This is a story inspired by the series Wednesday. It revolves around a new student with a secret-and no limits. A student who vanished for two years and now has to make up the last two years at Nevermore Academy. She meets Miss Capri, the woman who throws her into emotional chaos and brings a well-guarded secret into the light. The woman who, despite her position, can no longer ignore what she feels. A dangerous game begins. But is it really a game? Or is it something more? This isn't a slowburn, as some of you might prefer. I do not own any rights to the series Wednesday. The images I use were created by me and are only meant to illustrate the characters and circumstances. That's why there are, of course, visual differences from the original Miss Capri. I'm currently rewriting my chapters. The story will stay the same, but translating it into English has helped me find a better flow, so I'd like to rework the chapters and adjust the wording accordingly. English isn't my native language, so please forgive the occasional mistake. This story is still ongoing, so we'll find out together where the journey takes Aeryn Williams and Isadora Capri.

When Ms Isadora Capri, a 34 year old head of music at Nevermore Academy, finds herself drawn to one of her brightest and most rebellious students, Rowan Ashbourne, she must confront the thin line between mentorship and something deeper. Bound by the strict codes of Nevermore and the ghosts of her own past, Isadora navigates the shadows of longing and restraint. Meanwhile, Rowan, on the verge of adulthood and brimming with curiosity, struggles to separate admiration from emotion as her fascination with her enigmatic teacher deepens. Amid moonlit greenhouses, hidden gardens, and the scent of rain on stone, both women are drawn into a slow, consuming connection that challenges their sense of duty and their understanding of love itself. Trigger Warnings: This story will contain the themes of power imbalance, emotional tension, forbidden attraction and psychological complexity. This would be a slow-burn gothic romance where every glance carries meaning, every word lingers too long and the darkness between them hums with possibility. Disclaimer: This story is a work of fanfiction inspired by the Netflix show Wednesday. All canon characters, settings, and concepts from the show, including Isadora Capri, Nevermore Academy, and other recognisable figures, are the property of its respective owners. I do not claim ownership of any existing material from the original series. All original characters, including Rowan Ashbourne and any additional figures created for this story, belong solely to me. This work is written purely for creative and non-commercial purposes. Highest Rankings: #2 in wxg #4 in wlwteacherxstudent #7 in nevermoreacademy

"What if the way you hold me is actually what's holy? they don't know how you've haunted me so stunningly..." Morticia Addams x OC This fanfiction includes some events inspired by the Netflix series "Wednesday".

Lenore Yuson survived the Hyde, Crackstone, Thornhill, Wednesday, and saved the school. She managed to become a Nevermore senior, but the school isn't done with her yet, between preparing for her exams, avoiding the pack, keeping her few friends, and fighting her own self, she isn't finding her final year easy. A wrench is thrown in her plans, however, with the introduction of a new teacher--who seems to burn like the sun--sending the already unpredictable werewolf into a tailspin, which only one person can stop.

Family weekend at Nevermore brought familiar faces back to its dark halls. For Lilith Addams, it meant returning to the place that shaped her, elegant as ever, hiding unease behind composure. For Isadora Capri, the academy's new music teacher, it was another stage to command, though her restless hands betrayed her nerves. They weren't meant to collide, yet when they did, curiosity sparked where neither expected it. ~•━━━━━•❅•°•❈•°•❅•━━━━━•~ Here's the playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0Md5ausqQTMSa4mjfaoy3J?si=dT2tTBHpRNSQjFcampAcxA&pi=hLAjcYoISBGjS (The name is the same as the ff)

"Where am I?" "My room," she answered simply, setting the tray on the nightstand. I forced a smirk, trying not to show how unsettled I really felt. "Already? Wow. I thought I'd have to work harder to make this happen." Her tongue darted out to wet her lips-an anxious habit, though she masked it quickly behind that rigid composure. "So," she said, folding her arms, "want to tell me what happened last night?" I leaned back, feigning ignorance. "Not remembering. Maybe I was sick. But now? Totally fine." When I swung my legs out of bed, ready to stand, her hand shot out, stopping me. "Jeez, teach'. If you want to keep me in your bed, just say it." She cleared her throat, tension flickering in her jaw. "Sophie, this is not a game. You wolfed out without the full moon. Do you know what that means?" "Nope. And honestly?" I shrugged. "Don't really care." I turned toward the door, but her voice followed me, sharp as a blade. "You are an alpha." I froze. Turned slowly, eyebrows arched. "What? Bullshit." Ispired by the new episodes of Wednesday, but more personal! there is another alpha out there.

Wednesday fanfic, doesn't follow all the events of the season

crawling back to you.