Y/N hadn't expected this day to come so soon- or at all for that matter, meeting her family. It would come as a surprise to most that he and Wednesday have been getting on well. Better than well. He couldn't remember the last day the pair had not spent by each others side- whether in silence or writing together. She seemed enamoured for him and he adored her.
Although they weren't at the stage of their relationship where they would sleep in the same bed together, the two would often lay beside one another and watch the stars when the nights weren't too cold.
Of course, they would spat, squabble and bicker but they did it with love in their hearts- no matter how cold said hearts were.
The journey to the Addams manor was quiet. Wednesday had fallen asleep about halfway through the long journey and Lurch had been less than accommodating for Y/N's attempted conversation. To make things worse, any level of 'communication' with Thing was extremely limited thanks to the lack of a notepad and pen and a lack of mutual ASL knowledge.
Instead, Y/N was forced to just sit in silence, the only sounds filling the air being the gentle hum of the engine and the gentle, relaxed breaths of Wednesday. He couldn't really complain. Wednesday was quite adorable while asleep- despite her pale skin suggesting she had been dead for the last few days.
By the time Lurch pulled up outside the entrance, Wednesday had been sleeping for a good hour and a half. Y/N reached over with his far hand and caressed her cold cheek, lulling her awake.
Her dark eyes fluttered to life as she came to. A brief flash of heat could be felt beneath his hand as her cheeks grew in blush. "We're here, mi amor?" She asked sleepily as she lifted her delicate head to look out of the car windows.
Y/N nods his head and smiles as a brief response. Despite his perpetual nerves about meeting Wednesday's parents, he couldn't shake this aura of excitement from his bones. He wondered what her family would think of him... he and Wednesday were quite alike in the sense that they both quite enjoyed the darker things in life, especially the macabre. They each had a similar sense of humour and enjoy many hobby together- but there was still this pang in his chest that maybe... just maybe her family wouldn't approve of him.
Wednesday slipped a cold, macilent hand into his, offering a gentle squeeze. "It will be okay, mi araña." She assured. Though her disposition remained as stiff as a stone, Y/N could see the sincerity through her eyes.
He offered a single nod before slipping his hand away and getting out of the car. Thing latched onto his passing arm and climbed up to his shoulder as Y/N stepped out of the vehicle.
Finally out of the car, Y/N could finally appreciate the grandeur of the Addams Family mansion. It was breath taking enough to puncture a lung, despite its dishevelled, unkept nature. He straightened out his jacket as he stepped around the car to meet Wednesday on the other side. "You could have told me you home was so big." He uttered before his attention was taken away by Lurch getting his trunk out of the car. "Here, I don't mind taking that." He offered, holding out his hand awaiting for his luggage to be returned to him. Lurch merely looked at him before walking ahead with his and Wednesday's trunk anyway. "Alright then..." He breathed.
"Come, my mother and father will await us." Wednesday spoke up, gazing up towards
Y/N. He looked down at her and nodded. Taking a deep breath, they approached the entrance.
As the three got closer, Thing dropped from Y/N's shoulder and scurried through the already open front door. A distant cheer at his arrival could be heard, "Thing, it is wonderful to see you again, camarada." A deeper voice boomed. Y/N guessed it was Gomez.
Another voice called out. "And with all five of your limbs still intact!" This voice was certainly more feminine, Y/N presumed it was Morticia.
The two stepped up the basalt black steps to the entrance and walked through the front door together.
"Oh- welcome home, my pretty little nightshade!" Gomez cried, his arms open in a welcoming manor. His features were rife with joy to see his daughter home. "Ahh... and look, Morticia." He strode forward towards Y/N. "The fly who fell for our little sarracenia's trap." Gomez went on. He nudged Y/N as he looked up at him. "Wednesday hasn't drowned you yet then?" He teased.
Y/N wasn't sure whether to be worried about the term fly and trap. From what he learned from his botanical science classes last year, a sarracenia is a plant that would drown small insects. He swallowed his doubts like a snake would it's prey, putting on a smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr Addams." He spoke, puffing his chest as if to show an ounce of confidence.
"No, call me Gomez, and the pleasure is all mine." He assured
Y/N, patting his shoulder with one hand while with the other the two shook hands. "This is my beautiful wife, Morticia." Gomez introduced as she stepped forward towards Y/N.
Morticia reached out a hand which Y/N held, bending down to place a kiss on her knuckle. He knew how to show a good knowledge of manners at least. "It's so lovely to see our Wednesday has found someone who is able to... tame her." She gleefully announced.
Y/N wasn't sure if he had tamed Wednesday, but he was certain she hadn't hung him yet so that was a win in his books.
"Pugsley, what did I say about hugging?" Y/N heard Wednesday hiss through gritted teeth. "Or have the dung beatles finally gotten to your brain?" She reprimanded. Y/N couldn't help but grin at the sight. Pugsley begrudgingly let go of Wednesday.
Gomez clapped his hands together. "I am sure you are both tired from the journey here, yes?" He asked
Y/N smirked and opened his mouth to speak. "Actually, Wends-" he was just off by Wednesday speaking up.
"Yes, extremely." She answered, seemingly for the two of them.
"I guessed as much." Mr Addams spoke with a small smile. "Y/N, I'm sure Wednesday would be happy to show you to your room."
Wednesday nodded her head. "Of course, father." She replied before signalling for her significant other to follow.
They walked up a few steps together before Morticia called up to them. "Supper will be served at seven-thirty!"
Y/N smiled. "Your parents are nice." He told Wednesday in a hushed manner.
"Please, I've spent enough years around them to know they are sickening." She replied with a roll of her eyes.
After a long walk up the grand staircase and down a wonky hallway, Wednesday showed Y/N to the room next door to her own. She opened the door for him and followed him in. He found that his trunk was already at the foot of the grand four pole bed. One of the walls was completely covered in bookshelves and novels. The roof was covered in detailed paintings and elegant concaves which all lead up to a rustic chandelier. There were several windows opposite the bed, all a very mid-century gothic style and the curtains draped over then we're a brooding red.
"Holy shit, Wends'." Y/N breathed with wide eyes. He moved to sit at the end of the bed, his hands spreading across the silk blood red covers.
Wednesday raised a brow as she sat beside him, resting a cold hand on his warm one. "You could move in if you really wanted to." She told him, watching him gaze over the room.
He scoffed a small bit with a wide grin. "I'm not sure my parents would be too happy about that." He told her before flopping back into the soft bed.
Wednesday laid back as well. "Shame on you for having emotional relationships." She spoke, Y/N thought he noticed the very corners of her lips curling and pulling into a little smile.
He simply scoffed as he grinned. "Indeed, my emotional relationships have brought me here." He replied, joking along. He craned his head forward to peck her lips before turning his head to look at the painted celling once more. "Who painted these?" He asked.
Wednesday did the same, also looking up at the detailed and defined paintings. "My great, great grandmother, Josephine. This was her room a few hundred years ago." She answered before pointing to one of the figures on the plaster canvas. "That one there is her." She informed. The woman had an all black attire on, a trench coat that ran to the end of the painting, jet black hair and the darkest eyes. "Don't be fooled by her looks though, she was actually quite ugly- she painted herself through kindness I believe."
Y/N chuckled. "Are you worried that I have eyes for you predecessors?" He asked, smirking to himself. Of course he was only interested in Wednesday and it had been that way since he arrived at Nevermore Academy and quite literally bumped into her- he recalled her pulling a knife from a strap in her boot and holding it to his neck. "I only have eyes for you, my princess." He told her.
She seemed to blush at the name. "Good, otherwise you will have no eyes at all."
Her gulped hard. He cleared his throat. "What about that one? Who is she?" He asked, pointing to a a young redheaded woman.
"That was great, great grandmother's first fling." She answered. "She painted this while they were still together but their relationship didn't last long." She explained further.
"Oh- how come?"
"Josephine slit her throat and wrists in her sleep. She then took the lady's money and valuables before using the body to conduct various experiments. In fact, it was done right in this very room" She answered. Y/N shuddered at the thought. "Actually, the lady's right had was revived and given sentience. Her and Thing were actually in a romantic relationship for a while until they had a falling out over family affairs."
Y/N brows narrowed as his eyes grew wide. "What?" He asked completely perplexed. He thought that he and Thing were close but he never told him about a woman in his life. He felt betrayed. Furthermore, it seemed gore, violence and murder ran in the family. He hoped he wasn't the next victim.
"Indeed." Wednesday agreed nodding her head.
Y/N sat up as his eyes once more scanned the room. He eyed up the invaluable decorations and ornaments, specifically the tall jardiniere that held a deep green, bushy fern that had dark brown- nearly black flowers. He then looked over to the old gramophone and wooden crate that seemed to hold hundreds of vinyls. He smiled and got to his feet, heading towards them. "Can I put one on?" He asked.
She nodded once in answer to his question and watched as he crouched over and delicately filed through the crate. If Y/N had to guess, they were all ancient, probably passed down from generation to generation. His head perked up as he picked one out, he took a deep breath and blew out to get rid of the dust. He placed it on the pin and pressed a button. The plate beneath the vinyl started spinning and he hooked his finger under the pin and gently settled it down on the first groove.
Wednesday, crooked her head as she tried to guess the song from the first few notes. "Aria... Good choice, mi amor."
Y/N swooned over to Wednesday at the bed and held his hand out to her. He made an offer. "Shall we dance?"
She smiled and nodded as he took her hand and twirled her into his arms.
They fell in step, letting the rhythm control their growingly delicate movements. Her deep black eyes glistened, and a smile still spread across her pretty face.
Uncontrollable feelings surged through his body, and the tips of his fingers tingled. His hand brushed across her cheek. Y/N's body was acting on its own.
He drew her close to his chest, and she wrapped her thin arms around his neck.
Her raven, black locks fell over her eyes, like a curtain blocking out the sunlight.
She began to withdraw her hand to brush away her hair, but his hand beat her to it. He carefully laid her thin hand on his shoulder before he delicately tucked her lock behind her ear.
Her lips went to my ear as she whispered softly. "I never knew you could actually dance."
She set her head on my shoulder. They continued to dance, too lost in the music to halt. Time passed as their swift feet moved in the steps of the detailed, gentle dance.
She brought her head up and opened her eyes. She leaned in and planted her lip on his. He moved to wrap his arms around her neck in return and held her tight as the kiss continued past the end of the song. The needle ran off the vinyl.
Wednesday placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back onto the bed. He stumbled back and sat on the end of the bed. She placed her hands on his shoulders and sat in his lap. She pressed her lips back into his, a level of aggression in the way she battled with his lips. He wouldn't go down without a fight though as he fought back just as hard, his hands resting on the handles of her hips.
Just as they got into the motion of things, the bedroom door burst open. "Mother says supper is-" Pugsley trails off as he quickly realises that he almost definitely should have knocked before he came into the room. Wide eyed, he turned to run.
However, like the little demon she was, Wednesday was up and had him in a hold before he could get out of the doorway. She held her hand over his mouth. She spoke in a hushed tone, "If you dare tell mother or father about what you just saw- I will not hesitate in playing a game of bowling with your ribs and decapitated head. Do you understand?"
Pugsley rapidly nodded his head as he tapped on Wednesday's arm to let her go. She did and he ran back down the hallway and down the stairs.
Wednesday stood up straight and dusted herself off. "I believe my brother was informing us that supper is ready." She spoke cooly, turning back to Y/N who still sat on the bed.
He nodded before grinning. "Your... Your lipstick is a little- uhm.." he guestured by pointing to his own lip, signalling that the dark colouring on her lips had smudged.
"Ugh... Great." Wednesday muttered, fingering around her mouth as she attempted to clean up the smudges. "This is your fault." She joked- although anyone else listening would have been certain that she was deadly serious. "I'll go to the bathroom and fix myself up... I'll meet you downstairs."
He nodded and planted a firm kiss on her cheek as he moved past her and out of the bedroom door. As he walked down the winding hallway, her fixed his hair and ran his sleeve over his mouth to make sure that any lipstick that had transferred from her lips to his was swiftly rubbed away.
Y/N started walking down the stairs as a few sets of feet appeared to view. The more steps he walked down, the easier it became to guess that it was Gomez and Morticia.
"Ah- there he is!" Gomez announced with a wide smile, and wider spread arms. He was truly welcoming and it certainly calmed
Y/N's nerves to an extent. "Where is our little viper trap?" He asked, putting a hand around Y/N's shoulders as he reached the bottom of the stairs.
Y/N raised his brows as he thought up an excuse. "I hung her from the chandelier in my room." He joked. There was a brief silence before Morticia and Gomez both let out laughs.
"Well- you do look a little flustered." Morticia commented with a small grin.
"Heh... Yeah, bodies can be quite heavy when they fight against you." He further joked. "She'll be joining us in a minute... I think she might just be a little nervous- shocking, I know."
"Yes, very shocking. She must be really serious about you to be getting flustered." Gomez mused.
Y/N smiled and nodded his still hot head. "I hope so because I'm serious about her." He replied as he followed Wednesday's parents in the direction of the dining room.
They each have a squeal and a yip in response to his sweet, romantic reply. "Oh, Morticia, does it not remind you of our youth?"
"It does, my love." She replied with a smile. They shared a brief kiss as they walked into the dining room.
Y/N found Pugsley already sat at the table and they appeared to connect eyes. While the young boy seemed to be unsure of the older, Y/N offered a small smile. Pugsley seemed to relax and this and gave a smile back.
"Where should I sit?" Y/N asked. He presumed that one of Gomez or Morticia would sit at the head and tail of the long, dark mahogany table- but he was wrong. It appeared the two of them were as attached to one another as he and Wednesday were. While Morticia sat at the head of the table, Gomez sat close by on her right.
"Wherever, mi hijo." Gomez answered as he tucked himself in under the table.
Y/N nodded and sat beside Pugsley who was situated one chair in from the other side of the table, which gave Wednesday space to sit beside Y/N at the tail of the table.
As if on queue, Wednesday stalked in. She glared at Pugsley as she walked in and Pugsley let his head drop.
Y/N tapped his shoulder. Pugsley lifted his head up. Y/N leaned towards her ear. "Ignore her, she wouldn't hurt you even if she wanted to." He assured him. Once again, Pugsley smiled up at him.
Just as Y/N had expected, his lover sat at the tail of the table. He slipped a hand under the table and gave a small squeeze of her thigh to catch her attention. Her cheeks gained some colour as she turned to face him. "Hmm?" She hummed in question.
"I really think you should try being a little nicer to your brother." He murmured quietly.
"But-"
He gave as stern a glare to her as he possibly could- out of love of course. Her lip twitched before she gave in. "Fine."
Their conversation was cut short my what seemed to be a survant of sorts placing down a metal plate before each member at the table. Y/N looked down at the plate to see a full fish- head, eyes, gills and fins all still very much attached as well as a number of vegetables. From the looks of it, the fish had been roasted. He smiled. "Branzino, right?" He asked. "It's one of my favourites."
Morticia hummed with a small smirk. "I say- Wednesday, you have yourself a man of culture." She evaluated. "Please do tuck in." She insisted.
Y/N nodded and took his knife and fork- in the correct hands- and did indeed tuck in, careful to keep the meat of the fish separate from that of the bones. The flesh seemed to be perfect in the way it was satisfyingly pulled apart. Once he had some on his fork, he put it in his mouth. The second his taste buds touched the fish, they were overwhelmed with flavour.
"Y/N, Wednesday tells us you are a psychic." Gomez speaks up, talking over the sound of scraping plates and cutlery. "What can you do- any party tricks?"
Y/N nodded with a small grin. "I am most proficient in telekinesis." He explained before setting his knife and fork down for the moment, looking over the dining room. While he did, he noticed that it was just as elegant as the room he was staying in, only the colours were a lot more dull. His eyes settled on a cello in the corner of the room- presumably Wednesday's. Y/N outstretched a hand and without touching it, the bow and instrument began to levitate, stoping at the centre of the table. He lowered his hand and closed his eyes. Like magic, the bow ran along the strings in an intricate and soft manner. As he focused further, he picked up the pace, the movement of the bow becoming more refined and accurate. "While he felt he wasn't as good as Wednesday, he was certain they would make a good cello duo. After a moment, he put the cello back in place.
Morticia, Gomez and Pugsley all clapped their hands. "Bien hecho!" Gomez cheered. Y/N looked over to Wednesday, who sat with a proud and smug grin on her face.
By the time the Addams family and Y/N had finished eating and conversing, it was around ten-thirty in the evening and Y/N was about ready to drop dead he was so tired. He and Wednesday retired upstairs together. They stopped halfway down the hallway to their rooms.
"Thank you for inviting me here, Wednesday. I've truly enjoyed myself." He told her, a sunny disposition on his features despite the full moon outside.
She nodded and offered up a smile. "My parents love you, I can tell." She told him as she gave her hand a gentle squeeze.
"Oh, so you do have an understanding of love." He deadpanned. She shot him a death glare to which he replied with pecking her lips. "I'll let you get your beauty sleep." He murmured to her softly as she trailed his thumb across the back of her knuckles.
She frowned a little but nodded. She was tired. "Alright. Goodnight, mi corazon." She murmured, reaching up to kiss his cheek before letting his warm hand go.
They went their separate ways, each walking through their bedroom doors and closing them in unison. Y/N and Wednesday both changed into sleepable clothing, brushed their teeth and got into bed.
While Y/N lay on his back, distracted by the art above and the day's events, Wednesday lay on her side, feeling somewhat cold and alone. He tried counting sheep and she tried counting rotten corpses, but neither found they could drift into the land of sleep.
Y/N's heavy bedroom door slowly creaked open and the sound of light, bare footed steps followed close behind. The door shut. He turned his head to see Wednesday was creeping in.
"I can't sleep." She spoke, almost timidly. "I was wondering if maybe..." She found she couldn't break the confidence needed to finish her sentence.
As if he could read her mind, Y/N pulled himself from a sprawled position to make space for her. He patted the mattress beside him. "Get in here."
She seemed to relax at his respons and did as she was instructed. She pulled back the blood red silk covers and climbed in.
Once she was under, the warm sheets, Y/N pulled the covers close up to their necks. She shuffled closer to him and slung a leg over him while he wrapped his arms around her midriff. It seemed that being together took their busy minds and empty voids away as within a matter of moments, they each fell asleep.
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Jeeeesh, you guys really know how to make a writer blush :)) thank you for all the kind comments, votes and reads! We are so close to 10,000! I hope you enjoyed this one, it's a lot longer than the others (4001 words) but I enjoyed writing it! Again, apologies for any spelling mistakes and any poor use of Spanish (my skills are quite rusty) enjoy:))