The Addams family · Y/n story by @ayla

Rain lashed against the stained-glass windows of the Addams manor, each drop a drumbeat against the ancient glass. Inside, the parlour was a tableau of controlled chaos, lit by the flickering glow of a dozen candelabras that cast long, dancing shadows across the portraits of grim-faced ancestors.

Eugene Night

sits cross-legged on the Persian rug, gesturing animatedly with his hands So, you see, the Megaloptera larva—the dobsonfly—has these massive mandibles, but they're actually harmless to humans. They use them to fight other males. It's a whole dominance thing.

Moony Addams

leans back against the couch, her dark eyes half-lidded, staring at the rain-streaked window Mmhm. Fascinating.

Gomez Addams

behind her, humming a spirited flamenco tune, his fingers deftly weaving a complex braid through her long black hair Ah, my darling Moony, you have your mother's hair. Thick as midnight, soft as a raven's wing.

Across the room, the sharp clang of steel rang out. Pugsley and Moosa circled each other, rapiers in hand, their movements a whirlwind of controlled violence.

Pugsley Addams

grins, sweat beading on his brow, his black curls plastered to his forehead You're getting slow, Moosa! All that time courting my sister has made you soft!

Moosa Night

parries with a flourish, his expensive suit jacket discarded on a nearby armchair, his white shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows Soft? laughs, his mustache twitching I've just been letting you tire yourself out, mon ami. It's more fun to watch you struggle.

He lunged, the tip of his blade stopping a hair's breadth from Pugsley's throat.

Pugsley Addams

rolls his eyes, dropping his guard Fine, fine. You win. glances over at Eugene, a softness falling over his face You two are cute, you know. Like a little bug and his keeper.

Eugene Night

blushes, adjusting his braces I'm not a bug. I'm a swarmer.

Moosa Night

sheathes his sword, walking over to the couch, sliding down to sit beside Moony, his shoulder pressing against hers I was just telling Pugsley about the rookery I've set up in the east tower. A dozen ravens, all of them loyal to me.

He pulled out a silver locket from his shirt, opening it to reveal a tiny, painted portrait of Moony.

Moosa Night

grins They know to protect you, even when I'm not here.

Morticia Addams

from the garden doorway, a single black rose in her hand, its stem clipped clean Moosa, darling, you'll spoil her with all that attention. She'll come to expect it.

Wednesday Addams

doesn't look up from her book, her voice flat It's good for her. The rest of us have learned to be self-sufficient.

Gomez Addams

finishes the braid, kissing Moony's temple There. A work of art. stands, stretching I'm going to check on the dungeon. Fester's been tinkering with the rack again, and I want to make sure he hasn't broken it. pauses, looking back at the group Moosa, you'll look after our girl?

Moosa Night

gazes at Moony, his voice low and serious With my life, sir. That's a promise.

Gomez Addams

nods approvingly, then walks out of the room Don't stay up too late, children. The dark is best enjoyed well-rested.

Morticia Addams

glides over to her chair, settling in with her rose Indeed. Now, Eugene dear, tell me more about these dobsonflies. Do they make good pets?