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kelppsstuff · 8 months ago

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Okaay so I saw that you accepting requests again sooooo can ask for some smut au Incubus!Adam x fem! Virgin Reader? I bet my ass if he was a demon he would 100% be a incubus who would has a virginity and breeding kink. You can't convince me otherwise 😆

For I Have Sinned

Summary: Adam was very self aware in the sexual department. He loved fucking virgins, so when you show up wearing your purity ring in hell of all places his interest grows heavily in you. He didn’t expect to fall but when he did he vowed to take that ring.

F!Reader

A/N: so I ended up making this were Adam went to hell as an incubus when he died because that fitted more with the way I went with this, if you’d like I can redo this where he originally went to hell, it would just be a different plot.

Masterlist

Warnings: breading, Virgin, jealously, blow job, pretty long.

A/N: this is the song.

You didn’t deserve to be in hell. Everyone could see it, and when they asked why you were you’d always brush it off. They just really could understand why, so you were the perfect example of a redeemable sinner.

You had arrived in hell just a little bit before the whole extermination battle. So you didn’t know too much about this whole place.

It was Alastor who found you and offered you a try at a second chance. Key word; try.

—

When you joined the hotels guest list, it had just been a few days till after Adam came to hell. So you two relatively had taken a room right around the same time.

Due to the closeness Charlie made the two of you always partners for activities. At first Adam was annoyed by your sweet personality, but maybe that wasn’t entirely true.

—

A knock on your door made you groan awake.

You opened the door, your hair spread everywhere and on the other side was the owner of the Hotel herself. Charlie.

“Hey Char Char. What can I do for you?” Charlie was beaming at you, like she had stars in her eyes. “We’re starting trust falls in thirty and going to go on from there!”

You gave her a polite smile and confirming nod just before she left. When you were ready, you walked out exactly 30 minutes later, and you did a woman from the room beside you.

That woman came from Adams room. You can’t say you really too surprised, he had a new girl in there every week.

The girl was embarrassed being caught, though not too embarrassed considering this was hell. You had recognized her however, she was the bookstore lady.

“Really?” You asked Adam as he too walked out his room and down the stairs with you. “What?”

“We’re supposed to not do sin.” You explained as you noticed he was walking next to you on the way down, and not the lady he was just spending his time with. “Yeah well a man has needs.”

You rolled your eyes and walked over to the lobby couch, while Adam showed the bookstore lady the door.

“Welcome! I hope everyone is having a good morning! We are going to do some trust falls first, then you and your partner will cook one another breakfast together.” The princess beamed at the sinners. You beamed right back while the others were to tired to show motivation.

Charlie walked to the platform she set up, and as always she went first. “I’m really proud of you guys!” She jumped and everyone was quick to catch — besides Adam and Alastor.

“Why don’t you go next Vaggie?” You could see the hesitation on her face, but ultimately decided Charlie was worth being a bit uncomfortable for a moment. “I know karate.”

While everyone continues to catch her, Adam rolled his eyes. He already knew that, he made sure his girls were well trained before going on the line.

As far as Adam was concerned he believed this was pointless. “Y/N, you next.” Vaggie picked you and you hurried on stage.

When you opened your mouth to speak you couldn’t find words. A trust fall was where you were supposed to share something, and despite you kind nature you were still a pretty private person.

You twisted the ring on your finger, thinking of something. You looked down and the pretty stone. “I have a purity ring.” You spoke softly and low but everyone heard.

Adam heard, and he didn’t know what happened but suddenly you were a lot more colorful.

When you jumped off the stage Adam was one of the first to catch you, appearing in the middle of the crowd out of no where — Alastor still kept to the side.

—

Each member, besides Alastor and Adam, had gone up and said something. So the activity moved on.

Everyone was awake now and so Charlie had set up stations and partners. Her and Vaggie, Angel, and Husk, Alastor and her dad along with Niffty, and then you and Adam.

Charlie handed everyone an apron and then said y’all could start.

There was so many things you could make you didn’t know which. You grabbed butter first and the some bread. Just as you were about to reach the eggs a tap to you side distracted you.

The king himself smiled at you, “want some batter?” Truth is, with your good nature Lucifer had became good friends with you.

You had shown Lucifer that maybe his gift of free will wasn’t a total flaw. “What kind?” You grabbed a plastic spoon and grabbed a little scoop.

“Pancakes!” Just as he spoke you at the batter and wow. That was good! “Make me a few too yeah?” Lucifer let out a little laugh with a nod that was interrupted by your partner.

Adam pushed himself in between the two of you, “sorry to intrude.” He wasn’t. “But I think you should start cooking now Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes and grabbed three eggs. “Grab me a bowl then will ya?” Adam did that while Lucifer went back to his station. You cracked the three eggs perfectly and started to whip them.

You also put the butter in the pan and started the oven, then dipped the bread in the eggs, placing it in the hot pan.

You grabbed some cinnamon and started to place it onto the frying bread.

Out of no where some flour flew at you. The culprit started to laugh at your white hair, all while you tried to remain calm.

Adam wasn’t going to make YOU food. No way! So what better way to pass the time than to annoy you?

You grabbed a handful of the flour and chucked it at Adam, his laughing stopped and you felt satisfied.

Then began your food fight. Alastor had put a stop to it after your French toast caught on fire and before the kitchen could become more of a mess.

You started to wash your hand and groan at the flour stuck in your ring. “Are you kidding me?!”

Adam looked over your shoulder. Getting an actual view of the ring. It was pretty, it was rare one would have such a pretty ring in hell — the place filled with muggers.

“So a virgin huh?” You gave Adam a weary glance, “yeah? So what?” You spoke to him in that little defensive tone of yours.

“Nothing nothing. Just wouldn’t think someone like you would be one.” His condescending tone caused your blood to boil, something that appeared only he could do.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You wiped your hands off and placed one on your hip, twisting to look at him.

“Well we’re in hell, pretty much every one here is a slut.” You eyes widened at his vulgarity, not to mention the nerve of this man. “Your one to talk. Everyday there’s a new girl in your room.”

“Jealous?”

“As if.”

You had peeked Adam’s interest indeed.

—

Adam would always insult you for being a sinner. For doing some “kinky shit” for being in hell. No matter how sweet you were, Adam had always called bullshit. Though after he found out about your purity ring that changed.

Instead of calling you Sinner bitch it changed into good girl.

You were supposed to be delighted that was the case but you weren’t. Adam was the only person who treated you like everyone else. People would often always put on their fake kindness for you, just because you were kind to them.

You hadn’t realized you craved sin until Adam. If you were in hell it was for the sin of gluttony. You wanted more, not the same bullshit.

Charlie would always say you were sure to get to heaven, but now you didn’t know if you wanted to be there.

—

Thus came the annual Masquerade ball, hosted by the sin of pride himself on every Halloween.

Usually you and everyone in the hotel besides Alastor and Charlie wouldn’t be able to attend but this year you had all gotten invited, even Adam. So you helped Angel dust pick and outfit all the while looking for an outfit of your own.

Everyone was dressed in suit, and dresses, you had told the group you felt unwell and wouldn’t be attending. It was a lie but you just wanted to see how different it could be if you gave into all your desires.

So when everyone left you threw on your mask and your long dress with your styled hair, and popped off to the party.

When you entered no one knew who you were and you loved it. They would talk about their latest hookup, a conversation you hadn’t even heard since you were alive. They would talk about the latest sin they had done. It was quite fun to just splash in.

“May I have this dance?”

You turned around to the voice and you knew who it was, though you were under the impression he didn’t know you.

You didn’t want him to hear your voice so you only nodded and took his hand.

The two of you joined many other on the dance floor and started to sway to the slow song. Almost as if everyone was in sync.

Adam twirled you and hurried to bring you back to his chest. “I will say I’m disturbed that you haven’t said a word to me Y/N.”

Your heart stopped for a moment. “How’d you know.” He twirled you again and this time your back landed against his chest.

He brought his face to the crook of you neck and whispered almost desperate. “You mean besides your scent that I wish was on my sheets?.” You breath hitch as he pressed a gentle kiss against the curve of your neck. “It was your ring that gave it away.”

You silently cursed yourself for forgetting about that. You and Adam swayed in silence. Your back still against his chest, his arms wrapped around your waist while your held his. His breath fanning your neck causing a burning sensation that just consumed you.

“Why you lie?” You should have known someone would know, you just didn’t think it was Adam. “I’m not a child, I was tired of people treating me like one just because I’m a ‘sweetheart.’”

He hummed in your ear and dipped you. “You wish to be apart of adult conversations?”

“Is that such a surprise?” He brought out back to your feet and gave you a grin that caused a heat to spread.

“Do you know what I want?” You could say your answer before he started to continue. “I want you to drag you back to my room and ripped that dress off of you while you beg me to show you all the way to embrace pleasure.”

He wrapped your arms around his neck and wrapped his around your waist pushing your breast against his wide chest. “I ruin you in all the ways imaginable, then I want to create new ways just so you can never leave me.”

“And then when morning comes?” You asked.

“That’s when the fun begins.” His eyes was playful but in that moment something flickered in them. Something that drew your lips to his as you desperately tried to chase that feeling.

—

He pushed open the door and stumbled into the room with you, lips never leaving you besides for pleasurable sighs. He kicked the door shut and pushed you onto the bed.

He kicked off his shoes while bending down to take your own heels off.

You grabbed his tie and started yank it off. While he unzipped you. He kissed down your neck while pushing your dress down.

You started to unbutton his dress shirt but quickly grew annoyed and ripped it open, the buttons flying everywhere. You pushed his shirt off and looked up at him with desperate eyes.

He pulled away from your neck when he was satisfied with his art work and pulled back to get a better look at you. In panties, looking up at him with begging, no pleading eyes.

His chest went up and down, breathing heavily. His hair was a mess and you noticed he had a cowlick.

“I want you.” Adam knew you did and while he didn’t say it back you knew he did too. You knew from the way he quickly discarded the rest of y’all clothing. You knew from the way he spit over your pussy to make sure you had extra lubricant.

You knew from the way he pushed passed your folds. You knew when you cried out when he bottomed out inside you. You knew from when you saw the flicker in his eyes again.

And in that moment you knew that you would never be getting rid of him, for he would follow you to the end of the earth.

He started to thrust up into you, whines and moans leaving your mouth. While deep breaths and groans left his.

He then angles his hips and thrusts up once again, hitting the right spot inside you.

“Oh god, right there.”

“That’s right baby, I’m your god.”

Your hand were gripping the sheets above you and he brung his hand over your own. Spreading it out, his fingers linking with yours. The cold band on your finger the only the cold between the the two of you.

He continued his fast and relentless pace and soon the coil in your stomach was going to snap. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Adam I’m going to cum.”

“That’s right babe, cum on my cock, only my cock can make you feel like this.”

Just like that the coil snapped and Adam fucked you through your own orgasam, searching for his own.

“Fuck babe I’m gonna cum you keep clenching around me like that.”

The idea of Adam cumming in you was one you couldn’t get out of your head.

“Do it, cum in me. Make me yours.”

His hand wrapped around your throat and squeezed while he picked up the pace. “Fuck you want me to fill you up? Fill the cunt until your belly is swollen?”

“Yes.”

That did him in. He came, hard, painting your walls white.

When the two of you came down from your highs the two of you fell asleep. When you awoke the neck morning you panicked, you were in Adam’s bed, you slept with him, and you didn’t regret it. Most of all, you couldn’t find your ring.

You went back to your room and grabbed some clothes and went to look in the lobby, wondering if it dropped.

Though when you entered it there Adam was, talking to husk and while he was handsome his face wasn’t what brought your attention.

It was the dangling necklace that had your ring on the chain. The message was clear, you were his, and he was yours.

—

Done! Sorry I haven’t updated in a bit, I’ve been working on my other blogs, but I promise I haven’t forgotten all of you people. How could I? Everyone in Hazbin is practically hot.

#hazbin hotel #masterlist #hazbin #x reader #adam hazbin hotel #adam is actually hilarious #adam x reader

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spqcebunsforever · 8 months ago

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I guess I'll always love you even if I know it's wrong

Pairing: Hazbin Hotel Adam x fallen angel reader

Summary: Y/n see's someone she never wanted to see again but while seeing him all the feelings she wanted to keep bottled away end up showing up at the worst possible time.

WARNING: mention of a toxic relationship

Y/n Pov

I used to be an exorcist when I lived in heaven. I was a great one always getting a high number of kills every time we went down always trying my best. But I didn't care about the killings I didn't find them fun or rewarding the only reason that I had joined and wanted to be an exorcist was so I could be close to the commander Adam. For some odd reason, I had grown to want to be near him and want his attention I would perform well in training hoping that he would see and notice me. My day would only be good if Adam looked or even better said anything to me I had grown too long for his attention and when he started coming up to me and telling me how good I was doing in battle training and how I was one of the best that he had seen and how well my number of kills had been and that I should keep it up and I had a lot of potential. I couldn't have been happier and if he was in a very good mood he would sometimes even put his hand on my shoulder or back congratulating me and he would give me one of his smiles that sometimes I believed where only meant for me to see. I felt like everything in my life was perfect and nothing could ruin it I had never felt more alive and useful.

But then the dreaded day came when everything changed. I had grown close to another exorcist by the name of Vaggie she was very similar to me which made us connect better I thought of her as my best friend. While we were killing sinners I noticed that Vaggie had stopped and let a child slip away. I was just going to ignore the whole situation thinking everyone else would as well but that was before Lute Adam's second in command started attacking Vaggie making her lose one of her eyes. I couldn't stand and watch as my best friend was getting punished for something that I believed had been morally correct so I jumped in and tried to protect Vaggie but because I wasn't as strong as Lute she had easily overpowered me just like she had done with Vaggie. She ripped my wings off my back and I couldn't help but let out a blood curtailing scream as I hit the floor. When I looked back up barely conscious I noticed Adam was now standing next to Lute as she explained that we had both betrayed heaven and that we were traitors for letting a sinner escape and we should be left here to die. I wanted to scream and tell her she was wrong and Vaggie had only been doing what was right and that I was only standing up for her but no matter how hard I tried nothing came out of my mouth. Adam then looked me in my eyes I was pleading begging that he would see that we were in the right and that she should be the one left here to rot but that didn't happen he looked at me like I was nothing I was the gum that got stuck to his shoe I had never experienced that look from him before and I felt betrayed. He turned away with Lute and left me and Vaggie in hell we both became fallen angels and I was heartbroken.

But now here I was fighting against people who I used to fight with and call friends. I was now on the sinner's side and I couldn't have been happier now I knew that I was fighting for the right cause. I had killed a few angels by the time I saw Adam up in the sky shooting every sinner he could see it looked like he wasn't even aiming at this point just trying to harm as many people as he could not caring about the damage that he was causing. However, I kept on fighting just trying to do as much damage to the angels as I could wanting Charlie's plan to succeed and all my friends to get the chance to be redeemed like they deserved. While I was fighting I hadn't noticed that I had ended up moving to a spot that was nowhere near any of my friends I was shielded from everyone's view but before I could move and get back to the others I suddenly got pushed back by the force of wind making me fall over. I looked up and Adam was right in front of me smiling his wings extended but his smile was not the smile that I used to receive from him this one was more cold and eerie. "Well, Well, Well I wondered where you were you know I was trying to find ya this whole fight but fuck where you good at hiding almost like you didn't want to see me".

I stood up quickly and brushed myself off holding my angelic spear out and pointing it directly at him. "That's because I didn't want to see you and why would I". Adam stared laughing and then pointed at me "You are really trying to make me believe that you would use that on me sorry doll but you don't have the guts". I just continued to stand my ground "I've changed since the last time you saw me I'm not the little exorcist who used to hang onto your every word anymore". Adam just smirked and walked closer to me but I refused to move I didn't want to seem weak by moving back I wasn't going to let him view me as weak. "you mean you're actually going to kill me" Again he moved forward I just nodded gripping my spear harder "I mean just that". Adam then positioned himself right in front of my spear I could move forward by an inch and the spear would go straight through his chest killing him. "Well go ahead" he stood looking confident just staring into my eyes not even blinking. "I'll do this my own way".

Adam then just laughed then smirked. "You can't do it, you won't stab me, you won't stab me because you love me it takes a very brave and very cold person to do that Y/n and I don't think you can". I stared at him tears threatening to appear he was right I had him right where I wanted him and in one simple move I could kill him and end everything all the fighting and death but I couldn't because I would for some reason always find an excuse to love him and let him go. I let the spear fall out of my hand and I heard it as it clashed on the ground. Adam looked at me proud of himself as he was right and I had proved it to him. He grabbed my chin and made me look at him "No matter how hard you try to get away from me you'll always find yourself loyal to me that's why it was such a shame that I had to let you rot down here you would have made such a good exorcist but oh well what's done is done now I have to go and fight some bitches". As he flew away I fell to my knees and finally let the tears I had been holding in fall down my cheeks I felt stupid and dumb and the worst part was when he was holding my chin in his hand I couldn't help the little bit of blush that had come to my cheeks and the tiny feeling of want that suddenly appeared wanting him to hold me more and hold me closer and I knew he was right I would never be able to move on I was trapped but apart of me didn't want to get saved.

#Hazbin Hotel #Hazbin Hotel Adam #Hazbin Hotel adam x reader #Adam x reader #x reader

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evita-shelby · 2 months ago

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Chase

part 2 for Vēnor and a conclusion for the Look Both Ways one shot

Lucy Winters belongs to @mischievouslittlecreature

taglist: @justrainandcoffee @mischievouslittlecreature @zablife @thegreatdragonfruta @wonderlanddreamer @kmc1989

cw: mentions of past murder, trauma, suicide attempt, mentions of a suicide, complicated feelings

Tommy hadn’t meant to hurt both women like this.

And yet, Lucy left him anyway, making him wonder if this was fate. It was a coin toss that had first led him to Eva's door after all.

As much as he still loves and yearns for Lucy, her departure had felt like a sign that perhaps he needed to try again with Eva and be the husband she needed the first time around.

He had done the impossible to make Eva reconsider, he had delayed the hearings, bribed the judge to force her to wait until Charlie was born and then nearly two years after that fateful day, Tommy could only watch her shut the door on him forever.

He loves Eva, even as she rages and rejects his every attempt at reconciliation, he loves her enough to give her his word that it will remain only the two of them if she’d only give him another chance to prove it. He used to be loyal to Greta once upon a time, he could be loyal to Eva if she only let him.

“You say that now, but the moment Lucy returns I would lose you again.” She had said and as always proved he’d find no better advisor than Eva Shelby, the witch had a space in his life that not even Polly or Lucy could fill. “The three of us would be miserable, I would be your bitter wife who hates the two of you, you would hate me for keeping you from her and she would hate me for the woman I would become because of you.”

She has never lied to him and wouldn’t do so now. Eva wanted out and he owed her that.

And yet, he refused to accede to her terms once again. He hated being alone and it didn’t help when everyone seemed to agree he should take his errant wife back and remind her that those who marry a Shelby die a Shelby. To them it was less about feelings and more about the reputation they’d lost because both Eva and Lucy left him.

His family had mixed feelings about Lucy, especially Polly who loathed Lucy and blamed her for the whole debacle with Grace and now, his failed marriage. Polly felt the direction he was taking in his life needed a woman who could make blue bloods eat from her palm, a woman who knew the future as well as she knew herself and most importantly, not Lucy.

“But you will always want Lucy, and I will never be enough for you. I need a husband who has no space for anyone else in his heart nor his bed.” There had been a note of resentment there.

The women had been warm to each other, friendlier than Lizzie had been with Lucy by a mile, but Eva could not love Lucy like Grace claimed she did. Eva had then admitted she never had the intention of sharing him when she said yes and whatever cordial feelings the women had would not survive Eva’s feelings of inadequacy and need for a man to be entirely hers.

“I can’t let you go.” Not you too.

Perhaps if Lucy had never left it would be easier to let Eva leave, but because his red demon was gone too, he knew he’d die without his witch.

Then there was her choice in men.

Tommy knows what he is, what he does and the number of people he has killed whether they deserved to die or not. He had never killed a woman, never would if God doesn’t hate him enough to force his hand.

Brilliant Chang had seduced his wife just as he had seduced the countless of women he had then discarded like yesterday’s garbage. Eva loved playing with fire, believed that because she is as otherworldly as Tommy is, she would remain unburnt.

She was fucking him; the Chinaman had let him know he’d taken her to his bed even if Eva moved with as little presence as a ghost. Chang had given him an olive branch in the form of a steady supply to the Eden after showing him its weaknesses, but Tommy Shelby will never trust that man especially with his wife and son.

Eva may not forgive him for this, but she’s left him no choice.

Taking the letters Grace had sent with her address in London ---because ,somehow, she’d known Eva had left him--- he asked to see her. And just like he’d known it, Grace readily takes up the offer to comfort him and believe she is woman enough to replace his darling witch.

Tommy could’ve taken May, or Lizzie or any woman he desired, but no other woman awoke Eva’s wrath like the blonde woman on his arm.

He doesn’t intend on fucking her, he can fuck without feelings, but Tommy knew he’d lose Eva forever if he even thought about doing it.

They loathed each other, knew they would be enemies because even when he and Lucy took her to bed, it was Eva who he desired as much as he desired Lucy.

Eva simply hated Grace because she lacked empathy for those not of her class and represented everything Eva loathed. Hated her even more when she set the police on Freddie for the crime of being a Jewish Communist and then for cashing in the bounty on Eva’s head by telling Campbell about it.

“You are perfect tonight.” He tells the woman on his arm who has no idea he is merely using her like she used him.

The Barmaid he and Lucy fell for was an illusion, Eva and Lucy were the real thing. Like comparing a light bulb to the sun.

Billy’s notoriety had taken a strange turn after she gave him every question he’d be asked at the trial.

Freda Kempton had been a loose end threatening to destroy his empire, Brilliant went from becoming the cruel lover who killed her to the friend who had tried to help her only for her to become the scorned woman intent on framing him for her suicide.

A cruel thing to do to the poor girl, but the dead have no notion of what goes on after anyways. Besides, she had been about to rat out Billy and, as horrid this business is, too many people were at stake.

But the man survived to see another day and his reputation survived just enough to keep him in Regent Street and change the way he runs things. He won’t do any of the recruiting personally anymore, now the more charming and good-looking soldiers in his triad would be doing that for him. As far as the world will know, Brilliant Chang really is a businessman who had been the victim of a poor mad girl in love with him.

His infamy had allowed Eva to weasel an invitation to a party in Charlie Chaplin’s honor out of her not quite distant cousin, Wag Macdonald.

The dress had been in the style of Shanghai, a cheongsam, that didn’t follow the modern fashions enough to hug her figure and make the women here die of envy. Black satin with gold embroidery and piping to match her simple yet costly jewelry.

“It looks better on the floor.” Brilliant comments as they steal the show from the man of the hour.

Eva has rather liked this.

The freedom to do as she pleases with a man who excites her and has no desire for anyone else. The thrill of the hunt and best of all, knowing Tommy’s yet to ruin this for her.

“Soon, we do not have to stay long, just enough to---” Eva cannot finish her words before she sees them.

Tommy with the blonde bitch on his arm.

Eva knows him like the back of her hand, knows that he is doing this to cause such a scene it will kill any desire Brilliant could have for her. Tommy wants to push her into letting her loathing of Grace appear like jealousy towards him and ruin her relationship with Billy with her own hands.

But Eva will be damned if she let him win like this.

“Mr. Shelby, at long last we finally meet.” Brilliant towers over her former husband being just a whisker away from being six feet tall.

Eva would say this was intentional, as it had been with her previous lovers, but she had never seen the man upright until that day he left his private room to join her. That his height allowed him to prick Tommy’s jealousy even more was a pleasant surprise.

Once upon a time, Eva had viewed her being the same height as Tommy as another sign they were soulmates and equals, but now it served as a weapon to hurt him for continuing to hurt her.

“I am not fond of meeting those my wife—” Tommy begins only to be corrected by the two women.

“Ex-wife.” One said it as a reminder it was over for good, the other trying to be seen as something else beyond an ornament on his arm.

He hadn’t needed to finish the sentence to let Billy know he thinks he will be anything more than a flash in the pan and have Grace piece together why Tommy would seek her out.

“Brilliant Chang.” Billy ignored the jab and introduced himself to the two of them.

“The murderer?” the blonde asks with interest and Billy winces at being known as only that.

“Acquitted.” Eva answers cutting their talk short. Tommy wanted her to cause a scene, for her to be the one driven to madness and yet she would not give him that.

“He wants a scene; I will not give him the pleasure.” The witch tells the man beside her who smiles agreeing with her strategy.

“Shall we enjoy ourselves at his expense, sweetheart?” Billy asks, leaning close enough for her to feel his breath at the shell of her ear.

“Great minds think alike.” Eva moved slightly and kissed her date knowing it’s killing Tommy to see her be happy with Brilliant Chang of all people.

Fuck him. Fuck Tommy and his blasted possessiveness.

She is an adult woman who has killed more people than Tommy, Lucy and Brilliant have combined, Eva knows what she’s doing and has the fucking foresight to know Billy would not hurt her. Hell, he hasn’t even fucked other women since they began seeing each other –which could not even be said about Tommy.

The witch should just tell him where Lucy is and make him her problem.

The redhead had found her aunt and mother through some Lees, this time with them would allow her to heal in a better environment. It would allow her to choose Tommy knowing she is free to have opinions and desires that do not always align with Tommy’s.

Lucy had been in such a state when Eva found her, ready to pull the trigger because Polly mistakenly blamed the Red Demon for ‘ruining’ their marriage. It had taken a lot of effort from the witch to explain that the fault was Eva’s for not thinking things through and focusing on her survival instead of the fact that their arrangement would destroy her.

Tommy and Lucy could love others and have no issue with that. Eva could only see it as not being enough just as she was not enough for Diosdado, who fucked any woman that looked his way, and Antonia, who loved Francisco and the safety of a husband more than risking it all with Eva in Paris.

Eva needed a man ---while she loved both men and women, she had to agree with Toña that the security a husband provided was vital for living in this time--- who is satisfied with just her, someone who can give her his heart and soul as wholeheartedly as the witch does.

And now that she has found him, Tommy is hellbent on ruining that.

When his initial strategy does not work, he corners her in the lavatory while some investors hang on to Billy’s words about taking a risk with his import business.

“Do not fuck her, she is here for fertility treatments and a reason to leave her husband for you.” Eva doesn’t look up knowing she’ll want to break the mirror the way she’d want to make his and Grace’s heads explode with her mind.

“Don’t fuck him, I do not want to be the one they call to claim you at the morgue.” Tommy makes his argument as clear as he did when he confronted her in the parlor of her house.

“I have killed more people than you and him combined, I am more like him than you think.” The dark-haired woman reminded her former lover and husband of her past. She abhors the idea of taking another life after all the killing she did in the war and what she did to Leopoldo Carranza.

Leopoldo who loved her and believed her to be true. She had made him believe he was Haemon to her Antigone and his father the cruel King Creon, so when his father quietly ordered her assassination mere days before her escape, the young man killed himself from the horror of it all.

He was the last life Eva took and would ever take.

“You did not do that on purpose. Billy Chang---”

“Eats and drinks everything he buys for me to prove he has no ill intentions, agrees to keep away from Charlie to assure you he won’t harm him and no longer seduces chorus girls to deal his cocaine for him.” the witch assures the devil, she is in safe hands with the lady-killer waiting for her outside.

“Could be an act for all you know, it was how he got his victim.” The gangster points out as if Eva didn’t know better.

“Freda was going to turn him in, and his uncles demanded he silence her. Billy didn’t know Campbell expected him to do exactly that so he could have something on him.” Brilliant could’ve explained it himself, but Tommy wouldn’t have let him get a word in. “You’re not the only one he’s come after, apparently.”

“Noted, but it still doesn’t make it better. I could make you happy if you let me.” His pained looks used to weaken her defenses enough to let him try and change her mind. They no longer held the same power over her as it did then.

They finally get to the part where its not a matter of safety but the heart.

“You are only saying this because you don’t have Lucy.” The witch finally deigns to look at him though the glass. “She still loves you, she is just finding out who is as an individual, you know. The Lovells are exactly who she needed to do that, being her kin and all.”

He had no idea who she was traveling with, he knew her mother was a Lovell, but he had never been able to track them down. Always too late and never knowing where they’d be going next.

And then when Charlie was born, he stopped looking for her because if Lucy wanted to be found, the red demon would’ve let it happen already.

“Do you think she’ll come back with me?” Tommy Shelby asked knowing everything that leaves Eva’s lips is nothing but the truth.

“Eventually, women fall too easily into your arms, your next wife should be allowed all the time she needs to look both ways before she jumps.” The witch smiled and turned to face him knowing this is the last time he will ever try to stop her from seeking her own happiness.

Hopefully Tommy will take the hint and make an honest woman out Lucy instead of unintentionally making another woman as miserable as Eva was with them.

“You know what she thinks about marriage, but you have never lied to me and if you say Lucy will be the next Mrs. Shelby, then it will happen come hell or high water.” Tommy Shelby’s sorrows melt away as her words sink in. He fears he is too fucked up too love ---as if Eva and Lucy couldn’t give him a run for his money--- a very real fear all three share strangely enough.

But Eva has always known the sun always rises again and just like she told them, it has.

At long last, their chapters in each other’s life come to an end. Eva returns to Brilliant and enjoy the rest of the night while Tommy leaves to find the fairgrounds Lucy will be at tomorrow morning and hope she will choose to share her life with him after looking both ways.

#evacore #tommy shelby x oc #brilliant chang x eva smith #brilliant chang x oc #venor fic seires #peaky blinders fanfiction

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inconspicious-random-thoughts · 7 months ago

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How do you think Alastor will react to the realization that it is actually possible for Sinners to be redeemed if and/or when word of Pentious's ascension gets back to the Hotel? He seemed sincere in his desire to watch demons struggle and fail to better themselves when he first hired himself into the position of facility manager, but since S1 it seems more likely he's really only there to get his hooks into Charlie and doesn't actually care if the Hotel succeeds or fails as long as he gets what he wants out of the princess.

"The world's a stage, and a stage is a world of entertainment" -Alastor

Hello my pal,

Pilot Alastor does seem more motivated by his whims and wanting entertainment. (I mean, if you have to all eternity...Things get mundane...) But with Amazon picking up the show, he clearly has more motives beside being at the hotel for funsies. I'm sure, he always meant to have a lot of plot around him before Amazon but we actually get content and episodes to feed us.

Side note: I love both versions of Alastor. But I like pilot slightly more. I think his voice is more fitting for the transatlantic radio host voice (no offence of the current one at all. He doing great and probably done a better job on delivery...I mean that Fuck you was perfect.) Also, I really miss Alastor boots/hoofs click clacking around the hotel when he walked. I wish they kept that sound effect.

I think his reaction would really depend on who he contracted to and what his real hidden objective is with the hotel. Like...is he chained to Lilith and he not there for the hotel but to protect and help Charlie?

Or is he there to make sure the hotel fails to prevent an uprising, and forcing Heavens hand?

Is he placed there to get close and keep on eye on things and trick Charlie?

Is he there to make sure it succeeds so Heaven foundations begin to crumble and plants seeds of doubt amongst other things.

Overall, I think Alastor believe redemption was a loss cause. Even, if he was told my his contractor that it was possible he always doubted it. He made his point in the pilot. Paraphrase: Sinners are past redemption. Their chance was the life they lived before, the punishment of their actions is Hell. I think Alastor truly believes that. Or at least wants it to be that way. We know Alastor was a serial killer with a weird moral code and killed people who deserved it. I think Alastor would hate the idea that his victims has a chance for a place in Heaven if he hadn't double dead them already. Alastor knows how terrible people can be...hes one of them. I think the idea sinners like him having a chance to share a space with his mother in heaven puts a foul taste in his mouth.

So when its proven Redemption is possible. I think he will be quite stunned and shocked. He'll act ecstatic for show and probably his generally happy for Charlie achieving her dream. But depending the reason why he there and how he owns him, he going to be strongly conflicted.

Possible panic/nervous if he failed his objective and had to deal with the person who owns his soul, as they will be very displeased with him because of that fact. Perhaps worried, because it furthers his master's objective *CoughCough Roo CoughCough* Which is something he personally against, but doesnt have a say in the matter. Or maybe he just painfully conflicted as he knows the playing field is nearly completed on being set up and the time to betray Charlie and the others is rapidly approaching. -He grew attached to them and he faltering on the idea to betray (destroy?) them. Panics as years of planning and effort to fulfilling his masters objective that would release him from his deal once completed...only to hesitate because of some fond feelings for naive weaklings? Afraid to incur his master wrath and lost of freedom if he failed because he was swayed by his pathetic feelings. Or maybe hes excited because his part of the deal is over...but still feel conflicted as it would place the hotel and its people in a bad and dangerous position.

This is why Alastor is such a fun character. He a wild card. He can go in any direction...Hell, he can go in all directions. He can rationally plan and think one way, his feelings going screw that and head in another direction, fulfilling his obligations as overlord and hotelier in another direction, and his chained soul can just flip off all the former force them to go in the direction directed by the master holding the chain.

I believe despite Alastor disbelieving in redemption in the beginning, or maybe slightly oppose it. He is slowly warming up (but still not even room temperature) to the idea as his fondness grows to the residents of the hotel. He observes how the residence became better. How some (Angel) gone through enough in Hell that perhaps his sins he committed in his short life has been overpaid. Eternity is long and can be harsh...as some sinners may already sin once to be damned for all of eternity.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel theory #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor the radio demon #hazbin thoughts #hazbin theory #hazbin hotel thoughts #the radio demon #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel the radio demon

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jessicaloons · 1 year ago

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Chapter 4:

Saying goodbye is death by a thousand cuts…

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After a successful season in GP3, with Charles winning the title, and me coming in close second we both would make our debut in Formula 2. The PREMA team saw the potential in us being very compatible as teammates and they decided to offer me a seat as well and pair us up again. We started the season on a strong note, topping the standings.

Our next race weekend would be in Monaco, Charles’ first home race. It was a really exiting week, hectic because wherever we went, people were yearning for a chance to approach the hometown hero, the golden boy. I loved seeing the shy smile on his face, he was so good with people, always smiling, laughing, taking pictures, signing stuff, hugging people left and right. Thankfully I was not that relevant for the people and I just stood somewhere off to the side. Watching how loved he was. I scrolled through my phone as someone poked my side, I looked around and my eyes went down, there stood a little girl, maybe 4 or 5 years old and smiled shyly at me.

"Hello there." I said in French and crouched down in front of her.

"You’re also racing, right?" she asked me and I nodded "You’re with Charles, right?"

"Yes, he’s my teammate, we’re racing together!" I answered and as Charles stepped next to us she smiled at him.

"Papa said that you will race in Formula 1 for Monaco one day!" she said and looked at Charles with big eyes, who only smiled.

"If I have the chance! And then I hope to make all of Monaco proud!" he said and the little girl smiled even wider, she was looking at a little pink camera in her hand and I stretched my hand out.

"How about I make a picture of you two together? Two amazing Monegasques!" I said and she handed me her camera, then Charles kneeled down next to her and they smiled for the camera.

"You look really pretty!" I said and the little girl giggled, then she turned to Charles.

"I like your girlfriend! She is super, mega pretty and she’s a racing driver!" she whispered, still loud enough for me to hear and I blushed a bit.

"She really is super, mega pretty! And she is a better racer than I am!" Charles answered and sent me his all consuming smile, that made my insides flutter and made me blush even harder. As the girl walked away with one last wave to both of us, Charles looked at me.

"Were you blushing, ma belle?" he asked and stood next to me. I tried to look away but he pulled me into his side, tilting my head with his hand to look at him, then looked me in the eyes.

"I mean yeah, it’s just�� you know… that was so sweet and…" I rambled and Charles gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"You’re cute when you’re rambling like this. But she was right, you are super, mega pretty!" he said quietly and I blushed even harder and hit his shoulder.

"Stop it! I’m not!" I said and Charles just laughed.

"Oh ma belle, you have no idea!" he answered and we kept on walking. Butterflies flying so hard in my stomach, I was convinced if Charles wouldn’t held me to his side I would’ve levitated.

I couldn’t believe it. I won the sprint race in Monaco. As I got out of my car I looked around. A mixture of happiness and sadness fighting in between me. I spotted Charles who cheered loud and celebrated my win, but I knew him well enough, his DNF yesterday with a mechanical issue and his DNF today after the collision with Norman was breaking his heart. He wanted to win so badly, here at home, where everyone was cheering him on. But most importantly he wanted to win for his father, whose health was declining with each week. I saw the sadness in his eyes as I walked over to him, he hugged me tight and I had to contain my tears.

"I’m so proud of you, ma belle! You drove brilliantly!" he whispered but I just shook my head.

"I’m so sorry, Charlie! Wouldn’t I almost spun out, Norman wouldn’t have collided with you and you would’ve won!" I said and Charles sighed.

"Lizzie! It’s your win! You deserve it! Your tires were degrading! It wasn’t your fault! You did amazing, how you controlled the car! Anyone else would’ve ended up in the wall! It’s all good!" he said but I still wasn’t happy with the situation, he gave me a kiss on the cheek and pushed me then away so that the rest of our team could congratulate me.

I saw him look up into the sky and for a second I saw a tear glimmer in his eye, but then it was gone and he smiled at me again.

This win would’ve meant so much to him. And there was nothing I could do to ease his pain.

"How is he?" I asked and Charles just shrugged his shoulders.

"The doctors are saying that it’s now their top priority to make it as comfortable as possible for him…" his voice was gravelly, eyes cold and focused on the street in front of us.

"I’m so sorry." I whispered and he turned to me for a second and smiled faintly.

"It’s good that you’re here. You and him, you always made each other laugh… I want to hear his loud belly laugh one last time again, before…" he stopped and swallowed hard and I grabbed his hand that lay on his right thigh, intertwined our fingers and kissed the back of his hand.

"It’s ok, Charlie. I’m here…" I said and rubbed soothing circles with my numb on his hand. Charles squeezed my hand and cleared his throat.

The room was filled with laughter as Hervé told the story of how he caught me stealing a bottle of cognac while Charles was supposed to keep watch, unsuccessfully.

"I tried to convince you that I was sleep walking and you laughed so loud that Dad woke up and came out!" I remembered and Hervé had tears in his eyes.

"You were trying so hard, even started behaving like a chicken!" he laughed and Arthur looked at me like I was crazy.

"You did what?" he almost couldn’t breathe anymore and Lorenzo just shook his head "Because of the documentary that was on in the background when we played Rommé?" he asked and I nodded.

"I just stood in the door frame and had to stop myself from laughing so hard! You were an awful chicken!" Charles laughed and Hervés laughter got even louder.

"The worst chicken ever!" he said. Pascale in her chair smiled happily and made secretly a picture of us all, sitting around her husband, laughing.

"At least you didn’t tell Dad why I was running around, pretending to be a chicken!" I chuckled and Hervé looked at me guilty "Oh no! You told him!"

"Yeah of course! He asked me if he had to worry about you, losing your mind!" he said and his sons were laughing even harder.

"But why didn’t he punish me?" I asked and he just shook his head.

"I told him that you embarrassed yourself and that is enough punishment!" he laughed and I pouted before I started laughing again.

I looked at Charles and for the first time in weeks he looked happy, truly happy and content. He must have felt my eyes on him, as he looked up, smiling his most beautiful and true smile, dimples showing. He mouthed a "Thank you" and I only smiled back. After a couple more minutes filled with laughter and banter we had to say our goodbyes, visiting hours were almost over. I leaned down and gave Hervé a kiss on his cheek.

"Goodbye, Hervé! Rest up! We’ll come after Baku to visit you!" I whispered and he took my hand in his and pulled me into a hug.

"My beautiful girl, thank you! For today! For all the years you looked out for my boys, especially Charles! You will have to look out for them even more when I’m gone and I’m sorry that I have to put this burden on you…" he whispered in my ear and I could feel the hot tears sting in my eyes, he was saying his final goodbye, I could feel it "I love you, Lizzie, like my own! You were a blessing for our family!"

"I love you too!" I whispered and when I stepped back I wiped the tears away.

"Don’t let him win in Baku!" Hervé said and Charles gave him a kiss on the cheeks and rolled his eyes.

"I would never! You know me!" I chuckled and tried to not show the overwhelming emotions, together with Lorenzo, Arthur and Charles I left the room, at the door I turned around one last time, waving goodbye and Hervé just smiled at me, Pascale next to him started to cry quietly, I turned around and closed the door quickly.

"Anyone hungry?" I asked and tried to sound carefree and optimistic.

"I could eat." Arthur answered and Lorenzo chuckled.

"You could always eat!" Charles said and we left the hospital.

Charles POV:

I dropped off Lizzie at the airport, hugging her tight.

"I wish I could stay! And then we fly together to Baku… but when the family council calls I have to answer!" she sighed and I laughed.

"It’s not even a week and then we’ll be on our way to Baku! Come on, ma belle!" I tried to cheer her up but she just shrugged her shoulders "I’m fine! We’re fine! The doctors say he is in a good condition at the moment, he seems to be happier than before, probably because his favourite child was visiting him… but I’ll take it, this time." She smiled, her eyes sparkling. It’s her special smile not everyone get’s to see, it’s that smile that made heat spread through my body like a raging fire.

"You can call me whenever you need me, you know that? Doesn’t matter what time it is, you call me! And if you don’t want to talk, then text me! Got it?" she said and I nodded before she hugged me, again.

I held her close and embraced her warm and tender form, inhaled her scent loudly, flowery with a hint of coconut and citrus, then I hummed in content. When she let go her cheeks were an adorable shade of pink.

"I call you when I’m at home, Charlie bear." she said in her softest voice and I only smiled as she walked to the security check.

"I’ll wait for your call, ma belle!" I said loud and as the older lady next to Lizzie looked up at her, then at me and smiled then at her, Lizzie’s cheeks turned even darker.

"Papa? Are you awake?" he looked even skinnier than before, skin pale.

"Charles?" he mumbled and opened his eyes "My Charles! Have I ever told you before how proud I am of you? Of all of you of course!"

"You did, Papa, so often!" I answered and sat down in the chair next to his bed, then I held his hand.

"So proud, Charles… and one day you’ll be driving in Formula 1… just like Jules did! I just know it!" Papa said and I swallowed, the Doctors words in the back of my head, he probably won’t make it through the night.

"Papa, our dream came true! They want me!" I said and the look on his face changed "Papa we’ve done it! I will be driving in F1 next season!"

"I always knew it Charles! I am so proud of you!" his smile spreads across his whole face "Lizzie?"

"Nothing yet, but I’m sure she get’s a seat!" I said and Papa nodded.

"She’s something special, Charles! I’ve never met someone like her before! You have to take good care of her! Marry her! Have a family with her! You two were destined to be together!" with every word his voice got weaker but his look was determined, as if he awaited an answer.

"If she want’s that too Papa, then I will make you proud!" I whispered and he nodded.

I got up from the chair, kissed his forehead and hugged him.

"I love you, Papa!" I said, tears streaming down my face.

"I love you too, my son!" he whispered and I carefully stood up, left the room and outside Maman was waiting together with Lorenzo and Arthur, she nodded and they both got in.

"You shouldn’t have lied to him, Charles." she said quietly but I shook my head.

"I wanted him to be proud, to be happy, before he…" I began but then the words got stuck in my throat.

"For him it was nice, but for you? How will you feel, knowing your last words to him were a lie?" she asked and I smiled.

"No, Maman, my last words weren’t a lie!" I smiled, one day hopefully Lizzie and I would spend the rest of our life’s together.

"So, I’m here now for how long? Can you just spill the beans? Dad and I have to leave tomorrow! And I only got back here because of your announcement! And now I’ve waited here for 4 days and nothing was announced…" I was pissed. I could’ve stayed in Monaco at Charles site, instead I got summoned here for some sort of announcement and because of my sisters unreliable boyfriend I sat around for 4 days until he finally had the nerve to show up.

"Sven and I have to tell you something!" Sissy began and I rolled my eyes "We’re pregnant!" she cheered although a bit cautious, Sven looked like someone had punched him.

"What do you mean? Pregnant?" I asked my sister, dumbfounded.

"What’s there not to understand?" Sven sneered, I never liked my sisters boyfriend, but right now I hated him.

"I’m not talking to you!" I glared at him.

"What’s with your studies?" Mum asked and Sissy sighed.

"I will finish this semester, then I will go on maternity leave for 12-15 months…" she began but got interrupted by her boyfriend.

"We haven’t discussed it yet. For now she will continue to study and work in the café and then we’ll see." he said and Dad cocked an eyebrow.

"And how are you gonna provide for your child and child mother? As far as I know you have no job at the moment…" he said and Sissy rolled her eyes.

"Dad! Sven is in the middle of his studies! In 1.5 years, when he is done, he will have all the opportunities! But he needs to focus!" she defended him and I scoffed.

"You’re also in the middle of your studies and should focus? And I’m not really into baby talk and stuff, but I’m pretty sure that the expanses of a baby are way more than what you earn in your café…" I started but was cut off by Sven.

"We’ll figure it out, she can always stock up on her hours." he said and I glared at him.

"Excuse you? She’s pregnant? She won’t be able to stand the whole day! You should get a job!" I said and he only shook his head.

"Like I said, we’ll figure it out. Topic done." he got up and walked out.

"He’s a fucking asshole and you should get rid of him!" I said and Mum gasped. Sissy glared at me and then looked at Dad, hoping he would say something to me.

"What she said." was his answer and Sissy shook her head, said goodbye and left.

"That can only be a devil spawn!" I said and Mum hit my arm then looked at my Dad for support.

"What she said." was his answer again and I laughed, I could feel my phone vibrate in my jeans and checked my messages.

I gulped loud and Mum and Dad looked at me, then I shook my head and handed Dad my phone.

"Come on, we have to go." Dad walked into my room and I was confused.

"Dad, our flight is in the morning… and I thought that maybe…" I began but stopped.

"We’re flying to Nice…" Dad said and my eyes widen "Mum is coming with us."

I got up and hugged him.

"Thanks, Dad!" I whispered and he gave me a kiss on the crown of my head.

"He needs you now…" he replied quietly and I nodded.

The drive to the airport, the flight, then the drive from Nice to Monaco, it all went by in a blur. I only watched outside the different windows, watching as it dawns. When we parked the car and got into the elevator, Mum joined us instead of walking as usual, I took a deep breath. Dad nudged my shoulder encouraging.

Lorenzo opened up the door for us, he looked collected, but his eyes betrayed him, the grief evident. We all hugged him stepping into the flat, it was dark, only the little lamp next to the sofa and a candle on the kitchen table was lit, it was quiet in the usually lively flat, what gave me an eerie feeling. Pascale was sitting at the kitchen table on the phone with someone, as she saw us approaching she said her goodbyes, hung up and stood up. Mum was the first to hug her.

"I’m so sorry, Pascale!" Mum said and Pascale only nodded, then my Dad hugged her.

"Our deepest condolences!" he said and Pascale smiled a little.

"Thank you." a quiet answer, before she looked at me and I hugged her.

"I’m so sorry!" I said and Pascale kissed my cheek.

"It’s good that you’re here, he’s not talking to anyone of us…" she whispered and I nodded. As I walked away towards Charles room I heard my Dad say "If you need anything, we’re here for you! Don’t you worry, we’ll be by your side!" and I took a deep breath, but before I reached Charles room I spared a glance into Arthur’s room and my heart broke. He lay in his bed, curled up into a ball, his body shaking and his whimpers gave me goosebumps. I didn’t knock or anything, I just walked in, sat beside him and pulled him up into a hug. He first was confused but then he realised it’s me and then he started to cry with no avail.

"Hey my little Tutur." I cooed and stroke his head "It’s okay, let it all out."

We sat there like this for some minutes and I felt my t-shirt dampen where he cried into my shoulder, but I just stroked his back and waited for him to calm down a little, after a while he yawned quietly and lay back down, his head in my lap.

"I don’t want him to be gone…" he whispered and I sighed.

"I know, Arthur, I know… me neither! He loved you all so much! You always have to remember that!" I said and kept on stroking his head and back.

"But he’s gone…" answered Arthur sleepy.

"He is. And I’m so sorry that he had to leave you so early! But he will always be by your side. He will always look over you! You will never be alone! I know it’s hard to believe now, but until you can feel it we will be here! We all will be by your side! We’re here for you!" I said it as comforting as possible as I felt that someone was watching from the doorframe "We’re here for all of you!" with that I looked at Charles. Pain stricken face, dishevelled, pale, glassy and bloodshot eyes. I stretched out my hand and in an instant he sat next to me and I carefully side hugged him, to not disturb Arthur who had dozed off.

"You came…" his voice was hoarse.

"You texted… I’m so sorry, Charlie!" I whispered and Charles hugged me harder, burying his face in the crook of my neck "I’ll be here for you! We all are!" Charles only nodded and I held him close to me, while stroking Arthur’s back. I didn’t know how long we’ve sat like this.

"Shouldn’t you be on your way to Baku?" Charles whispered and I shook my head.

"I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be!" I answered.

"But you will race? Bad enough that I can’t go…" he said and I looked up at my Dad who stood in the door. I shook my head, pleading.

"You both will race. Come on, you gotta pack, Charles. Lizzie, pack for Arthur." Dad said quietly to not wake up Arthur "We need to drive to Zurich for a flight to Baku."

"But Mum…" Charles sat up and Dad walked in and pulled him up into his arms.

"She wants you to go, Charles. She won’t be alone, Lorenzo stays. And Marina as well. We will go… it’s what he would’ve wanted for you, too." Dad whispered and Charles nods.

"Thank you." Charles walked away into his room.

"Why can’t we fly from Nice?" I asked Dad and carefully lifted Arthur’s head off my lap and shoved a pillow under it.

"There are no flights on time. Zurich is the next one, early in the morning. That’s why we need to leave soon." Dad answered and I nod, I start grabbing some shirts and pants, hoodies and his toiletry bag from the bathroom, putting everything in the little suitcase from under Arthur’s bed. Then I took his iPad, headphones, charger and purse and put it in his backpack. I gently nudged him and he slowly opened his eyes.

"Come on, we gotta go soon and I’m not going near your underwear drawer!"

He looked confused around.

"Where are we going?" he mumbled and sat up, looking between me and his packend suitcase and backpack.

"Charles and I have a race to attend…" I answered and Arthur nods only, getting up and packed the rest of his clothing into the suitcase.

"Passport?" I asked him.

"Lorenzo has it, the one of Charles as well." he answered and I smiled at him.

"You go and grab the passports, I go and grab your brother, we have to leave soon!" I said and Arthur gave me only a thumbs up and left his room with his baggage. I made my way to Charles room, I could hear him sniffle quietly and slowly opened the door, Charles sat on his bed, head in his hands, suitcase on the floor, empty. I quietly opened his closet and drawers, grabbed a bunch of clothes and put it in the suitcase, then I opened the drawer of his bedside table and grabbed his charger, headphones and iPad, put it all in his backpack and looked for his toiletry bag, then threw it in his suitcase.

"Come on Charles, I didn’t went through Arthur’s underwear and I don’t want to do it with yours…" I said and he snorted.

"It’s not like you haven’t seen my underwear! You even stole a pair of boxers from me!" he said and laughed quietly.

"Yes, because it was hot and I needed shorts!" I exclaimed and he just nodded and got up to grab said underwear, after he threw it in his suitcase and closed it he got up, looked at me and then pulled me into a tight hug.

"Thank you, ma belle." he whispered and I nodded "Your Dad is right, Papa would want me to race!"

"Let’s go and make him proud!" I answered and grabbed his helmet, Charles took his suitcase and backpack and together we left his room. After Mum hugged him and Arthur tight, we said our goodbyes and got to the car.

"I can drive as well, Paps." I said as we packed Charles’ and Arthur’s baggage into the trunk.

"I’m good for now, Lizzie. Maybe later." he answered and got in the drivers seat.

"Shotgun!" Arthur exclaimed and climbed into the passenger seat.

"At least you’ll sit next to me like that." Charles said quietly and opened the door for me.

"Thanks, Charlie." I said and he smiled a little.

"Ready?" Dad asked as soon as we sat in the car and we all just nodded. Charles looked down at his hands and I grabbed his right one and squeezed it, he looked up, then he leaned over at me, his head on my shoulder and closed his eyes.

"It’s going to be okay, Charles…" I whispered and I saw Dad‘s smile in the rear view mirror.

After the funeral I stayed in Monaco with Charles and his family. Helping to adjust to this new life without Hervé, as Charles and I prepared for the upcoming races in Austria and Silverstone. Both race weekends were a big success for PREMA with Charles winning the feature races in Austria and Silverstone and me winning the sprint race in Silverstone and altogether only podium finishes at the weekends for us. We also got summoned by Massimo to fulfil some of our duties as drivers in the FDA. Charles drove twice in FP1 for Haas in Austria and Silverstone, while I drove in FP1 in Silverstone for Sauber.

"What a weekend!" Charles said and dropped his backpack on the hotel bed.

"What a weekend, indeed!" I said and opened the mini fridge to store away the Vodka and ginger beer, then I sat down on the floor and opened my suitcase.

"So, who goes first?" I asked and pulled a leggings out, then my toiletry bag.

"You can go, I’ll order the food. Chinese? Pasta? Pizza?" Charles asked and sat down at the little seating area and took out his phone.

"Yes, and fries!" I answered and he laughed.

I went into the bathroom, feeling giddy, P1 in the sprint and P2 in the feature race, Charles and I now topping the standings, while he was 17 points ahead of me. I got into the shower, after some time Charles shouted the food will be here in 30 minutes. I wanted to answer when I slipped. As I fell, I let out a little scream before I landed on my wrist.

"Lizzie? Are you okay? What happened?" Charles was at the door in an instant.

"I slipped." I mumbled and saw the door opening a crack.

"Can I come in? I’m closing my eyes and handing you your towel!" Charles said and I sighed, pulling my knees up to my chin.

"Yeah it’s fine." I said and Charles walked in, eyes close, he held onto the vanity "You can open your eyes, please we can’t afford you falling as well!" he grabbed a towel and opened the shower cabin, then he knelt down in front of me.

"What hurts?" he asked gently and put the towel around my shoulders.

"My ass!" I joked and he chuckled but then he looked stern at me "I fell and landed on my wrist…"

"I’ll have a look in a minute, let me just rinse your hair." he got up and took the shower head out of it’s wall mount, then he knelt back down and I pulled the towel away and covered only my front with it. As he tested the water temperature, I tilted my head back.

"Okay?" he asked as he began to rinse out the shampoo and I nodded. After a couple of minutes he shut off the water and wringed out my hair, then got up and grabbed two more towels.

"Here, the one you have is already wet." he handed me one of the towels and then wrapped my hair in the smaller one. He then helped me up and I wrapped the towel around my body. I followed him out of the bathroom and sat down on the bed.

"Here." he handed me one of his hoodies and I put it over the towel, as he back from the bathroom with my sweat pants. I pulled them on and sat back down.

"Alright, let’s check your wrist, shall we." he smiled encouraging and took my right wrist carefully into his hand, lightly swollen already. He gently moved it around but as I inhaled sharply he stopped.

"What’s the verdict, Doc?" I asked with a small smile.

"I think it’s not sprained, but we should see a doctor tomorrow to be sure. I’ll go and get you ice and then we’ll prop it up." he answered and grabbed his phone "I’m calling René and tell him what happened." I sighed and nodded.

"When you said we were celebrating on our own, I didn’t want to die!" Charles chuckled and put his cup down "How much Vodka is in there?"

"That’s mine, I thought it’s good against the pain!" I said and he shook his head then handed me the cup.

"Are you sure you don’t want me to get you some painkillers?" he asked for the fifth time and I just shook my head and downed the way to strong Moscow Mule "Slow down, Lizzie! You didn’t eat enough to drink that much!"

"I’ll eat now, don’t worry!" I laughed and grabbed a slice of Pizza "What did René say? Was he pissed?"

"Why would he be pissed? You slipped in the shower? You weren’t doing any stupid shit, risking an injury! He said he’ll be here in the morning and then we’ll go to the hospital together." he answered and mixed himself a new drink "You gotta call your dad and tell him what happened."

"Nope, not until I know what it really is! He’ll just be annoying and will come here! Nope!" I said and Charles sighed. We sat in silence for a while, watching some sitcom about a police station in Brooklyn, laughing, eating and drinking away.

"You know what is weird?" Charles whispered and I turned to him, waiting for him to continue "Since after yesterday’s race, I haven’t thought of him… not once…" he closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the headboard "He’s not even gone for a month and I already start to not think about him? What kind of person does that?" his voice is hoarse. I sit up and scoot closer to him, putting my hand gently on his cheek, turning him to face me.

"Hey! Look at me! You didn’t just stop thinking about him, ok? A lot was happening yesterday! You won, you thought about him, you made him proud, like you always do, then you were happy for a bit because you deserve it! And the you focused on the next race! Because that is the kind of person you are! A racer through and through! And just because you didn’t actively thinking about him doesn’t mean he isn’t constantly on your mind! What were you doing this morning before we walked into the paddock? You nudged my chin like you always did! And why? Because your dad did that to you before every race he attended and some day you started it at me as well! What did you do before you got into the car today? You stroked over the sticker for your dad. When you were in the car before the start? You closed your eyes for a second right? Why? Because you always think of him in this second since he’s gone! Charles, I could go on like this for quite some time, but the point is, it’s normal! As sad as it is, life goes on, we start to live with the fact that they’re gone, we get back into our old routines but add new ones, tiny little details to remind us of the loved ones we lost! And so do you… you continue Jules’ legacy, you continue making your dad proud. And just because you’re not constantly thinking about them, doesn’t mean that you forget about them!" we both had tears in our eyes and Charles pulled me into him and hugged me tight.

"Promise me that you’re always by my side, ma belle! God, I can’t live without you!" he whispered and my heart skipped a beat at his words.

"We’re always there at each others sides, Charlie bear!" I answered and he groaned lightly "You love it, shut up!"

Hungary was a mess, to say the least. After the scare with my wrist I was happy to drive without a problem, but the weekend was cursed. Charles got his his seventh consecutive pole, just to be disqualified due to a technical breach and was forced to start from the back of the grid. I moved up on pole instead, but the start of the race was a mess, I accelerated, drove into the first corner, when Rowlands tires locked up and he steered his car straight into mine and ended both our races in the barriers. Charles could make his way up to P4. In lap 5 of the sprint race I had to retire the car with an electrical issue, Charles ended the race in P4 again. Not the weekend we wanted, after the last good ones.

"Summer break! God I need it!" Charles mumbled and got in the car.

"I’ll give you not even two weeks and you’ll start missing racing already!" Dad said and we laughed.

"Probably not even a week!" I said and Dad chuckled.

"It just shows how motivated and determined you two are, that’s a good quality!" he looked at Charles in the passenger seat "How you managed to pull through the last weeks, Charles, that was a display of your strength! He would be so proud of you! I am! We all are!" Charles smiled a little and nodded.

"Thanks, but without all of you, I wouldn’t have made it!" he answered and looked at me through the rear view mirror. I smiled at him and he smiled back.

"I think this vacation is what we all need!" I said and Charles nodded.

"Yeah, you’re right. It’s good we have some time off now, so we can come back stronger!" said Charles and Dad nodded, driving off the track, straight to the airport.

2 weeks off to refill the batteries, restore the energy to come back stronger than before…

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ashton-ryder · 19 days ago

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👥 + Jeremiah

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Introducing his mother to the Roses, with them pretty much being his first new friends moving here, his mother immediately took a liking to the three of them, empathetic and honestly, pissed off at the fact of what their mother put them through. She made the effort to always ask about them when she gets on video calls with Ashton, insisting on greeting them and saying hi when she could. The eldest was one that she felt for the most, for what Jeremiah had to do to survive not just for him but his siblings and his grandparents. She overlooks the things he had to do to earn a living, like her son, knowing somewhere in there was a wonderful man that didn't have a fair shot at life. The poor boy grew up too fast. She wondered if he ever got to enjoy an ounce of childhood, occasionally reaching out to Jer, whether to himself directly or through Charlie or fussing over them when she visits in person, checking in on his wellbeing, sending fun things to do she might've spotted in New York for him, even if they might be childish. But when has he ever gotten a chance to just have childish fun? Next to Charlie, he's also another one to get invited over to Minnesota, though the offer was more often to get rejected, sometimes jokingly quoting he preferred somewhere warm for his vacations. But she just wanted to return the love that the siblings have given to Ash all this time, knowing that they deserve it more than anyone else she knew.

Ever since day one of meeting her, Charlie had this running joke of her oldest brother and Ashton. Literally explaining how he met Ashton, pulling him off the streets before a car hit him, you could see her eyes light up with amusement muttering oh my god like a meet cute. It started off as a light joke, letting her have her fun with it calling them an old married couple when they bickered, ..until it wasn't. He wasn't quite sure when it changed either but a keen eye might've been able to see the shift in Ash's and Jer's reactions to her jokes. He's mastered it better now though after years into it, a simply eye roll, forcing back the smile that would grow and letting silence deny it all because he realized anything he said would absolutely be used against him, both by Charlie and Jer, heck even JP sometimes. But with the collapse of New York, the jokes had at least calmed or ceased, bigger and more important things happening around them, and it was perhaps the break Ash needed to really sit and reflect on what was still a joke or not.

Despite Jeremiah's closeness to Sada, he's one of the few people Ash actually opens up to about his predicament with her. He knows it's playing with fire, but.. it's Jer, there was a trust Ash couldn't quite explain. Unlike with Ria, Jer at least believes him. Though often brushing it off as nothing much, she's just teasing Ash, that's all. Ash disagrees very much with that statement, on more than one or two occasions he's considered leaving New York, dropping his PhD, just leaving everything behind and disappear all to avoid this distress in his life. But he wasn't sure if he could throw back the lifeline Ruth gave him. Of all the people wrapped around Sada's finger, Jeremiah was the only one Ash felt safe with and trusted to care enough about him to dare challenge Sada on certain things. But not that he wanted Jer to get in trouble for it. Sure there's always that tinge of doubt, that it was all a sick joke from the beginning ..At the very least Jeremiah believes him, and that was enough. That was the bar Ash had with this bullshit with Sada. Little did he even know that Jeremiah was the one who fought for him between Sada deciding to try and kill him or not.

He knows he probably shouldn't, but he couldn't help it, most of the time not noticing it himself; touches that lingered a bit too long, stolen glances shared for seconds longer than it should, flirting Jeremiah does that dangerously toed the line between joking and being serious. He can sense that there something between them but he hasn't had the courage to find out and confront what that is. Ash tries to ignore those feelings over the years, half expecting that if he indulged in them for too long, it'll only be pain and heartbreak coming back and he wasn't sure if he could handle another. Because if Ash falls, he falls hard, it's easier if he grips tightly onto the railing before he lets himself do just that. This was a friendship he couldn't afford to ruin or lose ever, because at the end of the day that friendship was enough for him. At least he tells himself that. He had hoped that it was just him, maybe it was in his head, maybe no one else would notice, maybe Jeremiah was just toying with him, maybe Sada put him up to it, those were easier pills to swallow, things he can guard himself from and justify his hesitancy with, but then sometimes when they're alone, and the snark and bite in their words dissolves, and they're just two humans finding solace in each other's company, and then ..he's not so sure all over again, of what it was, what it is, and what it's not.

bonus: on the car ride back looking up to see Jer as who he was leaning against in the cramped car was the biggest relief ever seeing him alive, at that moment never noticing that way his hand silently found his, fingers interlacing and desperately holding onto them until they made it back home.

#i already showed kit but thought it was an apt place to drop this playlist akjshdasd <3 #i did say i was doing a playlist and there was no turning back from it!!!#ch: Jeremiah #ship: i'm better when you're here #;memes #;more about #;music #ch: Mama Ryder #;answered

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miss0atae · 10 months ago

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Random thoughts about Pit Babe the series ep 13:

This is the last episode and what a ride it was. I'm sad we have to say bye to the first Thai BL Omegaverse and every characters from this series. Friday won't be the same.

▪️ Of course, Babe and Charlie are back together. Babe didn't really resented Charlie for making him experienced grief and faking his death. As always, Charlie has always been very lucky with Babe. It must be the power of love. I know I should be disappointed they didn't give them the time to talk about it but it was the last episode and to be honest I'm glad we didn't spend too much time on it. Babe experienced too much sadness and grieves in this series. At least, he didn't have to do it more for Charlie. They are very much in love and happy together and I'm glad for them.

▪️ Babe had his reunion with his father after so many years. He got the chance to express how he felt about this separation. It wasn't my favorite part of the series but it was needed for Babe. I felt like his father appeared too late on the story. It came at the worst possible moment, for me. I wish he was more involved. I can't even understand why he didn't come to Babe when he escaped Tony's place and became a racer. At least, they mended their relationship.

▪️ As for Alan and Jeff, I was really waiting for them to be together in previous episodes and I'm glad in this episode they didn't have to face any hardships. Alan saved his boyfriend and they are happy together. They may be less demonstrative than Charlie and Babe, but what matters is that they are in a loving relationship.

▪️ Winner was still a sore loser. It's funny how his name don't match his personality or actions. He got what he deserves. He was a terrible person. I never had any interest for him. It's not like he never got a chance to be better. Kim tried several time in the series to make him understand that his actions will face consequences and he never listened.

▪️ Tony died! Now, he will never hurt anyone again and all those children are free from his abuse and greed. Kenta is the one who killed him and I think it was the perfect choice. He has been the one who stayed the longest with him and he was brainwashed into believing crumbs of affection (mostly giving him a shelter and not letting him dying alone) was love. He did many bad things in the name of love because he thought he would one day be loved the way he deserved or because he thought he could only do that. This character moved me a lot. I'm glad his free now. It's sad that we didn't get anything after he killed Tony. We don't know what happened to him. Is he taking care of the children? How does he live with the guilt? Is he in contact with Pete?

▪️ Finally, it's time to talk about Way. He wasn't my favorite character but I felt pity for him. In the last two episodes, he tried to redeem himself. He apologizes for his wrongdoing and lies. He actively helped Way and Babe to take down Tony, as well. He also sacrificed his life... and I'm not happy about that. I'm not used to see people dying in BLs. It's mostly the bad guys who are dying because when it's not the case it hurts too much (Yes I'm talking about you History 3: Make Our Days Count. I will never forgive you for the pain!). Way wasn't exactly a good guy but I wanted him to have a real chance to make amends. I wasn't expecting him to die for real. Until the last moment, I thought his death wasn't real and he would appeared. Pete and Way never had a chance to have a relationship. I thought they were supposed to be together. Why?!

The series ended with a positive note because Charlie x Babe, Alan x Jeff and Kim finally being able to compete in a real racing team. However, I'm still feeling a little letdown by what happened to Way, but also about Kenta and Pete in some way. I still consider Pit Babes a really enjoyable series and I had so much fun watching it. It will be a pleasure to watch it again sometimes.

I also hope we'll get to see every actors again in another series, with maybe another pairing because they are all very good and have amazing chemistry. Special mention to Pavel and Nut who know how to be pretty criers. I'm not against any special episode (I know some people don't like them, but I like to stay more in a well-known world with characters I love).

#my thoughts #thai series #thai bl #bl drama #bl series #pit babe bl #pit babe spoilers #pit babe the series #pit babe #random thoughts #We never got Pete x Way!#What about Kenta and Kim?#I'm still shocked about Way's death #Babe spent a lot of time crying. Poor Baby...#At least I had Alan x Jeff!#I would recommend it

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"You were so amazing there Todd! I'm so proud of you!" Neil said as they both enter their shared room after a day of classes, which ended with Mr. Keating's classes and Todd giving another of his, according to Neil's opinion, amazing pieces.

Todd smiled at his compliment, though it never reached its eyes as he replies. "I'm not amazing, but thank you, Neil." And Neil frowns at the comment, ever since he met Todd, Neil often hears this from Todd. Especially when anyone would even compliment him for anything he did.

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He remembers the first time their first meeting along with Meeks, Charlie, and Knox, Charlie said an offhand comment saying that since he's an Anderson he must be very smart, to which Todd replied saying that his brother was smarter than him. Neil and Charlie shared looks at each other that time, they just met Todd but are both willing to protect them.

There was also the time they all first heard Todd's monologue during Mr. Keating's class, which the whole classroom loved to hear, even the non-poets complimented the usually meek Todd.

"That was amazing Todd, maybe you could help us think of one whenever Mr. Keating gives us another assignment!" Knox said once they were situated in the cave, lounging around until they had to come back for dinner.

"I'm not sure I'll be able to help," Todd replies refusing to meet Knox's eyes who looked confused.

"Todd you know you're really awesome, right? There's no need to always bring you down." It was Meeks who spoke, Pitts beside him nodding along.

"Am I really?" Todd questions and their scathing tone of it made the others hesitate in answering, while Todd was glaring on the floor the other poets looks at Neil, hoping that he was the one to reply, and Neil was, in fact as the look at him he's already about to speak.

"You are." Neil answered full of sincerity and emotion Todd looked at him as his cheeks turned rosy, and before he smile at Neil, a quiet yet comfortable silence filled the room before they heard the bell indicating it was almost dinner time.

As the poets walk back Todd was by Neil's side, the two of them walking on a slower pace than the others.

"Thanks Neil." Todd said and Neil smiled. "I don't get compliments that much, so I-" Todd sighs, and Neil waited until the other wanted to continue, "I guess I just don't believe in them," Todd said it with such sadness in his tone that it Neil's heart aches.

And from then on Neil vowed that he'll prove Todd wrong, that he was amazing, that he deserved all the compliments that were given to him. Every chance he got, he complimented Todd. Even for some things that would make Todd's eyebrow raise, he compliments it.

"You look amazing today." "Great job at answering Mr. Keating's question!" "You look so beautiful."

After a while, Todd began to notice what Neil was doing, so he would try to deflect most compliments given to him, feeling unworthy of such words.

Maybe a part of his mind wants him to give in and accept these compliments, that he deserves them. But a stronger part of his brain tells him that he doesn't deserve it, that he'll never amount into anything, as he'll never be as good as his brother.

This caused moments where the two would argue, it started playfully, but lately, due to Neil's frustration with Todd's deflection, it'll get heated, especially since it was around this time that Neil realized how much he cared about Todd, how much he wanted for Todd to see him how he sees himself.

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And that is where they find themselves in this situation.

"Todd," Neil starts. "You need to stop with the self-deprecation."

"N-Neil-"

"It's just..." Neil paces around the room. "You make yourself out to be this unlovable person when you're not."

Todd sighs. "Neil, can we please drop this?"

"No, we will not."

"Jesus Neil, why do you even care so much?" Todd asked, raising his voice.

Neil flinched, yet he stood his ground. "I care so much because I hate seeing you downgrade yourself too much then you deserve." Neil takes a breath before he continues. "I just wish you could see yourself the way that I see you!"

"Then tell me, Neil." Todd suddenly surges forward and suddenly he's close, oh so close that Neil can hear his breathing. "How do you see me?"

Neil was taken aback by the forwardness and found himself staring into Todd's eyes. "Amazing, I find you the most amazing person that I've met." He simply replies, his voice thick with emotion.

Todd eye's widened as he steps back, a cloud of disbelief clouds his eyes as he tries to laugh nervously, cheeks slowly turning scarlet. "If I didn't know better, you sound like you love me."

Neil felt a sudden burst of confidence "So what if I do?" Todd looks at him in disbelief, but before the other could speak he continued. "And even if I didn't I'll still tell you that you're amazing."

Todd finds himself speechless. "I..." Neil smiles at him, and a sigh of relief after finally being able to say what he feels to Todd.

"H-How? Why me?"

Neil takes this opportunity to walk closer to Todd. "That's too many to mention, that if we talk about it, it would take infinity before I'll ever stop talking." He takes Todd's hands, it felt cold in contrast to his warm ones, Todd must've been cold because he forgot to grab his sweater.

Neil finds himself as Todd looks at him as tears start to fall from his eyes. "I just ... It's hard Neil, given how my parents-" Todd was interrupted by his own sobs before Neil pulls him for a warm hug.

"I understand Todd, that's why I'm here to remind you that you are amazing. On days that you think you aren't I'll be there to always remind you that." Neil whispers to Todd's ears as Todd felt comfortable under Neil's arms.

They do fit together.

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Todd nods snuggling closer to Neil as the two found themselves in comfortable silence before Todd speaks again.

"I don't think I've responded to your declaration of love yet."

"There's no need, I know you love me," Neil replies with a smirk.

Todd laughs and nods to that. It was true. "I do, but I want you to hear it from me," Todd said before he sits to look at Neil.

"At first I didn't ever expect that you'd ever fall in love with me, with someone like me." Neil was about to say something but Todd stops him. "And you saying all of that, you loving and supporting me, makes me believe that all those words you say are the truth and that I shouldn't listen to that voice in my head." He then takes a deep breath.

"I love you, Neil Perry." And he looks at Neil who is positively glowing, a wide grin on his face as he swoops to envelop Todd in a hug.

"I love you too, Todd Anderson," Neil replies as his lips settle on Todd's forehead and gave it a quick kiss.

And for the first time, Todd felt like he is amazing.

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@inahallucination anderperryyyy

#dead poets society #todd anderson #neil perry #anderperry

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