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4alarmfirecracker · 1 year

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(insp.) (insp.)

#The Nevers #Amalia x Penance #Truedair #Truepenance #Whatever you wanna call them even though I love Truedair #Nevers:S1 #TheNevers*#Truedair*#TruePenance*#Nevers:1x01 #Nevers:1x03 #Nevers:1x04 #Nevers:1x09 #Nevers:1x11

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ghorbanis · 1 year

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i’ll hold you in my heart for as long as it’s beating and until my last breath

AMALIA TRUE & PENANCE ADAIR THE NEVERS

#amalia x penance #truedair #amalia true #penance adair #the nevers #theneversedit #did i basically make this for myself because there's all of like 3 people who watched this show and got to see the new episodes #the answer is yes #my edits

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cookiepotofchaos · 1 year

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Over on YouTube, I really love all of wanderlust's Penance/Amalia videos, they're wonderfully done and so well edited.

But the most recent one, Dynasty, is especially beautiful. It's also a little sad to watch, knowing that the ending of 1B is all we have.

A part of me can't help but think, with the set-up at the end of 1B, a season 2 could very well have seen Truedair come to life. At the very least, there would have been a wonderful arc of them coming back to each other again.

Goddammit, I hate all these cancellations and the streaming models that play such a big part in them...

At least we still have the fandom, no matter how small.

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#The Nevers #small fandoms #amalia x penance #truedair #Youtube

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faithandbuffy · 1 year

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screaming and crying

#what the fuck!!!!!!!#look at her FACE #the nevers #amalia and penance #the nevers hbo #the nevers spoilers #truedair

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lizziehatter · 2 years

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if not canon why this??? and not just the touching but what penance is saying?? "the cloud that wanted thunder but was too gentle to hold it" could apply to how penance views her and amalia's relationship, she (the cloud obviously because pen is the gentlest person, the ray of sunshine) wants amalia (the thunder, strong and loud and that comes with storms and can cause destruction) but thinks she might be too gentle to truly be able to be with amalia, that amalia wouldn't want anything with her because she is too much of a nice girl, maybe penance thinks that because of her always being so nice to everyone she is too weak to deserve amalia? idk but all that gave a lot of food for thought

#truedair #penance x amalia #penance adair #amalia true #the nevers

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paperbackribs · 19 days

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Get attacked!! ✨🌈SEND THIS TO OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING🌈

#thank you truedair #*beaming

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theneversincorrect · 2 years

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amalia: if i were to fall ‘cause i’m drunk, would you catch me?

penance: nope. i already fell for you so it’d be pretty hard.

amalia: i’m filled with scotch and about to pass out, please answer me.

#the nevers (hbo)#the nevers #incorrect the nevers #the nevers incorrect #incorrect quote #incorrect quotes #source: tumblr #amalia true #penance adair #trudair #truepenance #amalia x penance #penance x amalia #truedair

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fireandfolds · 3 years

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the way you’ve changed my life (penance adair/amalia true) — read on ao3

amalia can’t turn penance down when she asks her to play.

for @ancneun.

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It started by accident, one night after a particularly spirited stakeout that ended in a battle with Dr. Hague’s robotic men. She’d collapsed on the couch in the inventor’s workshop, greeted in the morning by the warm sun and her even warmer best friend next to her.

From then on, whether or not one of them was injured or hurt or otherwise preoccupied, Amalia found herself coaxed to lie down and rest. Some days were harder than others, but Penance always got her way. At least, with Amalia. She couldn’t say no to those eyes and that smile. And maybe, just maybe, she looked forward to letting her guard down and slotting herself in between the scientist’s wiry arms every evening.

The more time she spent with the younger woman, the more time she spent in the workshop, which was separate from the main building and soundproofed, to block outside noise from coming in and inside noise from leaving. Penance was even kind enough to set up a desk in the corner of the room, so both women could do their work in the same space. Amalia got her work done if she was focused; otherwise, she amusedly watched her partner tirelessly tinker and mumble under her breath.

She rubbed away the creases on her arms from nodding off at her desk and eyed the clock to her right. Half-past two in the morning wasn’t so bad. Looking across the moon-dappled room scattered with whirring objects, she understood why she wasn’t bundled up in a bed with a blonde inventor somewhere.

The inventor in question was snoring gently at one of her workshop tables, surrounded by bits of metal and wire and parchment. It seems they both got wrapped up in their work. The soldier’s keen eyes watched Penance for a while, tapping her fingers in rhythm with the rise and fall of her chest. It was calming, especially after the week they’d had. Too many people figured out that for Penance, Amalia would do anything. But it was true the other way as well. Penance Adair doesn’t make room in her life, or work space, for just anyone.

Next to her desk, under an oiled sheet of canvas, was a small but handsome piano. She had let it slip one evening that she loved to play piano and sing—but couldn’t openly do so, because none of the songs she knew existed yet. This frustration had been aired to the other woman more than once. Penance, of course, wanted to hear Amalia at the keys, so she scoured the streets and found an old upright, a console piano.

It was a little banged up on the left side and the keys were wildly out of tune, but between the two women they had the tools and the wits to get the instrument sounding like itself again. Amalia huffed a quiet laugh at the memory. Shoulders and hands brushing as they tuned the strings, the warm feeling in her chest whenever she made the blonde laugh.

When they finished, Amalia could remember the proud glow of success coming from her best friend. Having a working piano was great, but seeing Penance so happy was even better. She could feel the blonde’s smile against her collarbone as she embraced her.

On quiet nights, the Irishwoman asked very sweetly if Amalia could play a tune or two. She always obliged, without a second of hesitation. It felt safe to sit with her back to the entrance for once, with the golden-haired woman perched on the bench at her side, warm and constant.

She quietly removed the canvas cover, her lips quirking up as she ran her hand across the top lid. The sanded wood was soothing to touch. As she sat on the bench Penance had crafted her the leather creaked comfortingly. It reminded her of her old leather jacket, from another life.

The keys sat under her fingers, familiar and warm. They weren’t ivory like the piano she had in her time, but she loved the indentations in the wood, evidence of a previous owner. She pressed down, feeling the satisfying buzz in her bones as the chord rang out.

“Amalia?”

She stopped and turned on the bench, her reply sitting on her tongue. It dissolved when she saw the way Penance was looking at her. Slightly unfocused and sleepy, but full of adoration and tenderness.

How lucky she was to land in this time, meet this extraordinary woman, become fast friends, and work at her side every day. It was easy to love when Penance was involved.

“Come on, Pen. Let’s get you to bed.” She wove her way across the workshop to help the inventor to the couch. Penance initially batted her help away, but gave in eventually and snaked an arm around Amalia’s waist.

Lavender wafted in the air, the scent of her favourite person. Amalia’s cheeks had started hurting from all the smiling she was doing. Boy, her intimidating reputation as a badass fighter would be ruined if anyone saw how she treated Penance.

“Can you play something?”

After a moment’s hesitation, Amalia nodded and moved them to the piano instead of the couch. Once they were positioned on the bench comfortably, she ran through some chords before she really got into it.

“And that’s why birds do it, bees do it, even educated fleas do it: let’s do it, let’s fall in love.” Her voice was raspy at the beginning like it always was, but a few bars in and it soon warmed into the strong alto she knew Penance loved.

“Romantic sponges, they say, do it. Oysters down in Oyster Bay do it. Let's do it, let's fall in love.” Penance leaned in her shoulder, brushing her lips against the soft spot behind her ear. Amalia could feel the vibrations against her whole left side, and she felt the warmness in her chest bloom again.

“Electric eels, I might add, do it, though it shocks 'em, I know. Why ask if shad do it? Garçon, the shad roe!” She sang the last line as she always did, in a very silly and very bad French accent. It landed exactly as she intended, the woman throwing her head back in laughter. She was so focused on Penance that she almost hit the wrong keys. Almost.

“In shallow shoals, English soles do it. Goldfish in the privacy of bowls do it. Let's do it, let's fall in love.” The last notes hung in the air before dissipating, and Amalia relaxed with a small sigh.

“What was that one called?”

“That was ‘Let’s Do It’ by a man named Cole Porter. He was an American who wrote songs and music. A lot of his music was in popular musicals of his day.” She stood and retrieved the canvas cover set on her desk, carefully sliding it over the piano.

“Musicals?”

“Basically plays but the story is told mostly or entirely in song. Sometimes they were visually recorded.”

She turned to find the blonde woman staring off into space. “Hey! No thinking thoughts at this time of night. You can figure out how to break the world after a bit of rest.”

“Alright…” Penance allowed herself to be led, finally, to the couch.

The last thing Amalia heard and felt was her companion humming into her chest. One of the few times an accident turned out well, and she was glad for it.

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#the nevers (hbo)#the nevers #amalia true #penance adair #amalia x penance #penance x amalia #truepenance #i still think truepenance is a stupid ship name sorry not sorry #truedair #trudair #ao3 writer #read on ao3 #ao3 fanfic #trudair fanfic

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thelittlemars · 3 years

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I really ship Truedair (Amalia True x Penance Adair) but if they don't go canon I'll be extremely pleased anyway by one of the most wonderful representation of female friendship I've ever seen

#amalia x penance #the nevers #the nevers hbo #hbo #amalia true #penance adair

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4alarmfirecracker · 1 year

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