intothewildblueyonder
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- Conclave - Robert Harris (12)
- Conclave (2024) (12)
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again and again/even though we know love's landscape by intothewildblueyonder for starboardtack
Fandoms: Conclave (2024), Conclave - Robert Harris
02 Nov 2025
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Proverbs 17:17 makes it clear - a friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for adversity.
Or: there is nothing Thomas Lawrence would not do for the man he loves above all others.
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who made the world? who made the swan? by intothewildblueyonder for snailest
Fandoms: Conclave (2024), Conclave - Robert Harris
26 Oct 2025
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Thomas Lawrence is twenty when - in his loneliness, and his misery, and his terrible desire to be touched - he begins to dream that someone loves him.
The conclave is over, but the dreams have returned.
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kiss the skin (that crawls from you) by intothewildblueyonder for snailest
Fandoms: Conclave (2024), Conclave - Robert Harris
14 Oct 2025
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"Let me help.” A hundred years or so from now, I believe, a famous novelist will write a classic using that theme. He'll recommend those three words even over “I love you."
- Star Trek, 'The City on the Edge of Forever'Pope Innocentius may be, as the papers say, pure, unblemished, a saint in human form - but Vincent Benítez is very much a man, and wants nothing more than to go home.
Thomas Lawrence will see him through, no matter the cost.
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- Part 3 of maketh the man
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a not admitting of the wound by intothewildblueyonder for kookoofufu
Fandoms: Conclave (2024), Conclave - Robert Harris
21 Sep 2025
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Their affair, although Thomas balks at the word, begins in the heat of a Roman summer.
Thomas Lawrence has never got everything he ever wanted, but he has come very close - and in a way, that is far worse.
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if you bet on a losing dog by intothewildblueyonder for snailest
Fandoms: Conclave (2024), Conclave - Robert Harris
24 Jun 2025
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Thomas clears his throat. "We have held hands. Yesterday, after Compline, he kissed me. There has not been anything else.”
“Kissed you?”
Thomas studiously tips his head upward, avoiding all eye contact. “Yes. Not for very long.”
“Was it any good?”
“Aldo!”
“Worth a shot.” Aldo grins. “You could get some real money with his admirers, you know. There’s a lot of young women out there wanting to know how the prettiest Pope to ever grace the See might kiss.”
“Well.” With a certain primness Thomas folds his hands together. “I’m afraid they would have to go through me first.”
Oh, John, Aldo thinks. Beloved, beloved.
(Aldo Bellini can do without the papacy, but he cannot do without Thomas).
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walk hand in hand with faith by intothewildblueyonder
Fandom: Conclave (2024), Conclave - Robert Harris
11 Jun 2025
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maketh the man by intothewildblueyonder
Fandom: Conclave (2024), Conclave - Robert Harris
14 Oct 2025
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Lestat's frown deepens. “My God, Louis!” he says. “I am not some petty voyeur. My motives are noble. My heart is unselfish. Frankly this is an act of chivalry. Please take off your pants.”
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Bookmarked by intothewildblueyonder
28 Oct 2025
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The kid is in his twenties, which is a relief, at least. Not technically a kid at all. He’d been expecting much worse. After all, the words that O’Malley had used danced neatly around the idea of a scandal. If it were any other cardinal, this wouldn’t be much of a scandal in the first place—so long as it didn’t get out, of course. But it’s just so… absurd.
or: A young man comes to Rome confessing to an affair with a cardinal. As Secretary of State, Aldo's on clean-up duty.
Bookmarked by intothewildblueyonder
13 Sep 2025
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The farmer may treasure his fattest calf, all plump on its rump and with the sweetest mewling. The farmer may pet it, soothe it, bring it into his arm in a gentle, paternal embrace—until the calf forgets itself, believing itself to be a man, a son. Yet no amount of pretence lasts forevermore.
Eventually, the son will return. Not even a prodigal one, but the true protégé.
When he does, the farmer will once more stroke the underbelly of the calf with worn, gentle hands before leading it to the butcher’s knife. A slaughter to celebrate the return of his son.
Aldo looks upon his butcher.
Tedesco gazes back.(Following the end of the conclave, Tedesco reveals his knowledge of Aldo’s secret to him. Aldo finds himself to be a docile beast led to the butcher’s hand.)
Bookmarked by intothewildblueyonder
24 Jul 2025