#nevermore fanfic

[kazooaa]

Am I too late for this trend…

This is my apology for not getting a chapter out this month, I’M VERY SORRY, I’VE BEEN BUSY.

I’m working on it though so stay tuned <3

[sofiiif]

Okay so ,which one of you bitches wrote the fanfic about Catterina?

Catterina.

The cat that appeared for two seconds in the comic.

Lenore's cat.

Of everything you could write about Nevermore Webtoon, you wrote about Catterina the night Lenore ran away.

Great. Really great.

No, really. You're a genius.

I love this.

Kisses and hugs for you♡

[sickczyk]

Someone needs to write a fic about what could've happened if Lenore wished for Annabel to come to dreamland instead of Duke 🙏

[jockw]

Have some European Lennabel transfer student one shot and random Prospero who drinks premium pineapple juice

[duke-is-the-shit]

Sometimes I think about how it’s possible that Pluto and Duke met each other while they were alive because they both lived in the same time period of France. Like Pluto finally gets to Paris and goes to see a circus show for fun, and there he sees Duke doing his escape act, and it impresses him so much that he goes to find Duke backstage and talk to him and hit it off. And that’s the reason Pluto is so attached to him because he just feels that Duke is important to him and always has been but can’t remember why. Ugh, I’m about to write a fanfic.

[atlantis-just-drowned]

please please anything for pluto🙏🙏🙏

A/N: Hello and once again sorry for the delay. I need this man in my life it's not even funny at this point. I'm taking it out on your request Anon, hope you appreciate self-indulgent domestic fluff. Also yes I totally think Pluto could be a literature/latin/etymology university teacher don't ask me why I just thought it'd be funny.

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Masterlist

It was late in the afternoon when you heard the sound of keys unlocking your front door. From where you were standing in the kitchen, washing the dishes, you couldn't see the newcomer, but you knew who it was nonetheless.

"Welcome back Pluto!" you called to let him know where you were.

It had taken a while for him to get used to living with you. The first few months, he jumped every time he ran into you or heard your voice. Even the sound of your footsteps was enough to make him tense.

You were proud of the progress he had made.

Lately, he seemed generally more relaxed. As long as you made sure to not take him by surprise and announced yourself before entering the room he was in, he didn't get startled as much as he used to. Even his night terrors had started to recede. You could read it on his face: he felt happier.

You two had started to fall into a comfortable rhythm of everyday chores and shared peacefulness. Waking each other up, preparing breakfast, going to work, coming back home, dining together, sometimes watching a movie while cuddling, then going to bed and repeat the cycle.

It had became a habit for you to fall asleep on his lap or chest, while he threaded his hand through your hair and read a chapter of his book - you had convinced him to start using reading glasses after a month of watching him squint to the point of giving himself headaches.

You'd be lying if you affirmed it was entirely a dream-come-true, but it was probably the closest you'd ever get from one.

You were shaken out of your thoughts when you felt a pair of arms sneaking around your waist. It was Pluto of course, dressed in one of his gray sweaters, leaning against you and burying his face in the crook of your neck with a hum.

It wasn't a rare sight for him to seek your touch: you knew how touch-starved this man was long before you had moved in with him.

He seemed tired, and for a moment, he simply stayed still, breathing in your scent.

"How was today?" you tried asking, still gently cleaning the plates with a sponge.

He only hummed lazily, before lifting his head slightly to trail slow kisses from the tip of your shoulder, back to the crook of your neck, and up to the spot just behind your ear. You felt a shiver run down your spine at the soft contact, as he spoke against your skin with a weary tone.

"Long." A kiss on your nape. "Students insisted on being insufferable." Another slow kiss in the crook of your neck. "...Missed you."

You couldn't help the loving smile that spread across your face. Finishing to dry the dishes, you put them aside and closed your eyes, leaning back on him as your arms went to rest on his.

You didn't miss the way he tightened his grip on your waist, or how he nuzzled the crook of your neck once again with a tired groan.

"I missed you too." You affirmed, earning a satisfied hum. It really felt like speaking to a housecat by that point, but you weren't going to complain about it.

"You did?"

"Of course." You couldn't help but grin. His warmth was entrancing; you felt so loved it was almost unbelievable.

He gave you another kiss on your shoulder, staying silent and motionless for a moment - you suspected him to be simply basking in your warmth. When you started getting tired of standing up in the middle of the kitchen for no reason, you lifted one of your hands to his cheek and felt him slightly tilting his head to lean against your palm.

"What if" You mused. "we ordered fish and chips..." Pluto hummed again and gave a gentle squeeze to your waist, signaling you to keep going. "And watched Dark Shadows?"

He snorted. "Dark Shadows, really?"

"Aw, come on!"

"It's not even that good!" He declared, and you could hear the smile in his voice.

You pouted. "But you like it!"

At that, he let out a laugh, and you felt his chest shake in rhythm, pressing against your back. It was impossible for you not to feel the corners of your mouth tugging upward once more.

"Okay. Maybe I do." He said, kissing your nape again before letting go of your waist.

You felt his fingers intertwine with yours as he turned you around and tugged you towards the living room. "Let's go then?" He said with a small smile, walking backwards so he could still look at you.

"Yeah, let's go." You answered with the same, smitten smile, before chiding teasingly "But turn around to see where you're going, before you run into the furniture!"

"Alright!" He chuckled before turning around, switching hands to keep holding yours anyway.

Yeah. This might not be perfect. But it was close enough for you.

[pond-porridge]

keep forgetting to post this. anyway I love circus au and this totally isn't hints to future chapters whaaaaat nooooooooo

not my best art but we're ignoring that cuz I promised it two weeks before I drew it

[scouthearted]

It was brought to my attention that I never advertise my Nevermore work on tumblr for some reason So anyway, if you like summer camp AUs, sapphic women, girls wearing underwear on the beach???, funny moments between childhood friends, and cheeky references to canon... I present to you, Neversmores.

[thhestia]

i couldn't sleep last night so i wrote a whole fanfic chapter in my head. IN MY HEAD

and it was a Lennabel fic...

And now, i seem to remember only like half of it so...

I'M TRYING TO WRITE DOWN WHATEVER I REMEMBER BUT IT DOES NOT LOOK AS POETIC AS IT WAS IN MY HEAD😭

anyway y'all, i will keep you updated when i decide to upload it on ao3

[imlivinginyourtrashcan]

I feel like a danganronpa nevermore would genuienly be a really cool concept but I also feel like most of it would be a back and fourth of Duke and Annabel screaming "YOU KILLED THEM!!" "NO THE FUCK I DID NOT!!!"

[kazooaa]

Racer AU (vroom vroom) anyone? :3

[girlfailure180]

I need help deciding what roles are going to go to which person for the Nevermore theater fanfic

I think I’m prob gonna do Little Shop Of Horrors as the play but like the only person I’m positive I’m making a character is like Prospero as Seymour

I should also add to ppl who haven’t read my fanfic yet that only Annabel’s group are the ones actually acting while The Misfits handle things backstage

[emotianallesbiansoup]

NEVERSMORES!!!

Fanfic fanart is a breed of art I never though I would be making consistently but here we are I guess! One of my fav nevermore pics is neversmores so I decided to make some art for it! Hope y'all like it!

I traditionally just use black pen and ink for this stuff but I wanted to make some stuff pop with my lucky purple gel pen so I did!

[jockw]

Oh shoot I nearly forgot

I finally reached 69 nevermore fanfics 🥳🎉

LESGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[duke-is-the-shit]

Hey neverwhores! It’s been too long but I’m ready to continue my infection au. This is Pluto’s. Hope you enjoy!

Itch

It just started one day, so subtle that Pluto didn’t notice until Duke called it out. “Mon ami, scratch that arm any more and the skin will come off.”

Pluto quickly removes his hand from his arm, which was scratched raw.

“Oh…I didn’t even realize I was itching.”

Duke looks at his best friend for a moment before speaking:

“You’ve been doing that all week, Pluto. You should go to Nurse Dolly and see if she has any itch cream for it.”

Pluto immediately shakes his head, not wanting to go near that woman unless absolutely necessary. Nurse Dolly was scary.

“No! No…I’m sure it’s just a rash. It’ll go away in a week or so. I’ve dealt with worse.”

Duke quirks a brow at Pluto but says nothing, not wanting to push him.

“Alright, mon minou, but promise me you’ll get it checked out if it gets any worse. I’ll drag you there myself if you don’t.”

“I promise.” Pluto squeaks.

-A Week Later-

The itch didn’t go away.

In fact, it just seemed to be worsening. Pluto’s body was covered in angry red scratches from where he’d been itching himself. It was driving him up the walls. He’d been losing sleep from how itchy he’d become. Duke and the girls were growing more and more concerned, so much so they were prepared to drag him kicking and screaming to Nurse Dolly. But every time they pestered Pluto, he’d get annoyed and say he didn’t need to go. The whole thing was becoming ridiculous.

Duke watches Pluto from his bed as the smaller boy scratches in his sleep. It was hurting him, seeing his best friend like this. Duke sits up and opens his drawer, where itch cream he’d stolen from the infirmary lay. He’d been secretly applying it to Pluto every night recently, as he knew the other would have a hissy fit if he knew. Duke creeps over to Pluto’s writhing form, unscrewing the tube cap, and stops. Almost covering Pluto’s arm was a thick mass of black fur. And when Duke looked more, he found that much of Pluto’s body was covered in the same fur. Horrified, Duke began to shake Pluto.

“Pluto! Mon ami, wake up!”

Pluto bolted upright with a start.

“Oh, Dieu merci! I thought you might be-“

Duke is cut off when a loud, catlike growl escapes from Pluto.

“…Mon ami?”

Pluto turns his head to look at Duke, and Duke finds himself staring into the eyes of a cat. A cat spectre, to be precise. Pluto’s cat spectre.

“Pluto, why are you in your Spectre form? You know we’re in quarantine.”

Pluto just stares at him for a moment longer before suddenly springing up and lunging for Duke’s throat.

“Aie!” Duke screams and dodges to the right, Pluto’s claws raking his arm.

“Pluto! Get ahold of yourself, mon ami!”

Pluto looks at him, now completely spectre, and growls at him, his eyes showing no signs of recognition.

“…It’s gotten to you too.” Duke realizes with a horrified look. “The infection…non. Not you!”

Pluto-no, the Black Cat-lunges at him again hungrily. Duke, with tears in his eyes, grabs the cat by the scruff and uses all his strength to throw him out the window. The sound of glass shattering signals his success. Duke scurries to the bloodstained, broken glass and looks outside. The Black Cat has managed to hold onto the wall, and now prowls around it.

“I’m so sorry, mon minou…” Duke chokes out, tears streaming down his cheeks.

“So sorry…”

[atlantis-just-drowned]

Actually, I don't want to think Pluto died horribly and that the relief he felt was tragic

I want him to die surrounded by people who cared about him.

I want him to find a way out of his father's house and have people to bound with.

I want him to discover friendship and love and mutual support.

I want him to die with people around him telling him they would mourn him. Tearing up because they're witnessing his last moments when they all love him dearly and authentically.

I want him to die relived and freed of his doubts and insecurities because oh god, this is what a home is supposed to feel like. I want him to die crying tears of happiness because he'll understand that he has finally found a home.

This is the death I hope he will have, this is the death he truly deserves and have always deserved. And I won't let anyone else tell me otherwise.