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[dyns33]

Fluffotber 27 - Michael Addams

Michael Addams x reader 

Michael was going to kill this man.

He really wanted to anyway, and the only reason that parasite was still alive was because he knew his goddess wouldn't be happy if he touched him, that he might scare her, and that the doctor had promised him that this nightmarish situation was only temporary.

As soon as he heard about this appointment, he knew that was not a good idea, that something terrible was going to happen. It reminded him of the time he had to go to the dentist.

A marvelous memory, all these instruments of torture. The blood. This scared the poor dentist, who couldn't understand why he wasn't screaming in pain, and ended up administering anesthetic.

When Y/N had entered the room, he wasn't so much himself and he hadn't recognized her. It was as if he was experiencing a miracle for the second time in his life, reliving their encounter, dazzled by her beauty.

           "You are a vision."

           "Thank you, Michael. Are you okay ?"

           "You know my name ? And you worry about me ? I don't even deserve you to look at me, but I'll dare...Marry me."

           "I can't tell if you're serious." she had said, laughing, the most beautiful sound in the world, putting her hand on her mouth, displaying her wedding ring.

           "Oh, no. You're married ? I should have known, I'm not worthy of you. But no one can be worthy of you. Who's your lover ? I have to meet them, I have to make sure that they treat you like you deserve !"

           "Michael, we are married."

           "... What ?"

           "You are so adorable, my crazy darling."

He had cried a lot that day, unable at all to believe that such a perfect creature could agree to unite with him, before becoming normal again. He continued to cry anyway, because even when he was normal, he had a hard time understanding why his goddess loved him so much.

This situation had been a bit amusing.

The one he was in now was not. He suspected it wouldn't last, since he had experienced it himself, but he didn't like it at all.

The operation was not complicated. Necessary, but not dangerous. Even though he didn't trust it, Michael didn't want to lose his Y/N, so he had accompanied her to the hospital, and she had been put to sleep.

Except that when she woke up, she didn't remember him.

Everyone was now trying to calm him down, repeating that it was a temporary effect of the anesthesia. But even if it didn't last long, it was torture to see her like this, staring at him with lost, slightly frightened eyes.

She jumped when he knelt in front of her, taking her hand to kiss it, saying he was glad she was back.

           "Who are you ?" she had then asked shakily, and her world broke his heart.

Part of him was a little hurt that she didn't fall in love with him right away, like he had fallen in love with her again last time.

Then Michael had hit his head against the wall, remembering that she was a goddess, and that he was nothing, and that he had been very lucky to be able to seduce her.

He had been very scared then. What if she never remembered ? What if she no longer loved him and left him ?

He wouldn't survive it.

He couldn't destroy the world, because that would mean hurting her, which he couldn't do, but he would throw himself off a bridge.

It had only been ten minutes and he was already considering which bridge he was going to choose, his mind clouded with despair.

A nurse patted him gently on the shoulder, but cautiously, not really knowing how the man who had screamed like a madman before cowering in a corner of the hospital hallway would react.

           "Mr. Langdon. Your wife would like to see you."

           "She remembers me ?!"

           "No, not yet. But she would like to see you."

It wasn't the best news, but it was still some good news. Y/N could have asked him not to approach her again.

When Michael returned to the bedroom, she was watching her hand. She had to take it off for the operation, but her wedding ring had remained by her bed, and she had put it back on, admiring it for a long time.

           "You gave me this ?"

           "Yes."

           "You must be rich. Or mad. Or love me a lot."

           "I love you more than anything, I'm crazy about you, and I'll give you all the gold in the world, and more, if you ask me."

This made her smile, and for a moment, his goddess was here again.

           "I believe we are at school together." she said after a long silence.

           "We were. It's been several years since we graduated."

           "Hmm. Is it true that you look a bit older. Am I... Am I older too ?"

           "No. You are still the same, eternally beautiful."

           "Are you always this intense ?"

           "No. Yes ? I don't know, I'm not sure what you mean, my queen."

This made her laugh again. Michael couldn't help but put his hand on hers. This time she was not afraid.

In a trance, he stroked her fingers, her handle, before approaching his lips, kissing her again, before continuing with her arm.

           "Cara mia." he whispered sadly.

           "You really are crazy, you… Oh. Oh, Michael. Michael, I'm sorry."

           "My Goddess ?" he asked, raising his hopeful eyes to her sweet face.

           "I think they gave me a little too much anesthetic. You must have been very scared, forgive me."

           "You have no reason to apologize ! One word from you, and I'll kill every doctor in this place."

Of course, she didn't want to. Y/N sighed before taking his face in his hands and kissing him, making him purr.

Although Michael knew that everything was going to end well, he had feared the worst. To be married to such perfection, to be happy by her side, to have the pleasure of being able to touch her, talk to her, look at her, that couldn't last forever, he would inevitably be punished one day.

But not today. Y/N remembered him, and she still loved him. And as soon as she was cleared to leave the hospital, he carried her home, promising himself that it would never happen again.

           "I will have to see another doctor one day."

           "I will ask my father to use his powers so that you never get sick again."

           "My adorable fool."

           "Only yours, cara mia. Even if you forget me, or if I forget you. Always."

[dyns33]

Apples

Flufftober 18 - Michael Addams x Reader 

After 6 months, the best lover of the world is back !

           For many people, apple was the symbol of the forbidden fruit. The fruit of knowledge. Of sin. Of temptation.

For Michael Addams, it was just a fruit, which he didn't particularly like, he more had a sweet tooth, but he had to admit that a red, shiny apple with a beautiful shape, could be tempting.

And if this apple was in the hand of his Goddess, and she was biting into it as he observed her, Michael was trembling a little with excitement at this vision of paradise, especially when the apple crunched under the teeth of his dear wife. Oh, Michael wished he was that apple.

           "An apple a day keeps the doctor away." she said jokingly, after noticing he was looking at her. "Do you want one ?"

           "Only if it's the one that you're eating now and we eat it together."

           "Silly man." Y/N sighed, still smiling. "Remind me to never eat a banana in front of you."

           "Why ?"

           "... Think Michael. I'm sure you'll get why."

He found why quickly, turning as red as the apple she continued to eat like nothing had happened, as if it wasn't driving him totally mad. Even though he longed to admire her eating a banana now, Michael knew he wouldn't survive it.

But everything she was doing always filled him with admiration and desire anyway.

So resting his head on his hands, unable to help himself and smiling stupidly, he watched as she finished her apple, reading her book on the couch.

Y/N didn't say anything. His goddess had known for a long time how he was and that there was no point in saying anything. She just let him do what he wanted, being so good to him that she allowed him to be near her and lay eyes on him.

           "You should eat more fruits and vegetables." she noticed all the same, putting the core on a small plate. "I wouldn't want you to get sick."

           "Your words are my commands. Even though the most delicious fruit in the world, with a divine nectar and a sweet smell, is between your..."

           "Michael."

           "I will eat more fruits darling."

Obeying his goddess, Michael bought several vegetables, and many apples next time he did the groceries, which he ate without wincing. It wasn't a problem for him, if it pleased Y/N.

He could very well have told her that he hardly ever fell ill, since he was the son of the devil, but then he should have thrown himself off the roof for having dared to contradict his beloved.

Also, by bringing more apples home, he had more opportunity to see her eat them.

           "I'd like to paint you eating one of those red wonders. Or take a picture of you."

           "You are starting to talk nonsense again my love."

           "Oh ! I know. You, on our bed, naked, holding an apple to your lips. What a delightful sight ! A goddess, taking God's poisoned gift and crunching it like it's nothing, for she's superior to Him ! Or you would have a yellow apple. A golden apple. Like Eris, sowing discord in my soul, in my heart, in my..."

           "Michael, breathe." Y/N sneered, stroking his arm.

           "Yes darling, excuse me. You inspire me so much."

           "I'm not going to stay naked on the bed for hours."

           "No need, I know your body perfectly, I can draw everything from memory. I'll put the painting in the living room when it's finished."

           "No, you will not."

The painting ended up in Michael's office, where no one was likely to accidentally see it. As always, his goddess was right, because while he really wanted to show off her beauty to everyone, he also didn't want anyone to see her naked, even in painting.

He should have torn the eyes of the rats after having made them admire his work. It would not have been very practical.

Like the far too many apples he kept buying and which was beginning to invade the kitchen.

As she hated waste, and was not going to eat more than two apples a day, his goddess therefore prepared apple pies and other tasty foods, which she offered to their neighbours, her parents and the Addams.

She could have punished him by not offering him anything, Michael would have understood that. He wouldn't have been upset. The simple fact of seeing her cut the fruit, prepare the dough, sing in front of the oven, with her apron, made him happy.

But he wouldn't have said no to a cake.

Fortunately for him, his goddess was not cruel. She knew him well. She knew he hadn't bought so many apples on purpose, it was his insanity that could do anything stupid and so she also made pastries just for him.

Michael Addams was truly the luckiest being in the world, for Y/N to have agreed to marry him and continue to love him tenderly and very patiently even after all this time.

           "Thank you my love." He purred as she put the apple pie in front of him, still wearing her apron and sweating a little from the heat in the kitchen.

           "My pleasure. Wait, you're going to burn yourself."

She cut a part which she put on his plate, then with a spoon, she took a bite, brought it to her lips to blow on it, before putting it in front of his mouth.

           "Open up."

Totally scarlet because of his blushing, frozen and feeling the excitement building in him, Michael still managed to obey, he savoured the piece of pie which was exquisite, then he passed out with a huge smile on his face, because everything was far too perfect.

Calmly, Y/N went to get a pillow to put it under his head, and she sat down next to him to wait for him to wake up. She was used to his husband's silliness by now.

[dyns33]

What’s in a name

It’s silly but I missed Michael Addams, so sorry, it’s not long nor great, but at least I wrote something ! 

(they don’t have kids yet here) 

         "Oh, hello Mister Addams... And Madam Addams ! Hi ! Thanks God, you're here with your husband... I mean, welcome !"

The saleswoman knew Michael and (Y/N) well. They often came to buy pastries. (Y/N)'s favourites. So of course, being a devoted husband who wanted to please his Goddess, Michael also came very often alone, to buy little surprises for his dear (Y/N). He would watch her savour them with a glass of champagne, naked on the bed, waiting for her to offer to taste or join her. More than cakes, it was one of Michael's favourite activities, admiring his Goddess. Whether she is eating or doing something else, but being perfectly happy, thanks to him.

Michael, like the rest of his family, was a bit... particular. Everyone knew the Addams in town, and no one wanted to run into them. But when he was accompanied by his wife, then people relaxed. Michael alone was a real pain. Michael with (Y/N) was okay, and then everyone liked the young lady who made this freak a little more normal than usual. He was always special of course, but since he didn't want to displease her, he behaved quite well.

There was still that little smile on his face that scared them though, because no one knew what it meant. Michael was starting to smile after the greetings, and some thought he didn't like them talking to him. But he didn't smile like that when he was alone, so they thought for a while that he didn't appreciate them talking to his wife. They quickly realized that they were wrong, after some had stopped talking to her.

           "We will never come here again." Michael said in a clothing store.

           "What ? Why ?" (Y/N) wondered.

           "They haven't greeted you, they're not polite. No one ignores a Goddess like that."

           "You're exaggerating Mikey, they said hello to you, that counts for two."

           "No Cara mia, they must greet you, kneel before you, beg for your pity and thank you for honouring them with your presence in their lousy shop."

To avoid losing good clients, as the Addams were rich, everyone said goodbye to (Y/N) when she left, curtsying like she was of royal blood. Michael's anger did not subside immediately, and the couple did not return for several weeks, presumably because the wife had insisted, and the husband could not refuse her anything, but everyone thought he had also accepted because the sellers had made this small gesture of submission.

After that everyone treated (Y/N) like a queen, and even though they did it mostly because they were scared, they thought she deserved it, because she was kind, patient, lovable, and she stood up for them when Michael was getting too demanding. For taming the beast that was Michael Langdon, she deserved the best. Michael's small smile was certainly satisfaction, seeing that everyone understood that (Y/N) was a true Goddess.

It was partly the truth. Even though he didn't like sharing her, Michael considered himself to be just an insect among the bugs next to (Y/N), he was lucky that she had chosen him, and it was normal that everyone were watching her. A Goddess was to be glorified and feared. But that wasn't why he was smiling.

           "She said it again."

           "What ?" (Y/N) asked, taking a bite of her creamy puff as they walked home through the park.

           "Madam Addams."

           "Of course, since I'm your wife, I'm Madam Addams."

           "Oh." he sighed. "Say it again Cara mia."

           "I am Madam Addams. (Y/N) Addams."

           "That's stupid, and I would have taken your name if you'd asked me but... I love that you have my name. It's such an honor ! On... Oh, on your gravestone, there will be 'Addams' ! Our two names side by side, and underground, our two entwined bodies ! The Addams ! I'm already quite exhilarated when these idiots say "and your wife", but when they add "Madam Addams", I... I want... I want..."

           "Yes Mikey ?" purred (Y/N).

           "I would like to throw myself at your feet to kiss them. Then my mouth would go up slowly, kissing every part of your body up to your lips ! Then I will admire your sweet face for hours, reciting every reasons why I love you, and finally, if you order me, I will make love to you !"

           "In the pastry shop ? In front of everyone ?"

           'Where you want, when you want, how you want, Cara mia ! My Goddess ! Of course, then I would have to kill the witnesses, because no one is allowed to see you naked, but I will !"

           "You are crazy. I knew that, but your madness surprises me every time. I love it."

           "And I love to surprise you." he said kissing her hand, before licking the cream she had on her fingers.

Once they got home they didn't talk about it again, Michael being too busy making dinner, then preparing a bath, then a romantic evening for his beloved wife, like he did every day, but (Y/N) did not forget his confession, and from time to time, when she felt that he was not feeling well or when she wanted to send him a message, she used it.

           "Madam Addams wants to take a shower with you."

           "Cara mia !"

           "Madam Addams would love to go to the beach today."

           "I will prepare the bag my Goddess !"

           "Madam Addams... wants you to be on the bed in two minutes."

           "My love !"

It was like a game of "Simon says", terribly funny for both of them. Except the one time Fester heard one of the sentences and went to ask Morticia why she wanted her nephew to "be blindfold and wait for him in the bedroom." Malignant, Mortica simply replied that there wasn't just one Madam Addams, without Fester understanding what that meant, so he told Gomez, who was as jealous as his nephew when it came to his wife, and who then decided to know what Michael was doing, entering in his house before the worst, fortunately for him.

           "Uncle !"

           "Michael... Oh, hello (Y/N), you are... almost naked..."

           "I should tear your eyes out for that, uncle ! Go ! Leave us ! Madam Adda... My Goddess is very embarrassed !"

           "Right away ! Forgive me !" stammered Gomez, immediately realizing his mistake.

After this incident, they no longer played "Madame Addams wants" in public, to avoid misunderstandings. They didn't really had to play to have fun anyway.

[dyns33]

Morticia Addams : “Dear daughter in law, Michael is crying in the garden. What happened ? His surgery didn’t go well ?” 

Y/N : “Don’t worry, it’s the anesthesia.” 

Morticia : “I don’t understand.” 

Y/N : “When he woke up, he didn’t remember who I was, he asked me to marry him and when I told him that I already had a husband, he started to sob.” 

Morticia : “And you didn’t tell him he was your husband ?” 

Y/N : “... Not yet.” 

Michael, running in the room with a sword, still crying : “Sweet Goddess, I will find this man who doesn’t deserve you, kill him and win your heart !” 

Y/N : “... Just some more hours please. He will remember anyway.” 

Morticia, smirking : “I won’t say anything.”

[dyns33]

Once upon a dream

Little Michael Addams, our favorite fool. 

           The heart of the young Michael Addams was dark, cold and dry. For much of his life he hadn't known happy feelings. Even after being taken in by his uncle and aunt, he felt empty, and that didn't seem to bother him. Until one morning, when he woke up with a weight in his chest. Intense heat throughout his body. And, the strangest thing, a huge smile on his face and his little heart that was beating very fast. The young Michael quickly went to his uncle to ask him if he was ill, and Gomez Addams, being a wise man, asked him what had happened before he woke up.

           "I dreamed of a Goddess." Michael replied without thinking, as if it was natural to say that.

           "Oh ? More beautiful than your aunt ?"

           "I think so. I… I don't remember her face. Only her laughter. Her skin looked soft but I couldn't touch it. I didn't dare go near her, she was so... So... Uncle, I don't understand what's happening to me !"

           "You had a beautiful dream Michael, that's all."

           "No ! When I was close to her, I felt... Happy ? I think so ? It was so strong, so powerful. I want to feel that again ! How ?!"

           "I imagine you have to fall in love." Gomez half-joked.

It didn't make Michael laugh, but he kept that sentence in mind, in case the other possibilities didn't work. Because he wanted to feel those strange emotions again. He asked for Wednesday's help in placing electrodes in his brain, but the feeling was not the same, not strong enough. He asked his grandmother to brew potions but the effects did not outweigh him that high. He begged Morticia to summon some spirits to find a solution, but he only felt a tingle at his fingertips. If at least the memory of this emotion could have faded, he had asked his father to make him forget it, but as soon as it was about to happen, he dreamed of the Goddess again and his desire to find her returned. Except that Goddesses did not exist. It was terribly frustrating for Michael to chase after a ghost. So, when he was fifteen, he began to seek Love, as his uncle had advised him, hoping that it would allow him to feel something.

           "So, this date with this young girl ? I forgot, what's her name again ?" Pubert asked when he returned from his first attempt.

           "I don't know either and I don't care."

           "This is no way to treat your girlfriend dear cousin."

           "She's not my girlfriend, she's an experience."

Every time Michael entered into a new relationship, he knew from the start that it wouldn't work. He could never have done what he was doing to these people if he had seen them as he saw his Goddess. It was almost torture for him to have to touch them, or to let them touch him, but he did whatever lovers were supposed to do, hoping that at some point, unexpectedly, with the one of them, he would feel something. But nothing happened. And his dreams were not helping, because he then had the feeling of cheating on his Goddess, of seeking to replace her with creatures that would never reach her ankle, which was a real insult and he did not feel worthy then of just dreaming of her. To call her his own. To punish him, she could have stopped haunting his nights, but she was still there, and not there at the same time.

           "Uncle, I am tired."

           "It's hard to fuck more than three people at the same time son. Before marrying your aunt, I remember that I..."

           "No, not that. My dreams. The Goddess."

           "Oh. You're still dreaming of her ?" Gomez wondered.

           "Always, and I'm even more lost than before. I can't love a dream, it's absurd ! But I've looked everywhere and I can't find Love uncle. It seems that Morticia and you were lucky. Or I'm too great for that, comparing to the others. But why these dreams then ? Even my father can't stop them. They must mean something !"

           "I don't know Michael. I don't know." his uncle apologized, patting his shoulder.

With time, the dreams finally began to fade and Michael gradually forgot about the Goddess, even as he continued to experiment with people, knowing that his heart would never vibrate like it had vibrated the first time he saw her. Even if it was only a dream, his heart truly felt this passion and he was longing for it again, even if it was impossible. Until Y/N walked into the classroom, time stopped, and Michael's dry little heart got terribly hot, like the rest of his body. Even when she wasn't there, he thought of her. He would imagine her sweet face and he smiled alone like a fool. The time when he was empty was behind him, distant, like everything else, and now there was only Y/N, his tender Y/N, perfect Y/N, his Goddess who...

           "The Goddess !"

           "Yes Mikey ?" Y/N asked, stopping reading to look at him.

           "In my dreams ! The Goddess ! It was you !"

           "I don't understand what you're talking about."

           "For years, I dreamed of a Goddess without being able to really contemplate her, and the feelings I had in her presence... It was indescribable. I wanted to feel them while awake but I couldn't, never, until you. Because it was you ! Oh damn you !"

           "Michael ?!"

           "No Cara Mia no, not you. I'm not mad at you, I would never. It's the Universe ! It did this to torture me and prevent me from accomplishing my mission by showing me the happiness that awaited me if I was patient and kind. I felt incomplete, without being able to do anything about it. You're lucky that she lives on this Earth, because otherwise !"

It wasn't a joke, Michael was really angry, but all those negative feelings evaporated when he heard Y/N laughing. He couldn't feel bad hearing that sweet melody, seeing her smile, feeling her hand on his cheek and when her eyes rested on him, full of love and tenderness.

           "Oh Mikey, you are so sweet. I... I'm sorry, I can't say that I dreamed about you. I think I would remember it, you are something. But I was hoping to meet an exceptional, loyal, loving man, who would take care of me and I found you. Well, you found me and I have never been happier. Luckily you were patient."

           "My Goddess, I don't deserve you but I cannot live without you. My heart is yours, forever."

           "Stop it silly man. You... you still dreaming of me ?" she asked with shining eyes.

           "Every night and every day. I'm leaving a dream, sometimes I am afraid to wake up to find that you are not really there."

           "I'm here Michael. I'm with you." Y/N purred, kissing him.

And it really sounded like a dream to Michael, but he didn't care, he hugged his Goddess, delighted to be covered by her kisses, her sweet smell and her soft embrace. If it was really a dream and he woke up without her, then it would be the end of the world. He would want to die, because he was not lying when he said that he couldn't live without her, and he would burn everything before leaving. But Michael didn't want to think about it, or his heart might break. His poor heart that Y/N had illuminated, warmed and revived. So if this was all a dream, he never wanted to wake up.

[dyns33]

The torment of love

Some news from Michael Addams and his little family. It’s not easy to live with teenagers...  

Here we go @roxytheimmortal​, I hope you will like it !

This story makes me think about the Langdon Triplets, by @weasley-wifu​, I know you are not really in the CF fandom anymore, but I will always love these boys... 

           "Cara mia, where are our babies ?" Michael sighed sadly.

           "I believe they are in the bedrooms darling."

           “No my Goddess, I mean… They got so big… I feel like it was yesterday that I could hold them in my arms, rock them, play with them, and now they... They..."

Michael's beloved children had changed, a lot. They were here, but not really here anymore. There was no more laughter in the hallways, no more drawings given as gifts, no more requests for a story in the evening. As teenagers, they no longer needed their parents, their father mostly, and that hurt Michael deeply, despite all the comfort his wife gave him.

           "Remember how you were with your uncle. He told me you followed him everywhere when you were little, imitating what he did, then very soon you became independent, you found your own style and you stopped. That didn't mean you didn't love him anymore, that's just the way it should be. But I know it's hard my love. I miss our babies too."

           "... We could make another one ?"

           "Mikey !" she laughed, kissing him. "The twins are almost eighteen. Balthazar is fifteen. If we have another child, they won't have anyone to play with."

           "Of course, us. And maybe a twin. I can look for a formula to have triplets too. Quadruple. Lots of babies !"

           "... I'll think about it."

He already knew that meant no, so Michael didn't insist. Either way, while he would have been delighted to have more children with his Goddess, that didn't solve the real problem, their elders didn't want him anymore. Persephone had become a very beautiful young woman, charming, funny, taking a little of her uncle's character, while Ozymandias, her brother, looked more like his aunt Wednesday, a little shy, cold, often staying in his room to talk with his grandfather of how to destroy the world. Adorable. There was indeed Balthazar who was the portrait of his father, to the point that he continued to be very close to (Y/N), whom he loved more than anything, declaring that he would never love another woman , and suffering a bit from the Oedipus complex, although he still respected his father, never really trying to kill him, or just a bit. When he was little he would cry when his parents kissed and he would come and slip into their bed, to prevent them from cuddling. Michael had never hated his son for that, on the contrary. This unconditional love for his mother showed his intelligence, which made him proud. Recently, he had calmed down, although he still spent a lot of time with (Y/N). They should have seen that something was wrong. Michael would have liked his children to come and confide in him, as he had confided in Gomez when it happened to him. But Persephone kept her secret for a very long time, while Balthazar timidly whispered it to his mother.

           "Our son is in love." she revealed as they took a bath together.

           "... What ?"

           "You heard me. A boy from his school. James. He doesn't dare go talk to him, he's scared."

           "The Addams are not afraid of anything."

           "Um, interesting. I remember a young man who blushed and stammered whenever he spoke to me and who…"

           "Maybe I was intimidated by your divine beauty, but I always dared to come and talk to you Cara mia. I was much more afraid of not having you or that some idiot who didn't deserve you would try something before me. If he loves him, Balthazar must do something."

           "That's cute. You're right, but first he wants to know if his loved one will respond favourably to a request of the same sex."

           "... I do not understand."

           "If he likes boys Michael."

           "Ah. It's true that other people still think with these kinds of details. It's okay for that to block Balthazar a bit in this case. But he shouldn't wait too long."

           "I could ask his sister. I believe she and this boy are friends."

Indeed, (Y/N) was right, they were friends, and a little more than that, because for several months, Persephone had hoped for more. There had been a little kiss at a party, they had held hands, but nothing more. Hearing that her brother wanted the same person, war broke out in the house, screams echoing in all the rooms. Ozymandias, exasperated by all this nonsense that kept him from working, threatened to blow up the house if they didn't stop. The parents had to intervene, (Y/N) leading Balthazar into the garden, and Michael joining his daughter in her room.

           "So... you're in love..."

           "Yes. And I think he likes me too ! Even though things aren't going very quickly..."

           "Are you courting him ?"

           "I tried, but I wish he was like you. That he treated me like you treated mommy. Why doesn't he see me as a goddess ? As soon as you saw her, you knew you wanted to belong to her. Where is my servant daddy ? I... Am I not as good as mother ?"

Aw. Michael was unaware that his children had been so marked by his history with his dear (Y/N). He had told it to them several times and they would often ask for it before sleeping, always asking for more details on how he had known their mother was the only one, and how he had managed to seduce her. It was okay to love this story, but he didn't think they had compared themselves to him that much. He had also told them about the meeting between Gomez and Morticia, Fester and Dementia, Itt and Margaret or Wednesday and Joel. There wasn't just one way to find love, even if his case was special.

           "That's not it my baby. It's more that no one is like me. No one you have met yet anyway. You are young, you have time, your slave will come someday."

           "But you were about my age when you met mother. It's unfair."

           "I'm pretty sure that a filthy cheater stepped in to stop me from fulfilling the Apocalypse, so... In this house, at the moment, it's mostly Ozy who's likely to find someone like it."

           "What ?! No ! I'm the oldest, no ! Daddy !"

           "Maybe this boy you like is the right one, and he's just a little slow. I can go motivate him if you want."

           "You're going to scare him. And... Balthazar will be furious. Very sad too. I don't want my little brother to suffer because of me and hate me. I don't know what to do. I don't know if I love James more than Balthy. Dad, if you had to choose between mom and your cousins, would that be easy ?"

           "My baby, if I had to kill my cousins ​​to keep my Goddess, I wouldn't hesitate for a second. But here, they're your brothers, it's different."

It was no different, but Michael didn't want his kids arguing like this because of a fool who didn't know if he liked boys and couldn't see that his daughter deserved to be treated like a queen. He also didn't dare tell them that he didn't think he would find someone like him or their mother, for she was the only Goddess in this world. Their happiness was one of his priorities, but not at any cost. After kissing his daughter who was still sobbing, he went to see how Balthazar was doing, who was crying in his mother's arms. First he wanted to convince him to let his sister have what she wanted, but the youngest of the family was smart, very smart.

           "But daddy, he's going to take your place ! Imagine if he asks her to call him 'Daddy'. I don't think he's good enough for Percy."

           "... and is he good enough for you ?"

           "Of course, because I'll be on top."

           "... Son, he kissed your sister before. If he played with her, then I don't appreciate him, but if you think he deserves you, go for it."

Although he had always preferred his mother, Balthazar heard all the sadness and disappointment in his father's voice, who had not appreciated his method of manipulating him, nor that he continued to desire a man who was destroying their family. He also didn't want his sister to suffer, because of a beautiful cockroach. Because Balthazar knew he admired James' beauty above all, nothing else. He immediately apologized, hugging Michael, which he never did, and then going to talk to his sister. Together, they confronted the curmudgeon, who admitted to being straight and not being interested in Persephone. They slapped him before going home, to share the good news.

           "I'm going to kill him." Michael said calmly.

           "No." (Y/N) forbade him. "They are children, that was a mistake. My sweet loves, you would find someone better, later."

           "You will have to make sure that they see you as the most important person in the world, more important than themselves. That they will be willing to kill for you, to die for you, obeying your every wish. Unless they are a deity. Then you will have to crash before them, bow down, and offer your existence to them."

           "What your father means is that a relationship takes sacrifice and loyalty, on both sides."

           "You can also stay single and live with us forever."

           "It's an option, but we'll be glad you find someone."

           "I'm your father. No one else. I'm the only Daddy."

           "Yes Michael, yes."

Persephone did not understand at all why he was saying this, while Balthazar refrained from laughing. They didn't notice the absence of Ozymandias, still in his room, asking his grandfather to punish the troublemaker who had hurt his brother and sister, because even if he didn't show it, he loved them, deeply, as much as he loved his parents. For the end of the world he was preparing, he had imagined an underground bunker, where they could all live together, with the rest of the Addams. But, since Percy and Balhy didn't seem able to live without a mate, he decided to wait until they found the right one before blowing it all up. If his father had known he would have been very proud, because nothing could stop the boy, absolutely nothing, not even love.

[dyns33]

Good balance

I don’t know about you but I missed Michael Addams, so here’s a little story taking place before he was married. 

Michael's jealousy was obvious to everyone, even before (Y/N) agreed to become his girlfriend and then his wife. His family knew this side of him, even though he had never been in love before. He was jealous of his cousins, because they had parents, and then he did everything to be better than them, smarter, more frightening, more handsome, so that Gomez and Morticia would prefer him. It was not very difficult. He was even the favourite of all the Addams in the world, not just because of who his father was. Then he was jealous of some people's possessions, but there was nothing his uncle's fortune could not buy. He was also jealous when someone was valued more than him at school. He didn't want to have friends, and in reality he didn't care about other people's opinions, but being the most important was satisfying. Now (Y/N) was the most important, and Michael was faced with a dilemma.

He wanted everyone to treat his goddess the way she deserved, but at the same time he didn't want anyone to look at her, talk to her or touch her unless she agreed. Everyone was scared then, not knowing what to do. If they didn't acknowledge (Y/N), they were punished. If they didn't ignore her, they were punished. Fortunately, the young woman was still there to calm Michael down, asking him to leave them alone, but they could read in his eyes that his anger was still there, even if he had to obey his goddess.

Some found it romantic, but at the same time, since they weren't officially together yet, a bit excessive. The students talked about it among themselves, then to Pubert, who reported their concerns to his cousin.

           "They all fear you."

           "Nothing new."

           "They're afraid of what might happen if (Y/N) finds your attitude distressing and she decides she doesn't want you."

           "W... What ?" Michael stammered, finally turning to Pubert. "Did my goddess say something ? She's not happy ? Why didn't she tell me ? I'll do what she wants !"

           "Calm down dear cousin, she hasn't said anything. Not yet. But it's true that you are very possessive of her, even though you are not a couple."

           "We kissed each other. Several times."

           "It's not enough. You rush things, you lock her in a cage, you prevent her from doing what she wants, with whom she wants. What if she wanted you, by wanting others at the same time ? As a goddess, she could, she would have that right. What will you do then ?"

           "My goddess is not like that."

           "You don't have the right to say how she should or should not be. Think dear cousin, and be careful. You might lose her. Did you even ask her if she was okay with your actions ? Or did you impose, as always ?"

Michael then felt ashamed, and terribly nervous, feelings he did not know very well. His jealousy had blinded him, he had become selfish, taking decisions for (Y/N) and making her his own, when she had never agreed to be his and his alone. Perhaps she had changed her mind since their kiss. Maybe he had scared her. Or, as Pubert noted, his goddess might not be satisfied with just one man. A mere insect like him. She deserved to be loved by all, even though none of them deserved her love. So Michael showed up at (Y/N)'s house, a bouquet of black roses in his hand, but unable to hide his fear. Even his beloved's parents felt he was not doing well, even agreeing to leave them alone in the living room to speak, even if they were still suspicious of their daughter's new friend.

           "People say I don't behave well with you Cara Mia." he said without daring to look at her. "I don't know if they're right and that worries me. Even if they were wrong, the only thing that matters to me is whether you like this behaviour or not."

           "You would have to tell me what behaviour you mean first Michael."

           "I… I seem to be a little possessive."

In other circumstances, hearing (Y/N) laughing was a joy, but he wasn't sure if it was a good sign that she was chuckling like that. She had the right to laugh at him, but that didn't prevent him from being hurt.

           "A little ? Michael, you're worse than a bodyguard. Or my dad ! You hissed at people who walk too close to me, you threaten them if they're not polite, you're ready to jump in a puddle so that I can walk on you and not get wet."

           "And that you don't slip." he added.

           "Yes. You can see that this is all a bit excessive."

           "So... you're not satisfied. I understand... if you wanted to be with someone else..."

           "What ? Are you saying that I need your consent ?"

           "Not at all ! You don't need my consent to love someone else !"

           "And... what would you do if I loved someone else ?"

           "If you loved someone else... I would kill myself. Cara Mia, my Goddess, my life, I belong to you, forever, but I will be unable to share you. I would always want to kill them, and since I know that would make you sad, I would rather die and ensure your happiness."

Tenderly, (Y/N) smiled before taking his hands. Michael didn't know if that was a good sign or if she was going to give him bad news. Then when she kissed him he thought maybe he could relax a bit.

           "You're cute. As crazy as cute Michael Addams."

           "So you're not mad ?"

           "It is true that you could be less jealous and protective, remembering that I'm a big girl, but... It's nice to be pampered like this. Just try to scare others less please. Find a balance."

           "I promise you to try Cara mia !"

           "One last thing, I might like someone."

           "Ah."

           "Yes. A very nice boy, a little strange, a little extreme, a little crazy, but who... Michael, put that knife away, I'm talking about you !"

Amidst her laughter, mixed with a bit of concern, Michael pulled the blade away from his neck and put it back in his pocket. Then he stayed on the sofa like a statue, staring at her, which embarrassed her a bit.

           "Michael ? Did you freeze again ?"

           "I engrave this moment in my memory."

           "Ah, because I said I love you."

           "I am now your servant until I die, and even after that I will return as a ghost to protect you. You have the power to do what you want to me."

           "I've heard that before." (Y/N) joked, smiling. "

           "Uh, yes. I was already yours before, but you just officially claimed me. Tomorrow I'll go tell everyone that I'm your slave."

           "Just tell them that you're my boyfriend."

           "Yes Cara mia. I don't know how to tell you that I love you, no words seem strong enough to express my feelings."

           "I love you is good."

           "I love you. I'll tell you every day. I love you. "

           "You are crazy. But you are my crazy."

           "And you are my goddess. I love you."

Michael repeated it until he left, after getting another kiss from (Y/N). He told everyone he passed on the street that he was her boyfriend, although many didn't know who he was. He told his family and quickly set up multiple social media accounts just to tell it the whole world. He never posted anything else. The next day, even if everyone was already aware, he preferred to shout it in the middle of the courtyard, until his goddess begged him to stop by kissing him to silence him. The students thought it was cute, while realizing that Michael was still terribly dangerous, maybe even more so, now that he was dating (Y/N). For the rest of the year, they treated her like a queen, without young Addams needing to say a word. It was the good balance.

[dyns33]

Mister Shepherd

Hey @roxytheimmortal​ ! I hope it’s more or less what you wanted ! 

So, a quick summary : Michael Addams and his wife are about to have their third child, but while at the hospital, Michael sees Duncan Shepherd, a man he dreamed about years ago, seeing the Crimeverse. Afraid of losing his Goddess, he is more focus on the man than his family. 

           Normally, as a devoted husband and father, Michael should have focused only on his Goddess, who was going to birth to their third child. He would have preferred to leave the twins to his uncle or to (Y/N)'s parents, but the contractions had happened so suddenly, they were so painful, that he had not thought. He had first carried his tender wife in the car, then he had grabbed the two little monsters to put them in the back, he had taken the bag they had prepared weeks ago and he had driven like a lunatic to the hospital. Michael wanted to stay with his Goddess, but she needed calm. Calm and their children did not go together, so the doctors asked him to wait in the hallway with them. It was there that he saw him. First he heard him. The voice seemed familiar. Then the man had passed in front of him, in a wheelchair pushed by a nurse, speaking loudly on the phone. This hair, these eyes, this attitude. Then the nurse said his name and Michael almost had a heart attack. Duncan Shepherd. Michael had dreamed of this man a long time ago. He had dreamed that they were together, with (Y/N), that this man dared to call "kitten". His goddess was not a kitten, she was a tigress, a lioness, the queen of the savannah and of the whole world. Someone normal would have thought it was just a huge coincidence. But Michael Addams was not normal. His dreams sometimes had a meaning and he therefore did not like to discover that he had dreamed of a man who existed and who could try to take his wife from him.

           "Michael ? Do you hear me ?"

           "Yes, daddy, why don't you say anything ?"

           "... Dad ?"

Oh. His wife. His charming, precious, perfect wife was there, standing before him, and he hadn't seen her. It surprised her a little, and their children seemed worried too, to see that their father had not pounced on her when she arrived, unlike them.

           "I... I don't understand." he stammered. "Did you give birth ? Already ? And... the baby ?! The..."

           "Like I was explaining to you, it was a false alarm. The contractions have stopped and the doctor thinks I can go home, for now. Are you okay ?"

           "If you're okay, I'm fine Cara mia. Let's go back home !"

           "Will you go get the car please ? I'm a little tired, and walk..."

           "Of course my goddess ! Stay here with the children."

Michael regretted this decision when he returned to the hall. He should have carried (Y/N) by ordering their little monsters to follow him. For Duncan was there, with his charming smile, speaking with his goddess, who was also smiling, the little ones on her knees, listening to her stomach to know what their sibling was doing inside.

           "Do you really have to go ?" asked Duncan, pouting. "But we just met ! And you are the most beautiful thing that happened to me today. But I get it. At least I have a nice nurse who will take care of me. It's not as well, but it is a compensation, with my operation. I would have had the pleasure of meeting you, if my appendicitis explodes. "

           "Goodbye Mister Shepherd." sneered (Y/N) as the nurse took Duncan.

           "Goodbye pretty mommy !"

The return home was silent. It was late, but just in case Michael preferred to drop the kids off with their grandparents, so he wouldn't have to watch over them if they needed to rushed back to the hospital. Michael said nothing to his goddess about Duncan. He was not mad at her, not at all. It was even normal for men to flirt with her, she was perfect, but he wanted to kill this idiot for daring to speak to her. He hoped he was dead on the operating table. The next day, the contractions started again, even more painful. The baby was really coming this time. At the hospital, Michael was allowed to stay in the room, to support his wife.

           "I'm... I'm hot." she mumbled, her forehead burning. "I'm thirsty... Michael..."

           "I'll get you water and ice !"

At first, he did not deviate from his mission, quickly finding what he was looking for, but nurses pronounced the name of Duncan and he stopped in the middle of the corridor to observe the surroundings, watching for the man. Not again. Not now. Without realizing it, Michael remained motionless for several minutes, until he heard screams, and his name.

           "MICHEAL !"

           "Cara mia !" he yelled back, rushing into the room, where work had started.

He places the ice on (Y/N)'s forehead before taking her hand to kiss it, caress it, shake it tightly, murmuring words of encouragement and love, telling her that she was wonderful, that she was doing very well, that their baby was going to be so happy to discover that she was going to be their mom. He wiped away her tears, using his powers to try to relieve her. And, finally, the baby went out.

           "It's a boy." announced the nurse.

Michael as (Y/N) didn't care about the gender, they were just delighted that their family was growing. They remained for hours without saying anything, the little man on his mother's stomach. While his goddess rested, while admiring their son, Michael relished this moment, remembering the birth of the twins. He hadn't imagined falling in love with anyone other than (Y/N), but the feelings he had felt that day were indescribable. And it was the same today, with their third child, whom he loved more than anything, except his dear wife.

           "He needs a name." she whispered.

           "You have an idea ?"

           "Hmm... why not... Duncan ?"

(Y/N)'s smile showed him that she was not serious, that she was making fun of him. But... How did she know ? He hadn't said anything. And he was always jealous of everyone.

           "You are really silly, Mikey. I saw your expression, and when he told me his name, I remembered that dream you had. It was not difficult to make the connection. Poor Mister Shepherd. He didn't do anything wrong."

           "He flirted with you." Michael muttered.

           "Do you know what was the first thing he said to me ? 'Your husband is really sexy, I'm jealous'. Then he said that he understood very well why you were with me, that we were really a beautiful couple, with lovely kids, and he congratulated me, saying that he would have wanted the same thing, but that it was impossible because of his work. And when he saw you come back, he wanted to tease you a little. He said "your sexy husband is coming back. He's been staring at me since my arrival, I don't know if it's because he's afraid of me or because he likes him, so let mess with him pretty mom." You really aren't very discreet when you watch people, darling."

At the same time, a nurse entered to check that everything was fine, and when she saw Michael, she laughed a little before regaining her seriousness, even if she continued to smile.

           "I... I have to tell you that Mr. Shepherd is gone."

           "... what ?"

           "He asked us to tell the pretty mom's sexy husband not to look for him because his operation was over and he was gone."

(Y/N) tried not to laugh, to not wake the baby, while Michael felt ashamed. Not only had he been more attentive to a stranger than to his family, but Duncan had noticed it, everyone had noticed it, and now he was a horrible husband and a bad father.

           "Sorry Cara mia, I'm sorry..." he sobbed when the nurse was gone, kneeling next to her. "You and the kids are my only reason for living, the only thing that matters to me. I don't know why... I was disturbed... I..."

           "Hush. I know Michael. I understand and I'm not angry. Let's not think about it anymore. Our son still needs a name."

They chose Balthazar, a little because a uncle of Michael was called like that, a little because a demon was called like that, and much because it did not sound like "Duncan" at all. Then, as soon as (Y/N) felt better, they returned to present their little brother to the twins. They never spoke of Mr. Shepherd again and Michael never thought of him. Or maybe just a second, to curse him, hoping never to see him again.