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Conclave fic writers,
First of all: I love you. Every single one. None of you have ever done a single thing wrong, ever.
That said, we have got to find a solution to the Italian dialogue problem.
Once again, I love you, but you cannot be using Google translate for significant dialogue AND not putting translations in so your readers have to go back and untranslate it piecemeal while reading.
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Taking a shot at "Conclave" fic, as promised:
More Certain Than the Light
(Pairing: Benítez/Lawrence; Rating: M; Word Count: 8,000)
Teaser:
Benítez tilts his head a fraction closer, conspiratorial. “It’s a pity our devices have been confiscated for the time that we’re sequestered here. I would’ve suggested sneaking off to exchange more music recommendations since you’ve demonstrated taste.”
“Dally any longer, and I fear neither of us will be in anyone’s good graces,” Thomas replies as O’Malley as he sweeps past. “But I would’ve…” He glances furtively at Benítez; for an instant, it’s the thrill of misbehaving at seminary again. “I would’ve liked that.”
“There’s a computer in the office.”
“We’d have to cross Sister Agnes.”
“Ah. Never mind that idea, then.”
Oh, the things I would’ve liked had we been young men together, Thomas thinks wistfully as they approach the dining room. I would’ve liked you.
[Fic by @captain-athos ❤️💜]
Lawrence has to take Ray’s hands into his own first. They’re trembling, though it’s only apparent when they’re skin to skin, and he can feel the faint but persistent shudder as Ray tries to fight down whatever it is that’s bothering him.
He runs a thumb across Ray’s knuckles, hoping it will soothe the palpable anxiety radiating from the man. Ray’s eyes flutter closed, and he takes a shaky breath.
“I’m alright,” he says.
“Are there any lies you’d care to confess, Monsignor O’Malley?”
Even keeping his tone light doesn’t help the joke to land - Ray squeezes his eyes shut, and his breath hitches.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers.
What is it about Ray’s treacherous mind that does this to him? Takes a simple error and twists it into something with teeth and claws.
“Ray,” says Lawrence, more gently this time, “Ray, look at me.”
He cradles Ray’s face instead, watches as he gasps softly, grey eyes peeking cautiously out at him.
“Sweet Ray,” he continued, tracing a thumb over his cheek, “you’ve done so well. This isn’t your fault.”
“But - but your Eminence-”
“You did the best you could. You always do the best you can. You’re a good man, Ray.”
“Eminence-”
Ray sighs the word into existence, chases Lawrence’s palm with his cheek.
“Come here.”
Lawrence steps in closer, and Ray obediently opens his arms to welcome him in, rests shaky hands on Lawrence’s waist.
Lawrence has to stand up on his toes, but he does it anyway, guiding Ray’s lips to his own. He lets his fingertips dig in a little to the soft skin around Ray’s jaw, knowing how much he likes to be held fast, how much he trusts himself to be handled and manipulated when he’s in Lawrence’s hands.
There’s a whimper against his mouth, and Lawrence finds himself smiling.
“Good boy, Ray,” he murmurs against warm lips, “good boy.”
[ID: Digital illustration of Thomas and Ray in their choral clothing, sharing a kiss. Ray is the one holding Thomas but the latter is the one leasing him, hands on his cheek, digging in a little, grounding him. They share a smile. /End ID]
Sometimes I have to remind myself that this is a movie that had a director and all, do you guys think that Edward Berger specifically went to Sergio "yeah, you gotta look all intimidating and hot too while you take a puff of the cherry vape we got you."
Also, what's with the fact that they had to get him a red vape, lol, like a little kid that refuses to participate in class unless he's handled a lollipop every now and then.
conclave college profs au im cooking up
bellesco because obviously these old men are the main pairing
aldo as the “my life is an open book” prof who overshares about his wonderful husband, and goffredo being the “if you want to know about my life you can talk to the brick wall next to you” who is only there to yap about course related things.
vincent is obviously the head of the department and maybe thomas works in the library??? idk he gives me librarian vibes. raymond being a english literature professor but knows everyone and him and thomas gossip at the library. my fav gossip duo.
im thinking maybe this fic follows two ta’s. maybe boyfriends??? or best friends. either way one ta’s for aldo and the other for goffredo. they see aldo kiss goffredo on the cheek one day as he leaves his husbands office and they think he is cheating on his husband with the grumpy goffredo.
shenanigans ensue as they try to find aldo’s husband to tell him about the cheating. raymond and thomas and vincent are eating up this drama like popcorn.
writing this idea down while having a break between laser tag games. i know this is not a original idea but i will force this au onto these men.
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me: *has current conclave wips i badly want to finish*
also my mind: ok but what if lawrenitez portrait of a lady on fire au where it’s set in the early days of christianity or something and vincent gets elected pope and thomas is a painter assigned to do his portrait but vincent does not want himself to be painted so thomas poses as his companion to memorize his features and they fall in love and thomas reveals that he’s actually painting him and vincent is not satisfied with the way he has portrayed him so he agrees to pose for a portrait and they fall in love and kiss and more but vincent is still the pope and thomas is merely a painter and vincent asks for thomas’ self portrait on one of his notebooks which he does and the day comes where they have to separate and vincent asks him to turn around one last time and thomas sees him in papal white before leaving and years later thomas finds another portrait of vincent holding a notebook opened on page 28 where he drew himself and years later he sees him again in the distance where the song that played in a moment they have together all those years ago is playing but vincent does not turn around.
touch-starved and yearny lawrenitez
(written at work for a fic, in progress!)
bellesco — lawyers au
The Trial
Ch1 – La notizia di reato. Difensore.
Rating: E
Ship: Bellesco
Characters: Aldo Bellini, Goffredo Tedesco, Vincent Benítez, Thomas Lawrence
Tags: Lawyers AU, Legal Drama, Slow Burn, Crime Scenes, Graphic Description of Corpses
Language: russian upd: english!
Alright, so I’m finally putting this little story idea out there — it’s been stuck in my head for a week.
Not a writer btw, I’m just an artist, so don’t take it too seriously. Still figuring out the tags, I’ll add those later...
Summary:
