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JUDE LAW as LENNY BELARDO/PIUS XIII The New Pope S01E08

[zanephillips]

JUDE LAW in The New Pope 1.07 

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Sacrifice

[helius-helius]

Oh hi, Jude Law

[sofokl13]

*gives one public speech*

*fucking falls into a coma*

[galactic-academia]

The Young Pope Masterlist

All my work is 18+, so minors, please, pass your way; thank you.

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Lenny Belardo x F!Reader

Finding God [M, Language, implied sexy times, implied nudity, sass, cigaret smoking (both Lenny and Reader)]

Divine Wrath [M, Implied sexy times, implied nudity, sass, creepy behavior, jealousy, religious guilt]

Love One Another (As I Have Loved You) [M, language, sexy times drowned into metaphors, angst, unrequited (?) love, Chrismas mass, Reader smokes cigaret and has hair long enough to get pulled; TW: rejection, loneliness]

[pedroam-bang]

The Young Pope (2016)

[alexjcrowley]

[cardinal-assente]

a TYP spy AU like if you agree and ill post character files

[doing-something-unholy]

what are your favourite fictional priests?

Him🥰💕

The poorest little meow meow in my heart 💖

Father Paul / John Pruitt rewired my brain, I swear. My darling vampriest boyfriend asdfghjkl <3 losing the poor litte meow meow poll to izzy is a fucking tragedy hes so pathetic and i love him for it

Honorable mention for:

John Ward, from Faith: the Unholy Trinity

And Lenny Belardo, the Young Pope

[baiisbaibe]

i love Don Tommaso as a pope. I dont know how to explain it but it is clear that with him they don't fell the need, something I hated in the first temp, to make him cool or even likable, is like so much nicer and smoother the way the interactions go between the characters, different from Lenny as a pope were they were always trying to make him as nonchalant as possible and to some level the way he is portrayed just seems lazy, to me Lenny fells like a self insert character made by a kid in minor seminary who is seeking to spend time between classes.

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[not-a-firebreathingdragon]

My contribution to the Young Pope fandom since I didn't see this clip anywhere yet :D

[butchers-broom]

usually I do not mind showing up late to a fandom, like who cares. BUT this year I've been completely absorbed by The Young Pope/The New Pope and until I can share the load with a friend it kind of just eats away at me. Lenny Belardo my good friend Lenny. real guy that I know, Lenny Belardo. blight upon my life, Lenny B.

[galactic-academia]

Love One Another (As I Have Loved You)

Continuation to Finding God and Divine Wrath

Rating: M; minors, pass your way.

Category: F/M

Fandom: The Young Pope

Relationship: Lenny Belardo x F!Reader

Tags: language, sexy times drowned into metaphors, angst, unrequited (?) love, Chrismas mass, Reader smokes cigaret and has hair long enough to get pulled; TW: rejection, loneliness. Read as "The author chose not to warn for content, or Archive Warnings could apply, but the author has chosen not to specify them" on AO3. Don't hesitate to message me to get more informations if you want to read this story but don't feel like starting it without full warnings.

Words: 873

Notes: Set before Lenny became pope, but after he became Cardinal and the Archbishop of New York. Don't blame me, blame the Noots (don't, for I love my Noots).

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This is ridiculous.

You and Lenny… It has always been complicated. You’re both piggy-headed and have far too much pride for anything between the two of you being a bed of roses, even without considering his situation. But this outdoes all the shit you’ve come through.

There, on a Christmas day, you’re chain-smoking on your couch while glaring at your TV. Monseigneur Belardo is celebrating mass into St Patrick’s Cathedral before thousands of believers, since the whole affair is broadcasted on TV. And truly, this is ridiculous. 

He’s been babbling for almost an hour now, about love, and peace, and forgiveness and you would laugh your heart out if you weren’t so goddamn mad. Please, Lenny Belardo doesn’t know shit about peace and has never practiced forgiveness. As for love… He shouldn’t be authorized to even spell the fucking word.

The first time you fucked Lenny, long before he became the a Cardinal and the Archbishop of New York, it wasn’t about love. Transgression, yes; sacrilege, certainly; but “love” was never mentioned. But when he cupped your hips in his large, almost trembling hands to receive the bestowal of your body like he would hold the chalice with the wine become blood of Christ; when he came to your altar as often - in not more - as he went to Jesus’ one, maybe it didn’t need to be told? Maybe Lenny didn’t need words and labels to love you.

What a fool you have been.

When Lenny’s been called to a “higher destiny” than the one he had in your humble city, you followed him. No question asked. You left your job and you sold your house and you came to New-York, ready for a new life, and you weren’t afraid, for Lenny was with you. Should have been with you.

But you wouldn’t believe what a fucking cardinal has to do. Meetings, business trips, phone calls to one end of the world and then the other. Masses, benedictions, public appearances, preachings… Maybe he has some time to pray, while he’s brushing his teeth… 

He didn’t have time for you, and his secretary was beginning to be rude with you; when she hung up on you after one too many calls to his office, you lost it. You went to his place and cried for him until the security came and tried to make you leave and Lenny stopped them. For the first time in weeks, he finally was before you.

You weren’t prepared to get sermonized.

“This is my life, now”, he has said, “I’m a servant of God and I must honor Him”.

And it hurts you to think back about it now, the tears in your eyes and the tremor in your voice when you told him “I thought you loved me”. What a stupid thing to say in the first place…

“I only love God.”

Now, it seems laughable how, the closer to God he thinks to get, the more his heart desiccates. It didn’t make you laugh, then.

To see him spout all that nonsense in front of an adoring audience, it riles you up. You can feel it simmer low in your belly. Isn’t he pretty, that bastard, all in white; an albino peacock doing a cartwheel in front of its court. And that smile… You’ll never get tired of that smile. It calls troubles, fun troubles; a bratty behavior met with a few, powerful slaps and a punishing pace. You can almost still feel his hand pulling on your hair.

Fuck, you liked it when he lost control over himself and get a little rough with you. You suspect he came harder when he could see tears rolling down your cheeks.

As the choir ends and Lenny comes back to his pulpit, opening his arms and making his voice vibrate through the cathedral, you can’t help but rub your thighs together. It’s been too long. And why not, after all? Isn’t Christmas about love? It would be relevant, for once, giving yourself some love on Christmas day, yeah? So you drown out Lenny’s soliloquy - the man has always been his better audience, anyway - and let your fingers play another anthem; your eyes never leaving his angelic face.

You push yourself over the edge quickly, never better served than by yourself, yeah? Well… It’s efficient, at least. In a haze you see the assembly get up and turn to each other to shake hands, kiss on the cheeks - sometimes both - and Lenny stays there, petrified. Alone, standing high in a storm of people bending toward each other, let in peace to witness his fellow human beings show affection to one another. Just as he asked them to.

And, once again, you would laugh - if you couldn’t feel your heart shattering into your chest. He looks both so majestic and lonely in the center of that magnificent cathedral, surrounded by those ethereal lights. You miss him.

Not five minutes after the end of the Service, as you’re still breathing a little hard, your phone lights up and starts to vibrate. You shouldn’t pick up, not after the crap he dumped on you.

You shouldn’t pick it up.

You shouldn’t pick it up.

You shouldn’t pick it up.

You shoul-

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"What is more beautiful, my love? Love lost or love found?

Don't laugh at me, my love. I know it, I'm awkward and naive, when it comes to love, and I ask questions straight out of a pop song. This doubt overwhelms me and undermines me, my love… to find or to lose?

All around me, people don't stop yearning. Did they lose or did they find?

I can't say. An orphan has no way of knowing. An orphan lacks a first love. The love for his mama and papa. That's the source of his awkwardness, his naiveté.

You said to me, on that deserted beach in California, "you can touch my legs." But I didn't do it. There, my love, is love lost.

That's why I've never stopped wondering, since that day: where have you been? And where you are now? And you, shining gleam of my misspent youth, did you lose or did you find? I don't know. And I will never know. I can't even remember your name, my love. And I don't have the answer.

But this is how I like to imagine it, the answer. In the end, my love, we have no choice. We have to find." - Lenny Belardo (The Young Pope)