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THE HEIR – A Volturi Fanfiction

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The stone walls and the gloom that permeated the narrow corridors of the Volturi's subterranean stronghold exuded a morose and somber ambiance, meticulously cultivated. For the immortals dwelling within, the weather of Volterra aboveground mattered little, but for the hapless humans ensnared in the clandestine chambers, there existed no more inhospitable abode. Even the depths of Hades, they mused, might prove less sweltering and oppressive. Were it not for the refined tastes of the vampire aristocracy, the fortress's chambers likely would not be so impeccably appointed.

Selina, the youthful enchantress, delighted in imagining that her relentless and sadistic master, Caius, derived a perverse pleasure from likening their domain to the inferno. And perhaps, she pondered, such a comparison wasn't entirely unfounded...

She raised her head with steely resolve, traversing the corridors adorned with Renaissance artwork, sporadically illuminated by flickering candlelight casting a faint glow upon ancient artifacts. It was a whim of the Volturi's elite, adorning their underground sanctuary with relics that could well predate Selina's own existence.

Without preamble, she pushed open the double doors to a chamber, discovering a cadre of vampires engaged in hushed conversation, comfortably ensconced within.

"Look who's returned to the lion's den, Selina?" taunted Renata, perched pretentiously in an armchair near the central hearth, a tome bound in crimson velvet clutched in her hands.

Selina entered the chamber, arching a disdainful brow, displaying her disinterest in the vampire who once again sought to provoke her needlessly.

"Must you be so disagreeable, Renata? Is it truly necessary to so blatantly advertise your disdain for me? It would behoove you to feign civility, wouldn't you agree?" Selina retorted, her smile laced with a tantalizing edge, as Chelsea escorted her to the vermilion settee, whose crimson eyes gleamed with a sinister allure.

Chelsea emitted a soft chuckle, murmuring to Selina as they approached the divan where a gentleman was engrossed in a game of chess.

"She wouldn't be capable of feigning camaraderie. How would she cope with the envy of having to share Aro's attention with you?" Chelsea remarked, guiding Selina with a gentle touch upon her shoulder.

Renata's glare swept across the chamber before returning to the book in her possession, pointedly ignoring Chelsea's comment to stave off any further conflict.

"Have you had a pleasant journey, Lina?" inquired Afton, Chelsea's consort, deftly maneuvering a chess piece upon the board. It appeared he was playing alone.

Selina reclined upon the settee, offering a dissatisfied smile.

"Demetri and I tracked down two nomads responsible for the slaughter in Santiago. Master Caius tasked us with their disposal after their execution. Despite their intriguing nature, I've never encountered anything quite like it..." Selina began, recounting some of her recent exploits, though her gaze drifted pensively to the crackling flames in the hearth, lost momentarily in thought.

"And...?" Afton regarded her with the same curiosity as Chelsea.

"They stored the bodies in stacks, appearing strangely preserved..." Selina replied, her voice tinged with contemplation.

Chelsea furrowed her brow in perplexity, exchanging silent, conspiratorial glances with Afton, while Selina snapped back to attention, alternating her focus between the pair.

"What troubles you? What have you gleaned?" Selina inquired icily, her determination palpable in her gaze.

"It's a vampiric custom, Selina..." Afton began, attempting to steer the conversation elsewhere.

"It is my prerogative to be informed..." Selina insisted, her unwavering gaze leaving no room for evasion.

The man sought Chelsea's support, receiving a nod of encouragement, prompting him to continue. Afton occupied a similar station to Selina within the Volturi hierarchy. Though Aro and other members of the coven may not hold his presence in as high regard as Chelsea's, he commanded respect nonetheless, and Selina, favored by Aro due to her unique abilities, held a similar standing.

"There exists a practice... an arcane tradition scarcely known, involving the preservation of human remains, and she..." Afton's words were cut short as the door swung open abruptly, revealing the ethereal figure of Jane, who had materialized like a phantom, her footsteps unheard by any within.

The room fell into silence, awaiting her command. Jane offered a benign smile, though it failed to reach her eyes, lending her an air of icy detachment.

"Aro requests your presence. Go now and tarry not," Jane intoned softly, sending shivers down Selina's spine. She nodded silently and made her exit, leaving behind a disgruntled Renata and an atmosphere fraught with tension.

"That she-devil..." Chelsea muttered through gritted teeth.

"Tesoro..." Afton chided gently.

Selina rose from the settee and made her way to the door, exchanging a final glance with her companions.

"We shall converse anon. Fret not, Afton..." she assured them, casting a meaningful wink their way. It was a subtle message understood only by the trio. Selina possessed the clandestine ability to obscure memories—a tool she would wield to safeguard against Aro's intrusion, ensuring he perceived only what was expedient.

Selina departed, navigating the dimly lit corridors toward Aro, leaving behind a discontented Renata.

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Chapter 2 - Invitations and Reflections

On a bright sunny morning, Jane greeted the sheriff with her warm smile, but immediately noticed that something was bothering him. The disappointed frown on Hassan's face was undeniable, and he could hardly hide his frustration as he responded.

"Good morning, Sheriff," said Jane, maintaining her friendliness but quickly noticing the dark cloud hanging over him. "Or perhaps not... I went to the coast to investigate the incident, being the curious soul that I am. I can sense there's something strange behind your expression. It must be quite an odd situation, isn't it?"

Hassan sighed, placing his hands on his hips. For a moment, his eyes met hers before he looked away, lost in deep thoughts. "The storm could have caused the cats to drown. But frankly, those neck wounds are disturbing," he replied, clearly uncomfortable with the complexity of the task he was about to face.

Over time, Jane and Hassan had developed a closer friendship, especially after the sheriff started regularly ordering her croissants and sandwiches for lunch. Despite their differences and disagreements, they had found a genuine connection. When they felt excluded or judged by the other religious residents of Crockett, they found refuge in each other, establishing a bond that transcended the societal barriers.

However, they both knew they didn't want exclusion to be the core of their friendship. They yearned for a deeper, more authentic connection that went beyond appearances and the differences that separated them. As the friendship between Jane and Hassan deepened, they worked to uncover the true ties that bound them, challenging external pressures trying to pull them apart.

"I saw," Jane murmured, the bloody image still echoing in her mind.

Earlier that morning, even before the sun had risen, Jane had taken her usual walk along the coast, following her tradition of preparing everything at Mystic Brews before the hungry fishermen woke up for another tough day of work on the ocean.

"It's... how can I put it... macabre. If that word is appropriate to describe this specific scene," she commented, still disturbed by what she had seen.

"Well, I can't disagree. I've never witnessed anything like it before. Maybe it's an interesting novelty for us to occupy our minds with here in Crockett, while we don't have any supernatural creatures to investigate," Hassan said with a slight ironic smile at the end.

Jane's expression changed, and she became a little flustered, changing the subject quickly. She lifted the carefully prepared lunch she had made for the sheriff, hoping to shift the focus away from the disturbing topic.

"Tell me what you think of this special sandwich. I added a different twist this time," Jane suggested, trying to lighten the mood

And so, from that day on, a cycle of food deliveries to the Sheriff began, strengthening their bonds and giving rise to deep conversations about the challenges and enigmas that surrounded the mysterious Crockett Island, the home of both of them. With each delivery, the connection between Jane and Hassan grew, making them confidants and allies in their concerns and questions about the place they lived in.

With a warm smile, Sheriff Hassan observed the bag that Jane handed to him, realizing how hungry he was that morning. He fondly remembered how his son, Ali, used to enjoy the treats prepared by that lovely woman. Always generous, Jane reserved the most delicious snacks for them, considering them VIP customers of her beloved cafe. As he held the bag, his expectations rose, and he couldn't help but admire the care and attention to detail that Jane put into every aspect.

"Wow, Janeth Miller," Hassan exclaimed, somewhat surprised by the sight of the delicious treats that would undoubtedly last more than a day in his refrigerator, accompanied by an irresistible dessert for Ali, a special treat that Jane always made sure to include. "You're spoiling me... When am I going to be able to repay all of this? I'm afraid I'll end up bankrupt!"

A soft chuckle escaped Hassan's lips, although there was a touch of sincerity in his words. He genuinely didn't want to burden his dear friend.

Jane's smile widened, showing her understanding of the sheriff's concern. "Oh, don't worry, Sheriff. Your account is safe and sound, and it doesn't even come close to half of what you imagine. And the bonus I send is courtesy of the house. The demand for sweets isn't as high as for breakfast and lunch. I make sure to maintain quality and variety, and for that, I restock locally before heading to the mainland to get what we can't find here, okay?"

Her response was confident and determined, affirming that she was a woman of her word. Jane valued the collaborative spirit and support she had received from the Crockett Island community, which encouraged her to keep her promises.

"Alright. Thank you, Jane," Hassan smiled at Janeth and watched her bid farewell politely before leaving to complete some other deliveries.

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Father Paul's days were filled with a routine dedicated to his religious duties and the constant care of his flock. From dawn until dusk, he devoted himself to providing spiritual support to those who sought him for comfort and guidance.

The small church, with its walls weathered by time, was where Father Paul conducted his masses and sermons with unwavering passion. His voice resonated through the sacred space, echoing words of hope and faith to the congregation that gathered eagerly for solace amid their daily hardships.

However, beneath his ecclesiastical obligations, Father Paul carried the burden of his own concerns. The feelings of loneliness and uncertainty accompanied him in his heart, sparking questions about the meaning of his calling and the purpose of his life.

Despite these vague thoughts, Father Paul found some comfort during his recent stay in Crockett at Janeth Miller's cafe. The priest would visit her on some mornings or during sunset afternoons, insisting on sitting at an outdoor table to enjoy the breathtaking view.

On that particular day, due to the demands of his priestly duties and confessions, Father Paul found himself in a dilemma with his schedule, and Beverly Keene was strict about adhering to timings. Therefore, he decided to visit Mystic Brews only in the late afternoon, making him the last customer of the day.

As he peacefully walked the streets of Crockett Island, Father Paul contemplated the ground in thought, but he knew exactly where his steps would lead him. He had walked that path several times since arriving in town. He stopped as he reached the stones that led to Mystic Brews' veranda.

A new figure greeted him, a little girl with golden hair and gentle features. She greeted Father Paul with her sweet voice, surprising him with the unusual formality for a child so young.

"Hello, are you here to place an order?"

He let out a chuckle and nodded in agreement. "Yes. Are you the attendant?" He asked curiously, searching for Janeth Miller's familiar presence.

The little girl shook her head and walked towards the door, her hand on the doorknob. "No, I'm too young for that!" she said with a light laugh. "My mother is in the kitchen at the back. I'll let her know we have a visitor. She never stays open this late in the afternoon."

Father Paul decided to take a seat at a table by the hanging pots of plants on the veranda.

"I'll stay out here. If you don't mind, of course," he said politely.

The little girl nodded. "No problem, the menu is on the table. See you soon," she bid farewell before skipping into the cafe.

So, Father Paul settled into the space illuminated by the setting sun and the hanging lights. He observed the establishment, which was a bit empty, but the street was bustling, with some residents strolling by. After all, it was the main street of the town. Soon, he spotted Dolly Scarborough walking slowly and waved at her, receiving a wave in return.

A tinkling of a bell pulled him from his reverie, and his gaze landed on the figure of the woman with curly hair and dark skin. It was Jane, the owner of the cafe. She entered with the characteristic aroma of coffee, dressed in linen clothes in shades of brown and beige, a look that Father Paul greatly appreciated. He liked the overall atmosphere, and Jane ironically matched the ambiance of the cafe.

"I see you've claimed your seat already," Janeth commented as she came in.

Father Paul smiled. "Oh, yes. I was very well received, to be honest. Plus, this place has become one of my favorites in Crockett," he revealed as he placed his bag on the adjacent chair.

"Oh, yes! I'm glad to hear that," Janeth glanced inside through the window, where her daughter was watching the two of them from the counter, enjoying a croissant. "Matilda helps me a lot here. At night, we have time for her to study. But in the morning, I let her play or do whatever she wants. Although that's not really her style. She prefers to help me, hidden among the bookshelves or in the back garden."

He smiled warmly, attentive to Jane's words.

"I never thought you had a daughter. You must be proud of how unique she is," Father Paul commented, noting that Matilda was around eight or ten years old and was very articulate in her speech.

"I'm extremely proud of her. She's been a bit more withdrawn lately. That's why you haven't seen her around here," Jane wasn't one to share her personal life without being asked, she was reserved enough. "And you're new here, but you would have soon seen her walking around Crockett by my side. We're always together," Janeth said, hinting at their close bond and how secretive they were about the rest of the island's community. And none of this went unnoticed by Father Paul; on the contrary, he became even more curious. But he decided not to invade Jane's privacy, knowing that he himself was an introvert.

He let out a sigh, gazing at the landscape around them and turning to the inscrutable face of Janeth Miller, who stared back at him serenely.

"Well, I'll just need a coffee today," Jane nodded without needing to write anything down.

"Nothing special? The usual?" She inquired to make sure there wasn't anything else the priest wanted.

He let out a thoughtful sigh as he looked at the menu, specifically at the section for hot beverages.

"A cappuccino then, for a change. I'll save my palate to try more later," he smiled, closing the menu and crossing his fingers as he clasped his hands.

Janeth gave herself a proud look for her persistence in bewitching the man with her culinary charms.

"It's on its way, Father."

She slid into the café but propped the door open, allowing the aroma of the cappuccino to waft outside. Thanks to what he had said was his favorite.

Jane found her daughter finishing her croissant and using the napkin to wipe away the dulce de leche that was dripping from her fingers.

"Thank you for receiving our afternoon guest, dear," Jane expressed her gratitude, observing her daughter walk from the counter to the stool to sit.

"He's different, isn't he? I can feel... I can't put my finger on it, Mom. But you know... We both read the fire that day, and he showed..." Matilda whispered with her little hands placed over her heart, a sweet and enthusiastic gesture.

"Shhhh, not here, my dear," Jane hushed her from the other side of the counter, approaching her, whispering back. "Remember that despite what we know, we must be cautious and only respond when approached. And the readings were brief; they didn't show us anything specific. We must be patient."

Matilda nodded in agreement.

"Okay, but I'll keep my eyes open. You know I'm good at that." She winked at her mother before hopping off the stool and walking to the back, taking a glance at the serene figure of Father Paul, who was lost in thought, watching the sun set.

Jane chuckled and remembered Father Paul's words about how proud he was of how independent and clever little Tilda could be. Was she like this because of Jane? Because of the "father"? Or the grandmother? No, no... She couldn't be like the stern grandmother.

The cappuccino wasn't made from a machine with a capsule; Jane prepared it manually. She was quick, knowing the measurements by heart, so using the machine didn't make a difference.

She finished it, adding two extra sugar sachets on the side and a cookie that was left over in the display of daily orders but still warm.

As she proceeded with Father Paul's order to his table, she was met with a sincere smile and a look of surprise.

"You're not the type to settle for just giving what was asked; you always go above and beyond," Paul commented, smelling the cookie, which was probably filled with some special flavor.

Janeth chuckled and placed the cup on the table.

"I always do what I can for the people here, who get by with the basics. I came from a family surrounded by abundance, earning more than I needed. When I decided to open this café, I noticed that at first, it seemed new, now it's as common as the Breeze arriving at the Port every day. Especially after... the rumors..." Jane turned serious, as if her mind had drifted to a bad memory. "Well, but I still have enthusiasm for sales. I think that's necessary."

Father Paul again sensed something in Jane that changed every time she mentioned something related to the people in the community. Once it was about religion. Why did this intrigue her so much?

So he wanted to see it up close. He wanted them to see how much he trusted her, and wanted to see her in this setting. He wanted to understand...

"Can I ask you something?" He asked quickly, almost forgetting what she was saying. He would ignore his intrusive thoughts that haunted him, just as she tried unsuccessfully.

She stopped, lifted her gaze from the table, and looked at him with a curious expression.

"Of course, you can, Father."

He smiled briefly and hesitated.

"Will you be attending the Crock Pot Luck?" Jane stepped back a little, confused. "I want you to go. Your presence is as indispensable as anyone else who lives on this island. You're officially invited. Even though, of course, you were entirely welcome already."

"I don't know... Maybe I'll spend some time with my daughter; I've been so busy with the café that she—"

"Perfect timing, Janeth. Listen to me, she'll be surrounded by children, food, and entertainment. It's not just the faithful; your entire clientele will be there. The people who enjoy your café, the community coming together to enjoy a simple Sunday event." He put forth every possible argument to convince her to be there, to see her again in a different setting. So that he could understand. So that he could try to understand.

Janeth met Father Paul's eyes, that pair of eyes that looked at her imploringly, wishing for his lips to utter a simple "yes."

Janeth squeezed her nervous hands together in an uncomfortable gesture. Facing the severe gazes of the community in her café was one thing; now facing them all together in a completely new place was a challenge. And Hassan? Had he been invited? He wasn't as reserved as her due to the need to interact with the residents, owing to his role as the sheriff. But he was still introverted when it came to his personal life. He would surely go, wouldn't he? If he wasn't, she would invite him herself.

"Well, I guess in that case, I'll show up. I'll take Matilda; she deserves to have some fun, without me," Jane dropped the walls of her protective and introverted pride and accepted Paul's invitation.

She watched a wide smile form on Father Paul's lips, relieved by the realization of his wish. He could see Janeth being a part of this. He didn't want to convert her in any way. His desires were simple and genuine. Janeth would be seen and respected by the entire community regardless of her withdrawal.

"That's good. Yes, that's very good! It will be great to see you there, to taste your food, and of course, Matilda will have a Sunday with her mother in a different setting," he promised in a calm voice but with evident excitement.

He began to eat what he had ordered, allowing Janeth to watch him for brief seconds, a little restless but keeping her daughter in mind. Always Matilda, always for her.

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"So, will there be many children?" Young Tilda inquired, sitting on her mother's lap on the bed, while her mother's fingers wove through her blonde strands.

Jane pondered before answering.

"Yes, but what's considered 'many' on this island? I think a few, not as many as you're used to."

She finished the braid, and her daughter turned to snuggle in her embrace.

"I'm excited. I can't wait to see the other kids, Mom. Thank you for wanting to go. I like your company, but I miss playing with other girls."

It was at that moment that those words broke Janeth's heart in half. Was she being cruel to this extent? Depriving her own daughter of the simplicity of playing with someone her age, something that didn't always need to be under protection all the time. Going to school like other kids, making friends. Maybe she had become so blind as to leave her daughter lonely. Protecting her from the dangers of the community, from judgments, from hearing what she heard, the whispers. Not only about her origins but also about her mysterious practices. The cords, rings, herbs. Some strange artifacts inside the café, all of this caused rumors. But in Janeth's home, she couldn't hide who she was, even though she never spoke; the confirmation of her practice would be her ruin. It left the gossip in the air.

Father Paul was mysterious from his black hair to the soles of his shoes. He, as a whole, was familiar yet a new face that appealed to everyone. Perhaps he saw in her daughter what Janeth only noticed now—loneliness. The longing to experience what Crockett could still offer. And Jane would always be there; nothing would happen to Matilda while her mother was around.

And the next day, she would enjoy the Crock Pot Luck for Matilda.

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Midnight Mass (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Father Paul Hill | Monsignor John Pruitt/Original Female Character(s), Father Paul Hill | Monsignor John Pruitt/Reader, Father Paul Hill | Monsignor John Pruitt/You, Mildred Gunning/Father Paul Hill | Monsignor John Pruitt, Sheriff Hassan (Midnight Mass)/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Father Paul Hill | Monsignor John Pruitt, Sheriff Hassan (Midnight Mass), Riley Flynn, Leeza Scarborough, Beverly Keane, Erin Greene (Midnight Mass), Mildred Gunning Additional Tags: POV Father Paul Hill | Monsignor John Pruitt, Witch - Freeform, Witch and Priest, Goth - Freeform, Horror, Drama & Romance, Breaking Celibacy Vows, Death, Sensuality, Sex, Bottom Father Paul Hill | Monsignor John Pruitt, hot priest, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Human/Vampire Relationship, Magic, Falling In Love Summary:

In a peaceful and secluded town, Father Paul Hill arrives as the new priest. He meets Jane, the owner of the café "Mystic Brews." Despite their differences, a special connection forms, unleashing an unexpected romance filled with challenges and mysteries.

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The Volturi Kings and Their Hesitation to Fall in Love with a Member of the Low Guard

Aro:

1. Initial Hesitation: Aro struggles with the idea of falling in love with a low guard member due to the potential complications it could create in his leadership role.

2. Drawn to Loyalty and Dedication: Aro is irresistibly drawn to the low guard member's unwavering loyalty and dedication to their duties, making it challenging for him to ignore his feelings.

3. Conflicting Desires: Aro grapples with conflicting desires – the longing for intimacy versus the need to maintain authority and unity among the Volturi.

4. Torn Loyalties: Aro is torn between his loyalty to the Volturi and his growing affection for the low guard member. He must navigate the delicate balance between his duty as a leader and his desire for a personal connection.

5. Manipulative Nature: Aro's manipulative tendencies come to the forefront as he tries to sway the situation to his advantage. He may use his powers to probe the minds of the other Kings to assess their feelings and strategies.

6. Fear of Vulnerability: Aro's ambitious and snobbish facade masks a fear of vulnerability. He worries that opening himself up to love might make him appear weak or emotionally exposed, which goes against his carefully crafted image.

7. Testing Boundaries: Aro pushes the limits of tradition within the Volturi, contemplating the idea of changing their long-standing rules regarding romantic relationships within the guard.

Marcus:

Resisting Emotional Attachments: Marcus is initially guarded, trying to resist forming emotional attachments and avoiding the potential complications of love with a low guard member.

2. Stirred by Uniqueness: The low guard member's uniqueness and charm stir Marcus' emotions, making him reconsider his stance on emotional detachment.

3. Confiding in Aro and Caius: Marcus confides in Aro and Caius about his growing feelings, seeking their advice and trying to understand his own emotions.

4. Longing for Companionship: Marcus longs for genuine companionship, and the low guard member's presence offers him a chance at finding true connection.

5. Overcoming Fear of Loss: Marcus fears losing the low guard member due to his reluctance to embrace love fully, and he struggles to overcome this fear to allow their relationship to grow.

6. Regret and Guilt: Marcus grapples with feelings of regret and guilt over his past actions, which may have contributed to the loss of his mate, Didyme. This emotional baggage affects his ability to fully embrace a new romantic relationship.

7. Longing for Closure: The low guard member's presence triggers a longing for closure regarding his past with Didyme. Marcus must confront his unresolved feelings while attempting to move forward with a new love interest.

8. Conflicting Desires: Marcus battles conflicting desires between maintaining his apathetic facade to shield himself from pain and allowing himself to feel happiness and love once more.

9. Bonding Over Shared Loss: The low guard member may have their own tragic past, which creates a unique bond with Marcus. They find solace in each other's company, offering understanding and support.

Caius:

1. Internal Struggle: Caius grapples with conflicting emotions, torn between his attraction to the low guard member and the fear of compromising his position as a ruler.

2. Fearing Judgment: Caius fears the judgment of others, worried about how their relationship could be perceived by the Volturi and whether it might undermine their authority.

3. Rare Moments of Tenderness: Despite his reservations, Caius exhibits rare moments of tenderness and affection towards the low guard member, revealing his deeper feelings.

4. Discussions with Other Kings: Caius seeks counsel from Aro and Marcus, discussing his emotional turmoil and seeking guidance on how to proceed.

5. Confronting Vulnerability: Caius must confront his own vulnerability and accept that falling in love is a risk he might have to take if he wants to pursue a relationship with the low guard member.

6. Angry: Caius is known for his short temper and easily triggered anger, which can create a tense atmosphere within the Volturi. This anger often masks his vulnerability and insecurities, including those related to the prospect of falling in love with a low guard member.

7. Rude: Caius tends to be blunt and rude in his interactions, unapologetically speaking his mind even if it hurts others' feelings. This brusque demeanor can be a challenge when navigating a delicate romantic relationship, as he may unintentionally hurt the low guard member with his harsh words while grappling with his feelings.

8. Past Heartbreak: Caius might have experienced heartbreak in the past, which intensifies his reluctance to fall in love again. The fear of repeating painful history haunts him.

9. Clashes with the Low Guard: Caius' anger and rude tendencies might lead to conflicts with the low guard member, creating tension and obstacles in their relationship.

10. Learning from the Low Guard: The low guard member's unwavering dedication and kindness challenge Caius to reevaluate his own attitudes and behavior, inspiring personal growth and introspection.

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JEREMY ALLEN WHITE as Carmy Berzatto

THE BEAR (SEASON 2)

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This is the ask where the Volturi kinds have a mate that sleeps naked right?? The link wasn't working on my laptop and it took me a while to figure it out

Good luck getting a singular moment of peaceful sleep if this is you, because there are three of them and one of you and they will argue over who gets to lay by your sides

One time, Caius was feeling selfish and would lay on top of you so that only he could have you, but this is something they all do at least once

It's not that big of an issue to you though, because its like a version of those weighted anxiety blankets that also loves you

You will be cold, no way around it, they quadruple layer up before cuddling you to sleep but they radiate ice temperatures (Seriously, you may as well snuggle an icicle)

You see that first part where i said 'good luck getting a singular moment of peaceful sleep'? Yeah, i'm gonna say that again because on the off chance that they don't get all territorial over who gets to spend time with their naked mate, the one's who lay with you (If they aren't busy, **cough cough** Aro) they're be tossing and turning the whole time

So good luck if you're a light sleeper, because they want you and are too distracted by you to think straight enough to remember that you need sleep (They've been out of the human game for a while now, they don't understand what an acceptable amount is)

"Please, Tesoro, you can stay awake for another hour. You can do it, i need to feel you please" - literally any of them

Caius secretly wants you to sleep nakey in his private studio so he can paint you. There will be two versions made, one to be shown off and bragged about with a blanket covering certain areas, and one for their eyes only if you're comfortable with that.

Every day is a struggle

Aro is personally offended when you take a nap without telling them, or go to sleep without saying goodnight because "Cara mia, why are you depriving me of seeing you?" and needs reassurance you're not mad and was just tired

Marcus would definitely use this as a way to keep you human for longer, because he knows damn well that you're irresistable to all of them and Aro and Caius will hold off on turning you if it means you get to continue this for a while

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FORBIDDEN - Father Paul Hill/John Pruitt fanfiction

Chapter 1 - Mystic Brews

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In the peaceful and secluded town of Crockett Island, where the sound of breaking waves and the aroma of salty air filled the atmosphere, the arrival of a new priest brought a sense of renewed faith to the community. Father Paul Hill, a man of gentle temperament and unwavering devotion, had been assigned as the new priest at Saint Patrick's Parish. Little did he know that his life was about to take an unexpected turn.

At the heart of the island, hidden among charming streets and picturesque buildings, stood a cozy coffee shop called "Mystic Brews." Run by a mysterious woman named Isabella, it was a place where locals and visitors sought comfort in the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, stuffed pastries, and other delights that only this place had the privilege to savor. Unknown to the rest of the world, Isabella was no ordinary woman. She was a witch, endowed with magical abilities that she kept well-hidden from prying eyes. Therefore, her personality was marked by professionalism and introversion when it came to personal conversations.

That day was marked by the presence of the new priest, who had come to replace Monsignor Pruitt, who was unable to return to Crockett Island due to his delicate health condition. Mystic Brews quickly filled up with a few faithful followers who came directly from Saint Patrick's, as they were frequent customers. Even though the number was small, the cozy coffee shop welcomed them with open doors, as the demand was not as high as in the big city. But Jane managed the place with ease, as there were not many expenses and she perfectly controlled the supplies.

As the time passed, the number of people in the coffee shop gradually decreased, which was quite usual. Sometimes she received orders that she delivered before the lunch hour, when Mystic Brews had no clientele.

Standing behind the counter, putting some croissants in the display case that had just come out of the oven, Jane finished her little task while waiting for lunchtime to close the coffee shop and make her deliveries around the Island. A sound interrupted her lost gaze at the floor and led her directly to the laptop, which was signaling a FaceTime call.

"Sasha," she pronounced the name that shone on the screen, while checking the Wi-Fi before answering to make sure the call wouldn't drop this time.

"Hi! Finally, Jane, this island's Wi-Fi is terrible. I almost sent you a letter; I might have received a reply before managing to make a call with you," Sasha laughed, taking the phone with her as she walked down the street.

"Wow, a new way to say I live at the end of the world," Jane rolled her eyes with a smile, adjusting the webcam so that Sasha could see her better.

Sasha agreed, pursing her lips, as she had no shame in voicing her opinion about her younger sister's life, and Jane pretended to care about the criticisms, but deep down, she didn't care at all about pleasing her sister. The young witch knew that Sasha followed the strict and intrusive steps of their mother.

"I'm sorry, J. But you know this place is the end of the world," Sasha admitted. "I think even the countryside would be less difficult to live in. A weirdly named island that smells like fish and is sinking further into misery."

Jane could be offended, but she chose to focus her annoyance on the place itself and the people who lived there, some of whom she had grown to like. Erin Greene, her dear friend, was one of them.

"I don't know how you manage to keep this book cafe running without sinking into debt and everything else," her older sister commented.

Jane took a deep breath, hoping her mind wouldn't be disturbed by the thoughtless words her sister so casually uttered without considering their impact. The gods knew that she wouldn't want those words to be overheard by any island resident, even though they were used to criticisms, or by her eight-year-old daughter, Matilda. The little girl had taken a liking to the place since they arrived a few months ago.

"I managed one of the Mystic Brews branches in Chicago, so cut me some slack. This was our grandmother's project and dream in her youth, before she came here to live with our grandfather. But she loved this place just as much, and she loved the people here. I'm proud to fulfill my part in her will and use it to escape the city and build her dream in the place she loved. This isn't the original Mystic Brews, but it certainly has Millie's essence." Jane wisely replied to her sister, silencing her for a moment to reflect on her thoughtless judgments.

"I understand, J," Sasha mumbled. "But I imagined you would want to pursue bigger ambitions before settling in a place like this that has nothing for you or Tilda."

Jane sighed.

"Matilda is happy here, she has few friends, but she helps me a lot. And she has a home surrounded by the ocean, trees, and books. Since the internet access is a disaster," Jane laughed. "But I see that it's enough for now. Away from the city's noise, from the hustle and bustle... from Howie..."

"And from her family," Sasha completed.

Jane sighed.

"Not from her family," Sasha. "We do the best we can-"

Jane's argument was cut off by the ringing of a bell coming from the door, announcing the entrance of a new customer. She looked up to see the tall, slender, and timid figure of a man with dark hair and a white collar around his neck.

He was a priest.

"Morning...! Hello," he smiled timidly, entering the place, carrying a leather bag and wearing a gray cardigan.

Jane corrected her posture, feeling a little awkward due to the unexpected presence. She gave a courteous smile.

"Hi! Welcome, feel free to make yourself comfortable, Father."

He alternated his gaze between her and some empty tables, taking a seat, still feeling shy as the place was new and quiet.

"Work is calling you!" Sasha said amidst the buzzing of the city, as she was still walking on the street during the video call.

Jane promptly turned her attention back to her sister, giving her a nod with a forced smile before ending the call. She stepped down from the stool behind the counter and slowly made her way to the jukebox.

The priest looked curiously from his seat at the surroundings. The plants, the organized and displayed books for customers' reading, the pastries in the showcase, the smell of coffee from the machine – all of it gave him a sense of being at home.

In the background, he heard the jukebox's volume rise as the music began, and now Mystic Brews was less quiet and more inviting than it had seemed before. He watched in silence, a gentle smile on his face, as the young woman glided in her boots toward the counter and him, holding a menu in her hands.

"Maybe you already have something in mind to order, but still, I'll leave the menu with you to check out the options, in case you want something different from the usual and simple: coffee," she handed it to him, and he thanked her with a nod.

"Oh, thank you. The place is very inviting; I understand now why the parishioners spoke so highly of it," Father Paul Hill smiled, glancing over the menu. "I'm Father Paul Hill, by the way. I've come to temporarily replace Monsignor John Pruitt."

Jane vaguely remembered the figure of Monsignor, but not as much, as he had left Crockett Island shortly before she had noticed.

"Ah, yes, a figure of great influence here on the island. But I only knew him by sight," she replied.

Father Paul Hill furrowed his brow. "Really? You didn't attend his Masses?" he asked carefully.

Jane hesitated, but she answered, "I'm not a churchgoer, exactly... Well, I don't go to church. I don't believe in..."

He adjusted his posture, arching his eyebrows, and Jane imagined she had made Father Paul uncomfortable with her pagan and unbelieving presence.

"Forgive me," Father Paul said politely, surprising her. Forgive? "I couldn't have imagined, of course. But I shouldn't have assumed you had to be religious..."

Jane promptly reassured him, "It's alright, Father. I understand that such assumptions are common on an island where the heart lies in the Parish."

He smiled gently, nodding his head to look at the menu again and order something to satisfy his hunger.

"Well, I'll have the coffee..." He looked at Jane and let out a nearly inaudible laugh. "A croissant with salted caramel, and toast with egg and oregano. Please..."

"Jane,"

"Yes, yes... Jane," He said sweetly "Please, Jane."

The atmosphere was now calm and more relaxed. He watched Jane nod in agreement and leave to prepare his order. Father Paul took out his sacred book, a notepad, and a pen from his bag. With Neil Diamond's "Holly Holy" playing from the jukebox, he felt less anxious, now casually at peace in the presence of his thoughts, all focused on his future sermons. The aroma of coffee and fresh eggs filled the air.

Jane observed him curiously, happy to have another customer, especially someone who seemed pleasant and new to the place.

In the back of the coffee shop, behind some shelves, huddled and curious, was a little something with eyes fully fixated on the newly arrived figure of Father Paul Hill.

Jane's calm and melodious voice resounded, "Matilda...? Where are you, dear?"

AN: Thank you for reading my fanfiction with John Pruitt. Hopes you enjoy it and stay here, bexause it'll be more. Like and reblog if you like it, I'll love to know your opinion.

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Volturi Leaders' Jealousy Over Their Human Beloveds

Aro:

Aro is known for his cunning and manipulation, but when it comes to his human beloved, he becomes vulnerable and protective.

He values loyalty above all else and becomes jealous when he senses someone getting too close to his beloved.

Aro doesn't like to share his attention with anyone else, and anyone who dares to flirt with his beloved can expect his cold and commanding reaction.

Marcus:

Marcus, normally apathetic, shows surprising emotion when it comes to his human beloved.

He is highly sensitive to the slightest hint of interest from other men in his beloved, and though he tries to hide it, his jealousy is evident in his disapproving gaze.

Marcus is not possessive, but he wants more than anything to protect his beloved from the pain and suffering that the world can bring her.

Caius:

Caius is known for his impatience and explosive temper, but with his human beloved, he shows a more controlled yet still jealous side.

He easily gets irritated by any perceived threat to his relationship with his beloved, and his imposing presence makes others think twice before approaching her.

Despite his possessive behavior, Caius is also extremely protective and will do anything to ensure the safety and happiness of his beloved.

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yeah, i need more of him! I loved Andy's acting, also, he's so finee

Why is there never enough Alfred?😢

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Clothes Maketh Man || Volturi Kings (HC)

Requested by @the-witch-of-minds : "helloo, hope you're having a good day <3 can I request a headcanon with the leaders? They reacting to their S/O aesthetic style/outfits. Like, what we wear tells a lot about our personality, so I think it's a great idea! I prepared an aesthetic to each leader, but if you wanna change, it's okay! Marcus reacting to his mate with dark academia style; Aro reacting to artsy style, and Caius with grunge... Pleasee, thank uuu 🤎"

Hello there darling, I am having a bit of a stressful day if I'm going to be honest. Lots to do, yet so little time. I very much agree with your notion that how we dress says a lot about us as people. Lucky for you Volterran-Wine is a bit of a fashion nerd so this is right up my alley. I legitimately had to google/pinterest "Artsy Clothing Style", because I just kept imagining this poor S/O covered with paint splatters. And I do not think that is what you were going for.

𝐀𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰.

𝐀𝐫𝐨 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢

I believe that Aro would love how colourful this style is. The little nods to a bygone era also tickles his fancy. He thinks his S/O looks quite cute in their exuberant outfits; a ray of sunshine almost.

My headcanon is that Aro has attempted to jump on all of the most popular trends that have happened through the ages. Some have worked out better for him than others, personally he thinks he has always looked amazing; his brothers might disagree and say that not everything is court-appropriate. What I'm getting at, is that Aro has a huge closet filled with treasure... and he is more than willing to share.

Aro is no stranger to looking eccentric, so I do believe he can go along with his S/O's style. Personally he might mourn the lack of jewels and velvets, but he appreciates the bright colours. I talk about how I think Aro can pull off anything in this post, and that includes the artsy style. Nobody understands how it is possible for a 3000+ year old vampire to make it work, but he does.

"These patterns are quite tame, love. You do not have something more elaborate?" "... You think bright green stripes is tame?" "... I wear emerald green paisley with gold trimming and leather gloves on a daily basis." "You have a point."

𝐂𝐚𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢

At first glance Caius might think that the style in itself is quite strange? The amount of rips and holes in just about everything confuses him to no end, why would you ruin your own clothes? They are supposed to be well made and last??? I do headcanon him as being quite up to date however, so he will begrudgingly go along with it once his S/O explains it to him.

There are not many grunge-approved clothing pieces in Caius' wardrobe. However, he will gladly share some of the silver jewellery he has collected through the years. He loves watching them combine it with some of their more special occasion outfits.

Now, Caius might not wish to completely match with his mate. I have described how I believe he dresses in this moodboard. However, he can be persuaded into a leather jacket, button down shirt, dark jeans and some smart shoes. If his mate asks very nicely he will pull his hair into a messy bun or a ponytail to complete the look. He ends up looking like the most put together grunge that has ever existed.

"How do you feel?" "... Exceptionally casual from what I usually wear " "Well, most people do not wear capes and cloaks on a daily basis." "I am a king and should dress accordingly." "I know, but you look very handsome right now." "... Well... I think its time that we left don't you think?" "Sure, Sure-"

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢

The first time he sees his S/O all dressed up he was quite charmed. He might just pull a joke about how they almost looked more like a vampire than he did.

Marcus finds it endearing that his mate is quite fond of vintage pieces. There are multiple people in the coven that has a keen interest in fashion, so the king might personally introduce his S/O to them. I headcanon that Demetri also is quite fond of this style, while Marcus can be quite busy; the tracker will tell his mate all about the small shops you can get the best clothes. He might also ask Renata if she is willing to knit his mate some well made, comfortable sweaters and vests in their favourite colours.

Honestly, I think Marcus' casual style is quite Dark Academia. Perhaps he would give off a more... professor type of vibe? But definitely can picture him matching with his significant other while out and about. I have no problem imagining him in a nice tweed blazer, waistcoat, button up and tie. Will look very classy besides his S/O. When he is very casual he might forgo the blazer and roll up his shirt sleeves and pop a couple of buttons open on his shirt, but keeping the waistcoat.

"Dear, is that my blazer you are wearing?" "... Yes." "You do know we have both personal tailors and seamstresses that would gladly create your own clothing?" "Perhaps, but this one has your scent on it..." "..." "Also, don't you like seeing your clothes on me?" "... Yes, I do."

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