#nevermore x reader

Season 2, Nevermore Academy {Ajax x reader}

Warning: post-cheating angst, jealousy, implied stalking behavior, make-out scenes (mildly suggestive but not explicit), possessive dynamics, confrontation, blunt language, hurt feelings, mild pettiness, emotional tension, reader-insert, Egyptian-inspired Cleo De-Nile from monster high(the reader/Y/N) fully integrated into Nevermore universe, canon character personalities retained (Wednesday Netflix show), minor interpersonal drama, subtle revenge vibes, snakes being affectionate, mentions of infidelity, confrontation about boundaries, power dynamics in relationships.

🎪✨Ringmaster rambling incoming…✨🎪

I penned this little spectacle because I adore Enid and Ajax truly, I did… but this season? Oh, my heart shattered like cheap carnival glass when I found out she cheated on him(girl what). If I ever got my hands on that man!!! You’d have to pry me off with a crowbar and divine intervention. Have you seen him!!! Ajax, my beloved, my muse, my hypothetical downfall. For this act, I dressed the reader in the silk and gold attitude of Cleo De-Nile from Monster High, because that’s the vision I was chasing under the big top. I tried…oh, I tried to keep them gender neutral, but the Ringmaster occasionally tripped into feminine territory. And though I swore off using “Y/N,” it slipped in here and there when it made narrative sense… because naming the reader felt like pulling the mask off the magician. So… enjoy the chaos. The tent is open, the snakes are charming, and Ajax? He’s still mine. Signed in glitter and delusion, your Ringmaster 🎭🖤

Masterlist Part 2 Buy me chaos?

[In the quad, late afternoon]

The marble courtyard glistened with rain from earlier that day. Ajax was slouched on a bench under the covered walkway, hoodie pulled over his snake-hair, earbuds dangling but not playing anything. His eyes were fixed on the damp cobblestones, expression hollow.

You spotted him instantly. His whole vibe screamed I just had my heart stepped on.

You glided over because someone like you didn’t simply walk. The gold accents in your uniform caught the weak sunlight, and the air around you carried the faint scent of sandalwood and lotus. You didn’t usually stop for anyone, but Ajax looked… ruined.

“Who died?” you asked, tone light but not unkind.

He blinked up, clearly trying to play it cool. “Nobody. Just—” He gave a humorless laugh. “Guess I got dumped. And cheated on. At the same time.”

Your brows arched. “Charming. She must have a death wish.”

Ajax let out a breathy laugh despite himself. “Yeah… Enid.”

You lowered yourself onto the bench, close enough that your perfume lingered between you. “You’re taking it well, all things considered. In my family, betrayal is… not taken lightly.”

He smirked faintly. “What, like… cursed scarabs in her bed?”

You tilted your head. “That’s… an option.”

That got him to really laugh just a little but it was enough.

[Over the next few days…]

It became a pattern. You’d find him between classes, sometimes with a coffee in hand, sometimes with sarcastic commentary on whatever gorgon gossip was floating around. You learned he still used his phone’s camera to check his snakes, and he learned you could summon tiny golden scorpions to braid your own hair.

Somewhere between laughing at his self-deprecating jokes and him teasing you about your “walking museum exhibit” aesthetic, there was a shift. His smiles became longer. Yours became genuine.

[Three days later somewhere in Nevermore library, quiet corner]

You were perched on the armrest of his chair, reading over his shoulder, your jeweled headband catching the lamplight.

“Your hair smells like—” Ajax started, then paused, realizing he might be oversharing.

“Like what?” you asked, eyes narrowing with mock suspicion.

“Like… expensive.” His gaze lingered a beat too long.

You let a slow, knowing smile spread across your face. “Good answer.”

The air between you thickened. His hand moved to your waist without either of you deciding it should, and then your mouth was on his warm, eager, and tinged with the adrenaline of finally. His snakes shifted restlessly, curling in what you suspected was their version of approval.

You shifted closer, fingers curling into the front of his hoodie. His other hand slid to the small of your back, pulling you flush against him. The kiss deepened, your breath mingling, his thumb brushing your jaw…..

“Oh! Uh….sorry!”

You broke apart just in time to see Enid standing at the end of the aisle, eyes wide, cheeks red.

Ajax froze. You didn’t.

Enid stammered, “I—uh—forgot my… uh…notes!!! Yeah. My notes. Gotta go!” She spun and all but sprinted away.

Ajax opened his mouth to say something, but you simply placed your hand on the back of his neck, pulling him forward again.

“Where were we?” you murmured against his lips, before kissing him again slower this time, like you had all the time in the world.

[Enid’s POV]

Her sneakers squeaked against the polished floor as she speed-walked out of the library. Her heart was racing, which was ridiculous. She had no right…no reason…. to care.

By the time she made it to her dorm, she’d convinced herself it wasn’t jealousy. Just… surprise. Right?

Unfortunately for her, Wednesday Addams was sitting cross-legged on her bed, reading a case file.

“You’re breathing like you just ran from a crime scene,” Wednesday said without looking up.

“I just…..uh….saw Ajax. And YN. Kissing.”

Wednesday’s gaze lifted, expression unreadable. “You told me you were over him.”

“I am over him,” Enid said too quickly. “Totally. Like, ice cold. Zero feelings. Just….wow, that was… fast.”

Wednesday tilted her head. “And yet you’re reporting it to me as though it were a matter of national interest. Which, unless YN was also plotting his untimely demise between kisses, it is not.”

Enid crossed her arms. “I’m just saying, it’s… weird, seeing them like that.”

“Strange how you never comment on things you’re truly indifferent about,” Wednesday replied, returning to her file.

Enid flopped onto her bed with a groan. “Ugh. You’re the worst.”

“And you,” Wednesday said without glancing up, “are not nearly as over him as you claim.”

[Back in the Library Corner]

The moment your lips were on his again, Ajax’s brain did that short-circuit thing it always did around you now.

For days, you’d been this sharp, radiant constant cutting through the fog of betrayal Enid had left him in. Now, with your fingers curled in his hoodie and your perfume curling through his senses, it hit him just how badly he’d wanted this.

His snakes shifted restlessly, one brushing your temple like it was curious, another brushed against your forehead like a small peck and another dipping toward your shoulder. He didn’t even try to stop them.

“Not gonna lie,” he murmured between kisses, voice low and a little rough, “you’re kind of distracting.”

“That was the idea,” you replied, a satisfied little smirk in your tone before you kissed him again slower, but deeper, like you wanted to see if you could make him forget his own name. Spoiler: you could.

Every time you pulled back a fraction, his hands followed one gripping your waist, the other splayed across your lower back like he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go.

He’d never been kissed like this before. With Enid, it had been sweet, warm, easy… but this? This was molten. It was the kind of kiss that made you not care who might walk in next.

The faint sound of footsteps somewhere in the stacks snapped him halfway back to reality. “We should probably—”

You leaned in, pressing your lips to his again before he could finish, your voice a silky whisper against his mouth. “We probably won’t.”

And just like that, he stopped thinking entirely.

Eventually, you pulled back not because you wanted to, but because breathing was still a thing mortals had to do. Ajax leaned his head back against the chair, eyes half-lidded, trying to piece his brain back together.

His snakes were still twitching like they were in on some joke he wasn’t fully processing yet. One even brushed the side of your jaw before curling back, almost reluctantly.

You sat perched on the armrest, one hand still idly toying with the zipper of his hoodie, looking like you belonged there.

“Wow,” he said finally, a little dazed.

You raised an elegant brow. “Articulate.”

He grinned, but it faded into something softer… more real. “I didn’t think I was gonna… y’know… feel like this about anyone again. Not for a while, anyway.”

“Feel like what?” you asked, tilting your head, your tone teasing but your eyes searching.

“Like I want to spend every free minute with them. Like… I’m not just getting over something… I’m actually into someone.” His gaze dropped for a second, then came back up. “Into you.”

You let the corners of your mouth curve upward in that slow, knowing way that always made him feel like you were five steps ahead of him. “Good. Would’ve been awkward if you weren’t.”

He laughed really laughed and for the first time in days, it wasn’t tinged with bitterness.

Somewhere in the distance, the library clock chimed, pulling you both back to reality just a little. You slid off the armrest, smoothing your skirt, but his hand caught yours before you could step away.

“Hey,” he said, thumb brushing your knuckles, his voice quieter now. “I’m glad you found me that day. Just… wanted you to know that.”

You squeezed his hand lightly, your gold rings catching the lamplight. “You’re welcome, gorgon.”

To be continued…

I'm so down bad for this man and since I could not for the love of me find any headcanons that did not trigger my dysphoria, so here I am. Watched the whole s2 of Wednesday yesterday and yep, love the dude.

݁ ˖ » The kind of boy who fumbles his confession so bad, but loves you so much. The sweetest, really.

݁ ˖ » He's kind and nice sure, but he's not above spooking you sometimes on Prank Day.

݁ ˖ » Prefers to take things slow, take you on a few dates, and see how it goes.

݁ ˖ »Loves making you playlists with songs that remind him of you.

݁ ˖ »He's a bit scared of you coming too close to him and accidentally lifting his beanie, stoning you by accident.

݁ ˖ »Cold blooded in the literal sense, which means that he'll probably try to stay as close to you as you'll allow him during late autumn and the winter.

݁ ˖ »Smiling at his phone when he sees you've texted him.

݁ ˖ »The kind to send a string of emojis every time he texts, like he's half speaking in hieroglyphics.

݁ ˖ »During break you decide to videocall since he's spending some time abroad with his family.

After deciding on a time which will be ok with you both, he spends the previous two hours to the call making sure everything's perfect:

Good WiFi? Check

Doors closed so no one can barge in while you're talking to ask if he's seen the TV remote? Check

Tidy background so no one will see through the screen how the rest of his room looks like a racoon lives there? Check

Face looking good? Check No weird camera angles? Check

Phone charged to the max? Check

Not to mention how he spends 5 minutes before you call rehearsing how he's going to say hi only to get anxious and hear his voice crack as he lets out a (badly concealed) enthusiastic "Hey!" when he finally sees your face appear on the screen.

݁ ˖ »Random fact but I headcanon that Ajax might feel a bit insecure when holding your hand; afraid that you might find it uncomfortable since his skin feels a bit like a snake's, a bit cold and clammy (only when he's nervous).

Pretty Raven

Synopsis: self explanatory lmao, the ask says everything you need to know.

Lenore Vandernacht x fem!reader || SMUT , Lenore uses a strap , strap referred to as “cock” , girl is needyyy , very short — wrote this earlier on a break , semi dirty talk .

Could you possibly write a banshee x Issac reader?? I’ve been super obsessed with those lately !! Anywho, maybe the banshee and Issac are childhood besties, and every one thinks that they’re already dating?? But when someone asks them individually abt it there like “what???? No…..” and then start thinking about it and want to date after all? Idk, make it yours!!

Thanks so much!!! Your writing is so great!!

A/N: Hello!!! Thank you so much for your request!! I hope this is good / what you were looking for! But thank you for your request!!

Navigation!!

Warnings: Not in a proper timeline! Slight S2 Spoilers! Loosely based off show!

The quad was cool with late autumn air, the kind that nipped at fingers and coaxed students into scarves. Isaac sat under a crooked old tree, notebook open on his knee, pencil tapping out a rhythm only he seemed to hear. He was lost in a sketch of circuitry, one corner of his lip caught between his teeth.

You settled beside him, your sketchbook clutched to your chest. A faint chill rippled outward with you, that banshee aura that so often made others edge away. Not Isaac. He hardly seemed to notice it anymore. If anything, he leaned into it, as though your presence steadied him.

“You skipped lunch again,” you said softly.

“I wasn’t hungry.” His reply was absentminded, eyes never leaving the page. “And I was working.”

“You’re always working.” You brushed a leaf off your lap and let your shoulder hover close enough that it brushed his sleeve. “What are you even building this time?”

Isaac shifted, shielding the page like a secret. “Nothing ready to explain.”

You smiled, used to his evasions. Childhood had taught you that he shared when he was ready, not before. The two of you had spent years like this, side by side, your differences creating a rhythm few understood. People whispered, but you had grown good at pretending not to hear.

The whispers found Isaac first that week. He was in the workshop, adjusting a copper coil, when Xavier leaned lazily against the doorway.

“So,” Xavier began, “how long have you and Y/N been together?”

Isaac dropped his screwdriver with a clang. “What?”

“You and Y/N. Everyone thinks you’re dating. You act like it.”

Isaac’s chest tightened. “We’re not. That’s absurd.”

“Really?” Xavier smirked. “Could’ve fooled me.”

Isaac bristled, muttering something sharp as Xavier left. But when the room was quiet again, the words echoed.

Dating. Us.

He tried to return to his project, but his hands faltered. The thought hooked into him, dragging his focus elsewhere. He pictured you leaning against him under the tree, laughing softly at some dry comment of his. He pictured how natural your hand felt when it brushed his. His stomach twisted.

Why does it feel… possible?

Your turn came in the library, when Wednesday cut her gaze at you like a blade.

“You and Isaac,” she said, voice flat. “The campus assumes you are romantically entangled. Confirm or deny.”

You nearly dropped your book. “We’re not! Who even—why does everyone think that?”

“Because it is obvious.” She turned a page, uninterested. “You gaze at him like he is a problem you desperately want to solve. He gazes at you like you are already solved.”

Your face burned. “That’s ridiculous.”

“Denial is tedious,” Wednesday muttered, and returned to her reading.

But her words burrowed in. That night, you lay awake, staring at the ceiling of your dorm. Obvious. The word repeated until you pressed a pillow to your face with a groan.

Were you that transparent? And if you were, did it mean you wanted people to notice?

Over the next few days, something shifted.

Isaac found himself staring at you when he should have been working. He noticed how your voice softened when you spoke to him, even when banshee sharpness lingered underneath. He noticed how you leaned into him without thinking, as if you trusted he would always stay steady.

And you noticed how often his gaze lingered, how his words caught sometimes like he was debating saying more. You noticed how his hand twitched as though tempted to reach for yours, only to shove itself back into his pocket.

It was unbearable, this half-space between friendship and something more. Every time you laughed together, every time your shoulders brushed, the air thickened with what-if.

Finally, Friday arrived with gray skies and restless energy. You were sketching on the bleachers when Isaac appeared, his hands shoved deep in his coat pockets.

“You’re outside,” you teased. “Should I be worried? Is the lab broken?”

“I needed air,” he said shortly, but his voice lacked bite. He sat beside you, too stiff, like he was holding something in.

You frowned. “What’s wrong?”

He stared at the field ahead, pencil tapping nervously against his knee. “People keep asking if we’re dating.”

Your heart stumbled. “Oh.”

“I tell them no,” Isaac continued, voice low. “Because we’re not. But then I start thinking, and it won’t stop. About us.”

You set your sketchbook aside, pulse thrumming. “What about us?”

His jaw tightened. He hated being uncertain, but this wasn’t a formula he could solve. “That maybe… they’re not entirely wrong. That maybe I want it.”

You couldn’t breathe for a moment. The wind whistled through the empty stands.

“Isaac…”

He turned to you finally, eyes behind his glasses sharp with honesty. “You’ve always been there. Since we were kids. And I didn’t think about it before, not like this, but now I can’t stop. The idea of you with anyone else makes my chest—” He broke off, frustrated. “It feels wrong. Because I…”

You waited, heart in your throat.

“Because I like you,” he finished, quiet but sure.

The world stilled.

You pressed your hands together, nervous. “I… thought I was the only one. I kept telling myself we were just friends, that I shouldn’t ruin it. But then Wednesday said something, and suddenly I couldn’t stop thinking either.”

Isaac blinked, startled. “So you…”

“I like you too,” you whispered. “Probably more than I should have, for a long time.”

Silence stretched between you, heavy and trembling. Isaac’s hand hovered, then slowly reached for yours. His fingers brushed yours tentatively, as though waiting for permission.

You curled your hand into his, steadying him.

For a long moment, you just sat like that, hands clasped, shoulders brushing. The quad buzzed faintly in the distance, but here, under the bleak autumn sky, it was just the two of you.

Isaac let out a slow breath, as though releasing something he’d carried too long. “Guess everyone was right.”

Annabel Lee

Annabel is protective of you. She won’t hesitate to make Montresor pay if he says something about you.

She also doesn’t bat an eye at the rumors going around the school that you two are a thing. To Annabel there’s no reason too. She’ll openly give you a peck on the cheek and all chaos will happen and she'll just share tea with you to watch.

Also, tea time with her! You guys will have small tea dates in corners of the school and she always make sure to have your favorite tea in stock for it.

Ada

When you date, Ada is following you. She is holding your hand, wearing your jacket, switching clothes, giving you a flower or something of the like, and any other ideal couple thing she can think of.

Ada is jealous when it comes to you. The mere idea of you with anyone else makes her crazy angry and she won’t let it happen.

If you hold her? She’s melting into you. Kiss her and she’s taking it as far as she can!

Prospero

Prospero seems cold but when it comes to you he’ll warm up. While he won’t initiate the physical contact he’ll let you hold his hand or cling to his side while he works.

Everyone knows about the punch he threw and Montresor and he wouldn’t hesitate to do it again if the man badmouths you.

Deep down, Prospero is a gentle man. He’ll hold the door for you without a second though and give you flowers if you look at them in the garden. Speaking of the garden, it’s one of his favorite places to just walk with you. It’s peaceful, something he barely gets with his group. He’ll rant to you about the sheer stupidity that’s constantly around him.

Montresor

Montresor is a walking red flag but he will make sure you’re at least happy. PDA with him? He’ll kiss you in public no problem, to him it’s staking a claim. While he does have a record of losing fights he’ll win if you come up and they get a little too handsy with you.

He loves having you near him. Montresor gets possessive of you easily so having you near just soothes him a bit. Speaking of soothing, he’ll only be soothed by you. Just tell him to stop and he’ll sign and give up. It’s shocking really.

Will

Will is shocked when you two get together, why would you want him? Just give this guy some love…please. Hold his hand and peck a kiss to his cheek and he’ll get all blushy and smile at you.

Being in a relationship with Prospero feels like:

Quiet, gentle care

Advice about your health and constant worry for your well-being

Warm tea and shared reading time

Quiet dates in the library

Like autumn rain outside while you're safe at home under a cozy blanket

Soft, careful touches — rare, but full of love

Being in a relationship with Duke feels like:

Touches. A hand on your waist, hugs, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. A constant desire to be close.

Long, passionate kisses in hidden corners of the Academy

Playful teasing and endless flirting

Sweet nicknames spoken with a captivating French accent

Performing magic tricks just to watch your eyes light up with wonder

Breaking Academy rules

Sneaking across rooftops at night after curfew

Being in a relationship with Pluto feels like:

An oversized warm coat big enough for both of you to hide inside

Late-night talks about dreams and the meaning of life

Calmness after a long spell of anxiety

Kisses on old white scars

Blushing cheeks

Long, tight hugs and cuddles

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

The year is 1903.

You ran away the morning of your wedding with no plans, nothing more than the clothes on your back. You reached the outside of a bar when it started raining.

It's there that you meet Leo. Clearly wealthy, with a leather trenchcoat and a ravenskull-topped cane. You two couldn't look more different, you're shivering and your dress is soaked from the pouring rain.

He hears you out about running away, then offers you a deal. Come with him and be the live-in maid of his household, and he'll keep you away from your betrothed.