplenty and tens of springs. Breathing, Gale gathers his words, lingering by the bramble where the rest of their companions are chattering in view. He knows his loves, had kissed and yearned and lost as she had. They'd hardly the same story, her grief a misfortune where he'd been a fool, but to know so keenly that your lover's escaped you... A wedding, she'd said. They could have been wed. Gale frowns, that spawn's red eyes again stark in his memory. He thinks of rubies, garnets, and disastrous greed "Well, you're not exactly a charity as far as I'm concerned. He won't take from you again, and I won't stand here and allow you to suffer a thief. For as much as you've lost, I'd hope you know you aren't fumbling alone. Should he ever find you again, we'll make painfully clear." It's a daunting prospect, surely, to risk the life of her companions to Alden again--but then, what of it, he'd ask? He's not a man to just bolt. They've all their journeys, every one of them dangerous, and for better or for worse, she's Gale to the most disastrous of ends. Huffing, Gale summons a mage hand and nudges forward.

"It is lavender," he tuts, the spectral thing holding his pouch for her. "Though should you have a hankering for something else, feel free to peruse. Admittedly, I'm finding myself tempted to get in there myself. Waste anymore time, and I'll beat you to it. Otherwise, I'm sure shoving you in with thunderwave would do you wonders."

[volturissideslut]

So where I’m from, it’s normal to refer to your partner (regardless of gender or anything) as your spouse/husband/wife regardless if you’re actually married or not. Do you think the Volturi would be cool with this coming from their mate or would they be like 👀? Love your blog bestie btw

𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖎

Aro gets all smug and happy, making it a point to dramatically call you his wife very very loudly in a totally unnecessary setting. He's so happy and giddy, don't take this away from him. He's just casually chatting to someone and drops the 'w' bomb, like "Caius could you pass me that paper to I can write my WIFE a note? Thank you, i'm sure my WIFE will appreciate it too." Meanwhile Caius just does not give one singular fuck about his antics.

Marcus is practically in tears at you calling him your husband casually in passing, he's clocked out of the conversation mentally and is just imagining actually making you his wife. So many decisions, so many choices. Small wedding that is personal? Large wedding to show you off? Summer or autumn? Maybe even winter or spring? Dresses, celebrations, vows, rings, it all flashes in his mind and he's decided that he should probably start planning the proposal as soo as you're done there.

Caius is also a happy happy boy, but keeps quiet until it's just the two of you alone. It will be hours later and you're both winding down. He'll come up behind you with his arms wrapped around you to keep you close and hum gently in your ear. "Husband hm? You want a ring on that pretty little finger? Could have just asked, you little minx" and he's peppering you with kisses and affection.

[mx-pastelwriting]

Kinktober Day 6: Foursome

Volturi Kings x GN! Reader

Summary: Fucking all three of the kings.

Warnings: Smut, Foursome, Bit of biting, Vampire & Human

Kinktober Masterlist

Minors do not interact!

Holding onto Aro's cold hand, lead into your shared chamber as Marcus and Caius follow close behind, then hear their footsteps slow while entering the room.

Aro, let go, turning to cup your face, quickly meeting your lips with his cold ones, feeling their roughness, a set of hands on your shoulder slowly pulling your clothes up. Breaking the kiss, seeing Aro's face full of lust before your shirt is lifted and away from your body.

Looking to the bed, Caius lays arms propping him up, enjoying the show. Aro's lips meet yours again while Marcus's hands strip you down, then travel back up, waking up every inch of your body.

Leading you to the bed, letting you drop backward onto it into the arms of Caius, kissing your neck, feeling his teeth graze your warm skin. Watching through your haze, Aro and Marcus strip down from their coats to unbuttoned shirts, showing a little skin.

Moans escape you as Caius's hand slips under your bottoms, touching you, the bed dips as Aro meets your lips once again. Moans mix into the kiss, then feel Marcus grasp your hand, raising it to his lips kissing it. Kisses travel along your skin, all the cold hands and kisses waking up the contrast to turning your haze into drunken love.

Caius's teeth finally sink in, lightly marking the surface. The pain mixed with the pleasure of his hand working away at you. Your bottom half felt a new chill as Aro pulled away what little clothes were left, seeing in your drunken state of pleasure Aro undoing his pants as Caius kissed your cheek and neck.

Watching as his cock springs out then into his hand, enjoying the show and the sound of his moans from his touch, reaching out pulling his hand, wasting none of your welcome, he moves closer. Touching your lips with his thumb, he slowly caresses them, letting you grab his hard cock then putting it into your month-earning moans from him.

Hearing undoings of pants before Caius lifted you up and onto him, having your naked back touch his hardened cock, feeling Marcus dip the bed, leading your hand to his cock, then guiding you into wrapping around his cock.

Aro stopped you softly, pulling your head back, allowing you to lay back, watching as he lifted your leg sightly up as his other hand guided his cock into you, sinking in slowly. Rolling your head back as moans escape back into the air, mixing with the kings.

Thrusts picked up quickly as your warmth gladly welcomed him. His hands held your hips as Caius played with you. Marcus thrusts into your hand while holding onto your wrist, making it as if he were in Aro's place.

Your body rocked from Aro's rough thrusts, giving Caius's cock attention; his moans filled your ear through his kisses to your skin. Lips still onto Aro's adding to your swimming head, feeling as if your body is drowning in pleasure, not letting you breathe. Your hand grips onto Aro as he rocks into you, roughly planting himself at the end of every thrust.

Hearing the moans pick up through your swimming head now spreads to the rest of your body, feeling your stomach stir deeply, making your nails dig into Aro's back then tightening your hold onto Marcus's cock.

Feeling warm liquid coat your back as Caius gasps and moans into your ear, stopping his kisses, hearing Marcus moan grasping your wrist before warm liquid coats your hand. Caius's hand still working away made your high build up quickly, then letting you release, laying into him, feeling Aro's grip on you, walking the fine line of bruising as he broke the kiss, then laying his head into your neck as he buries himself.

Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is and grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!

Taglist: @memphiscity69 @k3nmakyan @typical-emilyyyyy

[lgwifey]

Constant Complications

fem!reader x caius volturi

Summary : a short lil conversation <3

Warning : a few words of Google translated Italian

"Can you believe him !"

Y/n had to force herself to not let out a small laugh as she watched as her husband pace up and down the length of their bedroom, poision lacing his words as he ranted about Aro's decicions of that day's court.

"No darling, i can't."

“I mean, the Cullens have broke our main law, and he just lets them get away with it."

The blonde king paused his pacing, turning to watch Y/n calmly removing her makeup before reapplying it so it would be fresh for the next court opening in a few hours. She sat on her vanity stool, now applying mascara as he waited for her attention to be on him. It did remind her slightly of looking after a toddler.

Y/n placed the wand back in its tube and into the makeup bag before turning to him, waiting for his impacient self to start the questioning.

"Yes ?"

"You agree with me, right ? Even if you were at one time a Cullen, you agree with me ?"

“Of course I do Caius. You do well to remember that my loyalties lie with you and the Volturi, not my brother and his new covern."

His eyes softened as she pulled him closer, leaving a small kiss on his frowning features.

“They broke our laws and they should have been treated accordingly, but if Isabella is Edward's mate then she'll become one of our kind soon. We must maintain power by showing we do not kill irrationally."

"Of course." Caius stood, fixing his suit before moving to the other side of the room, Y/n furrowing her brows at his random leaving before carrying on with her makeup, finalising her look by fixing the ruby necklace which hung between her collarbones.

“Caius ?"

The blonde spun around immediately, placing his rings back into their box and giving his full attention to the woman facing him.

"Carlisle didn't know they were here, i'll be informing him next time we meet, he'll deal with them how he sees fit but i'll make sure it's proper."

"And when will that be ?"

A sour look filled the raging vampires expression, he wasn't a fan of his mate’s brother, after he left the Volteri in pursuit of his own covern, Caius lost what little respect he had for the doctor. If it wasn't for Y/n, the entire Olympic Covern would have been wiped out before it started.

"I'm not sure... but it should be soon, i haven't seen him for just over two decades, twenty three years. "

"That isn't that long."

She just rolled her eyes, pulling her cloak over her dress and giving him a small hug seeing how they needed to leave to the throne room.

"Maybe not for you old man, but i'm only three hundred and fifty eight."

"I'm not old, Cullen."

The use of her maiden name as an insult left them both holding back laughter.

"Scilicet."

A few months had past since the incident with her brother's covern and to say Y/n was shocked when a letter arrive in their post for her would be a lie.

"Oh what a surprise. A letter, from Forks."

The queen threw door between the chamber entry and her bedroom open, closing it just as quickly.

She found her husband to be layed down on their king sized bed, stareing up at the ceiling and probably deep in thought on new ways to hurt court arrivals. Her voice was heavily dosed in sarcasm which only intrigued Caius, popping his head up from the pillow. He was holding back his smile at the upcoming lecture about how ungrateful her older brother could be.

“What are the chances that it’s a thank you for saving his creations lives ?”

“Non Sunt.”

Her words came out like a growl, adding in the dramatic eye roll, the blonde could tell that his wife’s upcoming rant was going to be spectacular.

Y/n gave a roll of her eyes before dragging one of her long stiletto nails through the envolope top, acting like a knife.

Her eyes flicked over the inked words in less than a second, taking them all in before growling at the paper and throwing it at her husband.

“Fantastic (!)"

Caius took more than a second to read the page, pausing for a moment before looking up in a confused fashion. He flicked his eyes over it again, at least three times.

“I've never come across that language before. What does this say? How can you read that? "

"It's English Darling, doctor's handwriting. I've just become accustom to reading Carlisle's letters every so often."

She placed a kiss onto his forehead before laying him down again so she could lean on his chest, her brother tiring her out with just the letter. Oh if she could sleep so would’ve blacked out from exhaustion.

"Apparently someone is creating a newborn army in order to kill the Isabella girl, since their covern killed this woman, Victoria's, mate the other year to protect Edward's mate. A lot of mortals are becoming suspicious of the deaths and Carlisle asks if we can do anything about it."

The king let out a sound of complaint before muttering an annoyed "can't we just let them kill her ?"

She tried her hardest to push back the slime growing on her lips from his conclusion, lightly shoved his shoulder, a grin meeting her in reply. Y/n adjusting her head so she could look him in the eyes. They were turning black, reminding her that they both needed some food soon before they both ended up starving.

Caius slammed his head back into his pillow.

“I know Darling, but we have to maintain the first law."

She moved so she could run her nails through his hair, knowing he didn't want to be the one to have to go to his brothers to explain the current Seattle situation.

“I'll go inform Marcus of the news, should I ask him to send Jane and Alec ?"

Caius’ tired out eyes opened up from a slow blink, leaning closer to the comforting circles being threaded and swirled into his hair. His voice came out soft, a tone reserved for Y/n and Y/n alone.

“Felix and Demetri would be a better pair to go."

Caius mumbled before squashing his face under a pillow, hiding from his responcibilities.

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[smckehour]

threats like his were expected by the rite of mandalore's creed. welcoming smiles were rare in their presence. other than adopting the same scrutinizing gaze he holds, it's really no surprise he gives one. she confronts him by taking a step forward, a squint washing over eyes as she weighs out his truthfulness. "bargaining with an absolute is a force on it's own, is it not, lord kreiss?" help or perish; spoken like a true sith. it's logic that undermines her defensive stance, though. the quicker she helps, the quicker he leaves... but like the mercenary donna is, her aid comes with a price. "say i know where to find one, how many credits do you have?"

remains alert as male observes the other . hues dart down to any weaponry on the other . mandalorian ── gonna be a tough one to crack . face is stoic , glazed even , as he nods . a sith lord wasn't the best look but he didn't even quite know what he aligned himself with anymore . power was one thing and morals were another . ❝ we don't need to fight unless you force it . my ship has been obtained by scavengers and without i cannot leave this place . i am in need of a space craft . i can and will do what i have to for you to oblige . ❞

[ciciyup]

Volturi Guard (Felix & Demetri) X Fem! Human reader sunshine and great beauty headcanons.

Summary: You are their human partner and you have otherworldly beauty in addition to having a very happy and sweet personality, how would they be with you?

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Demetri Volturi:

You were unreal, it couldn't be anything else. Even the first time he found you, that cloudy afternoon in Italy, he didn't know whether to be more surprised to see such beauty or to be surprised to have found you.

Even after going with Marcus and him taking their bonds of relationship for granted, even after you moved with him to Volterra, even after you were together, Demetri couldn't believe you were so ethereal.

You caught him off guard. Not in his hundreds of years did he believe that the day would come when someone special to him would come along, he hadn't given it that much importance until now, until you came along. He had seen the way Marcus looked when he remembered his former partner, the only time he seemed to be "alive", even the way the cruel Caius saw his wife seemed to be that deep and pure. Demetri could now understand what it felt like, what it felt like to find that person.

Being human, you seemed to be so perfect in everything you did that it was fascinating for him to watch you do even the smallest thing. He could see the sunrise in your eyes, hear your laughter forever, watch you sway back and forth in those cute summer dresses, you were the most precious thing he had ever owned.

It was something different, a breath of fresh air in that place, Demetri liked it. You were a different beauty, something he had never seen before. He was used to the women of the guard, so cold and seductive, but you were different, you were like a ray of sunshine in that darkness. You didn't have to try hard to look good, people seemed delighted to see you, nor did you have to try hard for a good comment or a nice outfit, your sweet personality did all the work and your face made anyone mesmerized by you.

It wasn't just because you were his soulmate, but the fact that you were as beautiful on the outside as you were on the inside. Others only saw you for your exterior, they were drawn to how you looked and, although that also happened to him, Demetri understood that there was more to you than just being a pretty face.

When a stray dog or cat passed by on the street you couldn't help but stop and get them food and take care of them while your soft hands touched their tender fur, when an elderly person was in trouble you were there to help without separating until you met your goal, when anyone was down you were always there with your cheerful smiles and kind compliments to make them feel better. Demetri watched all this and couldn't be more fascinated, more proud. So proud to have a partner like you.

Having a good rank in the guard made things easier, so he made sure from the first moment you moved to Volterra to give you the best, that's what he wanted. Sometimes leaving you impressed by his great memory and even the least significant thing for you, even if it was a silly thing, Demetri kept it in his mind.

As much as he would like you to be together, each other's personal space was important and he knew that, which is why he made sure to get you your own room, a nice, spacious one with big windows so it could be quite bright, all so you could decorate it to your liking later. He remembered how you had told him that your favorite part was the garden, which is why he made sure the room faced the garden when he opened the windows. It was all worth it if he saw your beautiful smile again. Although that didn't take away from the fact that you would see him walk through your door more than once a day.

Demetri wanted to be everything you had always dreamed of, he wanted to adore you and love you in every way and for you to know it. Being a gentleman and giving compliments were already a part of him, not as frequent before he met you, but they were, so now that you were with him he would let you know from the first hour of the morning how much you meant to him. Going on picnics with you somewhere away from other people and see you so dreamy when you see him skin shine in the sun was something he loved, as well as cuddling up to your chest at night and hearing your clear heartbeat, feeling your warm body.

He would make sure to let you know every moment how much he loved you, how important you were to him, because you were. He could almost feel as if his heart was beating again. It was because of you. He felt alive again. It was strange, but he loved the feeling, only if it was with you.

Felix Volturi

In all his centuries as a vampire he would never have imagined for a second that you would come into his life, thinking that he could find his special someone and be worthy of something as beautiful as you made him feel confused. He is supposed to be the executioner of the Volturi, he is someone reckless, no one wants to cross his path or have anything to do with him and Felix only wants to do his job in the guard and feed, so when you finally get to him the surprise is inexplicable.

You were the complete opposite of him, you were so gentle, so compassionate with the people around you, whether they were nice to you or not, you lived in the moment and tried to enjoy yourself without worries. So worried about him when he returned from some mission, so considerate. Felix believed that this was something of destiny, what a great move.

But he adored you, Felix loved it when you spent quality time with him chatting for hours about your lives, listening intently with shining eyes when you heard him talk about his life throughout the centuries, he adored cooking together even if the result with him wasn't the best if only he could hear your laughter again when you saw his dish, he adored that you didn't see him just as a guy with threatening brute force.

Seeing you smile was one of the best things he could have seen, if not the best. Your personality was a respite from all the cruelty that was the Volturi, it was something Felix admired, how you remained so positive and radiant despite knowing how things were there.

He couldn't stop looking at you. So sweet, you were so sweet that Felix could feel almost dizzy. He was with you, you were so wonderful, he adored you, there was no one else in his eyes. Every mission he was away from you on, he just wished it would end soon so he could get back into your arms, smell your rich fragrance of that soft cologne that Felix loved, and hear your voice.

When he had nothing to do, Felix really enjoyed staying with you doing whatever, no matter what, as long as you were there everything was like lying on a cloud. Seeing you frown when you focused too much on the movie that was playing was something he really liked, watching and studying your features. Surprising you with gifts like your favorite food, clothes he knew you liked but hadn't managed to get yet, pretty jewelry, whatever you liked, he wanted to give it to you.

Holding your hands was something fascinating, as common as it sounded, feeling the heat, feeling the blood run through your veins, seeing how his larger hand was able to cover yours so protectively, was something Felix would love. Maybe that's why after every mission he doesn't let go of your hand for a long time.

After so many centuries with people around him only being terrified of him, he didn't want to seem so intimidating to you, although he knew that didn't intimidate you, even so Felix could bring out his softer side, maybe also his more vulnerable side if he is confident enough and at the right time. It would be difficult for him to be too soft or romantic, don't get him wrong, he loves you very much, but it wasn't something he was given nor was he used to, so he could be, but to a certain point.

Even so, the things he usually liked the most were hugging you many times while he picks you up and spins you around the room, without a doubt that made him smile and laugh more than he ever had. Because when he was with you nothing could be better.

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