#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

[call-me-chips]

Drew Ada from the band au fic I binged :3 (Don't remember who wrote it tho 😔😔)

Drew this a bit ago, but with the most recent ep, it's kinda fitting that I'm posting this now xD

[jockw]

Oh shoot I nearly forgot

I finally reached 69 nevermore fanfics 🥳🎉

LESGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[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.

Welcome home

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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.

[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 🙏

[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.

[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

[kazooaa]

Racer AU (vroom vroom) anyone? :3

[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!!!"

[jockw]

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

[atlantis-just-drowned]

A/N: "Who asked for 1k of Pluto x reader hurt/comfort featuring parental issues?" you might ask. Well, the answer is: no one. But sometimes, a man must take it upon himself to create the very thing he wishes to see in the world. And I've been dealing with some nasty business lately, so you guys get some good ol' projection. But I'm fine now (for the most part)! I didn't really re-read this so I'd appreciate feedback to know whether or not this is shit. Anyway. gn!Reader is in an established relationship with Pluto in this one. TW for well... parental issues. And also financial issues because it wouldn't have been funny otherwise.

"You can always count on me"

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Masterlist

You looked at the desk in front of you, littered with tons and tons of envelopes, disorganized letters, bill sheets. There’s so many things you barely even knew where to start. It was all too much, overwhelming you with the pressure of all the problems that had recently exploded in your face and you were left having to deal with on your own.

It’s not fair, you thought, covering your face with your palms and letting out a sigh.

You couldn't even think straight anymore, and you hadn’t been able to have a full conversation in the whole day. You were easily irritated, and grumpy, and you spent most of your time looking into the void rather than actually doing anything.

You’re at your limit. You knew that. You couldn’t take it anymore.

You haven’t even opened all of the letters from your parents yet, let alone reply to a single one of them. You already knew what they were all saying: always the same speech, the same excuses, the same accusations. The same threats. The same half-assed apologies. Every. Single. Time.

Telling you the exact same things, each time more aggressively, in a logic that kept getting more and more distorted into something horrifying and hateful. You didn’t want to read those letters anymore, you wished they could all just disappear. You’d been thinking about contacting a social worker to help you with this, but you hadn’t found the time. Or the motivation. Even taking care of the modest apartment had been too big of a task recently.

Then there’s the bills, they weren’t going to pay themselves. You’d already picked from your savings to finish the month without starving, and your paycheck wouldn’t arrive before a few more days. You couldn’t do anything, except wait. And hope that what you’d gained would be enough to pay rent, and electricity, and feed yourself for the whole month to come.

It was all such bullshit. You thought you’d probably cry, if you weren’t so utterly exhausted.

Sinking your head between your arms, you closed your eyes to stop the world from swirling around, and tried to concentrate on your breathing. One of your friends had told you it was important. Breathing exercises. “To relax”, or whatever. You weren’t feeling like relaxing. There was way too much to do, and your future was way too uncertain for you to simply lay back and relax. Your helplessness was terrifying.

The fact that you had no control over your own life weighted you down, the obvious state of rapid deterioration in the relationship between you and your parents made you feel so broken. They had never been good to you or your sibling in the first place, but to know they might completely disappear from your life was a horrible idea. You weren’t ready for this.

You were so caught up in the spiral that you didn’t even deign lifting your head up to greet the new comer when you heard the front door open.

Pluto wasn’t exactly living here. You wouldn’t say that he wasn’t not living here either. It just wasn’t exactly official. He simply spent the majority of his time at your place – not that you were complaining. His presence was more than welcome. It was soothing to know someone was here with you, at times.

You heard his footsteps getting closer to where you were hunched on your chair, face hidden in your arms. You didn’t say a word. He stopped next to you, his eye glossing over the scattered pieces of paper all over the desk.

Extending an arm, he picked up one of the unopened letters. It was from the same persons as all of the others: your last name preceded by the mention “Mr. and Mrs.” made the identity of the sender quite clear. You knew if you looked up, you’d probably see your boyfriend squinting to read the address.

After a moment, the letter was replaced on the desk with a pained sigh, and his gaze fell on you.

You felt his fingers threading through your hair, his other hand coming to hold one of yours, thumb caressing your palm. He was so gentle with you it almost hurt. You felt so lost, and worn out, and lonely. Your family was tearing itself apart, and you couldn’t do anything else but watch in horror and scramble for a semblance of warmth. It was debilitating, this constant fog of negativity covering your thoughts.

“Sweetheart.” you heard him say, his tone gentle and loving. It was enough to shake you out of the spiral you had started to fall back into.

Pluto usually wasn’t one to use cheesy nicknames for you. He preferred your name, or a shortened version of it at best – which was the closest thing to a nickname he used most of the time, and a privilege in itself, given that he called even his closest friends by their full names. No, the corny, classic couples nicknames were only for the rare occasions where he was trying to reassure you, because he was genuinely worried for you.

You knew all of this of course, and that’s partly why you finally decided to lift your head up toward him.

Immediately, the hand that was in your hair went to cradle your face instead, and he took a step closer to you.

The expression in his eye was tender as he looked at you, detailing your features with the slightest trace of concern. He frowned. It pained him to see you in such a state, overwhelmed by all of your problems piling up on top of one another.

Slowly, he caressed your cheek with his thumb as he spoke barely above a whisper, serious and yet understanding. “Let’s sit on the couch alright? You’ll be more comfortable than hunched on your desk chair.”

He gave a squeeze to your hand with his, before gripping it firmer and pulling you up. You followed his direction half-heartedly, ending up almost flushed against him when you actually stood up.

Neither of you two acknowledge this fact, however. Quite frankly, you weren’t in the mood to acknowledge anything else than your seemingly imminent doom.

Looking down to the floor, you let Pluto guide you slowly to your own couch, before sitting down on it and pulling on both of your arms. Without a word you sat down, splayed across his laps, and buried your face in the crook of his neck.

You arms went around his waist to hold him tight against you, basking in his presence, and you felt one of his hands going in your hair while the other rested on the small of your back.

You were safe.

Cared for.

Protected.

For the first time in the whole day, it was like you weren’t alone anymore.

Pluto had never been a man of many words, and even now, he simply chose to hold you in silence. But it was enough to you. You knew he understood what you were going through, and you knew he’d always be with you to hold you through it. That was more than you could have asked for, and you cherished his comforting embrace more than anything else in this world.

You focused on his calm breathing, trying to keep the negative thoughts at bay, and relishing in the feeling of his fingers caressing your head. The two of you stayed this way for a while, in silence, until the dark-haired man took a deep breath, and confessed gently:

“I know you feel scared. And deceived. And… maybe lost, too.” He paused. You knew all of this was more familiar to him than you both wished for. “But I promise you, you won’t be on your own through it all. I’ll be here for you.”

You felt him move just enough to kiss the crown of your head, and he kept his face buried there as he added. “Trust me, I know how it feels,” his voice was soft, almost a whisper, and your name on his lips sounded like the most beautiful thing you’ve ever heard. “You can always count on me. No matter what, I’ll help you get through this.”

He pressed another kiss to your head, caressing up and down your back gently, and you realized how much your eyelids had started to get heavy. Closing your eyes, you left a trail of small kisses from down his neck, to his jaw, his cheek, and finally, you lifted your head from the crook of his neck to press a gentle kiss on his lips.

He kissed you back almost instantly, his arms squeezing you tighter as you went back to lay your head on his shoulder, and whispered a small “Thank you.”

The exhaustion was starting to get to you, and you couldn’t say much more for now, because you were unable to put into words how much this meant to you. But as you laid here against him and started to doze off into a dreamless slumber, you couldn’t be more grateful to have him in your life, as your partner.

[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!