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As much as Wednesday enjoyed the thrill of a good mystery and all the near death experiences it was truly good to be home. Wednesday had missed the manor more than she had thought.
Nothing brought Wednesday more comfort than being able to truly take it easy and let her guard down. She was even able to stop watering her personality down now that she was home.
Addams although they were outcasts and so called outcast royalty were outcasts among outcasts. They were already noticeably different that they had to tone it down in public.
If they didn’t they would never get any peace at all.
Pugsley to Wednesday's despair despite going to public school had yet to master the art of appearing even a smidge normal.
It was a true failure on her part that Wednesday had been so busy and wrapped up in her own problems that she hadn’t checked on him and Eugene.
Wednesday will have to get Eugene something nice for putting up with her brother at his worst. She’ll have to hunt him down something bee related.
Nothing deadly or dangerous unfortunately but something still nice.
That will be a task for later though.
For now Wednesday will just enjoy the darkness and the macrame to the fullest extent.
She’ll enjoy her flavorful almost always poisoned breakfast and spend her evenings torturing her brother and trying to kill him on occasion and dodging his own amateur attempts back.
Wednesdays will fence with her father keeping her skills sharp and do target practice with him as he quizzes her on weapon safety.
Her mother and her will either garden if the weather is positively dreary enough and if it isn’t they will discuss spells inside over tea.
With no child stalkers, corrupt asylums to take down, no old family friends that have gone insane, and no visions of her friends dying haunting her, Wednesday could finally relax.
Overall with all her problems out of the way and dealt with it had proved to be a truly mindnumbingly boring summer.
At least it had been.
On an unsuspecting day in August that had quickly changed.
Wednesday had been in the cemetery taking a late night stroll when she noticed something was off. Her mind was immediately on alert and she was on guard hovering her hand over her concealed weapon.
When Wednesday heard someone’s foot break a branch she was fully prepared and ready to go.
In one smooth move Wednesday pulled out the dagger she always kept on her thigh and whipped around pointing it at whoever it was that dared to disturbed her, ready to end their sorry life.
Unfortunately if it was Pugsley he’d eventually respawn if she killed him as no Addams could harm or kill another Addams.
Still Pugsley knew she needed time to herself so she didn’t mind putting him in his place.
Wednesday's eyes widened and she nearly stumbled because who she saw definitely wasn’t her brother.
Tyler Galpin of all people was standing in front of her.
He looked better than before but that wasn’t saying much as her last true interaction with him was him in rough shape begging her to kill him while he was strapped to a table.
Which Wednesday couldn’t bring herself to do.
Her cursed Frump heart couldn’t bear to see a world without him in. It had liked the idea of her killing him even less.
The last she saw of him was Tyler getting in Capri’s car and driving off into the sunset to only Lilith knows where.
Wednesday was resigned to never seeing him again and not that she’ll ever admit it spent the first month of summer moping.
There was nothing her family could have done anyway but let her get it out of her system in her own way as it was an already done deal.
Frumps women only love once after all.
There were no take backs.
Her mother however had been less upset on her behalf than she expected which Wednesday had noted as odd. Seeing Tyler in front of her now she realized her mother must have had a vision.
That’s probably how he got inside the family grounds too. Her mother probably eased the way for him so Tyler could find her.
Her mother did so love to meddle in her children’s lives.
How typical of her.
Wednesday gave Tyler a once over and he seemed to give her one right back.
Tyler seemed less likely to bug out of his skin and he didn’t look like he was going to kneel over and die. He wasn’t as pale as before but he wasn’t as tan as he had been when they first met.
The new shade made his scars stand out even more and his eye color look more vibrant and Wednesday despised herself for thinking of how attractive he looked.
His hair was wild and longer, framing his face in a way that made Wednesday want to for some unknown reason to run her fingers through it.
Overall Tyler seemed to be in as good health as he could be and she still seemed to be cursed with these wretched feelings that have definitely not gone away.
Wednesday lowered her dagger when it became apparent Tyler was more than content to do nothing but stand there and stare at her.
She wondered what he was cataloging.
Wednesday had long since recovered from her spout of the black tears and the summer while it had treated her well hadn’t changed her that much.
The only noticeable thing was that Wednesday had gained as much color as an Addams could which wasn’t much and her freckles which usually went unnoticed had become much more apparent.
Perhaps that was what had Tyler staring at her almost spellbound?
Regardless it was becoming obvious that if she didn’t say anything they’d just keep staring at one another and while that didn’t sound too bad she didn’t want to remain here forever.
“Why are you here?,” Wednesday demanded, her eyes narrowed into thin slits.
“Why wouldn’t I be here?,” Tyler shot back.
“Considering the last I saw of you was you skipping town with Capri one would assume you had more important things to do,” Wednesday retorted.
“What could be more important than you?,” Tyler said, titled his head portraying every inch the picture of a confused puppy.
As if Wednesday would fall for that again. She shot him an unimpressed glare and he merely smiled brightly at her.
Some part of her ached at the once familiar grin he shot her. It had been novel to her back then to have someone actually engage with her with no fear for once and that was what made his betrayal even worse.
Wednesday didn’t even bother to address that ridiculously false statement even as her heart throbbed.
“Why are you here?,” Wednesday hated repeating herself but she tried again.
Tyler dropped that faux innocent expression and finally gave her an answer. “We have unfinished business to attend to.”
“Do we now,” Wednesday eyed him wondering what he meant.
“We do. We have had a conversation long since overdue,” Tyler’s voice was deadly serious, the look in his eyes calculating.
“You traveled who knows how many miles, somehow made your way onto our family’s estate and tracked me down all to have a conversation with me?,” Wednesday summarized incredulously.
“Exactly,” Tyler nodded.
Wednesday had no clue what to do but to go along with whatever insanity that this was. Seeing as Tyler wasn’t intent at the moment on attacking her she put her dagger back into her easily accessible sheath on her thigh.
It took everything she had not to flush at seeing the heated, interested look Tyler gave her.
“You wanted to talk so talk,” Wednesday firmly said, hoping he’d stop whatever game he was trying to play.
Wednesday already let him in once and he left with her heart. She wasn’t eager to find out what he could take from her this time.
“Fine,” Tyler gave in agreeably a bit too agreeably if you asked her. “I came here to clear the air between us because some things just didn’t make sense.”
“What things?,” Wednesday asked, frowning.
“You’re an Addams and Addams historically don’t shy away from the grim and monstrous which has me wondering why you did,” Tyler thought out loud as he approached her with the smooth gait of a predator mid hunt.
“I didn’t shy away, don't be ridiculous,” Wednesday snapped genuinely offended.
“Oh but you did,” Tyler corrected, jaw clenched tightly. “You saw what I was and you ran from me Wednesday.” He raised one hand to splay across his chest. “Which just hurt by the way.”
Wednesday could only roll her eyes at his dramatics but before she could correct him Tyler had continued.
“It wasn’t that I killed people that bothered you,” Tyler murmured as he began to circle her, staring at her with his amber lit eyes that almost seemed hungry. “It was because I hurt the people you were protecting.”
“Well done, do you want a prize for finally using your brain,” Wednesday jeered.
“But if it was just that then you wouldn’t have shut me out so firmly once you figured out what I was and who my master was,” Tyler kept speaking as if she hadn’t said anything.
His next words were what truly got her.
“No it was because I betrayed you and tricked you.”
Wednesday’s eyes and her body completely closed off. “Do remember where you are. You are on Addams ground and I could have you at my mercy at any time.”
“I didn’t want to hurt you. Okay maybe I thought a bit about it after the whole shed thing but I never actually wanted to,” Tyler sounded so sincere that it made Wednesday want to break something, maybe even him.
Especially him actually.
“You and your masters have hurt me more times than I can count. More times than you can claim I hurt you,” Wednesday coldly remarked back.
“That’s true,” Tyler had the decency to acknowledge looking appropriately guilty.
It was nice to know he at least had some sense.
“I’m sorry for all the things I put you through and all the times I was ordered to act against you,” Tyler had the look of a kicked puppy again.
Only this time it seemed to be real.
Keyword being seemed.
“It’s not your fault you have terrible luck when it comes to masters,” Wednesday dismissed his apology scoffing.
“I know. Which is why I came prepared,” Tyler’s ominous words made her tense up and stare at him quizzically.
“And what exactly does that mean,” Wednesday slowly asked, looking at him with piercing eyes.
Tyler stopped in front of her and in a careful telegraphed motion as if to not spook her he reached in his hoodie pocket and pulled something out.
In Tyler’s hands was the missing syringe she had prepared as a backup that she thought had been destroyed when she couldn’t find it.
At the time Wednesday had been smarting over her failed attempt at mastering him that she had simply chalked up the missing syringe to another loss.
Somehow Tyler had found it and not only that but he also brought it to her of all people.
“How do you get that?,” Wednesday’s eyes flicked from the syringe then back to him.
“You really need to be more careful with your things Wednesday," was all Tyler offered her. “You never know who could find them.”
Wednesday watched as Tyler titled the syringe and they both watched as the formula inside bubbled and sloshed at the motion.
Seeing as he wasn’t going to answer Wednesday changed her approach. “Why do you have that?”
“Isn’t it obvious cockroach,” Tyler murmured, his eyes dark and intent pinning her in place. “To finish what you started.”
Wednesday's mouth went dry and she felt goosebumps rise on her arms. She wasn't sure what she was feeling but Tyler nostrils flared and his pupils rapidly dilated from whatever he picked up.
“Why? We all know how that turned out the last time I tried,” Wednesday reasonably pointed out.
“Last time we had a bunch of unwanted interlopers. This time it’s just us. It will always be just us Wednesday,” Tyler seemed to relish in saying that.
Wednesday's heart seemed to still be frozen in her chest like the rest of her otherwise it would have fluttered at his seemingly romantic words.
“I don’t understand,” Wednesday admitted scanning his face for a sign of what exactly was happening. “Why on earth would you want me to be your master, especially after everything?”
“Because I love you,” Tyler said simply as if it was as easy as breathing, acting like he hadn’t shattered her view of the world.
Wednesday flinched as if she had been struck. She took a step back needing more than anything to get away but Tyler followed with a step forward matching her.
He was always somehow matching her, meeting her blow for blow.
“I told you in Willow Hill remember?,” the look on Tyler’s face was nothing short of feral. “We’re two black hearted souls ready to pillage the world together.”
Wednesday remembered him saying that. She had played those words over and over in her head on loop when she left wondering when exactly Tyler had changed and what version of him was the real one.
She supposed she finally had her answer now.
Tyler Galpin was both monster and boy and he delighted in his own complexity. Unlike his mother who resented it he relished in the power that his other form gave him.
Tyler had changed due to his circumstances but he was still unapologetically himself. He could be sweet and kind just as easily as he could eagerly tear a man’s head from his body.
There was no one or the other, he was both.
That was simply who he was and oh did she love him.
Wednesday loved him so much that it damn near broke her.
Wednesday knew it hadn’t been all fake between them and that was what stung the most. She could forgive him for being forced to follow orders but him playing with her heart was unacceptable.
Not only once but twice Tyler had been forced to put her in life threatening situations and this year unlike the previous one he had actually been present.
The look on his face as he watched her be buried alive lived rent free in her mind.
Seeing him now after everything only showed her just how much he meant it all.
Tyler had settled for having her in any way he could. He knew after how they ended things right before she visited him that he would only be getting her anger so he set out to make sure her attention stayed on him and only him.
Now Tyler seemed to be after something completely different. He seemed to be gunning for all of her.
“You know I’m right. We belong together Wednesday you know we do,” Tyler’s words were coming out almost fanatically. “There’s no better match for you than me. We compliment each other.”
Nothing Tyler was saying was false and it scared her.
It scared her how badly Wednesday wanted this.
Wednesday swallowed and right before she could take another step back Tyler moved forward and pressed their foreheads together making sure to keep the syringe carefully angled away from their bodies.
They locked eyes and it felt like the world stopped.
“Wednesday. Wednesday,” Tyler seemed to sigh her name as if he only said it to say it. As if hearing it out loud made him happy.
Wednesday shuddered feeling helplessly caught and Tyler pressed closer in response. His tall form completely eclipsed hers.
“I know you feel the same. I know you do,” Tyler insisted, their breaths mixing together. “I’ll make it up to you, I swear. Just please let me back in.”
He was baring his heart to her and Wednesday knew he meant every word and yet she hesitated to do the same. She didn’t want to get hurt again. Honestly she didn’t think she could handle it.
Tyler pressed even tighter against her that it made her head hurt from the pressure. It was as if he was trying to mold their bodies into one just as she’d seen her parents do on occasion.
That more than anything was what convinced her.
Wednesday closed her eyes tightly as it all hit her at once and exhaled shakily as her decision for better or for worse was now made.
“Wednesday?,” Tyler murmured.
“Frumps only love once,” Wednesday tried her best to explain. “And Ravens typically end up alone so when I manifested as a Raven I knew that whenever I gave my heart to someone that it would end in tragedy.”
“It’s why I was so hurt that you proved me right. Yet here you are saying you love me and you’re acting just as in love with me as my father is with my mother-,” beneath Wednesday's closed eyelids her eyes were growing wet.
“I do love you,” Tyler interrupted his voice bordering on an inhuman growl making her eyes snap open. The pure unhinged devotion on his face made a few tears fall free.
“I love you so much that I spent weeks stalking you before approaching you. I would burn the world to the ground for you. I would do anything you ask, even rip my heart out of my chest if I thought it would make you happy.”
Wednesday blinked rapidly as more tears fell. It felt like he was taking her apart just as quickly as he was putting her back together.
“I would slaughter anyone that even looks at you in the wrong way. It would take an entire army to pull me away from you and even then they wouldn’t be able to separate me from you. Nothing will keep me away from you.”
With his free hand Tyler wiped away the tears off her face. He cupped her face and tilted it up so he could see it better. She must have looked a mess but he looked just as enchanted as he did when he first saw her.
“I will have you in whatever way I can but I will have you Wednesday Addams,” Tyler swore. “I will never give up.”
Wednesday blinked rapidly before nodding in quick succession. “Okay.”
“Okay?,” Tyler looked so hopeful that it almost physically hurt.
“I’ll do it, give me that damn syringe,” Wednesday demanded as she pulled away just enough so that she could scrub her face.
Tyler smiled as bright as the sun itself as he offered her the syringe. “I know it’s no church in front of your friends but hopefully the attendance of your deceased family and the fact that it's in a graveyard makes up for it.”
“You really did plan this,” Wednesday's eyebrows shot up in surprise.
“I had to time it perfectly. My cockroach only deserves the best after all,” Tyer smirked down at her and she could only smirk back.
Wednesday grabbed the syringe and Tyler rolled up his sleeve on one hand and offered his arm. She lined up the needle to his vein.
“I will not be like your other masters,” Wednesday warned him. “Not even death will free you from me.”
Tyler gave her a smile that was nothing but psychotic showing off his too sharp inhuman teeth. “That’s what I’m counting on.”
Wednesday, pleased by that answer gave no warning as she abruptly pushed the plunger down swiftly. The effects were immediate as Tyler’s body began to shake and jerk around violently.
She watched and was fascinated when she could feel the connection forming between them. Him and her were becoming so intertwined that it seemed impossible to untangle them.
Wednesday could feel Tyler’s joy on top of her own satisfaction when the bond finally settled into place. Tyler let out a loud laugh as he spun her around.
In a daring move that any other day would have gotten him stabbed he dipped her and leaned down. Wednesday met him halfway and connected their lips together.
Their first kiss was as sweet and innocent as it could have been considering who they were. This was the direct opposite. This kiss felt as if they were trying to devour each other whole.
When they pulled away they were both panting and clutching at one another so tightly they risked ripping their clothes.
Feeling Tyler’s apparent never ending hunger for her only made her own hunger for him grow. Wednesday threw the syringe over her shoulder to be dealt with later. Tyler smiled in response as he backed her into a gravestone to keep kissing her senseless.
With every push Tyler countered and with every pull he followed Wednesday decided that it had all been worth it. Every single second if it had led them here.
Whatever she was feeling spurred him on even more.
Things got a bit hazy from there if Wednesday was being honest.
Wednesday didn't exactly remember how but they somehow made it to her room and they thoroughly put her silencing wards to the test that night.
Repeatedly.
Tyler was more than eager to show her exactly what he felt for her and how much and Wednesday was never one to back away from a challenge.
Wednesday was always better at showing things with her actions than her words anyway.
They only stopped when the sun just barely started to show in the sky and even then Wednesday still felt Tyler’s desire burning brightly for her.
Something told her that feeling would never go away.
As Tyler held her close and Wednesday traced mindless patterns into his chest all she could think of was the term Folie à deux.
Truly if she had to share this madness with anyone she was glad it was him.
Honestly Wednesday would have it no other way.