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Transformers 2007 - Chapter One: Beginnings

Indie Bayverse Transformers Series - Creator: Solar Seeks

Introduction Movies Masterlist

Introduction, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six

Content: 18+, basically a battle and interactions to get to know the characters a little more.

TW/Tags: 3rd POV (1st POV wouldn’t work here sorry), Altair is a placeholder for Y/N, This story is self-insert, Multiple deaths, Decapitation, Swearing, Jealous Elita in background, Angry Prowl, Optimus and Altair have a pretty happy relationship.

Notes: Originally the first chapter was going to be all the way to where Sam and Mikaela are taken and the bots will come to save them. The story ending on bee getting captured. OP and Reader having a small argument because reasons. More on that in the next chapter. But I decided that I need to write the story to start off with reader Altair and key points. Like their relationship with everyone and the lead up to arriving to earth.

The second is because I was redoing some lore reading. In the comics Megatron is the one to take Bees voice box. And so in the first chapter he has already lost his voice box. I do plan on doing a flashback to better fletch out the situation and event from the comics in possibly later chapters if it fits since I just learned this.

Third I’ll probably do a rewrite at some point and add a little more once I rewatch the other movies and after I finish the 2nd chapter if I realize I must add more.

Editor: @midnightbears

Chapter One: Beginnings

Location: Unknown Planet - Situation: Battle Between Autobot and Decepticon

It was a full-on Battle. And it was messy. The Decepticons at large as they yelled in almost joy. The planet is windy and full of dirt.

A mission set for the Autobot to find energon gone wrong. The battle is mostly surprising when the skilled shooter Chromia is almost shot by one of the Decepticons.

Who at first was a lot closer to the Decepticons during the fight. Other bigger bots making their way over to help her out.

Crosshiars jumped over a rock, using his cervo and arm to pull his waist up before landing next to her.

Speaking to her while he gets his sniper gun ready. Both kneeling and yelling.

“How many did you counter?” Crosshiars asked. Avoiding a shot that only hit the rock by the side. Chromia then responded. “So far ten. But it seems that more might come!”

Crosshairs peaked a little over the rock before returning to looking at Chromia.

They then heard very large engines and looked toward where the ship was. Ironhide, Prowl, and Jazz soon showing up. Transformering mid-air, joining the fight.

The Decepticons slowly move in circles around them. Jazz led them out of the center.

Trying to find any way to get out of there with the others. But that was starting to prove difficult. The Decepticons there proving to be a little stronger.

Jazz then tries to speak through the comm as his back presses harshly against a large rock bigger than him. One cervo holding his gun while the other digit presses into his comm.

Prowl is on his left while Chromia stays on his right.

“This is First Lieutenant Jazz! We are under attack and need help! Reporting to Autobot base for immediate backup!”

He yelled but the comms weren’t going through Ironhide brought out one of his larger guns and started shooting almost like a madman left and right. Walking forward.

Crosshairs getting behind him as a shield.

Jazz gets upset trying to figure out what’s happening with the signal.

But then he got a comm by another bot. Jazz answering. “Where are you we need help! And have you tried the comms for the base? I can’t reach Optimus!“ he closes the call.

But he soon gets another one by a different comm. Another bot spoke with a strong yet soft voice.

A cybertronian car is making its way closer to the others. Then spoke once more to Jazz through the comm. “The Decepticon Cyclonus cut signals on this planet. He’s been dealt with. I’m the backup now. See you soon jazz.”

The comm closes. Jazz then turned his helm to the side and peaked above the rock to see the Decepticons hiding behind other larger rocks and trees.

The wind is harsh while Chromia and Prowl remain by his side. Ironhide hid behind a large tree and a few rocks, reloading his weapon.

Crosshairs is a lot closer and further than the others and can get a better shot at the Decepticons. Like hitting their shoulder and even getting a few headshots earlier.

He had a huge grin on his dermas the entire time.

As the others continue they soon hear the sound of a car speeding.

Jazz, Prowl, and Ironhide are the ones to turn their helms toward the sound. Soon they saw the car drive up on a larger rock next to the ship.

The car flies and then transforms into a certain bot.

Altair soon appeared in the air with their face plate fully covered by their visors and mouth guard. Anyone who knew them like Ironhide, Crosshairs, and Jazz knows that they’re smiling under that mask.

While in midair, they then pull out two purple guns. All in a fast motion, they point the two guns down and start shooting at the Decepticons below.

Able to get four of them.

Jazz and Chromia cheered while Prowl just scowled under his visors. A frown on his dermas. Chromia and the others were too busy with the shooting.

Once they hit the floor flawlessly once on their legs, Altiar rolled forward smoothly with the guns and started shooting at the others more and more.

Doubledealer noticed them to be Cyclonus. Soon yelling.

“You Autobot scum!!! You killed Cyclonus didn’t you!!!!” In a fit of rage, he started to shoot like an idiot, leaving himself open.

Crosshairs getting a headshot. Covering for Altair as they continue.

Altair started to run further and further into the battle. Being a pretty big bot they’re able to easily take on many of the larger bots who were bigger than Ironhide.

One of the snipers on the Decepticon's side was able to get a good hit on the shoulder.

When the ammo soon ran out. They throw them to the side and then soon pull out their swords. Hiding behind a large rock a few feet ahead of Ironhide.

Who looked over at them from behind.

Altair peaking just a little past the rock to see how many Decepticons are there.

Jazz then spoke through the comms. Unable to speak to Prowl and Chromia even when they’re next to him thanks to the noise of guns and wind. “We move forward!”

They and Ironhide look at each other before nodding.

The four of them move. From their current hiding spot make their way closer to where Crosshairs and Altair are. Able to easily avoid the shootings as they make it to larger trees.

Kneeling and hiding just behind Crosshairs. Altair stayed close to the ground and sneaked closer to one of the Decepticons.

Jazz continues to get closer to Chromia and Prowl.

But a grenade was able to cause them to scatter once it landed in front of Jazz. Getting around more than just in the middle of the field.

When Prowl got behind Ironhide with a tree. Ironhide shooting again.

Prowl would then get a comm call. Seeing it’s not from the base. Prowl answers expecting it to be someone searching for them on another planet or is from the Autobot base.

“This is Officer Prowl of the Autobot cause. This better be our backup!”

He said in a strict and commanding tone.

Only to get more upset when he hears a certain gun specialist bot on the other side.

“Nope! But if you give me the permission I need I can come right in then I’ll save y’all without a second thought!”

Prowl then rolled his optics and responded while his back remained against a large tree.

“Hound we need you to get back to base. We can’t reach it and it’s too dangerous without more. Your team won’t be able to help stand against what we’re dealing with. We need better backup!”

“Well, I’m better backup! Hell, I’m a great backup! I-“

Prowl interrupts him once more. Being almost shot by the side of his helm. The shooting only hit the side of the tree. Then speaking once more when he glanced at the mark on the tree.

Then out of nowhere, a full-on blast of guns started to fire.

“Just go get the backup we need!!!!”

He then hangs up. Peaking by the side seeing Ironhide returning to shooting once more. Prowl groaned and loaded his police gun. Sighing before he peaks over next to the tree once more.

Seeing Jazz jump over a rock and shoot another Decepticon.

Altair was close by decapitating one and kicking another away. Soon getting into another sword battle with a different person.

Jazz then transforms to drive closer. Shooting one of the Decepticons that was behind a small boulder. Then staying down on the other side of the boulder once the other Decepticons start shooting at him.

Reloading his minigun and getting his blaster ready.

Until. ”Ring, Ring, Ring” Jazz a little confused answers the call after turning his blaster back into his cervo then answers. “Optimu-“

”Jazz! Where’s your location I can come to you guys as backup!” Jazz then responded. “No- damn it Hound! Go back to the base and tell them we’re outnumbered. You need to-“

Jazz is then tackled to the side by Chromia right as he’s about to be hit with another grenade.

Jazz then helped her up and the two hid behind a couple of trees together. Jazz kneeled to shield Chromia while she kept shooting. Jazz then responded to the comm.

”Hound this is an order. Go to the base and try to get us back up! Besides you’re not even supposed to be on another planet! You need to leave to get help! You’ll have your chance another time! Now go to the base! That’s an order!!!”

He ends the call. Hound stood there on another planet a good million miles away with a few other Autobots who were just wandering around.

Altair and Ironhide then start to head deeper into the battlefield killing as many cons as they can but the two also notice that these are. The Decepticon's weakest cons. Something is up.

Ironhide and Altair then looked at each other until Altair got a call through the comm.

Altair and Ironhide continue to run to the other Decepticons with the others behind them. Altair answered it. Soon hearing Hound's voice on the other side.

”Altair! Tell that stuck-up Prowl and Lieutenant Jazz to let me join you guys. I’m a great back up and with me, you, and Ironhide on the team. Those scums don’t stand a chance!”

Altair listens to him while still fighting in a sword battle.

Being able to win then hides behind a rock and tree. A second later a Decepticon came to. Try to catch them off guard next to the rock but Altair was faster.

Altair then currently strangling the Decepticon Razorclaw with one arm as they keep listening to Hounds little rant. Razorclaw was having a hard time trying to save himself while Altair was trying to avoid being shot at by the other Decepticons.

Altair then finally responded as they placed their other cervo to their helm. Showing they’re thinking ‘Is he for real right now?’.

“Sorry Hound, but shouldn’t you be with the others back at the base? I mean you were given orders.”

Hound then responded once more.

“Come on I’m a great back up and you still owe me for that kill count. I still want that redraw!”

While he spoke Altair has then grabbed the side of Razorclaws helm tightly. Then twisting his helm in the other direction breaking his neck completely in a fast snap.

Then ripping it off and kicking the body away. Turning back to the other Decepticons once he was finished with a scowel.

Ironhide continues to shoot without much worry while the others keep up with trying to shoot other cons.

While Hound responded, Altair jumped to another tree before being almost shot. Still holding Razorclaws helm before sticking a grenade in it then starts running toward the larger Decepticon there.

Ironhide joining them.

“Yeah, but I have a job to disarm bombs for other teams. So Optimus sent me and now that I hear in a cut-off call to base by Jazz. This can be a good excuse to start killing people!”

Ironhide then joins the call. Having hit a bot with the back of his gun and then shot them.

Altair has thrown the head into one of the larger bots' cervos. Getting killed by the explosion. Altiar then jumps through the explosion with both swords at hand.

Then landing and starts a sword battle against Fang. Ironhide is only a few feet from them as the others join in.

He joined the comm and started to speak to Hound in a tone that was almost calming and cheerful showing they’re both old friends. ”Hound you are a trained soldier! Just do as the others tell ya. Ya know you can’t change Jazz's mind. Well- Unless you’re Prime or Altair.”

Altair then chuckled with a response. M

“Oh please it’s Prowl you gotta deal with when it comes to changing your damn plans. And besides, we’re handling this pretty well! Wouldn’t ya say? Hide!”

They say with a cheer while Ironhide chuckles.

Jazz, Chromia, Prowl, and Crosshairs soon joined around them like a true team. Altair then kills Fang with a stab. Twisting their blade causing his blood to splatter on them.

They then respond with a casual tone while his frame falls back.

“Look Hound you’ll have your chance next time. But for now, just do as the boss says. Which is Jazz.” They finished, their voice almost tired but calm at the end.

They then got into another sword battle with Menasor. Fighting the larger bot as they spoke. Ironhide then finished the conversation while Hound and Altair just listened.

“Don’t worry Hound. You’ll be kicking head before ya know it! Oh, and you better not have eaten my snack back at base!”

The call then ended between the three, with Hound groaning and getting fussy. The Autobots around him getting their ship ready to leave. He reluctantly walked over for them to leave.

Altair and the others continue to shoot and kill as many Decepticons as they can.

Altair then noticed that some of the bots were retreating after they saw them and Jazz. Calcar then gets an upper cervo on Altair.

The two fall down a small hill as he gets a few good punches at Altiar.

The others scream their name but are slowly overwhelmed by more Decepticons. At one point though, Crosshairs and Jazz start killing the bigger bots by getting on them.

Chromia and Prowl stick next to each other while shooting at grenades that the Decepticons try to throw at them.

In the background, Ironhide helps out Jazz with gutting one of the larger bots with his bare cervo.

Altair meanwhile was trying to block punches from Calcar but he was a strong bot and also much younger.

The two bots got into a fistfight while he yelled how he tried to become a knight before the war. Only to realize the knights are the the to abandon their duty like many others. Including Altair.

“I looked up to you as a sparkling! You and Orion Pax but you guys could care less about us poor folks. Tonight. I will give you the gift of joining pri-“

Altair then was able to get the upper hand and turn him over. Being on top now and getting a few good blows at him. He tries to keep speaking but at one point his helm is shot clean off.

His blood splattered onto their face plate. Well, their face mask anyway.

They then stood up. Wiping the blood off their visors then turning their frame towards to Crosshairs. They then nodded to him.

A form of thanks as he then kneeled to them.

The other out to them to help them up. They then took it and got back up with him and the others. Shooting still going on.

They then made their way to the others. Crosshairs and Altair then yell in triumph as they run into battle. Altair can get a good hand at one of the larger bots. Chromia taking in the smaller ones, covering for Jazz.

Prowl continued to run faster and faster into the battlefield. He always seemed annoyed with how Altair fought so casually.

Trying to find a way to give them orders but couldn’t think of anything. The others not paying much while Crosshairs just focused on covering for the others.

At some point, Prowl and Altair's backs were against each other and fighting alongside each other.

Covering for each other while a few Decepticons got closer. Prowl then spoke while Altair continued to slash them with their sword. Prowl doing the shooting.

At one point Prowl shot a cons helm.

Between Altiar and their cervo when they tried to wipe the blood off them.

Altair then stabbed through one of the bots their same size who was behind Prowl after he took the shot. Prowl and Altair watched the con fall back before the two looked at each other.

Altair stared down at him while Prowl looked up at them.

Both with opposite expressions the other can’t see. Prowl with a frown while he couldn’t see. They were smiling. He then spoke in an angry tone.

“I had him.”

”Sure you did boss bot. And what would you have done if you did deal with him?”

They responded casually. Prowl was about to scold them until Altair noticed a bot about to shoot Prowl while lying on the ground from behind.

Altair then placed their arm around him while kneeling for a moment before turning around with prowl against their chest.

Bracing for the impact to be shot.

That’s until they both heard the shots but when Altair released they weren’t shot.

They slowly turned their helm, Prowl peaking over their shoulder to see who it is. They then see that it’s Ironhide who used his large gun to block the shot.

Chromia is the one to shoot the Decepticon in the helm. Just as they notice more Decepticons coming their way from afar.

Altair standing straight no longer holding Prowl. Who just looked at Jazz and Chromia. Still next to them.

Ironhide next to the. Crosshairs casually makes his way next to Ironhide while holding his sniper gun and letting it lean against his shoulder.

Chromia standing in front of Ironhide just a few feet ahead and Jazz standing next to her while looking at his arm.

He then groaned in frustration while his fingers kept tapping at a screen hologram showing on his arm. This causes the others to look at him. Jazz then spoke as he kept pressing buttons.

”I just can’t reach base. We will just have to return with what we have and return to the base. And pray to Primus that we find more energon for at least another planet after. These damn Decepticons just keep appearing on each planet we go to!”

As he spoke Crosshairs checked the amount of bullets in his sniper. Ironhide rested his large gun against his shoulder while he spoke. Chromia just looked at him.

Altair checks out their swords seeing how bloody they are while Prowl, while not obvious under his visors.

He side-opticing Altiar while they didn’t seem to pay him much mind.

Ironhide then responded. Causing the other optics to be on him now. “I hate to say it. But the best thing we can just do now is retreat. We can’t keep fighting against these bots like this. A damn hour has already passed. Hound probably got stuck or something.”

Altair and Chromia nodded in agreement. Crosshairs didn’t seem too interested in what he was saying.

Prowl just crossed his arms and thought. But seemed way more annoyed than worried. Altair then looks at Jazz before speaking.

Speaking before Prowl even has a chance to speak. So he looked at them angrily while they spoke.

“Ironhide is right. There might not be a lot but we can still survive with what we got. With any luck the other Autobots were able to find even more. Better chances than us. So, let's return before these Decepticons get any closer. Alright?”

They looked at everyone else. Who just sighed. Then out of nowhere, a grenade called their attention.

Realizing even more Decepticons are coming. All of them turned their helms toward the explosion. It happening a few feet away behind Altair and Prowl.

And so Jazz sighed and held the bridge of his visors. The others looked back at him.

Then raising his cervo before pointing at the ship on the way back. “Alright, alright, Full retreat team. Let’s go.”

Crosshairs then sighed. His helm leaned back before turning around while walking next to Ironhide. Who turned around while putting his large gun back to be behind his back.

Chromia starts moving forward with her pedes turning into wheels.

Prowl puts his guns away while Altair spins their swords for a good moment then flawlessly puts them back into their sword handles.

They all make their way to the ship. Soon transform and drive alongside together while the yells of the Decepticons can be faintly heard in the background.

Altair passed Prowl who was a bit slower than everyone.

All making it to the ship and getting on board right away. Everyone gets into place on the small ship. Jazz and the others run into the main room to control the ship.

Jazz gets into the captain's chair while the others go to the others' seats getting the engine started. The ship is hit a little by a grenade as the Decepticons get closer.

Crosshairs then spun to face Jazz and put his cervos together as he pleaded. “Oh please, please let me shoot them!”

Jazz just sighed. His helm made a full circle motion.

Going up and then down to face the side before waving his cervo. “Might as well. Means killing more while in the process.”

Crosshairs then yells a Yes while Ironhide and Chromia are heard chuckling. Altair focuses on the ship balancing as it rises. Prowl doing the same and groaning in annoyance.

Crosshairs soon have the weapons of the ship ready and start shooting at the Decepticons below. The many cons soon ran for their lives like a bunch of little ants.

As the ship continues to rise. Crosshairs wasn’t holding back anytime soon. Even laughing like a madman.

Everyone else casually doing their job on the ship while Jazz continues to give orders.

Eventually, the ship is high enough to start going into space. Crosshairs soon get sad and fussy when he can’t shoot any more Decepticons.

Jazz then puts in the location for the Autobot base while also putting the ship on autopilot. He leans back and tries to relax in his captain's chair.

The others leaned back a bit in their chairs and stretched their arms and legs.

Prowl would just lean back a little as he watches forward. Being in the middle of everyone else’s chairs.

Ironhide then looks forward into space before getting to work on his gun that was shot. Chromia doing the same with her weapon.

Jazz remained neutral before leaning to the side.

Resting the side of his helm against his cervo. He’s tired. Anyone can tell that. He then glanced at the others. Looking down, seeing they’re doing their own thing.

Crosshairs just staring off into space.

His optics soon sets on Altair. Who just sat there for a moment before looking at their reflection through the window of the ship.

They are the most covered in blood. But doesn’t seem too bothered. The Six of them watched as they got closer and closer to the base. It only takes a few more minutes to get to them.

Everyone soon had a warm smile and looked at each other. Altair and Jazz keeping their visors and masks on.

Their frame is still as they watch the main Autobot base ship get closer and closer.

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Location: Autobot Base Ship - Status: Expanded

The ship holding Jazz and the team soon fly into the main ship base while other bots walk around. The ship then landed deep into the larger ship.

Jazz and the others start walking out the door for the entrance of the ship.

Jazz took the lead while the others walked behind him.

The other bots pay their respects to him as they pass by. Jazz made his way to the ship's main control room.

As they walked the bots who’d pass by would both nod their head in respect toward them. While a few of them did it to the five of them others fully six.

The others who didn’t only at times gave Altair more uncertain looks. While the bots that look much older still paid their respects.

Once inside the base and heading through the halls of the ship. Bots pass by to nod their helms. Jazz then spoke.

“Alright bots, you know the drill. I’ll speak to Optimus and you all give in your info one by one. I’ll let Prime know it was a semi-success but at least we got enough energon to last another three weeks. Understood?”

The five then responded. “Yes, Lieutenant Jazz.”

They all continued. Getting closer and closer. Chromia can feel her exhaustion finally catching up with her.

Ironhide let out a huff of air as he felt his lower back start to ache. Crosshiars felt his legs and arms slowly feeling sore. Though he tried to ignore it.

Prowl was just ignoring the mild scrapes on his shoulder and arm.

As for Altair. Still mostly covered in blood and only a couple of scrapes on their arm and waist. Being the dirtiest out of them all. While not anxious.

They do feel their self get worried and curious at the same time.

As will be shown why now.

Jazz then pressed the buttons to open the door. Looking down at the passcode, pressing so casually.

Once the door opened, they all then walked in. They’re met with silence at first but while they walked many bots waved hello to them.

Saying such words as Welcome back or How was the mission?

Once they got closer, the view of Optimus Prime was seen in his seat as the captain of the ship. Elita was next to him as she appeared to be speaking.

Optimus has his mouth guard on and his optics focused. He was looking over data and seemed to be typing in it. That’s until he notices them all.

He then gave Elita the data pad. Who looked at Altair.

Physically looking down at them with an almost frowned expression. Altair just looks away. Looking down as Optimus makes his way down to the floor to the others.

His deep voice is then heard as he speaks to the team.

“I hope the mission went well for you guys, unlike last time. And have you all heard from the Jolts team? They haven’t responded or reached out after a while.”

Jazz then stood a little straighter then spoke.

“The Decepticon Cyclonus cut the comms line at some point while we were hunting. So most likely before we were attacked once more by Decepticons. We were able to get enough energon. So better than last time. But.”

Jazz noticed the way Optimus narrowed his optics at him. Not out of anger but out of worry. Even if others couldn’t tell.

Altair has glanced at Jazz through their visors. The others mostly looked at Optimus the whole time he spoke. Jazz then continued.

“It keeps getting harder and harder to deal with just us as a team Prime. They give us their weakest and then more show up. We barely made it out. Luckily we had Altair, Crosshairs, and Ironhide but what if we don’t next time?”

Chromia nodded in agreement. Looking down as she glanced at Arcee and Elita who stood there.

Waiting for her. Optimus seemed like he was about to speak until he got a comm call. Finally speaking. “One moment, please.”

He then turned his frame to the side a little. Answering the call. “This is Optimus.”

It was Jolt on the other side of the line.

“Optimus. Apologies for not answering or reaching to you out sooner. Hound informed along with a few others that comms were cut thanks to one of the Decepticons. We’re not sure if they’re still alive. We were only able to help each other except one team. Unknown if they’re alive as well. We’re on our way to you now that the comms are working once more.”

Optimus closed his optics for a moment before opening them once more. “Thank you Jolt. We shall await your return.” The comm ends.

Optimus then fully faces Jazz once more. During the call, Altair has placed their cervo over one of their sword handles.

Waiting to hear if it was an emergency. Ironhide glanced at them and placed a cervo on their shoulder.

Telling them through his optics, they have fought enough for the day. Altair calming down a little. That’s when Optimus finished the call.

”We shall speak after you get some rest, old friend. You all can send in your reports later tomorrow.” Optimus spoke as he placed his larger cervo on his shoulder.

Jazz feels an almost form of comfort. Looking up at him with tired optics before giving a simple nod.

Optimus then stands a little straighter and looks over the rest of them.

”You all did well today. Go rest now and we shall discuss the next plan or mission later on.” Everyone gave a nod and said at the same time. “Yes Sir.”

The Ironhide and Optimus share a glance for a moment before he, Chromia, and Jazz start walking away. Prowl tries to speak to Optimus, only to be stopped by Optimus's cervo. Optimus then turns his helm before speaking. “You have your orders. You’re exhausted. Go sleep Prowl.”

Prowl furrowed its optic ridges behind his visors before turning around and leaving to the same door as the others.

Leaving Altair with Optimus. Both knew why the two were still there.

Optimus then glanced at Elita. Who stood there since Arcee went to join Chromia. He then looked back at Altair. Who was currently waiting for his orders. Elita tried to make it look like she didn’t care. Altair didn’t make it obvious but they made sure to glance at her.

Side opticing at her knowing she can get too interested.

Optimus then looked back at you. Speaking in an almost whisper-like tone. Slowly nodding his helm as he spoke. “Let’s go.”

Optimus then walked past them. Altair then turns their frame and starts following him. Keeping a distance as he walked forward. The two continue forward until they reach a meeting room.

Once at the front of the door. Optimus then presses in the passcode. The door soon opened. He then steps aside for Altair to enter first. They do so with their cervo still placed on top of one of their sword handles. Optimus watching them before joining behind them.

Then pressing into the passcode with his digit on the other side. The door then closed. Optimus turned to fully look at Altair. Who stood there looking over the table.

Their helm low. Showing they’re deep in thought. Optimus's mouthguard then retracts. Disappearing while he makes his way towards. Them. Placing a gentle cervo on their shoulder. This causes them to look up at him. He then spoke.

”What did he tell you?”

Altair looked back at the table. Their cervo once on their sword handle moved to grab something from their back. In a hidden pocket part of their frame. They pull out a drawing. Made out of some form of a paper-like object with greyness and some energon blood on it.

They placed it in his cervo that was out before them, showing he was waiting to hold something. He then scanned the strange paper.

Though the two didn’t know what it was. He then makes his way around the table.

So then he’s on the other side of it. He then puts the paper down. Then sits in the chair there. Altair doing the same when Optimus gave them a nod.

Optimus and Altair stare at each other for a moment longer. That’s until Altair finally pulled back their visors and mouthguard.

Their bright yellow optics shinning almost bright for a moment. That’s when the two share a gentle smile.

Their optics soften for a little before Optimus speaks.

”As always, you pull through old friend. Bringing everyone back.” Altair let out a soft chuckle. Continuing to stare at him before speaking.

”I’m your oldest friend Optimus. Could you ever think any less?”

The two remained silent for a moment longer. Optimus looking at the paper. “This…planet. It could be the clue to the cube. But why does it look so familiar?” His helm remained turned looking toward the paper.

Who then had a serious expression on their faceplate before speaking. “It’s Earth, Optimus. Where our brothers are.”

Optimus seemed almost saddened for a moment.

Though he tried to not show it. He couldn’t hide it from them. They then spoke once more in a more serious tone once placing their cervos and arms on the table.

“Optimus, we made a vow.”

Optimus only glanced at Altair. Taking note of how serious they are. He then let out a soft sigh then turned his helm to look at them. Speaking once more.

Following their tone.

“We have history on that planet. Stepping foot will be like old times. Fighting alongside the humans. Though, times surely must have changed over the years. To get too attached in case of betrayal.”

Altair slowly gave a small nod. They agree with him. But their optics show worry.

Their usual smile is not visible anymore for them. They then spoke, trying to change the subject for a moment. “Any news of Bee and Drift. How are their missions going?”

Optimus let out a sigh. He then interlocked his cervos as he spoke.

“We still haven’t heard from Drift. He is taking this “make up for time” mission very seriously with such a dangerous mission. But I worry he’ll push himself. He’s a young bot. He can only learn the hard way at this point only now.”

Altair then looked down for a moment to think. “He’s trying. Now we can only wait upon his return.” They chuckled to themself.

Optimus then spoke in his usual yet almost casual voice. A voice only Altair and others close to him hear. “Still owes you that drink him?” They then nodded with a soft smile on their dermas. They noticed that Optimus soon had a bit of a frown on his dermas. Speaking again.

”Bee has returned from the same search mission. It was a success...He’s resting right now ” Altair stared at him a moment longer. The two of them deeply cared about him.

Altair then closed their optics for a moment. Thinking about everything that happened today.

Optimus finally spoke once more. “Go wash up. And get some rest, old friend. We don’t want that blood sticking and staying on you forever.”

Altair lets out a soft sigh before standing. Bowing their helm down with their optics closed.

“Good meeting. I’ll see you in the morning, sir.”

Optimus then spoke. “Rest well…….soldier.” The spoke the last part in almost sad. Hesitating a little. The two smiled at each other.

Altair then turned away and walked towards the door. Pressing in the same passcode and walking out.

The door then closed behind him. They let out a sigh and started walking toward the cleaning stations. Passing Elita who was about to join Optimus for another meeting.

The last one for the day alongside Ironhide who didn’t need much to recharge.

He then nodded to Altair when the two passed each other. They do the same to him with a small smile.

They soon past a few other neutral bots who were in the same shower on the ship.

Altair walks into one of the parts with the three walls and a door. Cleaning themselves up. Finally getting all the blood off and showing the small scrapes on them.

After they’re finally cleaned up and dry.

They make their way to their shared berth room with Moonracer. Who was already sleeping.

Altair made sure to make their way in quietly. As quiet as they can. Soon they lay down and then looked out the window of their berth room. Watching the stars and such.

Only now it hits them of how they haven’t slept so much in so long.

Soon since tomorrow they’ll be with Optimus for certain missions and meetings. They can sleep in. At least for an extra hour.

The first meeting won’t be for a long while on that very morning.

Oh man. I’m not really a perfectionist, but I got so excited about this chapter and honestly had to make sure everything was just right before posting.

Honestly, I think I’m gonna do a sort of rewrite just to add in a few more scenes that can help with the story and honestly look forward to opinions and even some criticism along with thoughts for this first chapter. I want a lot of people to enjoy my work, but I am also aware that it’s not for everyone. Anyway, I hope you guys still enjoyed this chapter. I know I did and I hope to see many of you in the next one in a couple week.

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My Dearest | Jeongin x GN! Reader

SUMMARY: Reader is told to help Gordon trick the Addams family into believing he's the missing brother of Gomez Addams. However, Morticia and Jeongin suspect the man is a fraud. Their suspicion is slightly clouded by their positive view of Reader. Along the journey, Reader gains a dedicated "lover." A lover who drinks his respect juice every morning and snorts consent every chance he can get. How do the frauds get out of this mess?

WARNINGS: Manipulation (not from Jeongin), blood (nothing gory), and talk of death. The reader is slightly taller than Jeongin. You can decide if it because of heels or not. Mention of killing for the reader's smile. Jeongin chokes the reader. Jeongin is a whipped simp for the Reader, Gomez is a whipped simp for Morticia. Jeongin and Reader are a mini Gomez and Morticia. Jeongin follows after Gomez, so there is a slight yandere in this. He's a soft yandere, but I understand that some people are uncomfortable about them.

TRANSLATION(S): Please tell me if I missed any

Il me perce comme un poignard (French) - It pierces me like a dagger. Oui (French) - Yes Cara mia (Italian) - My darling En garde, monsieur soleil (French) - On guard, Mr. Sun Mon amour (French) - My love Mon cœur ( French) - My heart

A/N: If you see a paragraph repeating or something, please tell me so I can fix it. My editor crashed so I had to transfer some thing and I'm not sure what broke or not.

On top of a hill sat a big, old, rickety house surrounded by a gate. To an outsider, it looked abandoned. Vines and dirty white wood covered the house with windows and doors that creaked in the wind. But to the family living inside, it was home.

Inside the house and up the stairs, a miniature clock version of the house rings. A hand crawls from behind the clock and off the table. He crawls down the hallway straight to the side of Gomez Addams.

The man had been looking into an abandoned bedroom for over two decades. The bed is a mess, and dust covers the dresser. Cobwebs sit in the corners.

"Think of it, Thing," Gomez sighed, eyes mindlessly wandering the room. "For 25 years, we've attempted to contact Fester in the Great Beyond, and for 25 years, nothing."

They passed a room with two teenagers inside.

A young man held a crossbow at his younger brother. His hair matched the night sky, and his eyes were so dark they nearly matched his hair. His suit pants were black, along with his button-up shirt. His name was Jeongin Addams.

His ten-year-old brother, Pugsley, wore a black striped shirt and brown shorts covered in dirt, giving them a black fade. Jeongin had tied him to a post and stuck an apple in his mouth.

Gomez glanced in the room just in time to see Jeongin fire the crossbow and hit the apple. With a grin, he continued down the hall to his shared room. In his bed lay his sleeping wife, Morticia.

"Look at her. I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way, what bliss," Gomez breathed, smiling as he stared at his wife. Carefully, he walked to the window and drew back the curtains. He watched Morticia's eyes flutter open, her lips curl into a smile.

"Unhappy, darling?" He asked.

"Yes, completely," Morticia responded, her voice soft. She squinted as she raised her hand to block the sun. She hissed, "Gomez, the sun. Il me perce comme un poignard."

"Tish, that's French," Her husband sighed.

"Oui."

"Cara Mia," Gomez whispered as he kissed her hand. After calmly placing her hand down, he grabbed a sword. He flicked his wrist, and the curtains closed as he shouted, "En garde, monsieur soleil!"

"Gomez," Morticia called, watching him turn to her. Her voice grew softer as she continued, "Last night, you were unhinged. You were like some desperate howling demon: you frightened me. Do it again."

Downstairs a tall man in a suit with bolts screwed into his neck held out squirming paper bags for the boys racing down the stairs. Jeongin won, calmly walking over and grabbing his lunch.

"Thank you, Lurch," He said, nodding at the butler before continuing out the door. Pugsley huffed, snatching the remaining bag, and waved Lurch goodbye as he followed his brother.

Later that day, Morticia, Gomez, and Thing sat in the greenhouse. Morticia decapitated a blooming rose as Gomez talked about his brother while he played chess with Thing.

"It's a milestone, Tish. This very night, our 25th seance. All those years gnawed by guilt undone by woe. Burning with uncertainty."

"Don't torture yourself, Gomez." Morticia grabbed another rose before slowly turning to look at Gomez with slanted eyes. "That's my job."

"Oh, Tish."

"Imagine, darling, if Fester did come back," She said, looking up in thought. Before smiling at her husband, she whispered, "Half alive, barely human. A rotting shell."

"Don't tease," Gomez warned, playfully glaring at Morticia. She smirked as she snipped another rose head.

Out the window behind her, a couple approached the gate. The doors opened automatically, and the two walked on the gravel. Just before the man could pass, the gate snapped shut on the back of his coat.

"Ouch!" He cried out as he waved his arms around. His bag nearly hit his wife as she watched in irritation. "Stop it!"

The commotion caught Thing's attention, and he snapped his fingers before pointing outside. Morticia, the only one acknowledging him, turned around before smiling.

"Look, darling, She called, glancing back before snipping another rose head when her husband looked at her. "Tully is here, romping with Gate."

Thing used the distraction to smack one of Gomez's pieces off the board and move his own. Gomez grinned before looking down at the board. His smile dropped.

He lost.

Tully ripped himself free from the gate. His wife, Margaret, groaned when she saw his white shirt peeking through the torn fabric of the back of his coat.

"These are your last paying clients. May I remind you?" She grumbled, attempting to fix his coat.

"If it pleasures you." Tully groaned as he waved his wife away.

"Something has to!" Margaret shouted, glaring at him as they walked into the house before continuing. "Like a decent coat or something dressy for the evening. Ask for a loan. Beg!"

"No loans," He snapped, pointing a finger in her face. "I am not a bum."

"Don't say it!" He said, watching Margaret snap her mouth shut. "I'll get the money. I have a plan."

"This is humiliating. Why did I marry you?" Margaret whined as Lurch helped her out of her coat.

"Because I said yes," Tully retorted, walking into the right hallway. He turned into another hallway with one door at the end. As he continued down, a polar bear skin rug bit his leg.

"No, stop it! Let go of me!" He shouted as he kicked the rug off him. When he looked up, he noticed a bald statue staring at him. With a glance, he caught the big word: Fester. He ignored it and walked into the door. As soon as he closed the door, a sword flew past his head and stuck in the door.

Downstairs in the kitchen, Lurch, Morticia, and Grandmama were looking for something to give Margaret for Charity.

"Charity auction," Grandma grumbled, flinging a pot across the kitchen. The pot narrowly missed Margret, who was squirming at the counter. "It's ridiculous."

"Perhaps it's in here," Morticia said, gliding towards a wooden cabinet.

"I don't think so," Grandma replied as she waddled over. Lurch pulled a body bag out of the cabinet, shifting it so Morticia could grab the tag.

"Uncle NikNak's Winter Wardrobe."

Lurch pulled another body bag out of the cabinet. This time, Morticia could easily read the tag.

"Uncle NikNak's Summer Wardrobe."

Another bag.

'Uncle NikNak," Morticia hummed, stepping back so Lurch could drop the body onto the other bags. This one thudding much louder than the others. Margaret gasped.

A thud from upstairs made everyone look up.

Thing snapped his fingers from his place on the table and pointed towards something on a shelf. Another thud from upstairs, this time only Margaret looking. Morticia smiled when she saw what Thing was pointing at. She picked the item up, thanking Thing as she showed it to Margaret.

"What is it?" Margaret asked.

"A finger trap from Emperor Wu's court," Morticia said.

"It must be worth a fortune," Margaret whispered, snatching it from Morticia. She tilted the finger trap around, squealing, "Oh, Morticia, this is too extravagant. Even for the auction."

"Let's keep it." Grandma grinned.

"Hush, mama. It's for the Widows and orphans charity. We need more of them," Morticia said, nodding once. Margaret stared at her from the corner of her eye.

"Margaret, about the seance tonight. I wish you'd come," Morticia said, looking down at the black ring on her left hand. "It's Gomez. I'm terribly worried about him."

Margaret ignored her in favor of pushing her fingers into the trap. She gasped when she couldn't remove them.

"He won't eat. He can't sleep. He keeps coughing up blood," Morticia sighed.

"He coughs up blood?" Margaret asked incredulously, dropping her hands to her lap.

"Not like he used to."

Tully finally made it back to his office. Hobbling in, he called for his assistant and nearly fell when a different voice answered.

"She's gone home, Mr. Alford."

He looked up and saw a woman sitting on the couch. Her red hair was in an updo hairstyle, and her legs crossed under her.

"Mrs. Craven. I was just about to call you." Tully laughed awkwardly.

"I'm sure you were," She said coldly. She grinned, her eyes dull, before waving behind Tully. "You haven't met my son, Gordon. Have you, Mr. Alford?"

Tully turned around and gasped. A tall, burly man appeared behind him. His curly hair was a bright contrast to his pale skin.

"Is this the one, Mother? The deadbeat you mentioned?" Gordon asked. His voice sounded like rocks in a plastic bottle. He grabbed Tully by the collar and slammed him into the wall, ignoring his protests.

"You have to listen to me!"

"Do, Mr. Alford? Why?" Mrs. Craven taunted. She smiled as Gordon turned Tully upside down, pennies and clips falling from his pockets.

"Your call, mother," Gordon said, grinning at the woman on the couch.

"Down, Gordon," Mrs. Craven commanded, picking at her nails. Gordon threw Tully to the floor, and Mrs. Craven looked up. "We've lent you a considerable sum, many thousands of dollars. Payment due."

"I don't have the money. I've tried everything."

"Oh, Gordon, I want to believe him," Mrs. Craven said mockingly. After a moment, she grinned at her son. "Make me proud."

Gordon grabbed Tully by the neck again and slammed him into the wall.

"Mrs. Craven?" A voice asked. Gordon dropped Tully and straightened up. Glancing at Mrs. Craven before looking at the door, Gordon grinned at the person in the doorway.

"Come here, child," Mrs. Craven answered, smiling as she waved you to her.

"Mr. Alford, meet Y/N. Y/N, this is Tully Alford. We work together," Mrs. Craven explained, patting your knee. She glared at the confused man.

"Don't we, Mr. Alford?"

He quickly nodded as he waved at the equally confused teenager. Mrs. Craven smiled at you as she rubbed your back. "Be a dear and wait outside."

"I didn't know you had children," Tully said. Watching you leave the room, Mrs. Craven sighed.

"Y/N is not my child. They are my protege," Mrs. Craven explained as she dug in her purse for a pouch. Finding it, she immediately opened it before frowning. "Gordon, I've run out of Y/N's mints. We'll have to get more shipped in."

"Moving on, where were we?" She smiled as she looked between Gordon and Tully. Her son grinned as he slammed Tully into the table, knocking his briefcase off and spilling the gold coins.

Gordon leaned over. His eyes widened at the gold circles covering the floor. "He lied to us, mother."

"No! Those are doubloons for the Addams account," Tully explained.

"Addams?"

Tully nodded as he continued, "There's more, but nobody can get to it. Don't you think I've tried?"

"Have you? Have you tried hard enough?" Mrs. Craven stood from the couch, stalking towards the desk. "Ask him, sweetheart."

"No, no, sweetheart. Don't ask," Tully begged, pressing further into the desk and away from Gordon. He froze before whispering, "Fester?"

Gordon looked up, confused.

Gordon and Y/N sat at the table, eating leftovers. Mrs. Craven stood next to them, holding a picture of Fester Addams.

"It's gonna be great," Tully slowly walked away from the trio and towards the door. "You'll get all the money I owe you. You'll see."

"Goodbye, Mr. Alford," Mrs. Craven said, watching the man run out the door.

"What's the plan?" Y/N asked. You flinched, glaring at Gordon when he poked you with a spoon.

"You don't need to worry about that, child," Mrs. Craven said. She sat beside them, swatting at Gordon when he poked you again.

"Okay," Y/N dragged, looking between the adults' mischievous grins.

Tully and Margret brought you to the Addams's home the next night. Margaret's heels crunched and clacked against the gravel, followed by yours and Tully's footsteps.

"Remember, kid. When Gordon and Mrs. Craven show up, they'll pretend to be Fester and Dr. Pinder-Schloss. Got it?"

"Tully, this is the twelfth time you've told me this in twenty minutes. Tell me again, and the loan will be the least of your troubles," You warned, quickly catching up to Margaret, who smiled at you.

Tully sighed shakily before trudging after the pair. The door opened, and Lurch stared down at them with a soft smile. Behind him stood Jeongin with a blank look.

"Hello, sweetheart. Could you?" Margaret held out her fingers, still stuck in the finger trap. The boy sighed, unhooking her fingers as Margaret grinned, breathing out, "Thank god."

"Welcome, honored guests," Morticia greeted from the stairs. Her eyes trailed over you with a smile. "Who is this?"

"Uh, a family friend's child, Y/N. They're in town for a project. Hope you don't mind we brought them along," Tully explained, watching Morticia tilt her head.

Pulling your hood down, you smiled back at Morticia. "Lovely to meet you, Miss."

"Hello, dear. We're so glad you could join us," Mortica said, walking down the stairs. She pulled Jeongin with her. "This is my son, Jeongin."

"Hello, I'm Y/N," You said, sticking your hand out for Jeongin to shake. He looked between your face and hand before finally shaking it. Morticia smiled before telling everyone to move to the seance room.

You unzipped your coat, about to take it off when someone took it. With a glance over your shoulder, Jeongin gave your goat to Lurch. Before exiting the room, he nodded for you to follow him into the seance room.

Lurch played the piano as everyone sat around the table. Jeongin sat you between him and his mother. As Morticia recited the chant, Pugsley, who was on Jeongin's right, slowly raised a butcher's knife, intending to whack his brother.

"Stop it." Jeongin side-eyed the boy.

"Pugsley," Gomez playfully scolded, taking the knife from his son. Pugsley giggled as Gomez looked at Margaret and Tully. "Kids."

"All close eyes and join hands," Morticia said as she closed her eyes and grabbed your hand. You looked at your joined hands before looking at Jeongin. Jeongin slowly opened his hand for you to take.

Across the table, Margaret grabbed Grandmama's hand in hers.

"Ow! What a grip!" The older woman cried, snatching her arm away, but the hand remained in Margaret's. "Oh! She's got my hand!"

You huffed, shaking your head in amusement. Next to you, Jeongin tilted his head. Why weren't you scared?

Margaret managed to shake Thing off and onto the floor. She stood from her seat only to be pushed back down by Tully as he tried to comfort her. "Sit down, pumpkin. Join the fun."

"Mama, you should know better. Thing, you're a handful," Morticia scolded before leaning back in her chair. She told Jeongin to continue the chant, smiling when he finished. She closed her eyes as Grandmama continued where he left off.

"Fester Addams, gather your strength and knock three times," Grandma commanded.

Silence.

Three loud bangs sounded through the air. You flinch, squeezing Jeongin's hand. He gripped it tighter, rubbing his thumb along the back of yours.

"Fester Addams, I demand that you knock again!"

Again, three loud knocks echoed throughout the house. Gomez stood up, pointing out the doorway. "He's at the door!"

Thing rushed out of the room and to the front door. Once he reached it, he yanked it open to reveal a bald Gordon. Everyone followed him.

"Could it be?"

"Is it him?"

"Is it possible?"

Gordon stepped into the house and out of the rain. His now bald head glistened in the candlelight.

"Fester," Gomes whispered.

"Gomez," Gordon, now called Fester, replied. Gomez walked between Jeongin and you, accidentally breaking your latched hands, and embraced his brother.

Behind the hugging brothers, Mrs. Craven stepped forward.

"Good evening," She greeted in a heavy German accent. "I am Dr. Pinder-Schloss."

Morticia guided everyone to the living room to listen to Dr. Pinder-Schloss explain Fester's story.

"That's preposterous," Margaret grumbled. "Isn't that the most ridiculous thing you've ever heard?"

"It certainly is," Gomes grinned from his place beside Morticia. "Now you're back."

"I just don't know," Margaret said, shaking her head at Fester. He stood by the fireplace, staring straight ahead, unblinking.

Tully distracted Margaret by holding up the finger trap. "How does this work again?"

"An infant would understand," She snapped, sticking her fingers in the trap and getting stuck again.

"Fester Addams, home at long last," Morticia announced, ignoring Grandmama laughing at Margaret.

"At least for a week," Fester said.

"A week?" Gomez repeated. He walked to his brother, pleading, "Don't be ridiculous, you're home!"

"I have to get back, things cooking in the Bermuda Triangle," Fester explained, looking around in thought. Your head tilts as you huff. This man was pulling anything out of his ass.

"Gomez, the Bermuda Triangle," Morticia purred, leaning back on the couch. Gomez grinned as he walked back to her. Morticia raised her hand to him as she continued, "The Black Hole of Calcutta."

"Excuse us," Gomez said before kissing his wife's hands.

"Second honeymoon," Morticia explained to Dr. Pinder-Schloss. She smiled at her husband before looking back at the doctor as she asked, "Dr. Pinder-Schloss, will you be staying with us?"

"No, I must be going. But I will be back to check on Fester's adjustment. Maybe this child here could help Fester with his adjustments," Dr. Pinder-Schloss said, gesturing to you, sitting in an armchair.

"I think that's a terrific idea," Tully agreed.

"You're going to leave the child here?" Margaret asked, negating.

"I'm sure they don't mind. Do you?" Tully asked.

"Course not, I like it here," You said, leaning over and almost hitting Jeongin, who lay under the chair you sat in.

"It'll be nice to have someone around Jeongin's age," Morticia chimed.

"They can be my new fencing partner," Gomez added, smiling at you.

"Nobody gets out of the Bermuda Triangle, not even for vacation," Jeongin interrupted, fiddling with your left shoe. "Everyone knows that."

"So much you don't understand," Dr. Pinder-Schloss cooed, "The human spirit is hard to kill."

"Even with a chainsaw," Grandma chimed, nodding in thought.

After Tully, Margaret, and Dr. Pinder Schloss left, Jeongin brought you upstairs to a spare bedroom. He stood in the doorway, watching you look around. Your eyes trailed the cracks in the concrete, your hands felt for dents in the wood, and you examined every creak in the floor. He watched your fingers trail along walls, windows, and under furniture.

"Why are you detailing the room?"

Y/N turned to the boy in the doorway. He stared back at them with furrowed brows, his face expressionless.

After you tilted your head, Jeongin continued. "You looked and felt for everything as if you expect someone to intrude during your stay. Why?"

You hummed and looked down in thought. You would be lying if you said you were comfortable with your situation. Usually, you slept in hotels with Mrs. Craven in one room and Gordon in the other. Sometimes, you would wake up to Mrs. Craven watching you from the doorway.

You wouldn't have to worry about that now. At least, not while you stayed here.

"I've lived in places no one should have to call home," They answered. "It teaches you things."

"Goodnight," He muttered to the quiet voice he heard whispering behind him before shutting the door.

Jeongin walked past his brother's room. Ignoring Pugsley's shout for him, Jeongin closed his bedroom door, making sure to lock it, before flopping on his bed.

Jeongin hadn't thought about your life.

You weren't like those strange kids from school who kept asking if he was depressed. Or the teachers who kept giving him annoyed looks like he couldn't see them. Or the teachers who kept putting on false looks when speaking to him. So they wouldn't have to deal with his parents. It wasn't his parents they needed to worry about. It was him, but they didn't need to know that.

Y/N. Soft hair, gorgeous eyes, soft hands, and plump lips. They walk so smoothly, their movements graceful, and their smile bright.

Jeongin felt a shiver down his spine. He'd kill to see that smile again.

Is this how his father felt about his mother?

A knock on the door awoke Y/N from their slumber. Throwing the covers off, you trudged to the door, nearly toppling over after fighting with the blankets. The door creaked open, and Jeongin peeked in. His eyes trailed your body, looking at your legs peeking out the shorts.

"Breakfast is downstairs," He whispered. His cheeks had reddened, and his eyes remained on the other's legs.

"I'll be down in a moment," You said while closing the door. You snatched your bag off the floor and onto the bed. You dug through it until you pulled out a comfy outfit. After changing, you opened the door to see Jeongin leaning against the opposite wall.

"I'll escort you to breakfast. Come," Jeongin said, grabbing your hand and dragging you behind him.

When they entered the kitchen, Jeongin sat Y/N down before sitting in the chair between them and Fester. Grandmama brought a pan of food, putting different-sized servings on everyone's plate.

"May I have the salt?" Jeongin asked, staring at Fest. He watched the wrinkly older man pick up the salt shaker before Morticia interrupted them.

"What do we say?"

"Now!" He demanded. Fester handed Jeongin the salt shaker just as Grandmama scooped some food onto his plate.

"This is Mama's Specialit de la maison," Morticia told their guest.

"Tish," Gomez breathed, kissing his wife's hand.

"Start with the eye," Grandmama told Fester before turning to their other guest. She grinned as she told you, "You will like it, Y/N. I know it."

"Y/N, when will you be going back to your parents?" Morticia asked, her eyes remaining on her dotting husband.

"Trying to get rid of me already?" You joked. Morticia's head snapped up, her eyes wide with regret. She froze at the soft smile on your face. You shared a smirk before answering, "My parents are dead. I live on my own."

"An orphan?" Jeongin asked, his eyes trailing Y/N's body before latching onto your lips as you ate a piece of the meal. When you nodded, Jeongin placed his hand in the crook of Y/N's elbow—a soft look passed between them.

"Oh, Fester, did you sleep well?" Morticia asked. Her eyes slowly dragged away from the teens.

"Like the dead," He grinned.

"Really? Who would have thought the Bermuda Triangle could change you so much?" Gomez asked, impressed. "You used to toss and turn all night. We had to chain you to the bedpost."

"It doesn't make sense," Jeongin glared, his grip unconsciously tightening around your elbow.

"The Bermuda Triangle is a strange and mysterious place. You'd be surprised at the things you don't know," Fester responded.

"He certainly would. Jeongin adores the Bermuda Triangle. He studies death at sea. He's hooked." Morticia explained as she smiled at her oldest son.

"Ask me anything," Jeongin glared, slowly removing his hand from your elbow as he turned to his uncle.

Blinking quickly, Fester changed the subject. "Being in my room brings back memories. Remember Camp Custer?"

"For preteen offenders," Gomez laughed with Fester.

"Today, I'd like to wander through the house," Fester said.

"Sorry, old man, no can do. Today, we are going straight to the vault," Gomez told him.

Pugsley carried a stop sign in, and Gomez shushed everyone. They heard a car crash and horns blaring.

"Bravo, Pugsley!" Gomez praised.

You laughed, slumping back in your chair and rubbing your stomach. Looking down at your hand, Jeongin tilted his head before gripping your elbow. His thumb rubbed against the inside of your arm as he glanced over. There was that feeling again.

After breakfast, the children went upstairs to Grandmama's room. Pugsley had dragged you to his guillotine and shown you how it worked. You watched as the young boy cut off a doll's head. Behind the pair, Jeongin watched from next to the electric chair, tinkering with wires.

"Pugsley, sit in the chair." He commanded. The giggling boy turned to his brother with a frown. Jeongin sighed," So, we can play a game."

As Pugsley walked over to the chair, he asked his brother, "Do you think that's Uncle Fester?"

"Father thinks he is. Mother and I are suspicious," Jeongin answered as he strapped Pugsley to the chair. He turned to you with a twisted smile. "Y/N, have you ever killed someone before?"

When you shook your head in response, Jeongin pulled you to him, so you both stood in front of a wall with levers. Jeongin grabbed your hand, placing it on the last lever as he pulled your back against his chest.

"Pull it," He whispered and hummed in contentment when you did as told. "It has to warm up."

"Why?" Y/N asked, turning your head to see the boy behind you.

"So it can kill Pugsley," The other teen replied, gripping your hips to turn you to his giggling brother. Behind them, Morticia paused at the top of the stairs. She smiled at the sight of her oldest son wrapped around another.

She hated to interrupt them.

"Children, what are you doing?" She asked, chuckling when Jeongin stepped away from you in a panic.

"Jeongin wants to electrocute Pugsley," Y/N answered.

"Jeongin, we're late for the charity auction," Morticia scolded.

"But, mother, it's Y/N's first time electrocuting someone," Jeongin retorted, using his hand on your hip to pull you towards him. Morticia shook her head.

"Please?" Pugsley begged.

"Oh, all right," She relented. Morticia watched Jeongin place your hand on the first lever and make you pull it down. Sparks flew as the chair shocked Pugsley. You looked behind you at Jeongin to see him smiling.

With his eyes still on the screaming boy, Jeongin whispered, "What is it?"

"You're pretty," Y/N answered before turning back to Pugsley. Jeongin's smile softened just like his eyes as he looked at you.

After the charity auction, Lurch drove everyone home. Fester sat between Morticia and Gomez with the finger trap on his fingers. The kids sat across from them, with Jeongin in the middle. Pugsley and Y/N had fallen asleep with their heads on Jeongin's shoulders. The older Addams boy had his head leaning on your head, attempting to blink the sleep away.

"How do you get it off?" Fester asked. Gomez stares at his brother in surprise as Morticia helps him out of it.

"There's a trick to it," Morticia said, glaring at Fester with suspicion.

When they got home, Gomez ran to the attic while Morticia brought the kids to Pugsley's room to read them a story. Pugsley curled on her right side while Jeongin sat on her left with his back against the wall. You lay across him, your head on Morticia's arm so you could see the book. Jeongin's arm wrapped around your waist to prevent you from falling.

They all looked up when they heard the train whistle.

"What's that?" Y/N asked.

"Fathers playing with his trains," Pugsley explained, nuzzling his mother's side.

"Oh, dear," Morticia whispered, wrapping her arm around Pugsley, attempting to comfort her son.

"He's using the diesel," Pugsley said as the house shook. Everyone crowded together to avoid a stolen stop sign from toppling onto them.

Upstairs, Gomez sent his train under a bridge.

"The covered bridge," Jeongin said, looking up at the ceiling. His hands fiddled with the belt loop of your pants. The train's whistle blew as it made a sharp turn.

"Dead man's curve," Morticia whispered, looking around the room in panic. A loud crash made everyone turn. A block of knives fell off the bookshelf from the shaking.

Once everything had calmed down, Jeongin looked at his mother. "This is about Uncle Fester, isn't it?"

Morticia hummed before looking at the water tube in Pugsley's room. Fester shot past them, his screams muffled by the water and fish.

The next day, Mrs. Craven checked with Fester. She sat next to you on the bed. Fester stood by his dresser, telling you both about Morticia's confrontation.

"The whole bunch knows I'm a fraud," Fester said. Mrs. Craven scoffed in disagreement.

"He's not lying," You said, fiddling with a lighter. "They're always whispering about it."

"Well, then. I will counsel the troubled family and ease their distress," Mrs. Craven grinned, her teeth crooked and stained with coffee.

"What?" Y/N and Fester look at each other before staring back at the older woman with furrowed brows.

"I'm a doctor," She said, her fake German accent thick.

While Mrs. Craven influenced Gomez and Morticia's suspicions, you and Fester had to convince the children. You found the kids sword-fighting in front of the stairs and led them to the library.

Fester pulled out a book and showed it to the kids with a grin. "I'll show ya' different ways to slaughter someone. What do you say?"

The children 'oohed' before running to sit in front of the couch. Fester trailing behind them with the book.

"Uncle Fester, how do you know so much?" Pugsley asked.

"I've been around. I pick things up," Fester answered, flicking through the book.

"In the Bermuda Triangle?" Jeongin asked, glaring at Fester with suspicion. You had to give the teenager his props. That boy's glare was just as terrifying as his mother's.

"Look, children, a new chapter," Fester said, quickly changing the topic.

"Scabs!" They all whispered in awe.

After finishing the chapter, Fester led everyone outside for an "experiment." Mrs. Craven had just finished meeting with the parents, confident that she had changed their minds. She snooped around Fester's room while waiting for him to return.

A booming sound from outside drew her attention to the window. She watched four heads peek out of a ditch. Fester, Y/N, Jeongin, and Pugsley.

"Those blithering idiots!" Mrs. Craven shouted, watching the group run back into the house.

Not a second later, the door opened, and Fester and Y/N walked in. They were smiling and laughing. The happiest the duo had been in a while.

"Sit down," Mrs. Craven commanded, grabbing their arms and shoving them onto the bed before sitting in front of them. "Everyone will be at the children's play tonight, correct?"

"Yes, I've been working with them. It will be fun," Fester answered, jumping up and down. The things on his dresser shook with the thud of his boots.

"Is that what we're here for? Fun!" Mrs. Craven snapped, slapping Fester across the face before gasping and cradling his face. "See what they've driven me to do? I've raised a hand to my child, my reason for living."

Mrs. Craven glared at you before nodding towards the door. Y/N ran out of the room and through the halls before pausing. The hallways all looked the same. You were lost.

"Are you all right?"

You flinched, looking over at a silhouette in the corner. Slowly stepping from the shadows was Jeongin. With his head tilted to the right, his eyes trained on your chest, rising and falling with your heavy breathing. He hummed before grabbing your hand and pulling you with him.

Jeongin ignored you, walking in the opposite direction you had gone. Quickly passing Fester's Room and eventually Jeongin's room, they stopped in front of a closed door. The brunet waved his unoccupied hand at the door as if saying 'voila.'

"Your room," He said, carefully releasing your hand before walking to his room.

The kids stood outside Fester's door. Pugsley pressed his ear against it and heard eerie silence. Pugsley knocked again.

"I said I was busy," Fester shouted.

"You said you would help us with the Shakespeare and the pus," Jeongin said, pressing his ear against the door next to Pugsley.

"I changed my mind. Go away," Fester snapped.

The boys frowned before walking away, tugging you with them. Their parents met them at the stairs. Their smiles fall at the frowns on their children's faces.

"What's wrong?" Morticia asked, hands cupping her children's faces. Jeongin carefully pushed her away from him and stomped down the stairs and to the car. Pugsley followed shortly without answering his mother.

Looking away after Pugsley slammed the door, your eyes met the gleaming eyes of Gomez and Morticia.

"Fester promised he'd attend the play, but he said he doesn't feel well," Y/N explained before rushing down the steps and out the door.

People rushed to get good seats or bring their children backstage. Jeongin led you in by your hand, Pugsley holding onto the back of your shirt. Morticia and Gomez follow with their hands on each child so as not to lose them.

A teacher tapped Morticia's arm, and the family paused. Their heads slowly turn to look at the offending hand.

"Mrs. Addams? I'm Jeongin's teacher, Susan Firkins." The woman smiled, displaying her bright teeth.

"Of course, Mrs. Firkins. Jeongin has told us so much about," Morticia hummed, tilting her head at the woman.

"May I see you for a moment?" Mrs. Firkins asked, looking between Jeongin and Morticia.

"This is a time to celebrate the children. We can speak another time." Morticia held your and Jeongin's shoulders to guide you into the next room. Gomez followed behind her with a dopey smile and Pugsley under his arm.

They found Margaret and Tully with a kid dressed in green. Margaret pinched his cheek as she presented him. "Isn't he adorable? I made this myself."

"It's charming," Morticia chimed, smiling softly at the child. "What is he, a lizard?"

"An elf," Margaret snapped, tilting the child's face to her. She knelt, licking a napkin, and wiped his face. "That's much better. You are precious. I could eat you alive."

"No, Margaret, he's too young," Morticia whispered.

Little kids dressed in bright costumes sang and danced on stage. The other parents watched happily while the Addams Family looked drained of entertainment.

Jeongin and Pugsley were backstage, getting ready. The older boy helping Pugsley fix his makeup as they talk about the new additions to their home.

"So we don't like Uncle Fester?" Pugsley asked, humming when Jeongin nodded in agreement. "What about Y/N? I like them, and I don't want them to leave."

"You like them?" Jeongin repeated.

"I'm going to ask them out after the play," Pugsley teased, checking his face in the vanity mirror.

"We still have empty spots. I will gladly bury you in the backyard," Jeongin threatened as he pointed the sword at Pugsley.

"Boys." A voice whispered. They turned and saw Fester standing behind them. He tossed them swords and a fake arm before running off to find a seat.

He sat next to Gomez, who leaned over to whisper, "I knew you couldn't stay away, old man."

The audience applauded as their children finished their performance. The loud cheers woke you from your nap. You panicked, lifting your head from Morticia's shoulder.

Morticia chuckled, and she patted your thigh. "You woke up just in time.

Jeongin and Pugsley's performance was messy. Their swords clashed before Pugsley sliced Jeongin's arm, and thick red paint spurted out of him.

"A hit! A very palpable hit," Pugsley cheered. Jeongin swung his sword and chopped off Pugsley's arm, spewing more blood out and onto the crowd in the front seats.

The audience coughed and gagged, wiping their faces using each other's clothes. Pugsley sliced Jeongin's neck, and he turned to the crowd, spraying them with more paint.

"Oh, proud death, what feast is toward in thine eternal cell?" Wednesday recited, dropping his sword and falling to his knees. "Sweet oblivion, open your arms."

He began choking before falling to the floor. The audience sat there stunned while you and the Addams family gave a standing ovation as the boys bowed on stage.

Jeongin and your eyes met. You blew a kiss, and he winked in response. Everything would be fine.

Jeongin lay with his arms crossed over his chest. The door's creaking woke Jeongin. Your head poked around the door, and Jeongin sat up.

"What's wrong?"

"I wanted to congratulate you and stuff. You did amazing," You said, standing next to the bed.

"Thank you," He replied, a glimmer in his eyes. Jeongin's voice lowered, "If you're comfortable, may I test something?"

You nod, watching as he smiles before lifting the covers and tugging you under them. It was surprisingly warm. His arms wrapped around you, and his face tucked against your neck.

"What are we doing?" You ask, and you feel Jeongin's lips curve into a smile. He nuzzles further into you, pulling you closer.

"I'm testing something, and you have to stay until morning. Goodnight," Jeongin whispered, his eyes bleary.

"Night, Jeongin."

Jeongin was confident his mother was right.

The sun shines through Jeongin's window, warming the pair in his bed. You both were awake unbeknownst to the other. Arms wrapped around each other, legs tangled under the covers.

Unfortunately, your empty stomach made its presence known with its growling.

"Let's go," Jeongin sighed, helping you out of the bed and down the stairs for breakfast.

His family sat in the same seats as before, with two empty seats remaining. The chair scraped against the floor as Jeongin pulled your chair closer before letting you sit down.

The family shared laughs and jokes about the play. The door slammed open, and Dr. Pinder-Schloss entered. Her hair was disheveled, and her clothes were covered in dirt. You and Fester share a panicked look.

"Doctor, you were right. Fester fit right in," Gomez cheered as he patted Fester's arm. He frowned at how tense his brother was.

"Does he really have to go?" Pugsley asked.

"Of course, he does. With his absence comes Y/N's absence. They will not have to look after him anymore, no?" Dr. Pinder-Schloss asked. The glare on her face made it clear it wasn't a question.

Jeongin dropped his fork and gripped your elbow. Sighing softly, Morticia carefully placed her fork down, "We've planned a farewell party with the entire clan invited."

"We're a family again, and we owe it all to you," Dr. Pinder-Schloss," Gomez thanked. They shared pleasantries before having Fester walk her out.

After breakfast, Gomez and Morticia showed everyone the ballroom filled with items covered in white sheets. Fester stepped in after them and gasped in awe.

"Tish? How long has it been since we've waltzed?" Gomez asked, pulling his wife into his arms.

"Hours," Morticia whispered, gazing into her husband's eyes as they began waltzing around the room. The couple danced past Jeongin, and he turned to you, standing beside him.

"Will you attend the party with me?" Jeongin asked.

"Sure," You answered before pausing. "I've never danced before."

Jeongin smiled, holding out his hand for you to take. "Then I'll teach you."

The ballroom was cleaned and decorated, full of dancing couples, including Gomez and Morticia. An orchestra played with a man playing a cobra as a saxophone. A handful of people stood to the side, watching couples dance and waiting their turns.

Jeongin was amongst them, leaning against the wall, looking for you. A tall hunchback figure blocked his view.

"Hey, cousin, great party," He complimented.

"Thank you, Lumpy," Jeongin sighed before peeking around his cousin, and his eyes widened.

Your hair is done with kinks and coils out for everyone to see. A tight black outfit covered your figure, leaving your back and collarbone out. Your makeup was smokey, and your lips looked glossy. You were gorgeous.

Jeongin walked away before his cousin could respond. He held out his hand for yours, kissing the back of it. "Hello, mon cœur."

"You look beautiful. Would you like to dance?" He asked. Your eyes flicker between the dancing couples in panic, and Jeongin frowns. "Remember what I taught you, okay? I'll be with you. Still want to dance?"

You nod, smiling at Jeongin's soft giggle before yelping when he tugs you into his arms by the waist.

"Then let's dance," He grins.

They spun around the dance floor, waltzing between couples and dipping in the middle of the floor before repeating. Slowly lifting you from a dip, Jeongin's hand rubbed the skin of your back.

"Jeongin?" Morticia called.

"Yes, mother?" He replied, leaning your foreheads together.

"Would you run upstairs and check on your uncle, please?"

"Yes, Mother," He repeated, slowly leaning away from you before looping his arm with yours and exiting the ballroom.

Couples are lingering in the hallway and around the stairs. Some wave and speak as you two walk by and up the stairs.

The hallway of bedrooms is quiet, save for the mummers coming from Fester's door, slightly ajar.

Jeongin opened the door, and you both walked inside. The bathroom door, where the muffled voices came from, was open.

"Stop whining. Nobody likes that. It's unattractive," They heard Mrs. Craven say. "You do what you need, and we'll drop Y/N off at the highest bidder."

"Fine, I'll try and reach the vault tonight. Just leave Y/N out of this," Gordon compromised.

"Reach the vault, and I'll leave Y/N with these retched people," Mrs. Craven told him.

"I knew it! You are a fake!" Jeongin shouted, slamming the door open and scaring the two inside the bathroom.

"Come here, little ones." Mrs. Craven smiled, her fake German accent taking over. Jeongin grabbed your arm and ran off.

"Get them!" Mrs. Craven shouted. She yelped when Fester shoved her into the wall to chase after you.

Jeongin pushed into his room before locking the door. He opened a hatch in his room and helped you down before following. Just as he closed the trapdoor, Fester kicked the door in.

"Move quickly," Jeongin ordered. He led you through the tunnels and down a slide where it dropped out the side of the house toward the graveyard.

He brought you to the crypt and hid behind the pillars. He watched you slide to the floor before doing the same.

"I'm not related to Tully. I've never met the man before this week-" You picked at the leaves on the floor next to you. Jeongin's eyes left burns where they trailed your skin. "Dr. Pinder-Schloss's real name is Mrs. Craven. She told me we were breaking in to get something your family stole from her."

Jeongin's silence drew your attention to him, and you frowned. His brows furrowed, and his eyes were glossy with tears.

"You lied to me?" His voice broke.

"What?"

"I thought you liked me. I thought you were genuine, but you're a liar. I let you in, and you lied to me," Jeongin cried as his hand wrapped around your throat. The pressure was hard enough to keep you from moving and sure enough to leave the spot sore.

"No, wait! Everything between us was real! I like you so much. I like being around you. We don't even have to do anything. I just like your presence. You make me feel safe and warm. And-" You rambled, your breaths quick and ragged from the pressure of his hand around your throat. "Just please. Please believe me."

"I forgive you," Jeongin said, releasing your throat and helping you. He sat you on the stone coffin before sitting beside you. "I like being around you too."

You looked at him, and his head turned forward. He shrugged, picking at the eroded stone. "I want to be with you and protect you. I want to be the one you go to when you need comfort or to relax."

"I want to be your safe space." Jeongin frowned in thought before turning to you and grabbing your hands. He leaned his forehead against you. "I promise I won't let anyone hurt you again. Not even me. Don't ever let me grab you like that again."

"Not without your permission, at least," He snickered, eye gleaming with an emotion you couldn't name.

You smiled, cupping his face as he placed his lips on yours. He bit your lip, drawing a groan from you before trailing his lips down your jaw and to your ear.

"Don't leave me, mon cœur," He begged.

"I won't leave," You promised, and he kissed you again.

Tully ran out of the room just as the music started. Mrs. Craven stopped him before he could leave the house.

"Where are you going? There's trouble!" She glared.

Tully waved her off. "On to Plan B."

"But those gremlins-"

"I'm in charge. Give me ten minutes, and I'll be back." Tully assured before running to the neighbor's house.

The music and cheers barely quieted as he left. Tully could only imagine how annoyed the Judge was at the disruption to his sleep.

"What the hell is going on over there?" The Judge demanded.

How would you like to be rid of the Addamses for good?" Tully grinned. The Judge raised a brow of disbelief. "I'm serious."

"What can I do for you?" The Judge asked.

"You're gonna love this."

By the time Tully returned, everything was ending. Margaret left with one of the Addams' cousins while Fester spoke with Mrs. Craven. Morticia and Gomez remained in the ballroom, standing over a tray that had Pugsley curled on top of it.

"Look at him, Gomez. He looks like a little entree," Morticia sighed as she carefully rubbed her son's cheek. The boy huffed and stretched his legs as he sat up.

"Have you seen (Y/N) and your brother?" Gomez asked, running his fingers through his son's hair. He smiled as the boy leaned against his touch.

"Not since before the Mamushka," Pugsley answered.

The couple looked at each other in panic before heading to the backyard with Pugsley, Lurch, and Grandmama following. Gomez opened a map of their property and pointed at different spots for everyone to go to.

"Someone should stay behind in case they come back!" Fester yelled from his window.

"Good man with good thinking," Gomez praised before everyone split and searched for the missing teenagers.

Lurch searched the driveway and the front yard while Pugsley searched the trees surrounding the home. Grandmama and Morticia searched a nearby cave with Thing hopping around in the swamp.

Gordon checked the graveyard before entering the crypt. He smiled, finding you and Jeongin curled together on the stone coffin. He turned at the sound of footsteps and found Lurch walking towards him.

"Grab Y/N, will you," Gordon ordered as he carefully picked up his son and carried him out of the crypt, Lurch following behind with you in his arms.

The family met up in the driveway, where the gate was locked with police tape.

"This is a restraining order," Tully announced, his face contorted in an ugly grin. "It requires you to keep a distance of 1,000 yards away from this house."

"I am restrained from my own house?" Gomez asked, putting Jeongin, who woke from the noise, back down.

"This isn't your house, mustache. It belongs to the oldest living descendant, the elder brother. Fester Addams," Tully explained, his eyes wide with malicious joy. "You're bitter rivals, Gomez. Seeing the twins brought everything back."

His head tilted, eyes bouncing between each member before stopping on you, still held in Lurch's arms. Tully groaned, "I'll be taking Y/N back to the lady now. Hand them over."

Lurch stepped back as the rest of the family blocked Tully from reaching them. Tully huffed, waving them off and walking back to the house.

Morticia stepped forward, her brows raised in confusion. "Why would he bring Y/N to Dr. Pinder-Schloss?"

"Dr. Pinder-Schloss isn't a real doctor. She's a crook trying to steal our family fortune and roped Y/N into helping them," Jeongin explained, covering you with his jacket.

Gomez frowned, "Y/N lied to us."

"They tricked us!" Pugsley shouted, throwing his arms up.

"Deceived us," Morticia said.

"I knew I liked them," Grandmama chuckled as the family smiled at the sleeping teenager in his arms.

"Justice shall prevail, and the courts will decide," Gomez hummed, nodding his head before turning back to the house with a grin. "They say a man who represents himself has a fool for a client. With God as my witness, I am that fool!"

"Therefore, it is with no small amount of personal satisfaction that I declare Fester Addams the legal executor of the Addams estate and rightful owner of all possessions and properties contained therein with one exception," The Judge announced, his barely contained grin took over his face as he picked up a bucket of golf balls.

"Gomez Addams, I believe these are yours.-" He poured the golf balls onto the stand before standing from his seat. "- Y/N is denied emancipation and subjugated under the custody of Abigail Craven."

The family returned home with their heads down and feet dragging across the gravel. You watched from your place between Ms. Craven and Fester as they brought their bags to the car.

Jeongin walked by with a suitcase in one hand and a locked box in the other. He stopped before you, placing the box in your arms before yanking you into his arms for a hug.

"I'll get you out of here," He promised, kissing your cheek before rushing out the door.

"I'll hold you to it," You whispered as you watched the family drive away, leaving a crying gate and a broken heart behind.

The Addams Family sat in a dingy hotel room, Gomez slumped over in his seat with Thing rubbing his head.

"We've been forced from our homes, betrayed by those we trusted, and one of us is being held captive, but we will not submit," Morticia ordered, nodding her head at the group sitting around the table.

"Who recalls the old fable of the tortoise and the hare? The swift yet lazy cottontail and his slow but determined companion. What does the story teach us?"

"Kill the hare! We'll skin it and boil it!" Grandmama grinned.

"Put the tortoise on the highway," Jeongin suggested, shrugging his shoulders.

"During rush hour," Pugsley laughed, throwing his head back.

"Yes. Poison us. Strangle us. Break our bones. We will come back for more. Why?"

"Because we like it," Grandmama said, wiggling in her seat.

"Because we're down an Addams," Pugsley corrected. Everyone quiets when reminded of you, still trapped with Mrs. Craven.

Mrs. Craven and Gordon sat at the table of the Addams home, eating lunch. You remained in your room fiddling with the boxy Jeongin gave you.

"After lunch, we'll try to open the vault again," Mrs. Craven announced, scooping a forkful of noodles into her mouth. "We have this cozy little nest while we wait."

"Yes, mother," Fester mumbled as he played with his food.

Mrs. Craven frowned at him before smiling in an attempt to assure him. "Y/N will come around. They'll realize we did this for the better of us."

"Yes, Mother," Fester repeated and Mrs. Craven frowned again.

You remained in your room, fiddling with the locked box. You had searched Jeongin's old room and Pugsley's for the key but came up empty. You even used one of Mrs. Craven's hairpins in the slot, but the lock broke it.

The door opened, and Tully walked in with a bowl of noodles and sauce. He placed them on the table beside her, doing a double take at the box in her arms before walking back out.

She could see Fester peaking at her from over Tully's shoulder just before the door closed again.

"Make things right, Fester," You whispered, looking up at the ceiling.

Shortly after sunset, someone knocked on the door and Tully rushed to open it. Morticia greeted him before stepping past him and into the house for Fester. Instead, she was strapped to a torture table.

"All right, Gordon, let's get started," Mrs. Craven ordered, ignoring Morticia's rambling. None of them noticed Thing hopping onto the windowsill.

"The vault, Mrs. Addams, any thoughts?" Mrs. Craven asked.

"None whatsoever," Morticia grinned.

"Tully, take over," Mrs. Craven demanded, shoving Tully toward the control panel of the torture device. He turned it, forcing the handles to pull at Morticia and stretch her out.

"Again."

Tully tightened it, both he and Gordon flinching when Morticia groaned.

"You've done this before," She smiled, breathless. Thing hopped from the windowsill and ran off.

Thing arrived at the hotel and knocked until Fester let him in. They sat at the table with the hand rapidly signing to Gomez.

"Will you slow down? It's terrible when you stutter!" Gomez shouted. Thing slammed on the table before grabbing a pen and trying to write. He chucked the pen to the side. The pen had no ink.

He grabbed a spoon and tapped his message in Morse code. Gomez stood, his chair falling back, with determination.

"Is mother in trouble?" Jeongin asked, rubbing his eyes as he walked over.

"Yes, and I'm going to save her," Gomez answered before walking to the door. He stopped at the footsteps following him. "It's too dangerous, son."

"Y/N is still trapped in that house with them. I promised I would get them out." Jeongin glared at his father before walking past him and out the door.

"Ah, young love," Gomez sighed before following his son.

"Is this gonna smell?" Tully complained, watching Mrs. Craven stick a fire poker in the lit fireplace.

"Tully Alford. A charlatan, a deadbeat, and a parasite. Gomez adored you," Morticia said.

"Morticia, please," Fester begged.

"Dear Fester, which is the real you? The loathsome, underhanded monster you've become? Or the loathsome, underhanded monster we came to love?" Morticia asked, turning her nose up at Fester. He huffed, waving his arms in panic.

Though your socks quieted your footsteps, Mrs. Craven still heard you and shoved you into a chair. Helping Tully tie you down, Mrs. Craven interrupted Fester from speaking.

"Gordon, I have a thought, just a notion. Why don't you do this?" Mrs. Craven shoved the handle of the red-hot fire poker into Fester's hands.

"Maybe a few pokes with that will get Mrs. Addams talking," Mrs. Craven grinned, gesturing for Fester to burn you with the tool.

"No, wait!" Morticia shouted, tugging at her binds as her eyes snapped to you. She watched, helplessly, as you tried to wiggle away from Mrs. Craven.

Just as Fester went to hit Mrs. Craven with the pokey, Gomez crashed through the window and into the room. Jeongin climbed in after his father and spotted you, tied to a chair in the corner. He rushed to you as Thing tossed Gomez a sword.

Before Gomez could move, Tully swung his sword at him. The two of them began sword fighting while Jeongin helped remove your gag.

"Are you hurt, mon cœur?" He asked, tugging at the rope tied around your ankles. He smiled as you nodded in response before pressing a long kiss to your lips.

Gomez swiped the sword out of Tully's hand and held both of them to his neck. Jeongin finished untying you before helping you up.

A gun clicking forced everyone's attention to the side, and Mrs. Craving pointed it at Gomez. "Let him up."

Gomez slowly removed the swords from Tully's neck as Mrs. Craven ordered, "Take him to the vault. If you're not back in one hour, I displace her."

She pointed the gun at Morticia, who was still tied to the torture table. Gomez grumbled as he walked over to the bookshelf, and Fester huffed.

"Mother, you can't!"

"Shut it, Gordon. You're nothing but a useless sniveling baby! I should have left you where I found you!" Mrs. Craven yelled, and Fester's face soured before turning to Gomez.

"No tricks, Gomez! That's the wrong book." Fester grinned as he picked up a book titled Hurricane Irene. While Fester turned to Mrs. Craven and Tully, Gomez untied his wife.

"Put that book down, Gordon. You don't understand what it can do. It's not just literature," Tully warned. Gordon opened and closed the book. A small, powerful gust of wind knocked the gun from Mrs. Craven's hand.

"You keep that book closed, Gordon. Listen to Mother," Mrs. Craven ordered as she stepped back. Gomez guided you, Morticia, and Jeongin to the bookshelf before helping everyone into the vault.

"You were a terrible mother! I said it!" Gomez cheered before opening the book.

The wind blew through the room, bringing rain and lightning. The hurricane pulled the remaining three into the hair and around the room, the book flying out of Fester's hands.

Tully and Mrs. Craven were thrown out the window just as Fester grabbed the book. Lightning struck him in the head before he closed the book, and he collapsed.

Tully and Mrs. Craven landed in open coffins, tombstones with their names before them.

Pugsley slammed the lids before grabbing a shovel to start burying them. Next to him was Jeongin with his arms around you.

"I'm sure they've learned their lesson," He grinned, tightening his grip around you.

SEVERAL MONTH LATER

Gomez and Morticia were decorating the last room for Halloween. The boys raced down the stairs with Pugsley beating Jeongin. The youngest wore a dark grey oversized coat hanging off him with his hair tucked into a wig cap, courtesy of you.

"Hello, old man," Gomez joked as he patted his son's bald head. Pugsley was dressed as Fester. You and Jeongin walked up, you in a vampire costume and Jeongin without one.

"Trick or treat," Margaret cheered, dressed as a fairy. Cousin It followed her with his long hair covering his face and sweeping the floor behind him, dressed as a cowboy.

"Hello, you two. I almost didn't recognize you," Morticia greeted.

"Isn't he handsome? Everyone keeps asking where he bought his costume."

"it is a wonderful hat," Gomez complimented.

"Where's your costume?" Margaret asked Jeongin.

He looked down at his outfit before raising a brow at her. "This is my costume. I'm a homicidal maniac. They look just like everyone else."

Margaret nodded before Morticia guided everyone to the living room. Lurch painted a portrait of Fester and Pugsley while Jeongin helped you carve a pumpkin.

"Good thing that lightning knocked some sense into you," Grandmama grinned as Pugsley handed Fester a lightbulb. It asked something in gibberish.

"Dr. Pinder-Schloss really did find Fester tangled in a tuna net 25 years ago," Gomez nodded. "With amnesia."

"From the Bermuda Triangle, like I said," Jeongin huffed. It spoke again.

"Very true. Stranger things have happened," Morticia repeated.

After Lurch finished the portrait, Fester shouted, "Time for a game! We'll play Wake the Dead!"

"A lovely choice, old man," Gomez exclaimed. "Out to the cemetery, everyone!"

"How do we play?" Margaret asked, helping Grandmama outside.

"Did you bring a shovel?"

Pugsley ran into your side, wrapping his arms around you in a hug as he looked up at you. "Can you be on my team, Y/N?"

"No," Jeongin answered as he shoved Pugsley off you before pulling you to the cemetery. After getting off the floor, Pugsley ran after you with Fester following.

Gomez and Morticia stood in the doorway watching everyone dig out graves. After a moment, Morticia held up a baby onesie she was knitting in the living.

"Cara mia, is it true?" Gomez asked.

"Oui, mon amour," She whispered, and Gomez dipped her into a kiss.

You and Jeongin were sitting on a stone bench away from the group. The same box from before, now unlocked and in your hands. Jeongin watched you open it before gasping.

A ring.

"It's a promise ring. A promise to never leave each other," Jeongin said, a glint in his eyes as he slid the ring on your finger. "I love you, mon cœur."

He grabbed your chin, smiling as you whispered a response before pulling you into a kiss.

"I love you too, my dearest."

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