𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝟐
((M!Wednesday))
Lilith and the Addams family try to rescue Uncle Fester from his gold-digging wife, who also happens to be a serial killer whose specialty is killing rich men to collect their inhe...
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˚₊𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪₊˚
𝕎𝔼𝔻ℕ𝔼𝕊𝔻𝔸𝕐 and Pugsley were in one of the dimly lit rooms of the Addams mansion, hanging a baby doll from a noose. Pugsley held a blowtorch, its blue flame flickering ominously, while both wore protective masks. They were about to ignite the doll when a knock interrupted them. Quickly, they turned off the torch and removed their masks, their expressions shifting from gleeful anticipation to neutral curiosity.
"Children, this is Miss Jellinsky, our new nanny," Morticia announced as she entered the room, Debbie Jellinsky following behind her.
Wednesday's gaze fixed on the new nanny as Morticia prompted, "What do we say?"
Without missing a beat, Wednesday intoned, "Be afraid. Be very afraid." He lifted the torch slightly, emphasizing his point.
Debbie approached them with a sympathetic smile. "Look at you, all cooped up in this house with a new baby. That's not easy, is it?"
Pugsley, shaking his head, replied, "No."
Debbie knelt down to their level, her voice soft and understanding. "Why, I bet sometimes you wish it was still just the two of you." Pugsley nodded earnestly, while Wednesday's gaze shifted briefly to his brother before he added darkly, "Or less." Debbie maintained her reassuring smile. "Well, don't you worry. Everything's going to be just fine." She stood up, turning to face Morticia and Gomez, and whispered, "I love them."
At that moment, Thing scurried up Debbie's shoulder and started bouncing. "Thing, stop that," Morticia chided gently.
Gomez chuckled. "He likes you," he said warmly.
Debbie took one of Thing's fingers and kissed it passionately. Thing froze, then fell limp, his usually energetic self momentarily subdued. Debbie smiled triumphantly. "I'm good with my hands." Morticia returned the smile before looking to Wednesday. "Wednesday, where is Lilith?" Debbie's curiosity was piqued. "Your daughter?"
Morticia's smile deepened with pride. "Future daughter-in-law. She is Wednesday's woman."
Wednesday, placing the blowtorch down, replied, "She had to do her readings, but I think she is painting now." With that, he left the room to find Lilith. As he navigated the shadowy halls of the manor, the flickering candlelight casting eerie shadows on the walls, Wednesday's mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Lilith. He found her in their room, surrounded by the soft glow of candles, her concentration focused on a canvas. She was creating a blurred image of a person being electrocuted, the colours vivid and haunting. As she focused on her work, she felt familiar arms encircle her waist, pulling her close to a warm body. His face nestled against her neck, breathing her in.
