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She was indeed very pretty, but that was because it was Graham behind all those feminine features.
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Hand-In-Hand Through Their Parklife by beetlegramz
Fandoms: Blur (Band), British Singers RPF
12 Feb 2026
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Damon is a lonely student of music at Goldsmiths University of London while he works as a burgeoning door-to-door salesman alongside Phil, who he spends most of his week with. Graham is studying art at the same university, bored with his monotonous life and afraid to take the leap forward with his craft. When they meet, they’re suddenly excited at the prospect of finally having a friend. Still, they’re bewildered at the butterflies spreading in their stomach every time they spend time together. Hopefully, they won’t have to deal with it for long…
Or: Damon falls hopelessly in love during an uneasy time in his life.
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14 Feb 2026
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Thomas’ eyes blink open, then fall on Vincent.
“Vincent,” he murmurs blearily, voice hoarse. Then, he seems to register he's in his own apartment, outside of the Vatican. He rockets onto his elbows. “Vincent! What—”
Vincent holds up the apartment key. “I let myself in. I hope you don't mind.”
“Of course not! But—how did you get here?”
“I walked.”
“Through Rome?”
“Well, I didn't walk through Venice.”
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Thomas and Vincent test the limits of their self-control. (It’s rapidly dwindling, given they have the keys to each other’s apartments.)
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- Part 2 of Nasoni
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09 Jan 2026
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“It seemed cruel,” Thomas says, “for you to have not seen Rome properly. And so you shall.”
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Thomas and Vincent sneak out of the Vatican to spend an anonymous day in Rome.
(Also, Vincent doesn't want Thomas to resign. Thomas doesn't want to go.)
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- Part 1 of Nasoni
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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.”