Night

She

[pizarniknight]

This Aldo and this young Goffredo who found a sugar daddy to pay for his medical degree. Regardless of whether his sugar daddy is the same age as his father. (Tedesco wants something; he just needs a few more tantrums to get it handed to him on a silver platter)

[pizarniknight]

Tengo tantas ideas con este personajes de Ralph.

For example, two: The first idea is that Gabriel arrives at Gustav's Hotel with her husband Frank (a role played by Sergio Castellito), Frank is a typical Italian mobster who, for his wife's birthday, decides to take him to the grand, luxurious hotel in Budapest.

Gustav meets Gabriel at reception and is hypnotized by his beauty, his body, and his beautiful face. So he tries to flirt with him all night, bringing him to his room bottles of Pink Champagne more expensive than three cars of the time combined, flowers, and gourmet food. However, Gabriel politely declined, stating that he had already tried everything and that his husband had gotten it for him. A furious Gustav finally invites him to dinner after a few days (meanwhile, Frank still hasn't arrived at the hotel. He's doing business in Italy). Finally, at that dinner, he pulls out all his flirting cards: sweet words, glances, caresses whenever possible, and his trump card: adulterating the drink. Does it work? Of course. Finally, at the end of dessert, Gabriel invites him into his room, so Gustav excitedly carries him to his room and throws him on the bed while he undresses. He won't miss the opportunity to be with such a cute guy, so after undressing, he takes Gabriel's clothes off and finds that he has both a penis and a vagina. It's the first time he's ever seen someone like this. Gabriel thinks that Gustav would be disgusted by him, and would leave. But Gustav's words are: "Charming, double prize!" Having sex all night, through the early morning and into the dawn. Until the next day, while Gabriel and Gustav are sleeping together naked, Frank arrives at the hotel, he enters the assigned room and sees the two of them together. So Frank ordered his men to give Gustav the beating of his life (leaving him like in the photo, and worse), meanwhile the was inspecting the area to make sure they didn't even let him breathe, he listened as Gabriel explained that the drink was adulterated and that he forced him to have sex. To which Gustav replies: "My dear, I don't think that drink is so adulterated, you even said that your husband couldn't get it up like I do." What did he get? Two teeth knocked out with one punch. So the Zero (the bellboy in the movie) had to come and get him out of the room because they left him facing south.

And did Frank leave that scene over? Not at all, nobody would touch his precious and fragile wife (without admitting that he's about 40 years older than him). So he decides to plan a scene where Gustav dies mysteriously on the road. When Gabriel finds out about this plan, he decides to warn Gustav. (While all this was happening, Gustav sent the lobby boy to investigate who Frank and Gabriel were. The news was not good, because with the information he obtained, he hammered the final nail into his grave. Frank Paterno is the most important mafioso in all of Italy, with various contacts in intelligence services throughout Europe. So yes, he could start writing his will now. On the other hand, his wife Gabriel, a 20-year-old, was a seminarian who, after meeting Frank, abandoned religion and became the most famous and mysterious wife in all of Italy. (undoubtedly, also rich)). Now, he has to find a way to hide from Frank Paterno And his lying wife, because they will most likely nail him to a stake at the top of the Hotel. And I'm pretty sure Zero will want to call the police because he slept with a 20-year-old boy or girl. The youngest person he ever slept with was 30, but 20? Which is unthinkable for him. he even feels he has to go and apologize to Gabriel.

In the following days, he hid perfectly while that mobster couple remained settled in the hotel. Sometimes he would go out in the early hours of the morning, to do what any decent person would do; I already had a plan to go and spy on that beautiful person, Although it sounds very cruel, it was all to save his neck. Either that mobster with the hideous mustache stops chasing and searching for him to kill him, or he will tell the press the "condition" of his beloved, beautiful, innocent, sweet, provocative...wife.

What did you think of the first part? I really want to write a fanfic about this couple; I see potential in it.

(This is how Gustav looked after the beating)

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Vincent: Thomas, look at me.

Thomas: *ignores it*

Vincent: For the last time, Thomas, I can't sit on your face for a whole hour. You're going to suffocate.

Thomas:

Thomas: Just tell me you don't love me anymore, okay? Just say it.

Vincent: DIOOOOOOS LLEVAMEEEEE

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familia: como te va en tu carrera? Ya has sacado algún diez?!

Yo con cinco parciales encima, dos presentaciones, los profes de paro y no dan clases, sin dormir bien al menos una semana, con tres sabores distintos de café en la sangre: a ustedes que les parece?

[pizarniknight]

Aldo never kissed Goffredo on that mouth....

*Holy See Dining Room*

Thomas: My God, when will this Conclave end? I can't wait to get out of these walls. *sits next to Aldo*

Aldo: You said it, I can't even stand how Tedesco breathes anymore. *takes a sip of his coffee* This coffee is really good, would you like to try it?

Thomas: Of course *grabs the coffee cup* *takes a sip* hm....it has a peculiar flavor, like cherries. Amazing.

Aldo: That's strange, according to the sisters it's chocolate... *He realizes* oh....

Thomas: *without realizing it* I must have gotten so old that I can't even taste things anymore.

Aldo: No, no Thomas, it's just that...

Tedesco: Cardinal brothers! *He pats Thomas on the back and squeezes Aldo's shoulder with one hand* Enjoying their breakfast!

Thomas: *coughs* That's Goffredo for you..

Tedesco: *Look at Aldo* My dear, last night was wonderful. I hope we can do it again. Your mouth is wonderful.

Aldo:......

Tedesco: Next time, you should kiss me! I'm jealous that you only kiss down there! *Laughter* Addio fratelli!

Aldo: *Red as a tomato, look at Thomas* It's not what you think, Thomas...

Thomas: Please tell me you kissed him on the mouth, before I go and wash my mouth out with a dog brush... *moves the cup away from her mouth*

Aldo:.... Which mouth are we talking about exactly?

Thomas:

(That night, Thomas asks Sister Agnes to order disinfectant, bleach, and concentrated chlorine to wash all the cups used by Aldo.)

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Aldo: Thomas, que crees que haces?

Thomas: Ha, hola Aldo, es una nueva pose de yoga para no caer en el abismo de la locura eminente y seguir los pasos de mis antepasados.

Aldo;...... Y porque hay un libro de "danza de apareamientos de aves edición: Latinoamérica" a un lado?

Thomas:.... Servirá o no la danza?

Aldo:... Su santidad está haciendo el mismo baile de apareamiento...son almas gemelas.

[toothlickpick]

the conclave book constantly emphasizes how being a pope is basically a lonely death sentence. cardinals close to being elected pope are isolated out of respect and awe, popes can't go out to eat at their favorite restaurants or go on strolls, they're constantly targeted as the head of the church etc..

the book frames benitez as, literally and symbolically, a 60ish year old boy who has no idea what hes getting into. he stumbles to think of a name when he gets elected pope, begs lomelli to stay with him to guide him, and even the smallest papal clothes literally do not fit him because he's so tiny. he's framed with a childlike awe and openness needed to lead the church through dark and cynical times

i think another genius moment for the movie is that it frames benitez in almost the opposite direction. movie benitez is quiet and contemplative. he likes lomelli, but in the same way an angel would favor a prophet. he's the only one to care about His Holiness' turtles and see their virtue despite their apparent stupidity, which is obviously a reflection of how His Holiness saw the cardinals and the rest of the Kingdom of God. From the very beginning, he is isolated from the other cardinals, never really shown to discuss things with anyone other than lawrence. In the end when he scolds tedesco, you dont get the impression of a wise childlike figure speaking up against a bully, you get the impression of moses telling ramses to let his people go.

and in the end when movie benitez is elected pope, he pauses. he refuses to get dressed until lawrence sees him about the one issue he knows will be a problem. he comes into the papacy knowing he will make a great sacrifice, and he treats it that way.

tldr book benitez is a 60ish year old boy wearing papal clothes too big for him to fully handle, movie benitez is a man walking up cavalry hill, both are my babies, thank you for coming to my ted talk

[pizarniknight]

bellesco

I have a fantasy idea that I can't get out of my head. A week ago:

A week ago, Aldo had taken a leave of absence (for the first time in years), claiming that he needed to recover mentally from what happened at the Conclave. Upon hearing this, Vincent immediately agreed, indicating that he could take all the time he needed until the new Vatican organization was complete.

Weeks turned into two, two into three, and three into two months. Everyone in the Curia was fervently wondering what was happening to Bellini. He was known for his stereotypical work stress, and for his leave to happen suddenly was very strange and suspicious.

Thomas was starting to worry; it would soon be four months since his leave ended, but that wasn't his main concern. It was that every time he went to Aldo's house, Aldo seemed fine, his health and Excellent, And he went back to the gym. Nothing out of the ordinary. So why did he ask for so many months? That question lingered like a bull in a corral in Lawrence's mind. Does he want to quit? Is he fed up with all his work? Or is he sick and trying to hide it? More and more questions were nagging at him.

Although.

The last few times he went to Aldo's house, she found even more strange scenes: He knows his friend like the back of his hand, and his house was the decor of his psychopath mixed with a compulsive perfectionist. A modern house, all straight lines, precisely defined geometric shapes, Modern colors such as white, gray, cream, and black. Bright colors, outside; pastel colors, outside. The decorations from the books (separated by author, genre, whether they are foreign or American writers) Not to mention that it separates the books by how many pages they have, by chapter, and whether the story is good or not.) His living room featured two armchairs, positioned opposite each other with surgical precision, Their only separation was a rectangular marble table and a vanilla candle as a centerpiece. Its floor was made of cream-colored ceramic tiles, covered in resins, which shone as if there were no tomorrow. Her kitchen didn't have a maximalist decoration, but rather just the bare essentials. Plates, glasses, cutlery, cups, kitchen utensils, spices. Just enough for a person to live. The rest was pure decoration: expensive wines on shelves, white-painted walls, and an electric stove. A table for a family of four and a breakfast bar, all in a white, beige, and gray color scheme. Her room, on the other hand, was nothing special; gray curtains, a window the size of a door, painted white.In the middle of the room, a king-size bed, with black sheets. A wall-sized wardrobe with biblical writings on its doors. And on the floor, a carpet covers everything. Its only difference is that it is Olivia colored.

Even so, the last few times he went, he found many things in disarray. Clothes thrown on the sofa, used cutlery and plates on the table, An artificial cherry scent in the air. And sometimes even Oxford shoes lying around the living room. Or a very strong aroma of Neapolitan pizza. Either his dear American friend was becoming Italian, or there was someone else in that house.

All his doubts were stronger than his will. So he decides he wants to go and investigate. If he hadn't chosen the Church, he would have been a private investigator; he would undoubtedly have loved his job.

Although, he knows that it will be very rare for him to just show up at Aldo's house, just like that. He must be taking someone... but who? Ray, Sabbini? Agnes? No, he would send him to a monastery in Tierra del Fuego. Who could it be...

" Thomas? Are you okay? Even the torture devices can't fly to fetch the lettuce from your hand. " That's right, I was in the turtles' playground with Vincent. How much will it have dissociated?

" ah! I'm sorry... " With a blush on his cheeks, he leaves the lettuce for the turtle, who in his own way looked at him as if he wanted to eat him. “ I was lost in my thoughts, Vince... I mean, Your Holiness. "

" Thomas, please call me Vincent. And about that...you went blank more than ten minutes ago. Could you tell me why? Is it something that worries you? " Vincent asked, worried. They were both sitting on a bench, facing the turtle pond. Her hand, though timid at the moment, rests on Thomas's.

This gesture, I think, makes old Lawrence's heart beat a thousand times per second. He can't believe he's finally taken another step with Vincent, her secret love. Her eyes shone like two shooting stars towards him. he definitely loves him. Although he would like to continue admiring the man in front of her, He knew that her face, a mixture of waiting and confusion, would grow larger. So he decides to gather his strength.

" Um...I...uh...yes...yes...I'm...I'm...worried... " He swallowed loudly. “ I think...I think...that Aldo would be sick... "

" Ay dios mio " Her gaze softens even more “ But...how can you think that? My dear, that is very serious. "

" I don't know...every time I've been to his house, it's always been a mess. I see wine bottles on the table, dirt, and things lying around on the floor. I've known Aldo for over thirty years...I know that if he's not compulsively cleaning...it means he's sick or has a cold...What if he has... cancer? And he won't even tell me?! "

" Thomas...don't say that... Maybe it's something else, maybe he has more problems. And maybe he wants to solve it himself. " Her hand gently caresses Lawrence's hand.

" I know him...but what if it's something very serious? Something that will affect his life?...I can't just stand idly by. " Sigh, you think Vincent is right, it must sound exaggerated. " Or maybe I just exaggerated...I'm sorry. "

" Don't apologize, dear, it's very admirable that you care so much about him. What if we go visit him and tell him what you think so you can put your mind at ease? "

" But...but you shouldn't go out yet...you have a meeting tonight... "

" It's two o'clock in the afternoon, Thomas, we're not going to another state. We'll go 20 minutes to We will leave the Vatican and come back. "

" But...but what if the guards stop you? "

" We're leaving, Thomas. Order some sweets from the bakery to take to Aldo. Put it on my account. "

Without waiting for any further answers, he carefully gets up from the bench and heads to his room; he obviously wouldn't go in papal vestments.

".... But the bakeries are closed..."

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They finally arrived at Aldo's house at 3 pm. From what they could see, the curtains were closed, and silence reigned. Thomas raised an eyebrow; Aldo never took naps. Not even if it was for ten minutes.

" Thomas...are you sure Aldo isn't asleep? If you want, we could come by another time. "

" He never sleeps, so he must be working on something. I'd better open it myself so as not to disturb her getting up. " He heads towards the decorative plant next to the door. He moves some leaves, and takes out a spare key. " Sometimes when I want one of his books, and Aldo isn't available, he leaves me his spare key hidden away so I can get the book."

Without further explanation, he opens the front door, like any proper English gentleman, and lets Vincent in. Who, blushing, makes his way through.

The living room lights are off, which is odd. Aldo always leaves at least one lamp on. Thomas turns on the light switch, sees clothes lying around on the armchairs, from Oxford shoes like the last time he came to a coat of clothes rolled up in a corner.

" Dear Vincent, has Aldo started wearing a red robe or cape? And I didn't even know? " Leave the key on a small table, along with the sweets bought at the supermarket.

" Not that I recall. The only one who wears a red cape is Goffredo... " Her voice softened as he smelled a familiar scent "Do you smell that? Like cherry...but artificial..."

" It's true... since when did Aldo buy cherry spray? He Use sandalwood. " Innocently, he takes off her jacket and hangs it behind the door. “ Please, Your Holiness, allow me your jacket... "

" For the tenth time, don't call me Your Holiness. I'll always be Vincent to you. " As he tries to take off his jacket, Thomas places his hands on his shoulders and gently slides it off his body. " I can... I can do it... "

" Nonsense, as a gentleman I must remove my companion's coat. " Without waiting for a reply, he hangs up his jacket.

" Thomas... " Vincent turns to Thomas, who looks at him in confusion. Was he wrong to take off her coat himself? Benítez moves closer to him, their breaths feeling warm against each other's faces. Their noses are inches from touching.Finally, after months of waiting, Thomas would have the closeness he had fantasized about so much in his dreams. Everything seemed to be going perfectly, he could do it...he could kiss him. He could...

Ah!

Both Vincent and Thomas froze; that scream was more of a moan. Vincent then realizes, The two of them are in the room. How could he not have noticed? On the other hand, Thomas reacted instantly: Aldo must have fallen again.

" Aldo must have fallen, I have to go see him! " Thomas sighed resignedly; he could almost be happy. However, he doesn't want to lead with another broken Aldo. So Thomas lets go of Vincent and heads to the room.

"No, don't go there!" Vincent, on the other hand, panicked. He takes Thomas by the arm to pull him towards him. “Aldo hasn't fallen, dear, and what if we just get on with what we were doing?"

" But...but How do you know?! Then we'll continue, but I need to check if it's okay! Without waiting for an answer, s he tenderly lets go of Vincent's hand and runs upstairs. Vincent, on the other hand, runs after him to catch up.

The moment Thomas arrives at Aldo's room, he tries to grab the doorknob. Until Vincent takes his arm, pulling him away from the doorknob.

" What...what are you doing?! " An Confused Lawrence." onfundido ask . " Maybe it's broken... "

Without waiting any longer, Vincent presses his lips to those of the blond man. He crosses her arms around his neck, drawing him into a deeper, sweeter kiss.He can't let her see what's happening in the room.

Lawrence, on the other hand, feels her fingertips touching his neck; he imagined the kiss would take place in a very romantic setting. However, The way he kisses, he doesn't regret receiving that kiss in someone else's house. Her arms instinctively wrapped like a snake around her beloved's waist, trying to deepen that kiss much more. Until he reacted, he forgot about his broken friend.

So, with all the willpower he has left, he pulls away from that kiss as best he can. Good Lord, nobody should have lips that good for kissing.

" Forgive me, my dear Vincent...but I need to get in...Once I see that bald fool is still alive, We'll continue this wherever you want... " Without waiting for an answer, he circles her beloved and opens the door.

" No no! "

And if there were a way to gouge out his eyes, Thomas wants to know those ways. If lobotomy were still legal, he would have already booked an appointment for one, while they use a nail from some port or ship.

Inside that room, the scene is worthy of a movie; Goffredo Tedesco, an eminent figure from Valencia, known for his way of arguing in front of everyone, as well as his conservative stance towards religion. He was naked, as God made him, Flushed from his ears to his cheeks, covered in sweat to the tips of his curls, where they would fall if it were water. Although, that wasn't the most surprising thing, of course not. What was most surprising were the tweezers on her nipples (which were quite large, to be honest). And the strangest thing was, his butt was on top of something, or someone. Although his body was sitting on the bed, facing the door, his buttocks were resting on someone. And when I saw the Pope and his secretary, it was like seeing two ghosts; their skin color turned to a sickly pale complexion, accompanied by an expression of panic.

"I... I... Aldo..."

Aldo.

That was Tedesco's body below: his face below his buttocks, and the rest of his body lying on the bed, completely naked if you're wondering. With his member fully erect, pointing towards the door. That's all, one more point. He was masturbating at the same time, oblivious to the scene unfolding outside.

Between Thomas, Vincent and Tedesco, the only one who decided to speak was the latter.

" I...I...wait... " Her head bowed, and she tried to get up from Aldo's face. The moment he lifted himself a few centimeters, Aldo grabbed his hips violently, pulling him back to his face. " Aldo...no...no...there are people.. " Gimio as best he could.

At that moment he increased his movements, making more obscene noises as he sucked his lover's ass. I wouldn't let it go until it was completely dry.

" Aldo! Let me go now! They're watching us! " He could easily get up, but his lover's magnificent tongue, which opened his anus from side to side, distorted his reality.

When he tried to move again, all he managed to do was Give him a strong senton On his face. Creating a very unexpected reaction, The man grabbed both of her fat buttocks, striking her face with them again, while his member oozed fluid. At that moment he knew that he would soon run away. So with the last of his strength, he turned Tedesco completely around, forcing him to lie face down, with his ass in the air.

" What did I tell you about running away while I'm enjoying myself? You DON'T MOVE until I come. " He screamed, oblivious to what was happening in the room. He takes one buttock and squeezes it as if it were a rubber toy. Then, without waiting much longer, he buries his face between those two round melons that his lover has for an ass. Eating like a starving person, just like before. (An hour ago to be exact)

" Aldo! Oh my God! Vincent and Thomas are watching! " Her face filled with tears; he had already reached hypersensitivity. They had started almost three hours ago, and he had already come up to four times, Adding two squirts forced by her lover. He could no longer produce anything, not even urine. On the other hand, Aldo was a stud. He came inside her man at least five times, adding to the two squirts that soaked her face when he was eating her ass. (He felt as if he had been baptized by angels. " Stop! Please, I beg you! "

It is when he hears the word "stop" that Aldo reacts. he knows that when he says that word, it's because what he did to her has gone too far. So he masturbates a few more times and cums in bed, then shamefully lets go of his saliva-slicked ass.

" Are you okay, my love? Was I too rough? " Aldo asked, without even looking his boss and deputy boss in the eye.

" Aldo... they are.... "

" Yes, I know. The father and the Secretary of State are there. I know. " Bellini responds curtly, his gaze fixed on his lover's body.

"Aldo..." Lawrence spoke, stunned. Her eyes no longer knew whether to look at the used condoms on the floor, or at the empty bottle of lubricant on the nightstand, Aldo looked embarrassed, or rather, Vincent looked at her. Who, with elegance, turned away, looking at the door.

" Thomas, I ask that we not talk about what's obvious. And I ask that you leave with Vincent " Bellini responded, got out of bed and went to the wardrobe to get a t-shirt and pants, completely ignoring the stares. When he finally gets changed, he takes a bathrobe and changes Goffredo as best he can, a Goffredo so frightened that he decided to get into bed, choosing to cover themselves with thick blankets up to their heads. He, on the other hand, with his head down, opens the door, silently signaling them to leave.

" But...but..."

" Lawrence, for the last time. Either you go out with Vincent in 10 seconds, so we can talk in the living room. Or I'll grab your old wrinkled ass and kick it until you're on the ground floor. I will not do anything to His Holiness, because he is capable of breaking my neck in two places. So I humbly ask, Your Holiness, if you would leave me alone. "

The silence was so sepulchral that the silence of a funeral would have been more comfortable. Until Vincent breaks that silence with a quiet sigh. And he replies:

" I understand, former Secretary of State. We'll let you and your spouse dress appropriately. And in ten minutes, we'll have an emergency meeting about: Sex education, trust and companionship, celibacy, above all without forgetting. The commitment to follow the rules of work. " That was it; if Benítez was speaking in such formal language, it was because he was furious. So some layoffs are coming. “ One last thing, Aldo Bellini. Brush your teeth, Hygiene is paramount at a meeting. "

Without another word, with his characteristically serene expression, he slowly left the room, followed by Thomas. Her characteristic skin took on a sickly pale color.

" And I share my water bottle with Aldo... I need to throw up. " Her hand is brought to her mouth; she needs to find the bathroom.

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" I want to hear that you understand. " Vincent finally finishes his talk about sex education, companionship, and everything that has happened lately. “ For the last time, at headquarters, no more cups from the dispensers will be shared, not even coffee. Each of us will bring our own cup and water bottle; I'm not going to allow Thomas to keep vomiting every time he sees one of Aldo's used glasses... " He hears an obscene noise in the bathroom, followed by vomit. Sighing, Vincent continues to stare at the Patriarch and former secretary. " If you want to have relations, do it. But I will ask you, especially you, Patriarch. In his masses, I spoke very highly of LGBT relationships, the importance of sex education, and sexually transmitted diseases." Her hands clasp her knees, wondering what he might say.

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Que les pareció? Esto es un adelanto de lo que publicaré en Ao3 (muy largo adelanto a decir verdad). Pienso publicarlo en inglés y español. Para ambas partes del dandom.

[plaguewormart]

Imagining Vincent giving Thomas (and the rest of his staff) heart problems by randomly dropping life lore (the most traumatic or strange thing you’ve ever heard) in casual conversation (during dinner or in diplomatic meetings)

Thomas: *talking about a war in another country, mentioning land mines and other ERWs*

Vincent (without missing a beat): one of those blew up on me once

Thomas: what

Thomas: It’s time for the yearly Vatican health and safety conference, where all employees will be trained in first aid such as CPR and tending to wounds.

Vincent: what about emergency amputation?

Thomas: sorry what?

Vincent: once I assisted in amputating a man’s leg. It’s a very good skill to have!

Thomas: …what

Thomas: it seems like the media has picked up on the fact that you greeted a gay Muslim couple the other day. They’re saying you care more about other faiths than your own.

Vincent: oh that’s strange… how come no one has reported on my best friend Rachel?

Thomas: Rachel?

Vincent: yes! She’s a rabbi in Mexico, we have been best friends since we were little!

Thomas: *already calling aldo to arrange security for Rachel*

Thomas: *walking in on Vincent changing* Oh what’s that big scar from? I mean… you don’t have to tell me of course, I was just curious, I’m so sorry

Vincent (smiling): ah don’t worry! That’s from when I was shot

Thomas: from when you were what

Aldo: *walking into Vincent’s room late at night to drop something off* why are you on the floor?

Vincent: Oh well you see, I can’t sleep in soft beds because I’ve gotten so used to sleeping in warzones

Aldo: *buying a new bed online before Vincent has even stopped speaking*

Ray: how are you handling being so scrutinized in the media? I know the hateful comments can be tough.

Vincent: what are you talking about? I’ve never received this few death threats before!

Ray: I’m… glad? To hear that?

Tedesco: *finishing a long rant about tradition or whatever*

Vincent: wow I haven’t heard anyone speak for so long since I was kidnapped last time

Tedesco: … how many times,, have you been,,,, kidnapped?

Vincent (smiling): four!

Sister Agnes: here’s your food, Your Holiness

Vincent: Thank you Sister! I feel like I haven’t been this hungry since the time I didn’t eat for a week!

Sister Agnes: …and Why didn’t you eat for a week?

Vincent: I was busy helping during the Ebola outbreak

Agnes: somehow I am not surprised

Tremblay: *giving a lecture about religion during the 1300s and mentioning the Black Death*

Vincent: oooh I had the plague once!

Tremblay: you had… the actual,, bubonic plague?

Vincent: yup:) thankfully there are antibiotics for that now!

Later every senior curia member decides to create a group therapy session only consisting of talking about whatever Vincent has told them that week. They team up to find Vincent a therapist after Thomas finds him throwing up after a sermon because the Bible verse caused him to have flashbacks.

Vincent learns at age 69 that the things he’s seen and experienced are in fact not normal, and the PTSD diagnosis he receives makes him understand himself for the first time in years.

[pizarniknight]

I came up with one!

Vincent: *looking at the statues of Jesus crucified* Haaa...this brings back so many memories.

Thomas: Clearly...to think that he has sacrificed himself for all of us. Although, forgive me for asking. What memories does the statue bring back for you?

Vicent: So! The Taliban once tied me to a cross for refusing to reveal the location of my parish *sonríe*

Thomas:.... THAT?! *about to have my third heart attack of the week*

Vincent: They left me in the blazing sun, naked, without food or water for five days. I have no idea how I survived. *looks at the statue* *He hears something fall to the floor and sees Thomas passed out on the floor*....Dear Thomas?

[pizarniknight]

I have to say something: I've read this fanfic https://archiveofourown.org/works/82143831

And I'll stop there...one of the best I read in April. And how he portrays Vincent is everything, and how Thomas can be the most manipulable, passive, and vulnerable person there is. I'll give you a very brief summary: Ray is assigned to Vincent's personal secretary, so he realizes that the relationship between Thomas and Vincent is going very badly, until...So with Aldo's help, they take Thomas away from Vincent, who, although he improved over the months, relapsed again.

Within the fanfic, it begins with Vincent's perspective, then switches to Ray's. Vincent has a very... strong or dangerous love for Thomas, He manipulates him to make him eat, to make him be with him at all times.

The moment Aldo and Ray manage to get him away from them and take him to Thomas's house, they discover everything Vincent has done to Thomas. (There are hints of abuse). So Ray and Aldo go to Vincent's office to confront him, but Thomas arrives and tells them to let him speak. He locks himself in the office with Vincent, you can hear them talking, and then Thomas almost runs out of the office, and Vincent, He sits on the floor with a letter in his hands and tears in his eyes. End.

From my analysis, Vincent has been manipulating Thomas at will, driven by his intense love for him. He demanded that Thomas eat, and there are even hints that they had a relationship, but we don't know if...Agreed upon.

I really loved it, I needed a different plot from Lawrenitez. And the best way? A toxic Vincent who doesn't know how to love. Definitely 10/10.

(Hopefully, in the next part, she'll kneel down and kiss Thomas's floor)

That's why one song came to mind: Lana Del Rey, off to the races. (Next time I'll give you an analysis of why this song is so popular.)

[pizarniknight]

Now in the Conclave fandom there's a "trend" of Transfem Thomas, and honestly...I loved it, I need to write so many prompts and texts for this beautiful English girl!

Like this one, which I was thinking about yesterday;

Vincent and Thomas as teenagers. Their parents are close friends, although they have not yet met. They live in Mexico, although Lawrence's family lives half the year in England and half the year in Mexico.

" So this is Benítez's eldest son! " Mr. Lawrence answered enthusiastically. Green eyes, a blond mane, though graying. A manly face, a strong jaw, and a prominent but elegant beard. Dressed like an English gentleman to the letter, with Oxford shoes, a three-piece suit that would cost more than an apartment. “ " This is the first time we've met, young man. " His characteristic smile made Vincent uncomfortable, who had been brought there against his will. (He hates pompous rich people.

As Vincent was immersed in his critical thoughts about the knight, his father beside him decided to give him a blow behind the back of his neck. At that moment the boy returned to earth, his gaze focused on his father, whose eyes said more than many words.

" me haces pasar vergüenza chamaco y te juro que te daré una buena cuando lleguemos al hotel. "

No further explanation is needed. So, in his resignation, he decided to greet the English man who was looking at him with confusion.

" The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Lawrence. Excuse me...the trip was tiring... " His American English might help him understand how the English spoke.

" Don't apologize, boy, your father raised you with a firm hand. " A laugh echoed from his throat. " It's the same thing I had to do with my son... "

" Lawrence didn't know you had children. " His father replied in surprise. Since he met his best friend, he never saw any children running around his house.

" But of course, my friend, I have a son... although he turned out to be disabled. " His last words were a whisper, which he wouldn't have heard if Vincent hadn't been so close to him.

" Honey, don't call him that... " Since Vincent arrived at the house, Lawrence's wife has not said a single word. He didn't even look up from his cell phone. However, the moment he named his mysterious son, was the moment she looked up in alarm. His relaxed posture on his red sofa, inside that two-century-old aristocratic room, seems to suggest. She faded into a tense posture, shoulders hunched forward, jaw clenched from clenching her teeth. And her hands, delicate, were painted a beige color. So delicate that it must seem like she's never washed a dish, they grip their cell phone tightly.

" I know, I know, I don't want to get into that...Kids these days... " Without saying anything else, he downs his martini in one gulp. In the room, an uncomfortable silence reigned. Her father was looking at his cell phone, her mother was stroking her coat. And him? I was hoping to meet that mysterious boy. He might be a rich, pompous boy, or a useless one.

His reasoned thoughts did not follow until he heard d's voice from Mrs. Lawrence.

" Vincent...my dear...would you like to meet my son? I'm sure you'll get along well. " A gentle smile appeared on his tired face. As if what had just happened was an everyday occurrence.

" Of course... I'd love to meet you, Mrs. Lawrence. "

" Please call me Eli, you make me feel old. " With surprising grace, she gets up from that armchair. "Wait for him to call you."

" Dear. " Her husband approaches, takes her arm somewhat forcefully, and whispers in her ear. Vincent, like any Latino, tries to listen; however, his mother, seeing his behavior, gives him another blow to the back of the neck.

With her age-old technique, typical of every Latina mother, she says through gritted teeth.

" Ya vas a ver qué te pasará en casa chamaco malparido."

Undoubtedly, he will have no choice but to accept his fate. His mother was still looking at him with that look His mother was expecting to give him another scolding, if it weren't for Eli approaching them. So her mother transforms into a flirtatious and very nice woman (not really). He places his hands firmly on his son's shoulders.

" Please Vincent, come with me to look for him. He is a shy, somewhat bashful person. " Her gaze turned towards her mother. " Jacqueline, would you like to join us?

" Como no mi querida comadre! " His mother, so sociable and extroverted, releases her son who was writhing from his mother's strong grip. He grabs Eli by the arm and they walk towards the stairs that lead to the upper floor.

Behind them, Vincent silently accompanied them, listening as his mother told one of her many stories from when she was young. From time to time his gaze turned to the hallway, a red carpet, wooden walls polished so smooth he could see his own reflection, different decorations on every square meter of the surface. And they were undoubtedly a very wealthy family, but that didn't impress him (nor did the 800 stairs they had to climb), but rather the family photos hanging on the walls. That in itself isn't so strange, but in every photo, regardless of whether it's large or not, Mr. Lawrence was there with his businessman's smile, and Mrs. Eli with her meticulous elegance. And someone else...

She decided to approach a painting, observing the couple in detail, and a boy or girl—she wasn't sure—tall, sitting between them. And the strange thing? Her face was blurred, as if it had been done on purpose. How is it possible that all the photos have the same error? It's not a coincidence. However, before he can continue with his Sherlock Holmes monologue, he hears his mother's voice calling him. So he decides to approach the couple of women. It stops at a marble door, with a golden doorknob and details that are, if you will, Victorian.

" He must be studying; she's such a studious and dedicated person " Eli gently knocks on the door with his fist. " My darling, could you go downstairs and greet the guests? It's just a moment....

Silence reigned for a few minutes; he thought he should ignore his mother or simply not be there. What a waste of time climbing those infernal stairs, Think Vincent. Until she hears a faint creak, patent leather shoes approaching from the other side of the door

" Father said not to go out tonight...She said the maid would bring me dinner... "

Vincent is unsure, is it a boy or a girl speaking? It is a soft, subtle voice, neither feminine nor masculine. But above all, elegant.

" Nonsense. Please come out, I managed to convince him. " Eli replied, with a hint of doubt in his voice." I also want to see how that beautiful Hermès outfit looks on you. " A sweet smile spread across her face when she heard the bolt click open. A pair of eyes peered out from the edge of the door. “ Come on, darling, let me see you. Besides, the Benítez family came. You told me you wanted to meet them. "

" Alright... "

With a creak, the door opens completely. And without a doubt, the figure that emerges is something that will remain etched in Vincent's memory.

" Well, Vincent and Jacque, I'd like to introduce you to my daughter, Theresa. "

A beautiful woman, with a slender figure, gorgeous, abundant blonde hair. Piercing blue eyes, skin as white as porcelain or milk, and crimson red lips. It appeared before his eyes. She wore a black dress that reached below her knees, embroidered with subtle touches of silver and gold. With long sleeves that started at her forearm and reached down to her long fingers. Her patent leather shoes created an intoxicating sound in Vincent's ears. Without a doubt, he thinks he has seen the most beautiful angel of his life.

His thoughts vanished in the blink of an eye, upon hearing that elegant voice greet him.

" Buenas noches...familia Benítez..es..es un gusto por fin está noche conocernos en personas. " He answered with a neutral Spanish accent. Without much more, she bows at the feet of Vincent, who was looking with shining eyes and flushed cheeks, and his mother Jacque, who was looking at the young lady with proud eyes.

" I'd like to introduce myself, I'm Theresa Lawrence. Only child of the Lawrence family. " After his sophisticated bow, he extends his hand towards Vincent.

He doesn't understand why Theresa puts her hand on his nose, until he looks over his shoulder at Eli, who gestures for him to kiss her hand. Returning to Theresa's gaze and her confused expression, he awkwardly takes her hand and kisses it with a loud smacking sound.

" E..es un gusto conocerte Theresa...eres muy hermosa... " Vincent answers without thinking. Therefore, he realizes what was said when he hears his mother's gasp and sees Theresa's face, which turns crimson red. “ Uh...I...um... "

Then his languages begin to mix; he thinks in Spanish, stutters in English, and complains in Latin. He's definitely a fool.

His mental abuse continued until he heard a soft, overly elegant laugh.

" You're a true gentleman, Vincent. You're definitely a good match for me, DAUGHTER. " Eli responded with a mischievous smile.

" Mother, please... " Theresa, embarrassed, tried to calm the situation.

" Nonsense, my daughter, I tell you it's a good opportunity. " With her hands raised, she approaches her daughter's hair and adjusts the bow, which is the same color as the dress. “ Come on, daughter, go downstairs and eat with Vincent. We'll prepare a separate table for you."

At that moment he knew why his mother had brought him, Vincent thought. The new Zara suit, the haircut, the etiquette classes, the polished shoes. They want to pair him with a pompous young Englishwoman.

While Vincent was lost in thought, Theresa and Eli were talking away from them.

" But mother, you know that father forbade me by all means from going down. He said Mrs. Roxana would bring me the food... " spoke in whispers. It's not something that bothers him much; his father has always been like that.

" None of that. If I say you'll eat as part of this family, you will. And if your father says anything, you tell me and I'll sort it out" Her hands rest on her face. “ You are the only thing I have in this life, and I want you to live life the way it should be lived. Being a person like everyone else, not always immersed in books of Theology, history, philosophy. To be a person. "

Without further ado, he kisses her forehead, leaving a kiss mark with his red lipstick.

"Entonces vete con ese chico, Vincent, podéis ser amigos."

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QWhat do you think of this introduction? I'm obviously going to do more. And make a part two.I'm open to suggestions!

[pizarniknight]

Familia: y como te va en un carrera de ingeniería?

Yo con parciales encima, trabajos prácticos, dos horas de viaje para llegar a la facultad. Yendome de mí casa a las 04;00 de la madrugada y volviendo a las 7 de la tarde:

(me pasaré a administración de empresa)

[pizarniknight]

Lawrenitez age difference: 2

My guilty pleasure is having an age difference in a relationship. I'm not talking about a 24-year age difference, for example, but 4, 6, or 10 years at most. So when I read the post I mentioned earlier, it really came to mind.

A young Vincent, about to finish school so he can go to the seminary (he is 18 years old), meets the 26-year-old missionary Lawrence. At first, he found it difficult to socialize because of his poor Spanish, until He met Vincent. And he knew he must be her soulmate.

Since Vincent attended a religious school, he often crossed paths with the missionary, sometimes during recess, sometimes looking out the window. Lawrence would smile at him affectionately and wink.

Many times they would hide from the teacher or the headmaster in the mass hall, the confessional, or in the room where the cleaning supplies were kept. Vincent tried to teach Lawrence Spanish (he failed miserably). Lawrence would tell him about his native country. Or they would talk about anything at all.Vincent would sometimes even joke that she could be his wife when he finished school, and Lawrence would just laugh nervously.

Obviously, Vincent had to tell his friends (Ray and Tedesco) about the romance he was having. Upon hearing about their friend's romance, they began to worry. Vincent had already done three things wrong: falling in love with a foreigner who wouldn't stay long, with an older man, almost in his 30s, and finally, with a man. And, considering they live in an extremely conservative town, that was even worse. What would his parents say?

However, Vincent doesn't care; he says he loves him. That they want to go to England together. That when he comes of age, they will go to England together. Because Thomas considered him a mature, handsome, and tender boy. Ray, on the other hand, was trying to reason with his best friend; when an older man tells you things like that, it means he's going to make your life a living hell. You shouldn't trust him.

Meanwhile, Thomas was talking on the phone with his best friend: Aldo Bellini. The one who was assigned a mission in Italy. They talked about their lives, their mission, and how they are doing where they are assigned. Until Thomas finally tells her that he met someone. At first, Aldo was very interested; finally, his antisocial friend would be able to have a human relationship. Until Thomas told him the person's age and gender. If saying "remove your eyes and tongue" is too much, then more was needed. His friend, on the other hand, shouted that you can't fall in love with a minor, especially if you're a man. The church would kick him out if they found out. Besides knowing that his friend has no luck in relationships, there's no need to go out with minors.

Despite their differences regarding their tastes, Thomas and Vincent want to stay together. Until Thomas invites Vincent out, and takes him to his apartment. That's where everything gets out of control. Vincent's parents were a block away watching everything.

Que les parece esta parte? Sería como una clase de avance. (Quédense tranquilos, Thomas no es un degenerado. Y a mí me dan asco hacer historias así que incluya violaci0n o algo relacionado.) Así que solamente será un malentendido muy grande.

[pizarniknight]

Lawrenitez age difference

Now, I saw a post on Twitter about an 8-year age difference between Lawrence and Vincent (Lawrence 62, And Vincent 54). And then I start pulling out numbers, numbers, and I say...

This is what Lawrence would look like at 32 years.

And Vincent is 24 years old... Lawrence, let the kid believe it. he has just entered adulthood.

(So I imagine Lawrence flirting with a young seminarian from Mexico. Because in my head, Lawrence was a wild thing in his youth. He likes young boys.

Thomas: I like boys like you, cute, homebodies...as beautiful as an angel

Vincent:....I just...I just want to know...where the cafeteria is...

Thomas: Oh...do you want me to take you? I'll treat you to whatever you want, darling.

Vincent: I have no way to pay you...uh...sir... I'd prefer to go alone...

Thomas: Hey, hey, calm down. I know how you can pay me *Look at her lips and legs* These beauties will be enough to pay for...

Vincent: PERVERT!!!

[pizarniknight]

*Vincent and Thomas have sex for the first time*

Vincent: Let me know, my dear, when you put it in..

Thomas: *Nervous because it's his first time, he shoves it in all at once*

Vincent:

(he estado mirando el live de Carlos y tenía que hacerlo. Lo siento)

[nyahkennay]

u can lift it bunny

[stephensondheim]

I hope its ok i painted your bunny

[pizarniknight]

I've seen the movie, I've read the book. And I must say...And in Spanish. Bill hijo de put@, narcisista de mi3rda.

I had one of the best people as a lover, the guy, knowing you were the double agent, didn't betray you even to the Soviets. And yet you handed it in. RAT.

Even though it hurts me deeply how it ended, it's for the best. He even had to point it at the head.