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Ever see, ever be, ever know my heart by yourcryinghost
Fandoms: Conclave (2024), Conclave - Robert Harris
08 Mar 2025
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“I have coffee at home.” Lawrence says before the implications of what he says could really sink into his mind.
“Oh.”
He probably should not have said that. Not with his current state of emotional affairs.
He clears his throat and clenches to a piece of paper he is holding onto, “yeah, ughm,” he underlines some words on the paper pressing into it slightly more than needed. He hopes to sound nonchalant and distant. This is like offering a colleague to take a coffee break. Everyone does it all the time. Maybe they can gossip near the water cooler later. Or whatever, “I mean, if Your Holiness does indeed not have any other plans for the evening, we could… fill in the time.”
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23 May 2026
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“I know this is difficult. I know you do not like this. But you are starving yourself, Thomas, and God would not see you starved. I would not see you starved.”
Thomas wonders what it says about him that one of those means more than the other— and what it means that this does not bother him as it should, this blasphemous thought, this sacrilegious reprioritization.
“I do not wish to argue with you, my dear Vincent,” Thomas says, voice quiet. “Your concern is kind, but— I am afraid this is only how I am.”
Vincent squeezes his hands.
“You are not your punishments,” Vincent tells him, firm, warm, insistent. “You are not your denial. You are not your sacrifice, Thomas, nor your hunger. You are not your starvation.” His hands shake Thomas’s, a rattle to keep his attention. “You are Thomas. You are human, and you are starving, and you should not be.”
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05 May 2026
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Aldo Bellini and the Tomb of Saint Mark by wherewiltthouroam
Fandoms: Conclave (2024), Conclave - Robert Harris
11 Jun 2026
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"You could always seduce him."
"He's a priest," Aldo scoffed.
"So?"
Aldo flopped back onto the couch and threw an arm across his eyes.
"I'm not going to fuck a priest, Giulio."
"Why not? You seduce him and he lets you open the tomb because of how good your dick is, or you seduce him and then you blackmail him into letting you open the tomb. Either way you get what you want."
He didn't want to blackmail a priest, or fuck one, but he couldn't deny the logic.
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02 May 2026
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“How can Montreal be snowed in?” Ilya asks. “They are not ready for winter?”
“It’s Montreal, man,” Marleau snickers, like that's an explanation.
Jane- 9:44 a.m.- Look on the bright side. If you’re stuck another day, you can come back here.
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After Ilya leaves Shane’s apartment for the first time, he knows he’s on thin ice and at risk of falling into more serious feelings. He’s ready to put distance back between them.
A Montreal blizzard has other ideas.
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25 Apr 2026
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Lawrence never expected to be chosen Pope, but when the Conclave votes for him, he accepts reluctantly. The demands of the papacy weigh heavily on him, more than any previous role did. Benitez is the one with the most faith in him. He would offer Lawrence anything to help ease the burden.
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23 Apr 2026