Lone Wolf Part 5 (Finale)

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There is an Authors note at the end of this if you are interested. :)

Also, buckle the fuckle up, this is a long chapter.

After 10 months, Nevermore Academy was finally getting reopened, it was a relief for you, but also sort of a letdown, on one hand, you could continue your education, on the other, you would no longer be required to live with your girlfriend and her loving family. It was a pros and cons situation, as you'll be able to see your friends again, but it also lacks the advantage of morning cuddles with Wednesday. As I said, pros and cons. 

However, the family had something up their sleeve for you, they had found out about your birthday, which you had no idea about, you only shared your birthday with one living being, and that person wasn't even a full human, it was a 7-inch-tall hand named Thing. 

How he found out

"Ok, Thing," Morticia begins, her hands in a prayer motion as they were over her mouth, making this look as if she were about to give the disembodied limb an important task, which to her and the rest of the family it was. "We need you to find out Y/n's birthday," she tells him, "Discreetly," she adds for good measure, raising one of her thin brows up at the palm in hopes he understood. 

He responded with a thumbs up, away to scurry off but Gomez who was standing right behind his beloved, smoking one of his authentic Cuban cigars' chimes in, "And make sure to ask what kind of cake she likes, everyone loves cake," he grins from ear to ear.

"Mon Cher" his wife scolds him sweetly as she strokes his finely tuned moustache, causing him to melt into her hand, looking at her with the utmost adoration, "Just because you have a sweet tooth for chocolate cake, that won't mean Y/n will share your tastes, for all we know, she could be allergic to chocolate," she re-explains to her husband for the twelfth time as they had been making plans about this for a while. 

"Tish," he breathes out lovingly, taking her wrist in between his fingers, his cigar thrown away behind him which perfectly lands in the holster of one of the decorative knight's belts, a skill the masculine Addams had obtained in his youth. "That was French!" He exclaims as he leaves a trail of feather-like kisses from her knuckles up to her arm, causing the older woman to sigh with a roll of her eyes, but an affectionate smile forming on her lips at her man's smitten behaviour. 

She gives a small look to Thing, asking him to leave them be and do his given task, the detached hand only salutes, shrinking into one of his boxes that had a small tunnel that was connected all around the mansion for him, a determined 'umph' in his fingers. 

He eventually gets to an air vent, spotting you sitting in Gomez's study, this was where the older man would go to play with his train set as well as take time for himself if he needed to, but it was always open for anyone to enter if everyone let him have it by himself when he'd ask. You were sitting sideways in one of the leather armchairs, your legs were hanging over one of the armrests, and your back rested against the other as you read a book quietly. 

Wednesday was currently with her grandmother, uncle, and brother to plan your birthday party which was also your initiation party. An initiation party was something the Addams family often did for in-laws marrying into their family, this usually became a joint engagement party as well, but everyone in the mansion just knew you were going to be staying for a long time, hence why they wanted to celebrate you without actually needing to marry your girlfriend right now. 

An initiation ceremony is a common way to welcome a person into becoming a part of an official group or member of something like a club, letting a person have a rite of passage to be accepted into a group or society. This was usually used for educational purposes, such as graduations and whatnot, but the Addams family were unique and had some very interesting, heartwarmingly grotesque traditions. 

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