A broomstick you can crawl on

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Lilith and the Addams Family pulled up to the school, the car coming to a smooth stop in front of the entrance where the play would be held that night. As they stepped out, the evening air buzzed with excitement and anticipation. The grand facade of the school was illuminated, casting long shadows across the lawn.

Inside the bustling hallways, Pugsley and Wednesday, still holding Lilith's hand, led the way to the room where they would get ready. Lilith's heart raced with a mix of nervousness and excitement. She glanced back at Morticia, who gave her an encouraging smile and a nod. Blushing, Lilith remembered their earlier conversation, feeling a warm sense of reassurance.

As they reached the room, Wednesday turned to Lilith. "You'll help me with my makeup?" he asked, his voice steady but with a hint of vulnerability. Lilith nodded, squeezing his hand in response.

Just then, a teacher approached Morticia, her expression a mix of curiosity and professionalism. "Mrs. Addams, can I see you for a moment?" she asked

"I'm Susan Firkins. I'm Wednesday's teacher."

"Oh, of course, Miss Firkins. Wednesday's told us so much about you."

"Wednesday is an excellent student, but, frankly, I'm concerned. You see, this is our class bulletin board," Susan, the teacher, explained as she led Morticia over to a board adorned with posters and pictures of various famous figures. She pointed to the colorful display and continued, "This month, our theme is our heroes, people we love and admire. You see, Susan Ringo has chosen the President. Isn't that sweet? And Harmony Feld has picked Jane Pauley."

Morticia's face remained serene, but her eyes reflected a hint of concern. She looked at the teacher and asked, "Have you spoken to their parents?"

Susan hesitated for a moment, clearly thrown off by the question, before redirecting Morticia's attention to another part of the board. "But Wednesday brought in this picture, Calpurnia Addams."

Morticia's expression shifted to one of pride and reverence as she gazed at the drawing. "Wednesday's great-aunt Calpurnia. She was burned as a witch in 1706. They say she danced naked in the town square and enslaved a minister."

"Really?"

"Oh, yes. But don't worry. We've told Wednesday, college first." Morticia spoke with a smile.

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Lilith sat on the table, trying to get a better angle for applying Wednesday's makeup. She gently held his chin, tilting it up so he could look at her. Wednesday's heart raced from the closeness, his eyes fixed on her without wavering. Their moment was interrupted by Fester's voice. "Wednesday. Pugsley. I changed my mind." Both Lilith and Wednesday turned to see Fester, who was beaming with pride. He tossed a bag at Pugsley, who caught it deftly. Wednesday smiled at his uncle, feeling a rush of gratitude.

"Thank you," Wednesday said to Lilith as she finished with his makeup.

Lilith nodded, glancing at Pugsley to ensure he was occupied with the bag. She then grabbed Wednesday's collar, pulling him closer. His eyes widened in surprise. "Bonne chance, mon beau. Je surveillerai et je vous donnerai une récompense," she whispered in his ear, her breath warm against his skin. ((Good luck out there, handsome. I'll be watching and I'll give you a reward.))

Lilith dropped down from the table and walked away, leaving Wednesday standing there, speechless as it felt as if his soul left his body. He watched her like a hunter observing its prey. She turned around and smirked at him before disappearing around the corner.

Wednesday chuckled softly, looking down as a blush spread across his cheeks. The anticipation of the evening's performance now carried an added layer of excitement, fueled by Lilith's promise.

Lilith made her way to the audience and took her seat next to Morticia, who turned to her with a knowing smile. "How did it go?" Morticia asked. Lilith blushed, her mind replaying the moment with Wednesday. "Let's just say, he was speechless." Morticia's smile widened, pleased by the response. They then turned their attention to the stage, where the younger children were performing a cheerful song. Lilith cringed slightly at the saccharine display, while the rest of the Addams family looked distinctly bored.

The children's high-pitched singing and overly enthusiastic gestures contrasted sharply with the dark elegance of the Addamses. Morticia raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed, while Gomez sighed theatrically. 

Lilith glanced around, noting the bored expressions and feeling a sense of solidarity with the family. Despite the mundane spectacle, she found herself eagerly anticipating Wednesday and Pugsley's performance, knowing it would bring a uniquely Addams flair to the evening.

"How all occasions do inform against me, And spur my dull revenge!" Wednesday exclaimed as he and Pugsley began their dramatic sword fight on stage. The intensity of their movements captivated the audience, drawing them into the unfolding scene. "Oh, from this time forth. My thoughts be bloody, or nothing worth! If I must strike you dead, I will."

Pugsley deftly swung his sword, cutting Wednesday's arm. Fake blood sprayed out, eliciting gasps from the audience. But the Addams family and Lilith remained unfazed, Lilith even smiling with admiration.

"A hit, a very palpable hit," Pugsley declared.

Wednesday retaliated, striking at Pugsley's fake arm, which fell off, releasing another gush of fake blood. The audience's gasps grew louder. Pugsley then made a final strike at Wednesday's throat, causing a dramatic spray of fake blood that reached the front rows of the audience. Wednesday turned to face the crowd, delivering his final lines as he staggered: "Oh proud death, what feast is toward in thine eternal cell?" He fell to his knees, continuing with fervor, "Sweet oblivion, open your arms!" He faked a dramatic gagging sound, convincingly portraying his death throes before collapsing onto the stage.

The audience sat in shocked silence, stunned by the macabre performance. Then, breaking the silence, the Addams family and Lilith stood up from their seats, clapping enthusiastically. Their applause echoed through the hall, slowly prompting others to join in, though many remained bewildered by the intensity of the play.

"Bravo!"

"Bravo!"

"Bravo!"

As Pugsley and Wednesday bowed to the audience, the applause gradually spread through the hall. Amidst the scattered claps and murmurs of astonishment, Wednesday's eyes scanned the crowd until they found Lilith. She was clapping enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling with pride and amusement.

Catching his gaze, Lilith blew a kiss towards Wednesday, a playful yet tender gesture. A subtle smile tugged at the corners of his lips, a rare and genuine expression of warmth. For a brief moment, amidst the dramatic aftermath of their performance, Wednesday felt a quiet connection with her, adding a unique sweetness to the macabre theatrics they had just shared.

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Lilith was lying on her bed, engrossed in a book, when a knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. She turned her attention towards the sound, closed her book, and got up to answer the door. Opening it, she saw Wednesday standing there.

"Hello, Wednesday," she greeted him with a smile.

"Hello," Wednesday replied, his tone as calm and steady as ever. "May I come in?"

Lilith nodded, stepping aside to let him enter. Once he was inside, she closed the door and turned to face him. "What can I help you with?" she asked, curiosity evident in her voice.

"Well," Wednesday began, his eyes fixed on hers, "if I am right, a certain someone mentioned a reward. Or did you forget?"

Lilith chuckled softly. She walked up to him, and just when it seemed as if she was going to hug him, she gently cupped his cheeks and pulled his face down to hers. She placed a soft kiss just by the corner of his lips, mirroring the affectionate gesture he had given her before.

As Lilith pulled away, she smiled at him, noticing how her action had rendered him momentarily speechless. Wednesday managed a small smile in return, his eyes catching sight of the dark circles under her eyes. Without a word, he cupped her cheek gently, then took her hand and led her to the bed. He lay her down with care and then climbed in after her, wrapping his arms around her protectively.

"Wednesday?" she asked, her voice a mixture of surprise and comfort.

"Shh, go to sleep," he whispered, his tone soothing.

Lilith looked at him, then closed her eyes, inhaling his calming scent. "Goodnight, ma rose," he murmured.

With a smile, she replied, "Goodnight, mon corbeau," and let herself drift into a peaceful sleep, feeling safe and cherished in his embrace.

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By: SilverMist707

I hope you enjoy it <3