A/N: A little Addams family for you all to end the week! I loved this movie growing up! I still watch it every Halloween 😁 Y/N/N means your nickname 😊
Greg sauntered into the bedroom in his dressing gown and dreamily sighed seeing you lying on the bed with your eyes shut. Your blood red lips and crimson nails standing out against the black sheets. You were a dream.
"Look at her," he admired from above, talking to Thing beside him "I would die for her. I would kill for her." He softly smiled, utterly enamoured by your ethereal beauty "Either way, what a bliss." Your lips curved into a small smile as you woke up hearing his words. "Unhappy darling?" Greg asked.
You smiled "Oh yes..." you stretched ever so slightly allowing your joints and bones to crack "Yes, completely." Greg sat down on the side of the bed next to you, you placed your hand on his cheek and carefully stroked his skin with your thumb "Greg," you raised your other hand and shielded your eyes "The sun..." you groaned feeling the rays that were seeping though the blinds on your face "Il me perce comme un poignard..." you lightly moaned knowing fully what sort of reaction you'd get from Greg.
"Y/N..." you smirked, knowing that tone all too well. "That's French." And he enjoyed listening to every single word you spoke of it.
Greg practically pounced on you to take your arm with his hands and place kisses all over it before standing up and dramatically fighting the light. It made you smile as he lunged towards the blinds to close them. He looked down at you again with a proud smile on his face.
"Greg...?" You hummed his name, the tone made his knees weak. He turned around to look at you "Last night," he smirked at the thought "You were...unhinged. You were like some desperate, howling demon." You playfully pouted at him "You frightened me." Propping yourself up on your elbows to get a better look at Greg, you smirked "Do it again." A breathy growl escaped Greg's throat before he pounced on you and attacked your neck with kisses. He slowed his motions, dragging a rugged groan from your throat before it turned into a whimper when he pulled away.
You were in the conservatory with Greg, snipping the bright red rose blossoms from the waxy, sharp green stalks and letting them fall to the ground. Greg was playing chess with Thing.
"It's a milestone, Y/N/N. This very evening...our twenty fifth seance." He sighed before moving another piece and taking a drag from his cigar, the smoke mixed with the sweet roses and your tea which was beside the vase you were placing the flowerless stems in. You snipped another flower as he continued "All those years, gnawed by guilt, undone by woe, burning with uncertainty!"
"Oh Greg," the way you cooed his name sent a chill down his spine, he turned to look at you. Greg bit down on his lip seeing you in that long black dress you were wearing that nipped in at the waist and hugged all the right parts. His eyes roamed up from your feet to your face, a wicked smile playing on your red lips "Don't torture yourself. That's my job..." you snipped another stem and noticed Greg stiffening at the sound.
His shoulders eased "Y/N..." he purred warningly.
"Imagine, my darling, if Fester did come back. Half-alive, barely human, a rotting shell..."
You heard Greg shudder "Don't tease," he was on the verge of begging. You proudly smiled and got on with what you were doing. Thing snapped and pointed over to the window, when you and Greg looked out, Thing moved a piece.
While Greg spoke with Tully, you spent the time with Margaret, his wife. "I think I might have something for the charity auction," you hummed as Lurch and your mother helped you find what you were looking for. You opened the closet and pulled out a bag "Uncle Nicknack's winter wardrobe." You pulled out another bag "Uncle Nicknack's summer wardrobe." You pulled out another bag "Uncle Nicknack..." You purses your lips and looked around "Ah! There it is!" You walked over to the cupboard and picked up a golden finger trap. You sat down next to Margret and told her what it was "It's a finger trap from the court of Emperor Wu."
You smiled as Margaret hushed over it "Ohhh Y/N! This is too extravagant!" She snapped it from you and admired it "Perhaps a little too extravagant for the auction."
"Let's keep it!" Your mother spoke up.
"Mama, it is for charity. Widows and orphans." You and Margaret shared a smile before you added "We need more of them." Margaret's smile faltered slightly. She went back to looking at the finger trap feeling it tighten around two of her fingers. "Margaret," you said her name with a sigh "About the seance tonight, I wish you'd come. I'm terribly worried about Greg. He's not sleeping, he's not eating, he's coughing up blood-"
"-he coughs up blood?!" Margaret cut you off.
You longingly sighed "Not like he used too..."
You watched the rain as it poured, the cool breeze sending a chill down your arms before feeling your husband wrap his arm around your waist to pull you close. It sent an even bigger chill down your spine.
"It's a miserable night." Greg's husked voice lingered around your ear, pressing a small kiss just under your lobe.
"I know, darling. Perfect seance weather." You stopped Pugsley and Wednesday out in the rain and called them in "Put down the antenna." You could hear the faint laughter from your children and turned to Greg, softly smiling to himself. A few moments later Margaret and Tully arrived "Welcome. You're just in time."
You all sat around the large table, Pugsley slowly brought out a butchers cleaver. You looked at Greg, the corner of your lip tugging upwards "Pugsley..." he warned and stretched his hand out to take the knife from his son, he eventually handed it over.
You all began to call for Fester. Thunder and lightening cackled out side, between the bursts, there was a knock on the door.
It made you jump and you were never one to flinch with fright. You looked over to Greg who abruptly stood and rushed to the door, everyone was hot on his heels. When he opened it he gasped "Fester?!" There was a wide smile on his face as he lunged towards his brother and hugged him. Fester looked at you, there something...off about him. You decided to keep your concerns to yourself for now. A psychiatrist, doctor Greta Pinder-Schloss, explained that he had been lost in the Bermuda Triangle for the last 25 years. You weren't convinced. You sat on the edge of the sofa, gently rubbing Greg's shoulder. He was ecstatic. You wanted him to be happy.
Later that evening you were laying on Greg's chest in bed as you heard faint screams from below. "My own brother, back. I have goosebumps, Y/N/N."
"I know..." you softly hummed as you traced your fingers over this chest, he brought your fingers to his lips and gently kissed them.
"Those screams can only one mean thing," Greg smiled.
You were burning your gaze into the ceiling, trying not to let your concern seep through "Yes." You whispered "He's home."
Over the following days you kept a closer eye on Fester, Greg was still ecstatic. That was until you were returning from the charity auction. Fester was sat in between both you and Greg, Greg had Wednesday sitting on his lap with her head against his shoulder as she began to drift in and out of sleep.
Fester was messing around with the finger trap you had originally donated and then bought. "How do you get it off?" He asked.
You looked over to Greg and shared a concerned look, it was at that moment you realised your husband had felt the same way you did. Even Wednesday expressed concern.
"There's a trick to it," you clicked it and pulled it off him, tightly clutching it on your hand afterwards. When you arrived home, Greg wandered off while you took your children upstairs and read to them.
"Oh no..." you could hear him ranting between train noises.
"He's playing with his trains again..."
You could hear Greg rambling on, a little mumbled, probably die to the cigar he'd have in his mouth "How can he not remember to take it off?! It was a party favour at his tenth birthday! He wore it for two years!"
You let out a sigh when you felt the house start to shake. You put both the children to bed and grabbed your cloak, plaguing it around you and pulling up the hood before going for a a stroll outside. It was quiet, well quiet until Fester came out and began huffing around "Hello," you politely smiled "Care to walk with me?" He nervously agreed. You took him through the cemetery, explaining the tombs to him before coming to a halt "You know, The Lestrade's value family more than anything. We will not hesitate to retaliate anyone who crosses us..." Fester picked up on your light threat "Do you understand?" He gulped and frantically nodded his head. You gave him one last look before disappearing inside.
Over the next few days Greg was becoming more and more isolated from you and from everyone else. He spent best part of the day with his trains, the noise drove you up the wall. You asked your mother for advice before it hit you. Greg loved parties.
You organised a party to cheer him up and to celebrate Fester returning. You had invited everyone that you knew, even cousin It was planning to come. "Oh Y/N," you felt a gentle pressure on your hips and Greg's hot breath linger around your ear. He spun you around, your heart swelled seeing his smile "This is perfect, not as perfect as you," he pressed a kiss to your lips "But very close."
"I'm glad you like it darling..." he took your hand and spun you on the dance floor, expertly twirling you through the spaces between guests.
"I don't just like it," he peppered your hand with kisses "I love it. Almost as much as I love you." He spun you again and then passionately kissed you. Between the twirl and the kiss, your head was spinning. You noticed him looking around over your shoulder "Where's the children? I haven't seen Wednesday all night..."
You too then realised you hadn't seen Wednesday in a while and asked around with Greg. Most of your guests didn't know. Your mother did and she and Lurch took you outside to the graveyard. You found Wednesday sleeping on top of a coffin in the family mausoleum. Greg scooped her up and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
"What would she be doing out here?" You stroked her cool cheek with the back of your finger. You all returned back to the house only to find the gate firmly shut over with Tully on the other side refusing to let you back into your house, you demanded an explanation.
"Well," Tully began with a smug smirk "Since Fester is the oldest living Lestrade, he automatically gets the house!"
You shared a confused look with Greg "W-what?!" He laughed at how absurd the whole situation was.
"There isn't a court in this land that will let you live in that house!" Tully barked.
A few days later at court, Fester was granted the house and you and Greg as well as the rest of the family were living in a cramped little motel room. You had never seen Greg disintegrate as a person before. He was so unbelievably upset, especially learning about The plan 'Fester' had conjured up with Abigail who had been posing as his psychiatrist, doctor Greta Pinder-Schloss.
You and the children tried to do your part, Wednesday and Pugsley sold lemonade (even if it was unsafe for human consumption) and you got a job at a nearby nursery. That didn't work out too well however, the children burst into tears the second you stepped into the room.
You sat upright in bed with Greg blissfully sleeping in the pillow that was your arm and the side of your hip and thigh. You looked down at him, your heart was now breaking at how broken he was. You stoked his cheek as he slept "I'm going to fix this..." you whispered and pressed a kiss to his head before getting up and leaving the motel room. Little did you know, Thing was following you.
When you knocked on the door of the Lestrade mansion, Tully opened the door. "I wish to speak to Fester," you didn't even wait for him to invite you in, you barged right in but as soon as you did, you were ambushed and tied to Greg's torture device. Tully slowly pulled it tighter, stretching your limbs.
"You've done this before.." you painfully groaned with a smirk on turn face before he did it again, making you wince.
Thing had seen everything who had rushed back to tell Greg. He was as a fast as a bolt of lightening when he learned you were in danger. He sped to the mansion and burst through the window "Mon Cher!" He went wide eyed seeing you in such a state.
"Darling! Be careful!" You cried as Tully lunged at him with a sword. Thing tossed Greg one and the two battled it out before Greg advanced on him and managed to grab hold of Tully's sword.
Greg crossed both blades at his throat with a proud smirk on his face, it fell when he heard a gun cock. He turned his head and looked over his shoulder, the gun was pointed right at you. "Put them down," Abigail warned Greg. He slowly placed him on the floor in front of him "Now open the vault."
He walked over to the bookcase but stopped to talked to you. Your wrists were burning with the friction of the rope against your skin. "Y/N..." he drawled out your name and swallowed hard "Seeing you like this...my blood boils." His voice was laced with anger and lust.
"As does mine..." you whispered and moved your face closer to his.
"This wheel of pain," he began "To live without you, that would be torture!"
Your eyes softened, you wanted nothing more than to hold his cheeks in your hands and kiss those soft lips "A day alone," you softly spoke "Only that would be death." You both leaned in and-
"Knock it off!" Abigail snapped. You both stopped just as your lips ghosted over one another's and turned to send the woman a deadly glare, one wasn't phased by Abigail was too engrossed with opening the vault. "Open the vault Lestrade! No tricks!"
"But could we just-" Fester spoke up but Abigail quickly cut him off.
"No! Go with him! Make sure he opens that vault!"
Greg and Fester went to the bookcase, Greg's finger lingering over the book that opened it. Fester had another idea. He pointed to the book next to it: 'Hurricane Irene'. Greg sent Fester a curt nod and the two grabbed the book opening it in the direction of Abigail and Tully. The two were whirled around the room and thrown outside into pits dug by Pugsley and Wednesday. Greg rushed over to you and freed you from the wheel, you fell into his arms and your lips landed on his.
"Perhaps, in a different situation, that wheel will come in handy...?" He wickedly smirked.
"Perhaps..." you hummed and kissed him again before you were disturbed by a groan coming from the corner. Fester.
Only this time it was Fester. The real Fester. When he fell to the floor something inside him lit up again and he remembered who he was. He really did suffer from amnesia after his trip to the Bermuda Triangle. You watched Greg and his brother embrace in a hug and smiled to yourself. Your husband was happy again.
You sat on the couch knitting away as the fire roared and crackled. Wednesday was carving a pumpkin, Pugsley was showing his uncle Fester his homage to him-dressing up as him for Halloween. Margaret was dressed as a fairy princess, accompanied by cousin It who was dressed as a cowboy and your husband was smoking a cigar with a smile on his face.
"Lets play a game!" Greg announced "What shall it be? 'Wake The Dead'?"
The children and Fester cheered, it was their favourite. "Are you coming?" Fester asked as they began to go outside.
"We'll catch up," you smiled and locked your arms with Greg, walking a little slower than everyone else with what you had knitted in your free hand.
The two of you stood by the door, watching everyone having a joyous time in the graveyard. "Oh, Y/N," Greg pulled you close to him, most of your weight was pressed against him as he held you tight and spoke into your hair "What a night. Everyone together at last. What more could we ask?"
You looked up to him and stood up slightly, he raised a brow when he felt your warmth and weight disappear from him "Greg...?" You held up what you had been knitting. It was too small for him, too small for you, too small for Wednesday, too small for Pugsley. He gasped every so slightly, finally making the correlation.
His eyes wandered down to your stomach and then back to you meet your gaze "Cara Mia..." he blinked "Is it true?"'
You nodded "Oui, mon Cher."
He wrapped his arms around you and kissed you with as much passion as he could muster, you could feel him smile into the kiss uttering 'I love you' in every language he knew into your skin until it was burned into it.
You both pulled back to catch your breaths, Greg placed his hand over your stomach as gentle as he could. He could hear his other children laugh in the distance. There was a smile on everyone's face.
The Lestrade's were happy.
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