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dean-a-mean-tae · 6 months ago

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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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