You'll be fallin' for miles

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𝕀ℕ the dim light of their room, Lilith and Wednesday prepared for bed. The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows on the walls, adding to the gothic ambiance of their sanctuary. Lilith, dressed in a long, flowing black nightgown, stood by the mirror, brushing her hair with slow, deliberate strokes. The brush was an antique, silver with intricate designs, a perfect match for the room's eerie elegance.

Wednesday, already in his dark pyjama pants and a loose shirt, approached Lilith from behind, his eyes filled with a rare softness reserved only for her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder as he watched her reflection.

"You look enchanting, ma reine," he whispered, his voice a low murmur in her ear. Lilith smiled, setting the brush down and turning in his embrace to face him.

"As do you, mon corbeau," she replied, her fingers tracing the outline of his jaw. They stood there for a moment, lost in each other's eyes, before Wednesday leaned down to capture her lips in a tender kiss. Breaking the kiss, Wednesday led her to the bed. They slipped under the dark, silken sheets, the bed a haven of comfort and intimacy. Lilith nestled close to Wednesday, her head resting on his chest as his arms enveloped her. He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head, his fingers lazily tracing patterns on her back.

"I love you, ma beau sorcière," (my beautiful witch) he murmured into her hair.

"And I love you, mon corbeau," (my crow) she replied, her voice a soft whisper in the quiet of the night.

They lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, the outside world fading away as they found solace in their shared love and the comforting rhythm of their hearts beating in unison.

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"Death! Death to the enemies of the people of the Republic," Wednesday exclaimed as he closed the scroll, his voice echoing with dark enthusiasm. Pugsley, holding the rope with a mischievous grin, released it, sending the guillotine's blade crashing down and slicing a watermelon clean in half. "Hurrah! Justice is served! Bring forward the evil one," Wednesday commanded, moving the mutilated watermelon aside. Pugsley stepped forward, holding the baby, who was dressed in a frilly little gown. The baby, unfazed, gurgled as Wednesday prepared the guillotine for its next victim.

"You have betrayed the people of France. You are evil incarnate. How do you plead?" Wednesday asked, his tone solemn and stern.

Pugsley, using a high-pitched voice, replied, "Guilty."

"Guilty by her own admission. The sentence is death. Executioner, place her on the block," Wednesday declared with a smirk. Pugsley nodded, placing the baby on the block and positioning his head through the hole.

"One, two..." Wednesday began to count, but their mother's voice interrupted them.

"Children, what are you doing up there?" Morticia's voice called up the stairs.

"Playing!" the boys answered in unison, their tone innocent.

With a mischievous glint in his eye, Wednesday continued, "Three!" He released the rope, and the blade fell toward the baby's neck. However, the baby caught the blade between his tiny fingers just in time. "Woe to the Republic," Wednesday deadpanned, his annoyance clear as he stared at the baby in disbelief.

Footsteps ascended the stairs, and Lilith appeared in the doorway. "Wednesday, what are you doing?" she asked, her eyes widening as she took in the scene. She quickly crossed the room and freed the baby from the guillotine, holding him protectively in her arms.

"Wednesday," she said, her voice a mix of exasperation and concern.

"We were playing," Wednesday shrugged, unrepentant.

Lilith sighed and handed the baby to Pugsley. "Put him in his crib, nicely, and leave me and Wednesday," she instructed. Pugsley nodded and carried the baby off, muttering, "Good luck," under his breath as he left the two alone.

"Okay, what's going on?" Lilith asked as she walked towards Wednesday, who was deliberately avoiding her gaze. "Nothing, ma rose," he replied, his tone unconvincing. Lilith didn't believe him. She placed her hand gently on his cheek, turning his face to look at her. "Wednesday." He sighed, finally letting his frustration out. "I'm annoyed, okay? Ever since that baby showed up..." He trailed off, walking over to the guillotine.

Lilith smiled, sensing an opportunity to tease him. "Is the Wednesday Addams jealous?"

Wednesday froze, refusing to turn around. Lilith chuckled and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, resting her head against his back. "Yes, the baby is adorable, but you are handsome. I will love you no matter what. I am yours only." Wednesday turned around, wrapping his arms around her in return. He smirked, his confidence returning. "Yeah?" He tilted her chin up, leaning in so close that their lips were almost touching. "Say that again."

Lilith blushed, smirking as she repeated, "I'm only yours."

With that, Wednesday closed the distance, kissing her with love and passion. He held her tightly, pouring all his emotions into the kiss. Lilith wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, smiling into the kiss as she felt his love and reassurance.

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"Look at you. Midnight, moonlight, surrounded by death," Gomez murmured to Morticia as they sat on a bench in the graveyard, the eerie night casting long shadows around them. "It's been too long," Morticia replied, their faces inching closer as they leaned in for a kiss. However, the tranquil moment was shattered by the children's voices from the house.

"Do it!" Wednesday's voice demanded.

"Hold him still!" Pugsley added, followed by the loud bang of a gunshot and the crash of a window breaking.

"You missed," Wednesday exclaimed.

Gomez shook his head, trying to reclaim the moment as he leaned in to kiss Morticia again. But once more, their children's antics interrupted them. "Here, catch!" Wednesday's voice rang out. "I don't want him!" Pugsley shouted, followed by another window breaking. Lilith's exasperated voice joined the chaos, "Guys! What the hell are you doing?!"

Morticia sighed, "One house, three children, a future daughter-in-law. So many windows."

Gomez looked at her with concern. "My darling, it's you I worry about. The stress, all this squabbling."

"Oh, I'll be fine," Morticia replied with a serene smile. "I'm just like any modern woman trying to have it all. Loving husband, a family. It's just I wish I had more time to seek out the dark forces and join their hellish crusade. That's all." She blinked a couple of times, maintaining her smile. Gomez, ever the supportive husband, spoke with encouragement, "You can. You shall. So it must be."

Just then, another window shattered, followed by Lilith's voice shouting, "I swear if you guys break another window I will throw you two through it!"

Morticia sighed again and asked, "But, how?"

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"Children, as your new nanny, I know that we're all concerned about the environment. So, this morning, let's discuss how to prevent forest fires," a woman with pigtails said, sitting across from Lilith and the two boys. Wednesday held Lilith on his lap, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Prevent them?" Wednesday questioned, his tone dripping with disdain.

Lilith, her eyes sparkling with shared mischief, lifted a box of matches and struck one, watching the flame dance in the dim light.

The scene shifted as another nanny, with glasses and dark skin, addressed them sternly, "Alright, children, I've had it up to here. Now you just answer one simple question. Where is that baby?" "Which part?" Wednesday responded without missing a beat, his deadpan expression contrasting with the serious tone of the nanny.

Next, another nanny appeared, this one using a hand puppet. "Hello children. I'm Polly the puppet. What shall we do today? I know. Let's all clean our rooms."

Lilith snickered, finding the whole situation hilariously absurd. Wednesday, feeding off her amusement, brought up a devil hand-puppet of his own. "Hello, Polly. I'll clean my room in exchange for your immortal soul," he said, making the devil puppet rub its hands together in a sinister gesture. Lilith laughed softly, her eyes meeting Wednesday's with a shared understanding of their dark humour. 

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A loud knock echoed through the Addams mansion as Lurch opened the front door, revealing a woman with short blonde hair in a pristine white dress. Striding in, she announced, "Hello, Addams residents. Ooh. It's old." She gave Lurch a once-over and added, "And big."

Lurch smiled politely before Morticia's voice cut through the moment, "Lurch." The woman turned to see Morticia descending the grand staircase.

"Hi! Hi. I'm Debbie Jellinsky from the agency," Debbie introduced herself with a bright smile.

Morticia, her expression serene and slightly curious, replied, "The agency? But they claimed no one else was available. They suggested a Doberman."

Debbie shrugged, a playful glint in her eyes. "Surprise! I've been out of town. Are you the mom?" "I am Mrs. Addams," Morticia confirmed as she reached the bottom of the stairs.

Meanwhile, Lilith and the boys stood on the steps above, observing the exchange. Wednesday and Pugsley exchanged skeptical glances, while Lilith eyed the woman with suspicion. Without a word, she turned and headed to her room.

Inside her sanctuary, Lilith laid out her mat and lit the candles, their flickering light casting eerie shadows around the dark room. She sat down, setting thirteen tarot cards in a circle, the thirteenth card in the centre. As she read the cards, a sinister smile spread across her face, and she chuckled softly, licking her lips. "My, my. What an awkward situation."

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By: SilverMist707

Hope you enjoy it and have a fantastic day today or night <3