Turtlecreeper007
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Body swapping, uh oh by lustr_io, Turtlecreeper007
Fandoms: Conclave (2024), Conclave - Robert Harris, A Bigger Splash (2015)
31 Mar 2025
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Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now by Bishop_Cerula (Hermes_baby) for yuhlena
Fandoms: Conclave (2024)
22 Apr 2025
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Thomas has never been better thank you. He's even doing his washing up see?
Thomas absolutely just going insane for 2.5k words because Enjoy the Silence has eaten me alive in the same way 21 Syllables has.
Bookmarked by Turtlecreeper007
08 Sep 2025
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Suicide is a sin. Don't you know that?
Bookmarked by Turtlecreeper007
05 Sep 2025
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“There is a time for every purpose under Heaven. You can't always worry if you don't get to relax.”
“I understand relaxation. You have gifted it to me.”
“No,” Tedesco says, kissing his lips. “You need to find it within yourself. We see each other too sporadically for it to be healthy.”
“I'm self sufficient. I can tell what's good for me and what's not,” he states, closing his eyes and picturing himself at the hospital again. Thomas lies so easily it becomes his biggest sin. The venomous words fall out of his mouth effortlessly, like lines in a well-rehearsed play. “I am fine."
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- Part 2 of rosaries of saliva
Bookmarked by Turtlecreeper007
05 Sep 2025
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Yet does not one in a heap of ruins stretch out his hand, or in his disaster therefore cry out for help? (Job 30:24) by despanningstijgt
Fandoms: Conclave (2024), Conclave - Robert Harris
22 Jun 2025
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Thomas witnesses something terrible not long after the conclave. it triggers a psychotic break, and his friends help him pick up the pieces.
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02 Sep 2025
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they know the way to be happy by woodsmokedjuniper
Fandoms: Conclave (2024), Conclave - Robert Harris
23 Jun 2025
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Thomas shifted slowly, hauling himself upright on shaky hands to rest his head against Vincent’s shoulder, staving off the wave of vertigo with a groan. His head was curled up into Vincent’s collar as they sat on the cold marble floor, lit by the faraway light of a bedside lamp. Vincent ran a gentle hand across Thomas’s back in smoothing circles, whispering calming words into his ear as he held Thomas close to his chest.
Thomas’s breath hitched with the stress of the early hour: overwhelmed, in pain, and utterly miserable. The burning tears began to fall. Vincent stroked a hand down Thomas’s face, attempting to dry his tears with gentle fingers until his hand grew damp from the falling tears.
“I’m here now, I’m here. I won’t leave you. I’m right here, mi amor.”
[Or; Thomas is taken ill in the night. Vincent looks after him. Domesticity ensues.]
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02 Sep 2025