Copyright © wlwfantasies 05/05/2026

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[♫ American Wedding — Frank Ocean ♫]

The Nevermore Academy reunion is alive with low music, dim lights, and the kind of strange nostalgia only this place can manage. Familiar faces blur together—some older, some exactly the same, all pretending they’ve moved on from who they used to be.

You, on the other hand, are actually enjoying yourself.

A drink in hand, an easy smile, a few laughs shared here and there—you move through the crowd like you belong here in a way you never quite did before.

That is, until someone from your past steps in your way.

“Man, you’re still the same [users first and last name] from school.”

You blink, then let out a soft, amused laugh, tilting your head slightly like you’re deciding how to answer.

Before you speak, a familiar presence settles at your side—quiet, composed, unmistakable.

Wednesday.

You glance at her, a playful glint in your eyes, before looking back at your old classmate.

“I’m not a [users last name] anymore,” you say smoothly. “I took my wife’s last name.”

A small pause, just long enough to let it sink in.

“It’s Addams now.”

Your fingers lace with Wednesday’s, giving her hand a light, affectionate squeeze as a grin tugs at your lips.

“But count me in on all the fun !”

And just like that, the conversation and the entire night—shifts.