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Wait, just hear me out. Dacre Montgomery is literally Montresor if he were a real person. You can’t convince me otherwise.

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Did you know that I love you? No? Now you know.

Pretend this is still a relevant trend guys

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Guys, I’ve really been thinking about maybe starting to take requests. To be honest, I’ve never done it before, but lately the idea sounds really fun to me). Let me know in the comments if anyone would actually be interested. 💭✨

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I take my words back — Lenore really is struggling with her hip.

It’s especially noticeable in the latest episodes.

I’m genuinely curious whether Pluto can actually see with his injured eye. Like, in the one shot we have, it’s not really clear if the eye is missing or if he’s just squinting.

Logically, the eye should be gone — but then again, Lenore doesn’t have the limp she had after her injury in life. So it’s really unclear whether characters keep their injuries after death or not.

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I don’t have much to say about the new episode, but OH MY GOD, Lenore, you look hotter than the sun on a June day.

Annabel, I know you’re gonna brick me into a wall for this, but I want to steal your wife.

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Guys, I’ve decided to start posting on AO3!

Here’s my fanfic for Duke/Reader, so if you’re interested — check out the link below 💖

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Nevermore - Red & Flynn (Webcomic) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Duke (Nevermore Webcomic)/Reader Characters: Duke (Nevermore Webcomic), Pluto (Nevermore Webcomic), Lenore (Nevermore Webcomic), Morella (Nevermore Webcomic), Montresor (Nevermore Webcomic), Annabel Lee (Nevermore Webcomic), Eulalie (Nevermore Webcomic), Berenice (Nevermore Webcomic), Ada (Nevermore Webcomic), Duke is obsessed with the reader's thighs, rated T for suggestive sexuality at end Summary:

Despite his quick wit and self-confidence, Duke rarely thought about the consequences, which often got him into tricky situations. And although he usually managed to get out of them and didn’t particularly strive to admit his guilt, this time everything was different. He knew for sure that this situation was bound to happen someday, and his guilt in it was undeniable.

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Honestly, Berenice’s backstory seemed really, really weird to me.

Like, first of all — she was in a relationship with a man twice her age, I’d even say elderly. And on top of that, her cousin was also involved in this relationship — and I’m assuming if it was the three of them, then Egaeus was close with her too. Based on how they interact, they seem very close.

I don’t know history that well, and maybe that was normal for the time period, but to me it’s just... weird.

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It makes me really sad that Berenice was already an accomplice to murder once — and now she's forced to become one again.

When her cousin killed someone, she probably stayed silent and covered for him. At least because she didn’t want to end up in prison — and maybe because she was afraid of him, too.

And now, because of her deal with Montresor, she’s once again being dragged into murder — this time actually killing Lenore with her own hands. And again, she has to stay silent, because there’s no telling how the Misfits would react if they knew the truth.

What breaks my heart the most is that Be isn’t a killer. She’s not someone who can just murder without guilt or remorse. No, I’m sure she’s suffering, knowing that someone has died or might die because of her. I can only imagine how terrified she must be to go through all that again — the fear, the helplessness, the horror of it all.

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Oh, I totally forgot that I’m also posting my fanfics on AO3 now. Here’s the link to this one, just in case.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66034669

Obsession

Duke x reader

Alright, kiddos, here's a new fanfic from me :)

As they say—rare, but right on target ;)

A little note before reading: I have a pretty dense, plump build myself, which I used to be very self-conscious about, because stupid beauty standards want even the tiniest girl to be skinny as a stick. But now I say to hell with those standards—I fully embrace my body. I love the way I look, and I absolutely adore girls with similar figures (who am I kidding, I love all girls no matter their shape. Girls are goddesses).

Anyway, I’m absolutely convinced Duke loves curvy figures and wide hips too (I know, I’m one of Duke’s three little eyelashes). So, enjoy the story, folks!

Warnings: not much really—kissing, obsession with hips, and a slight hint of lewdness at the end. Also english is not my native language, so there may be spelling and semantic errors, but do not judge strictly

Despite his quick wit and self-confidence, Duke rarely thought about the consequences, which often got him into tricky situations. And although he usually managed to get out of them and didn’t particularly strive to admit his guilt, this time everything was different. He knew for sure that this situation was bound to happen someday, and his guilt in it was undeniable.

You met during the maze trial. Duke had already come to terms with the fact that his newly-made friend Lenore would die at the hands of a terrible monster, saving Morella, but then you appeared. You, who selflessly, though rather recklessly, rushed at the monster, giving Lenore time to escape. Of course, you and she wouldn’t have managed if Morella’s specter hadn’t manifested and the “great” Annabel Lee and her gang hadn’t arrived, but the very fact that you rushed to help a stranger evoked admiration and, frankly, bewilderment.

After the maze, when you became friends, Duke finally asked you why you decided to help them back then, and your answer didn’t surprise him much: “It was just the right thing to do, you know? I know that we were supposed to be competing with each other, but I just couldn’t watch someone be killed before my eyes. That would’ve been wrong.”

Because that was exactly who you were. On one hand, kind-hearted, friendly, and always ready to help, and on the other, combative, brave, and protective of everyone and everything, like the just goddess Themis. You were a “walking contradiction,” as Duke called you behind your back. With enemies, especially those who hurt your friends, you were ruthless. You weren’t shy about shutting up Ada’s rudeness, being rude to Annabel Lee yourself, and even punched Montresor in the jaw when he picked on your group too much. And though you were a fury with enemies, you were incredibly gentle with friends. You could be called the “mom” of the team. You supported Morella with care, talked with interest about creepy oddities with Eulalie, found common ground with Berenice, got Pluto—who wasn’t easy to approach—to open up. You even managed to fully win Lenore’s trust, and Duke sometimes jokingly expressed jealousy, saying you stole his best friend. And Duke himself?

Even though you were very different, you found a way to connect with him too. You didn’t particularly like breaking the rules, but support was one of your main qualities, so you always participated in all his adventures. Which, perhaps, eventually played a cruel joke on both of you, but more on that later.

Duke wasn’t the type of person who often doubted himself. He knew what he wanted and achieved it, even if not always in the most moral or safe ways. And he was certainly not familiar with doubts about his feelings. If Duke felt something for someone, he understood why and how to deal with that feeling. But when it came to you, everything became more complicated.

It all started with little things. Duke already thought you were cute, at least in terms of character. You were sweet, kind, supportive, and pleasant to talk to. And only when these qualities took root in his mind did Duke start to notice some other things about you.

Your hips. Oh, your hips. They were incredibly full, springy, and he was sure—very soft to the touch. You yourself were very soft. Short, plump, with soft hands and chubby cheeks. Everything about you was airy and soft, you were like a little cloud he wanted to touch. But your hips were a story of their own.

You didn’t have a particularly wide pelvis, but it flowed into delightful, plump hips. And, Holy Mother of God, have mercy on his eyes, Duke simply couldn’t help but notice them.

They jiggled and bounced when you ran or jumped. They swayed slightly when you walked. They, damn it, spread out when you sat down. These hips were incredibly mobile and looked so incredibly, hypnotically appetizing. Like the best Pâté en gelée he’d ever eaten in his life. Only, unlike the dish, he couldn’t sink his teeth into your hips and savor them as a delicacy. Though he’d have liked to.

Duke noticed these changes in himself, noticed the way his gaze lingered too long and too intently on your body, wandering or, worse, stopping at those sinful hips. But aside from his talent as a magician, Duke was also a good actor. It was easy for him to play his old self, who wasn’t obsessed with the lower part of your body.

But if he could restrain his eyes, it didn’t mean he could restrain his hands.

His skilled, nimble hands, which could perform magic at his will, for the first time in his life didn’t obey him.

At first, it was acceptable. Friendly hugs around the shoulders, ruffling your hair, a frequent desire to hold your hand. Then his hands became bolder, moving to your waist and settling there. And on your not-so-pronounced waist curve, his hands felt incredibly comfortable, as if that spot had always been waiting for them.

But the real problems began when his hands finally reached your hips. It wasn’t intentional, at least not entirely, but it happened.

He allowed himself such liberty only once, when you were dancing in an empty classroom, where there was no one but the two of you. Not that Duke cared about other people’s attention, but he usually preferred to keep especially intimate moments away from prying eyes.

Then his hand smoothly slid from your waist to the curve of your hip, and Duke’s breath caught for a second, even if subconsciously he was aiming for exactly that.

When his hand touched your skin, even though it was covered by the fabric of your skirt, he realized—this was paradise, Eden, Elysium and all the bliss promised after death.

Your hips felt exactly as Duke had imagined them. Firm, soft, warm, and incredibly pleasant to the touch. His fingers itched to squeeze those sinful hips, but using all his willpower, he restrained himself. And with even greater, almost cosmic effort, he forced himself to lift his hands and return them to your waist.

And Duke even worried that you’d notice something, because there was plenty to notice. The touches, the intense gaze, the fact that he had just so shamelessly, even for himself, fondled your hips. But another of your charming and incredibly useful qualities for Duke was your ability not to notice what was happening right in front of you. You could notice how Pluto blushed every time in front of Eulalie or point out the strange attraction between Lenore and Annabel, but you didn’t notice how Duke stared at you and your alluring hips, even when it became obvious.

After that incident, which nearly compromised Duke and his obsessive fixation, he became more careful. He watched his eyes and hands, tried not to get too close, so as not to do something stupid again.

But he couldn’t foresee what would happen in the future.

Actually, it was his idea. To sneak out after curfew and explore the Academy. Though, if Duke were more honest with himself, he’d admit that it was just a pretext to spend time with you. They’d already explored the Academy far and wide; it wasn’t about that, but about stealing a couple of hours with you alone. After all, Duke loved attention, and if it was from you, and even personal? That was doubly pleasant.

But who could have guessed that you’d get so scared of the approaching wisps that you’d drag the two of you into a narrow closet for mops.

In any other situation, Duke would never have agreed to this, simply because he didn’t care about breaking the rules or detentions. But something else attracted him.

A narrow space. The two of you. Your hips. So close that an accidental touch wouldn’t seem strange.

Oh, Duke was an venturer, but as he now realized, also a damn pervert. Because he went along with it. For your magnificent hips.

And now the two of you are pressed against each other in a cramped closet, which actually isn’t very comfortable. His long legs had nowhere to go, and because of the tight space, he had to press you against the wall. Although, the latter, in Duke’s opinion, was very good indeed.

One of the wisps passed right in front of the door, and you grabbed Duke’s shirt, pulling him closer.

“Whoa,” Duke exhaled and grinned cheekily, “Ma chou, did you really decide to get close at a moment like this?”

You clicked your tongue in annoyance and looked up at Duke, frowning.

“I’m just trying to make us less noticeable. And speak quieter, they might hear us.”

“So what, ma chou? Afraid of a couple of detentions?” Duke teased you.

You frowned even more at his teasing, clearly not appreciating the humor.

“You know I don’t like getting into trouble.”

Duke smirked at your words and shook his head.

“Oh, of course. Mademoiselle ‘Justice’, ready to rush in to save someone even into a burning house, but afraid of a couple of detentions.”

You shushed him when another wisp passed by the closet and pressed closer to Duke, making him exhale a bit more raggedly. In that position, his hands were braced against the wall on either side of your tempting hips, and his fingers trembled with the desire to squeeze them. But you, sweet darling, noticed nothing.

“Stop mocking! And why did you follow me, if you’re so fearless yourself?”

The question made Duke lift his ruby eyes from your hips and find your face in the darkness. He was going to answer, but hesitated. He really had no reason to go with you, except for wanting to be in close proximity to your wonderful hips. And of course, he couldn’t tell you that.

“What could I do?” Duke said instead. “You, ma chou, just grabbed me and dragged me along, and you’ve got quite the grip. I just… got confused.”

“You? Confused?” you narrowed your eyes, peering at his face in the dark. “Are you sure you’re my Duke?”

My Duke.

Duke almost purred at those words from your lips. So simple and unpretentious, but for him it sounded like a symphony, and lingered on his tongue like honey.

“Duke? Why did you go quiet?”

Your voice brought him out of his thoughts and he looked at you again with a dreamy smile on his face, which you couldn’t see in the dark.

“Nothing special, ma chou. Just mentally counting how much longer we’ll have to sit here.”

Veronica fell silent and quietly wilted at his words, but when Duke heard her voice again, he nearly choked on air.

“Am I so disgusting to you that you can't stand being with me for even a couple of minutes?”

Duke stared at you in bewilderment, and his hand almost instinctively reached for your face. He gently touched your cheek, peering at your face to find your shining eyes.

“Ma chou, what are you talking about? Where did you get these silly ideas?”

You frowned, but didn’t look away. You just looked at Duke with sad eyes, like a beaten puppy.

“I know I did something wrong. You suddenly became so withdrawn, distant, you don’t even look at me anymore. I must have offended you somehow, right? Or I just became repulsive to you.”

Duke exhaled in shock, his face stretching. Imagine, he’d been trying not to interact with you so he wouldn’t do something stupid, because he was crazy about you, and you thought you were repulsive to him.

“Oh, ma chou.”

Duke gently put his hands on your waist and pulled you closer, closing the small distance between you and hugging you.

“You’ve never been repulsive to me, ma chou. You couldn’t be, when you’re such a beautiful angel.”

He pressed you to him, resting his chin on the top of your head and exhaled in relief when you hugged him back, laying your head on his shoulder. You stood like that for a few seconds, or maybe several dozen minutes, but either way, it felt like bliss for Duke. Then you lifted your head and asked him, puzzled:

“But if I’m not repulsive to you, why are you avoiding me? Why did you suddenly change your attitude towards me?”

Duke saw how you looked into his face, trying to find the answer, and he couldn’t, and honestly, didn’t want to dodge the answer.

“I think it’s time to be honest, right?” he smiled, running his fingers along your waist. “I like you, ma chou. You’re kind like an angel and fierce like a valkyrie. In this damn Academy, when you don’t know what tomorrow will bring, you’re like home, like warmth, like someone you want to come back to and move forward for. You’re everything, ma chou.”

Even in the dark, Duke could see the shock on your face. How your mouth opened in surprise, your eyebrows rose, and Duke couldn’t see, but was sure—your cheeks flushed. You stood like that for a few seconds before finally snapping out of it.

“I—I too, I mean, I like you too! And you’re very, also very…”

Duke smiled and laughed quietly, leaning in to kiss your forehead.

“So that’s how it is, and I was worried you didn’t even notice me, ma chou.”

You snorted, leaning toward Duke.

“Oh, believe me, it’s impossible not to notice you.”

Duke grinned and gently pressed you against the wall. His hands, resting on your waist, began to tremble with anticipation.

“Well, now that we’ve figured out our feelings, I think we should be completely honest with each other,” Duke leaned in and his breath touched your ear, making you catch your breath. “Ma chou, do you even realize how attractive you are? With that soft, plump body and those lush, seductive hips?”

His hands finally slid from your waist to those magical hips. And the touch was no longer fleeting or light. No, it was passionate, confident, greedy. Duke’s fingers trembled as they squeezed your hips, making you gasp softly.

“They… you like them?” you asked in surprise, your fingers clutching his shirt, pulling Duke close and not letting him go, as if he wanted to.

Duke grinned, running his hands over your hips and leaning in, bringing his face closer to yours.

“I’m literally obsessed, ma chou.”

And after that, his lips covered yours.

Kissing Duke was dizzyingly pleasant, though the closet wasn’t the most comfortable place for kisses. Your hands found his neck, hugging him and pulling him toward you, and his hands didn’t leave your hips, as if subconsciously afraid that if he let go, he’d never feel their weight in his hands again.

“Ma douce tentation, you have no idea how beautiful you are in my eyes,” Duke breathed against your lips between kisses.

You didn’t understand a word of French, but when Duke said it like that, with such breathiness and huskiness, there was no doubt that whatever he was saying, it was good.

“You said something about obsession?” you breathed out when you broke away from the kiss to catch your breath. Your voice took on a bold note, despite your usual shyness. “Maybe you’ll show me?”

Duke grinned.

“Oh, with pleasure, ma chou.”

Though, it’s better to demonstrate this obsession behind closed doors.

They’d only realize that a couple of weeks later, when poor Pluto would be yelling at them through the door of their shared room after finding Duke's head between your hips in the most indecent way. And though explaining everything would be harder, you’d both agree it was worth it.

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Oh, glad you made it to the end! I hope you liked it. And don’t be surprised if the final part feels a bit off—I wrote it at four in the morning, practically falling asleep on my keyboard, but I was too eager to finish to stop :)

By the way, here’s a translation of the words Duke used to address the reader:

"Ma chou" – according to the translator (though I can’t guarantee it’s 100% accurate), this means “cutie,” but it also translates as “cabbage.” I thought that was funny, like the reader is just as plump as a little cabbage.

"Ma douce tentation" – translates as “My sweet temptation.” It fits perfectly in this context.

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The Berenice episode was incredible. Like, everything about it was perfect — the atmosphere, the animation, Berenice’s dress, and Berenice herself. My girl literally looks like a fairy and it’s just so beautiful.

But I also have a lot of questions about the plot. What’s bothering me most is her cousin, because he seems, um, in love with his sister? As far as I remember, that was the case in the original story by Edgar Allan Poe.

And now I’m terribly anxious for my girl

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Obsession

Duke x reader

Alright, kiddos, here's a new fanfic from me :)

As they say—rare, but right on target ;)

A little note before reading: I have a pretty dense, plump build myself, which I used to be very self-conscious about, because stupid beauty standards want even the tiniest girl to be skinny as a stick. But now I say to hell with those standards—I fully embrace my body. I love the way I look, and I absolutely adore girls with similar figures (who am I kidding, I love all girls no matter their shape. Girls are goddesses).

Anyway, I’m absolutely convinced Duke loves curvy figures and wide hips too (I know, I’m one of Duke’s three little eyelashes). So, enjoy the story, folks!

Warnings: not much really—kissing, obsession with hips, and a slight hint of lewdness at the end. Also english is not my native language, so there may be spelling and semantic errors, but do not judge strictly

Despite his quick wit and self-confidence, Duke rarely thought about the consequences, which often got him into tricky situations. And although he usually managed to get out of them and didn’t particularly strive to admit his guilt, this time everything was different. He knew for sure that this situation was bound to happen someday, and his guilt in it was undeniable.

You met during the maze trial. Duke had already come to terms with the fact that his newly-made friend Lenore would die at the hands of a terrible monster, saving Morella, but then you appeared. You, who selflessly, though rather recklessly, rushed at the monster, giving Lenore time to escape. Of course, you and she wouldn’t have managed if Morella’s specter hadn’t manifested and the “great” Annabel Lee and her gang hadn’t arrived, but the very fact that you rushed to help a stranger evoked admiration and, frankly, bewilderment.

After the maze, when you became friends, Duke finally asked you why you decided to help them back then, and your answer didn’t surprise him much: “It was just the right thing to do, you know? I know that we were supposed to be competing with each other, but I just couldn’t watch someone be killed before my eyes. That would’ve been wrong.”

Because that was exactly who you were. On one hand, kind-hearted, friendly, and always ready to help, and on the other, combative, brave, and protective of everyone and everything, like the just goddess Themis. You were a “walking contradiction,” as Duke called you behind your back. With enemies, especially those who hurt your friends, you were ruthless. You weren’t shy about shutting up Ada’s rudeness, being rude to Annabel Lee yourself, and even punched Montresor in the jaw when he picked on your group too much. And though you were a fury with enemies, you were incredibly gentle with friends. You could be called the “mom” of the team. You supported Morella with care, talked with interest about creepy oddities with Eulalie, found common ground with Berenice, got Pluto—who wasn’t easy to approach—to open up. You even managed to fully win Lenore’s trust, and Duke sometimes jokingly expressed jealousy, saying you stole his best friend. And Duke himself?

Even though you were very different, you found a way to connect with him too. You didn’t particularly like breaking the rules, but support was one of your main qualities, so you always participated in all his adventures. Which, perhaps, eventually played a cruel joke on both of you, but more on that later.

Duke wasn’t the type of person who often doubted himself. He knew what he wanted and achieved it, even if not always in the most moral or safe ways. And he was certainly not familiar with doubts about his feelings. If Duke felt something for someone, he understood why and how to deal with that feeling. But when it came to you, everything became more complicated.

It all started with little things. Duke already thought you were cute, at least in terms of character. You were sweet, kind, supportive, and pleasant to talk to. And only when these qualities took root in his mind did Duke start to notice some other things about you.

Your hips. Oh, your hips. They were incredibly full, springy, and he was sure—very soft to the touch. You yourself were very soft. Short, plump, with soft hands and chubby cheeks. Everything about you was airy and soft, you were like a little cloud he wanted to touch. But your hips were a story of their own.

You didn’t have a particularly wide pelvis, but it flowed into delightful, plump hips. And, Holy Mother of God, have mercy on his eyes, Duke simply couldn’t help but notice them.

They jiggled and bounced when you ran or jumped. They swayed slightly when you walked. They, damn it, spread out when you sat down. These hips were incredibly mobile and looked so incredibly, hypnotically appetizing. Like the best Pâté en gelée he’d ever eaten in his life. Only, unlike the dish, he couldn’t sink his teeth into your hips and savor them as a delicacy. Though he’d have liked to.

Duke noticed these changes in himself, noticed the way his gaze lingered too long and too intently on your body, wandering or, worse, stopping at those sinful hips. But aside from his talent as a magician, Duke was also a good actor. It was easy for him to play his old self, who wasn’t obsessed with the lower part of your body.

But if he could restrain his eyes, it didn’t mean he could restrain his hands.

His skilled, nimble hands, which could perform magic at his will, for the first time in his life didn’t obey him.

At first, it was acceptable. Friendly hugs around the shoulders, ruffling your hair, a frequent desire to hold your hand. Then his hands became bolder, moving to your waist and settling there. And on your not-so-pronounced waist curve, his hands felt incredibly comfortable, as if that spot had always been waiting for them.

But the real problems began when his hands finally reached your hips. It wasn’t intentional, at least not entirely, but it happened.

He allowed himself such liberty only once, when you were dancing in an empty classroom, where there was no one but the two of you. Not that Duke cared about other people’s attention, but he usually preferred to keep especially intimate moments away from prying eyes.

Then his hand smoothly slid from your waist to the curve of your hip, and Duke’s breath caught for a second, even if subconsciously he was aiming for exactly that.

When his hand touched your skin, even though it was covered by the fabric of your skirt, he realized—this was paradise, Eden, Elysium and all the bliss promised after death.

Your hips felt exactly as Duke had imagined them. Firm, soft, warm, and incredibly pleasant to the touch. His fingers itched to squeeze those sinful hips, but using all his willpower, he restrained himself. And with even greater, almost cosmic effort, he forced himself to lift his hands and return them to your waist.

And Duke even worried that you’d notice something, because there was plenty to notice. The touches, the intense gaze, the fact that he had just so shamelessly, even for himself, fondled your hips. But another of your charming and incredibly useful qualities for Duke was your ability not to notice what was happening right in front of you. You could notice how Pluto blushed every time in front of Eulalie or point out the strange attraction between Lenore and Annabel, but you didn’t notice how Duke stared at you and your alluring hips, even when it became obvious.

After that incident, which nearly compromised Duke and his obsessive fixation, he became more careful. He watched his eyes and hands, tried not to get too close, so as not to do something stupid again.

But he couldn’t foresee what would happen in the future.

Actually, it was his idea. To sneak out after curfew and explore the Academy. Though, if Duke were more honest with himself, he’d admit that it was just a pretext to spend time with you. They’d already explored the Academy far and wide; it wasn’t about that, but about stealing a couple of hours with you alone. After all, Duke loved attention, and if it was from you, and even personal? That was doubly pleasant.

But who could have guessed that you’d get so scared of the approaching wisps that you’d drag the two of you into a narrow closet for mops.

In any other situation, Duke would never have agreed to this, simply because he didn’t care about breaking the rules or detentions. But something else attracted him.

A narrow space. The two of you. Your hips. So close that an accidental touch wouldn’t seem strange.

Oh, Duke was an venturer, but as he now realized, also a damn pervert. Because he went along with it. For your magnificent hips.

And now the two of you are pressed against each other in a cramped closet, which actually isn’t very comfortable. His long legs had nowhere to go, and because of the tight space, he had to press you against the wall. Although, the latter, in Duke’s opinion, was very good indeed.

One of the wisps passed right in front of the door, and you grabbed Duke’s shirt, pulling him closer.

“Whoa,” Duke exhaled and grinned cheekily, “Ma chou, did you really decide to get close at a moment like this?”

You clicked your tongue in annoyance and looked up at Duke, frowning.

“I’m just trying to make us less noticeable. And speak quieter, they might hear us.”

“So what, ma chou? Afraid of a couple of detentions?” Duke teased you.

You frowned even more at his teasing, clearly not appreciating the humor.

“You know I don’t like getting into trouble.”

Duke smirked at your words and shook his head.

“Oh, of course. Mademoiselle ‘Justice’, ready to rush in to save someone even into a burning house, but afraid of a couple of detentions.”

You shushed him when another wisp passed by the closet and pressed closer to Duke, making him exhale a bit more raggedly. In that position, his hands were braced against the wall on either side of your tempting hips, and his fingers trembled with the desire to squeeze them. But you, sweet darling, noticed nothing.

“Stop mocking! And why did you follow me, if you’re so fearless yourself?”

The question made Duke lift his ruby eyes from your hips and find your face in the darkness. He was going to answer, but hesitated. He really had no reason to go with you, except for wanting to be in close proximity to your wonderful hips. And of course, he couldn’t tell you that.

“What could I do?” Duke said instead. “You, ma chou, just grabbed me and dragged me along, and you’ve got quite the grip. I just… got confused.”

“You? Confused?” you narrowed your eyes, peering at his face in the dark. “Are you sure you’re my Duke?”

My Duke.

Duke almost purred at those words from your lips. So simple and unpretentious, but for him it sounded like a symphony, and lingered on his tongue like honey.

“Duke? Why did you go quiet?”

Your voice brought him out of his thoughts and he looked at you again with a dreamy smile on his face, which you couldn’t see in the dark.

“Nothing special, ma chou. Just mentally counting how much longer we’ll have to sit here.”

Veronica fell silent and quietly wilted at his words, but when Duke heard her voice again, he nearly choked on air.

“Am I so disgusting to you that you can't stand being with me for even a couple of minutes?”

Duke stared at you in bewilderment, and his hand almost instinctively reached for your face. He gently touched your cheek, peering at your face to find your shining eyes.

“Ma chou, what are you talking about? Where did you get these silly ideas?”

You frowned, but didn’t look away. You just looked at Duke with sad eyes, like a beaten puppy.

“I know I did something wrong. You suddenly became so withdrawn, distant, you don’t even look at me anymore. I must have offended you somehow, right? Or I just became repulsive to you.”

Duke exhaled in shock, his face stretching. Imagine, he’d been trying not to interact with you so he wouldn’t do something stupid, because he was crazy about you, and you thought you were repulsive to him.

“Oh, ma chou.”

Duke gently put his hands on your waist and pulled you closer, closing the small distance between you and hugging you.

“You’ve never been repulsive to me, ma chou. You couldn’t be, when you’re such a beautiful angel.”

He pressed you to him, resting his chin on the top of your head and exhaled in relief when you hugged him back, laying your head on his shoulder. You stood like that for a few seconds, or maybe several dozen minutes, but either way, it felt like bliss for Duke. Then you lifted your head and asked him, puzzled:

“But if I’m not repulsive to you, why are you avoiding me? Why did you suddenly change your attitude towards me?”

Duke saw how you looked into his face, trying to find the answer, and he couldn’t, and honestly, didn’t want to dodge the answer.

“I think it’s time to be honest, right?” he smiled, running his fingers along your waist. “I like you, ma chou. You’re kind like an angel and fierce like a valkyrie. In this damn Academy, when you don’t know what tomorrow will bring, you’re like home, like warmth, like someone you want to come back to and move forward for. You’re everything, ma chou.”

Even in the dark, Duke could see the shock on your face. How your mouth opened in surprise, your eyebrows rose, and Duke couldn’t see, but was sure—your cheeks flushed. You stood like that for a few seconds before finally snapping out of it.

“I—I too, I mean, I like you too! And you’re very, also very…”

Duke smiled and laughed quietly, leaning in to kiss your forehead.

“So that’s how it is, and I was worried you didn’t even notice me, ma chou.”

You snorted, leaning toward Duke.

“Oh, believe me, it’s impossible not to notice you.”

Duke grinned and gently pressed you against the wall. His hands, resting on your waist, began to tremble with anticipation.

“Well, now that we’ve figured out our feelings, I think we should be completely honest with each other,” Duke leaned in and his breath touched your ear, making you catch your breath. “Ma chou, do you even realize how attractive you are? With that soft, plump body and those lush, seductive hips?”

His hands finally slid from your waist to those magical hips. And the touch was no longer fleeting or light. No, it was passionate, confident, greedy. Duke’s fingers trembled as they squeezed your hips, making you gasp softly.

“They… you like them?” you asked in surprise, your fingers clutching his shirt, pulling Duke close and not letting him go, as if he wanted to.

Duke grinned, running his hands over your hips and leaning in, bringing his face closer to yours.

“I’m literally obsessed, ma chou.”

And after that, his lips covered yours.

Kissing Duke was dizzyingly pleasant, though the closet wasn’t the most comfortable place for kisses. Your hands found his neck, hugging him and pulling him toward you, and his hands didn’t leave your hips, as if subconsciously afraid that if he let go, he’d never feel their weight in his hands again.

“Ma douce tentation, you have no idea how beautiful you are in my eyes,” Duke breathed against your lips between kisses.

You didn’t understand a word of French, but when Duke said it like that, with such breathiness and huskiness, there was no doubt that whatever he was saying, it was good.

“You said something about obsession?” you breathed out when you broke away from the kiss to catch your breath. Your voice took on a bold note, despite your usual shyness. “Maybe you’ll show me?”

Duke grinned.

“Oh, with pleasure, ma chou.”

Though, it’s better to demonstrate this obsession behind closed doors.

They’d only realize that a couple of weeks later, when poor Pluto would be yelling at them through the door of their shared room after finding Duke's head between your hips in the most indecent way. And though explaining everything would be harder, you’d both agree it was worth it.

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Oh, glad you made it to the end! I hope you liked it. And don’t be surprised if the final part feels a bit off—I wrote it at four in the morning, practically falling asleep on my keyboard, but I was too eager to finish to stop :)

By the way, here’s a translation of the words Duke used to address the reader:

"Ma chou" – according to the translator (though I can’t guarantee it’s 100% accurate), this means “cutie,” but it also translates as “cabbage.” I thought that was funny, like the reader is just as plump as a little cabbage.

"Ma douce tentation" – translates as “My sweet temptation.” It fits perfectly in this context.

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So guys, I have good news. I’m actually writing a Willtresor fanfic and another Duke x Reader fanfic)

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I'm rereading Nevermore and this panel in particular really stuck out to me. It's such a perfect representation of Annabel's character.

It's clear that she is suffering. She is in pain and she is literally crying for help, but all anyone can ever focus on is her beauty.

In life, her own father never saw her as a person but as a beautiful trophy instead. In Episode 65, when she has a panic attack, her father, instead of worrying for his clearly distressed daughter, worries only for his own reputation, chiding her for being 'childish'.

This is partly why she has such a deep connection to Lenore. In this scene, Lenore was the only person who was bothered that Annabel was suffering and in their lives, it's clear that Lenore has had to calm down many of Annabel's panic attacks before as when it happens in Episode 97, she knows exactly what to do and how to take care of her It's clear that she's done it before as she says nearly the exact same things to Pluto and Morella when it happens to them too, as if it is habitual for her.

In life and death, Lenore was the only person to see her as something other than either a heartless monster or a beautiful goddess to idolize.

Annabel is so sick of being seen only for her beauty. She is so sick of pretending. She is in pain and she is exhausted.

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Oh, it’s so wonderful to see your art again! I really love their backstory, and I’m so curious about why Pluto and Eulalie stopped talking.

By the way, I noticed the initials of the two of them carved on the tree—along with Montresor’s. So it looks like they were all friends once, but for some reason drifted apart. That’s so intriguing.

I really hope we get to learn more about your AU soon! 💖

what does eulalie think of pluto and duke?

♕ EAH x Nevermore ♕

Ever After Academy QnA

answer #1 ! thank you for the submission :D <- PREVIOUS || ᘛ𓆩♡𓆪ᘚ || 🚧tbc!🚧

we're gonna ignore the drop in quality from the 1st page to the 2nd LOLL i got tired of drawing but rly wanted to finish tonight 😭😭

BUT AHHHHDFJSHFJDSHJFHDKJ I LOVE THEM ALL SO VERY MUCH THEY ARE SO DEAR TO ME, ESPECIALLY FLASHBACK EULA AND PLUTO, I CANT WAIT TO WRITE ABT THEM

shoutout kara who apparently also headcanoned eula and pluto as bug kids, i was so happy when i found that out earlier 😭💞

ALSO ALSO. we're all gonna be nice and respectful about pluto being trans in this right? RIGHT? good! its not gonna be a plot point or anything, but it is a part of who he is so if that bothers you then womp womppp, TRANS RIGHTS GUYS TRANS RIGHTS CANT SPELL LGBT WITHOUT THE T

also guyysss i feel like i did duke so dirty, he looks so sillay its the hair i think, i didnt spend enough time on it so bro looks like a cotton ball im gonna have to make art of just him as an apology lmfaoo /hj

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Modern AU Willtresor fanfic idea

Imagine Will — someone who doesn’t celebrate his birthday, simply because there’s no one to celebrate it with. His family turned their backs on him when they found out he’s gay, and he doesn’t have any real friends. So every year, the day passes in quiet loneliness.

Montresor — the guy Will is hopelessly in love with (and with whom he has a “friends with benefits” kind of thing — yes, I really like this headcanon) — is probably, as Will assumes, spending the day with some girl. After all, he didn’t even call.

But in the evening, Montresor finally shows up. Without a word of explanation, he says:

“Come with me.”

They arrive at some vacant building. While Will looks around in confusion, our steadfast, stoic cowboy says, almost flatly:

“You once said you were tired of working in a library and dreamed of owning your own bookstore. So I bought this place for you — as a gift. Of course, there’s still a lot of work to do…”

But Will isn’t listening anymore. With tears in his eyes, he throws himself into Montresor’s arms, overflowing with joy and gratitude.

And by the end… well, let’s just say they probably end up doing something very indecent right there in the store. Heh.

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Eulalie from Webtoon Nevermore⁉️⁉️🔥🔥

this was just a silly little doodle that I put too much effort in but I might draw Berenice next to her who knows⁉️⁉️🔥🔥💯

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Nevermore Banner Submission

i forgot to post this here and this was back in september but here is my nevermore discord banner submissions (i didn’t place lol)

It’s on my Pinterest @Jun0jink !!