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“Duh dun du dun- duh dun du dun!” Tyler sang loudly, carrying Wednesday over the threshold to his bathroom. She was in her mother’s wedding dress, and Tyler seemed very drunk. He wore a goofy grin on his face and kept spinning her around while she struggled in his arms. He finally flopped her down on the bed and lay his body over her, kissing every piece of exposed skin he could.
“Tyler, stop!” Wednesday snapped, trying to push him off. “You’re acting like a fool!”
“I am a fool, Wednesday,” Tyler said, lifting up her skirt to kiss her thighs and unroll her stockings. “A fool who is madly in love and just became the happiest man in the world,” Tyler said, smiling wildly.
Their wedding had been a simple affair. Family only. Wednesday wore her mother's dark black wool dress in lieu of a wedding dress due to the short notice. It wasn’t fancy or over the top. It has etchings of deep purple flowers along the trim and was serviceable as something for a happier affair. It wasn’t the grand dress her mother had wanted, but Tyler had treated it like it was, and she was the most beautiful thing in the world. Tyler had smiled and laughed the whole time and seemed to never want to stop kissing her. Now he was undressing her with fervor and frenzied lust. He removed her stockings and kissed her ankle, then the calf, then her thigh before moving to the other.
“Tyler!” Wednesday hissed, trying not to moan as he sucked a bruise on her thigh.
“Yes?” Tyler asked with a glint in his eyes.
“We are in your father's house, please try to be more subdued… oh god!” Wednesday squeaked when Tyler shoved his head under her skirt and licked a stripe between her legs. She felt his tongue lengthen and engorge into her. The noises were obscene, and Wednesday was trying to hold back her moans and whimpers as his tongue reached far back into her. Tyler continued his assault, nipping and sucking on her folds and her bud, making her squirm. She grabbed his locks to pull him away, but he gripped her thighs to stay locked in her. He was determined to get her to cum, and Wednesday finally let herself with a soft moan she tried to suppress.
“Tyler~” Wednesday moaned softly.
Tyler looked up and licked his lips. He looked crazed and elated. He sprang on top of her, helping her strip away her dress while he tossed his clothes into a pile. Once she was bare, Tyler latched his mouth onto her body, biting and sucking new bruises that had begun to fade in the two weeks he had not touched her since the new moon. She felt how much he had missed her almost instantly.
“Tyler, mmrph~ Your dad~”
“I haven’t heard you since that night in the woods. You had to be quiet in the barn, and I haven’t touched you since then. Its been 2 weeks Wednesday, I don’t care if all of this miserable town hears. I just want them to know who you belong to now.” Tyler covered her mouth and swallowed all her protests. He thrust into her for the first time that night, not letting her adjust to his size. He fucked her like he was crazed and starved of her. Tyler buried his face in her neck and lavished her throat with his teeth and her breasts with his hands. She felt him lock in with her first orgasm, which left her screaming and cumming over the sheets.
Tyler interlaced their fingers and rested his forehead on hers. Wednesday opened her eyes to stare into his. There was intimacy there. More than they had had in the barn together. A bond was forming. Not love. Not yet. But maybe someday. She felt everything slowing down as Tyler cupped her face and looked into her eyes as if searching for something. She never broke his gaze until she felt the swelling again. He panted and moved her hand to the back of his neck and the other to his back. Once he was sure of her grip and his lock. Tyler leaned up and grabbed the headboard for leverage.
He started slowly and methodically, finding which spots made her cry out the most and which made her whimper. She heard the bed creak and groan with every thrust, every pound. She scratched his back and tugged his hair as if to keep herself grounded. She wanted this to last forever. Wanted her life to be with them together, she heard another creak and a loud cracking. She opened her eyes to see Tyler scrunching his face and his hands gripping the now splintered headboard. The bed then cracked again, and the legs gave out.
“Fuck!” Tyler cursed, either from the release or the bed.
“Don’t stop!” Wednesday panted when she felt him shift his hips.
“But…”
"Stop, and I will kill you,” Wednesday said, and Tyler’s eyes flashed ferally as he snarled and dropped back on top of her, kissing her and locking in again.
Wednesday didn’t remember much after that, only how everything she felt was widely known, and she couldn’t find the effort to care. According to her mother, Wednesday screamed like a banshee long into the night.
“Fuck! Tyler! Yes!”
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Wednesday woke from her dream and memory, stretching, feeling a warm, heavy arm around her, placed protectively over her belly. Wednesday mumbled, and Tyler stirred.
“Either there are three or four of our little spawn in there, or these are the squirmiest children I have ever felt,” Tyler mumbled as Wednesday rolled on her back and Tyler moved his head to her stomach.
“With how much cum you give me, and your hormones making me drop more eggs, I’ll go with the former. I’m just ready for them to be out.” Wednesday moaned. “Also, no more, after this.”
“Fine…” Tyler trailed off. “Today's the day.”
“Yea,” Wednesday said. She was unsure if her plan would work, but it was their best chance. Tyler had built their home far enough from the town that they shouldn’t have to flee, should things go wrong, and Tyler had helped the rest of the outcasts, and Joel, move further into the woods. They had their own community of witches, sirens, and werewolves. Their children would grow up knowing little hate, in a flourishing environment that allows the strongest outcasts to thrive.
“Do you think you’ll miss your father?” Wednesday asked.
“No,” Tyler said without hesitation. “He never tried to be a part of our family and was not the greatest dad. He doesn’t deserve to know his grandchildren.” Tyler said, finality lacing his voice. Wednesday knew he loved his children. Loved her. It was like he was making up for the love he never had by giving every ounce to them.
Tyler kissed her stomach again, then over her body. He moved up to her mouth and rubbed his hands down between her legs. Wednesday grabbed his hand, stopping him. It hurt her as much as it hurt him to deny sex, but…
“Sex could induce pregnancy early,” Wednesday explained, and Tyler groaned. As if sparing them both from continuing. Lilith and Viper woke up and cried out for their parents. Both of them groaned and walked over to care for their little ones. There were no signs of magic in their veins yet, but Wednesday held out hope. She was a late bloomer as well. Wednesday lifted Lilith up and took her to her feeding chair. She placed the baby’s mixture of herbs and oats in front of her while Lilith giggled and babbled.
“Mother agreed to stay with them until we are successful,” Wednesday said, helping feed her daughter. “She also agreed to help while we get settled with the new little ones.”
“Have you thought of names?” Tyler asked.
“We don’t know the genders yet,” Wednesday said, holding up the spoon for Lilith to bite into it. “Seems impractical.”
“I guess. Still, I’m hopeful. I would prefer not to be outnumbered in the house. With the girls teething, they…ow!” Tyler said as Viper bit down on his finger and Wednesday tried to cover her smile. “Seem to take your side, and I’ll be outsmarted if they inherited half your intelligence.”
“Enid hopes one of us has a boy so our children can marry at some point,” Wednesday said flatly. She cupped Lilith’s face, who cooed and reached for her. Wednesday picked her up and kissed her face.
“Are you sure this is what's best?” Tyler asked.
“Yes, let's burn it all down,” Wednesday said, looking into her daughter's brown eyes, and she swore she could see flames flickering in the young girl's eyes.
Bloodthirsty, just like her father.
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The ritual was the most complex thing Wednesday had done in her life. Minister Galpin was tied up inside a large wicker man in the center of a circle in the dirt. Runes for death, destruction, and chaos were lining the circle. Dirt dusted with ground silver and blood from rabbits. Wednesday and Enid had drunk a concoction of ground cinnamon, chili peppers, and raw eggs. Everything about this was made to suffer. Wednesday and Enid had to suffer childbirth, Bianca, Ajax, Joel, and Tyler had to suffer the smell, and Minister Galpin had to suffer during his death. When spirits and deities saw the willingness to suffer, they paid attention. Bianca, Ajax, Joel, and Tyler knew the chants and not to break formation under any circumstances.
“The Lord will smite thee! All of thee! This will not spare you from hell! The spawn you bring into this world will be my vengeance!” Minister Galpin chanted. “Lord as my shepherd, deliver me unto your arms and spare me from this hellish…”
Galpin's chants were cut off by Wednesday’s howl of pain. The blood needed was leaking down her legs and out of her body. There were claws digging their way out of her body, and pain shooting through her. This better be worth every ounce of what she was doing. A future for her family, for all outcasts.
Wednesday hated doing this alone. She couldn’t hold Tyler’s hand or Enid's. She had to do this.
Wednesday heard the chanting start as the moon rose. She cried and screamed, drowning out both chanting and Minister Galpin's prayers. She wanted to die in that moment, but she couldn’t. She could make it, she could do this. She was an Addams, goddamn it.
The moon rose higher and higher, and Wednesday and Enid screamed.
“NOW!” Wednesday cried out, and Pugsley fired an arrow, lighting up the wicker man. Ajax and Tyler finally stopped chanting. Joel and Tyler ran to Wednesday's side, gathering bloody rags and helping it spread in the dirt, and throwing them into the fire.
Wednesday had never heard her children scream at the crackle of the wood and other screams. Minister Galpin still prayed loudly. It was fruitless; Wednesday was sure it had worked. The fire would spread along with the smoke, and the whole town would be burned to a crisp.
The spell was simply to make the whole town sleep through the whole ordeal and make the flames spread farther, wider, and faster. Wednesday felt something in her finally give. She let out a final scream and let the smoke and flames take her under. The blood from her children would keep it from burning out until every last house was burned. They would be born in fire but live in a world that would not fear them.
“Tyler!” Minister Galpin’s call to his son pierced briefly through everything. Tyler didn’t turn; he was solely focused on Wednesday. On being with her. He cradled her head and helped her breathe through it. His eyes shone in the light, and Wednesday knew he was going to stay till the bitter end. She had made the right choice being with him. He reminded her of that every day.
Slowly, the smoke filled her vision as she felt her last child come into the world. Three… that makes us 7. 3, 5, and 7, magical numbers. Let this work.
Wednesday knew the risk that someone's human sacrifice needed another's blood. Blood with magic. Something she was willing to do if it meant this was all over. She let the darkness take her.
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By the time she came to, she was on a hill overlooking the town. She opened her eyes to see the entire town and settlement engulfed in flames. Screams echoed into the night. Wednesday overlooked the chaos and destruction, then turned to see Tyler next to her. No children
“Enid?”
“Safe, resting.”
“Our babies?”
“All alive and well, I was worried about you, though.” Tyler kissed her braids. “I had Joel and Pugsley take them back to the home while you rested. I figured you’d want to watch for a little bit,” Tyler whispered, and Wednesday shook her head.
“Home.”
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“9 months, a ritual, and the destruction of my body, and all three of them come out looking like their idiot father,” Wednesday grumbled, looking down. Viper and Lilith had at least looked like her. Nero, Dante, and Dahlia all looked like small Tylers. It wasn’t fair.
“You know it might be so the father can recognize the children as his when it comes to the scientific view.” Joel piped up. Wednesday shot him a glare, and he turned away.
“Like that was ever in question.” Tyler chuckled.
“If they inherit your brains as well, I’m leaving them on the steps of a church,” Wednesday mumbled, picking up Dahlia first.
The Galpin house was alive with people. Enid's litter of 3, the whole of the Addams clan, Bianca, Ajax, and, of course, Joel. It was the most they had ever had, and Wednesday was annoyed more than anything. She wanted to rest, but for a month, there was no rest. Not while a settlement had to be rebuilt, new babies had to be cared for, and Morticia had to be kicked away from her grandchildren every five minutes. By the time they were back to privacy, Wednesday had turned to thoughts of homicide.
The settlement rebuilding had taken longer than expected, but it was coming along. Enid was delighted to be a mother with Wednesday. Joel had proved surprisingly helpful with rebuilding and planning, along with Tyler. Wednesday was glad they had spared him. The more they grew, the more the three looked like Tyler. Golden curly hair this time with big expressive eyes. Wednesday had to admit that, looking down at Dante and Nero, she loved seeing so much of their father in them. Dahlia also kept her black hair, but it was straight this time, and her eyes were the only ones of the five children with green in the center. Tyler claimed he never played favorites, but Wednesday knew if he had to choose. Dahlia was everything he wanted.
“I’m still outnumbered,” Tyler bemoaned.
“Would you have preferred Dahlia be a boy?” Wednesday asked.
“No, I know no matter how many boys they would all be as smart as you and thus be able to outwit me,” Tyler said teasingly. “It’s strange not having anyone to kill anymore.”
“We’ll find people.”
“I know, but I want some time to be with them for a bit, be with you for a bit,” Tyler whispered, kissing her cheek and stroking Dante’s face as he nursed on Wednesday. “Do you think your aunt could have planned this with the spell?”
“No, she never thought that big or that far ahead,” Wednesday said. Neither did I, that was a thought she could keep to herself. She could never have dreamed any of this. Destroying the town was one thing, but being a mother and bride to monsters was another. Wednesday knew she wouldn’t trade this for anything, though. The world was hers to conquer, and they had people to inherit it now. Why stop at the town? She could raise powerful witches and Hydes to spread more chaos and destruction. For now, they had to be patient and let the little ones grow; chaos and destruction could wait a year or two. Patience to teach and study their next targets. Wednesday looked over to where Lilith and Viper were sleeping while she held Dante. Viper yawned, revealing a row of sharp, pointed teeth. Monsters indeed. Her magic, his bloodlust. Wednesday met Tyler's eyes, and she smiled.
She was glad to see he shared her point of view.