Month 7
Life at the Addams family manor had settled considerably since their arrival. To the point where Remus no longer growled at the house whenever it slammed a door on him, and Max had started to become accustomed to the fact that Wednesday and Pugsley seemed perfectly content throwing dangerous weapons at one another.
Or at Pubert who at three years old somehow seemed more deviant than the sociopath that was their future sister-in-law.
But one thing they couldn't get used to was the endless amounts of love the Addams' seemed to have for one another, that was of course with the acceptation of Wednesday.
Unless you're referring to Wednesday's love for Enid in which case that was an endless spiral of devotion that everyone but Enid noticed.
But the warmth and comfort of a mother, and the guiding hand of a good father, that, that was creepiest thing in the house.
And considering they had objects in the house that acted like the characters out of a fucking Disney film that said a lot.
Remus had at some point in his life adored his mother hanging onto every word and syllable that she spoke. That ended when he realised that he did not get the same in return, when he realised that she didn't love him the same way in return. But based on his limited knowledge he assumed that was simply how mothers were, dismissive and too busy to listen to their children and their endless rambles about everything and nothing.
That was at least until he was at dinner and Gomez asked him a question about TV that he had funded, by forcing money into his hands and what he was watching, that he began to ramble about the Marvel movies. He stopped when he realised what he was doing coughing uncomfortably, assuming that they didn't want to hear about his interests until Morticia gently squeezed his arm and encouraged him to continue.
It was fucking weird.
Chris was the families resident dumbass and as such he didn't have any experience with paternal figures beyond the traditional insults and comments about his lack of intelligence. He didn't really beyond his siblings understand family love.
That was however until Gomez found him one afternoon as he was exploring the Manor thrusting a sword into his hand challenging him to a duel. It took him a moment but by the end of it he was thriving, it seems like he'd finally found something that he was good at. And on top of that Gomez praised him, praised him. He almost passed out, it was something so foreign that he assumed he'd gone made or was dreaming but that wasn't it. Gomez was actually proud of his abilities.
How fucking strange.
Nikolai was the third of eight and beyond his name he wasn't sure his mother even knew that he existed. He assumed she didn't because the last memory of an interaction shared between them contained him at eleven years old. He'd become so used to it.
Which was why it was all categories of strange how Morticia not only knew his name but invited him into the greenhouse with her. She wanted to spend time with him, and she didn't mistake him for one of his brothers, actively engaging with his thoughts and questions entertaining his ideas.
How odd.
Danny never engaged with his father, never knew what it was to have a male authority figure nor a guiding hand. He had for a time been the embodiment for reason for women to become lesbians and he'd admit that, he was awful and his father was well for lack of a better phrase both emotionally and physically absent.
Until he saw Gomez with Morticia, and his complete and utter devotion, to her. Gomez was a good looking man and had gone through his own playboy days but Morticia he worshipped the ground she walked on and she was completely enamoured by him. Hence his tentative questions about how Gomez did it.
Anything his lacked in a father before that Gomez made up for, teaching him everything. Anything and everything that a man should know.
It was weird to finally have what he always desired in a father in a man that many criticised.
Max was constantly on guard, he had to be protecting his sibling albeit it he would admit he had lacked greatly in that department in recent years, but he had been battling with the idea of not being able to be emotionally vulnerable for fear of mockery for years. He assumed that that was what would make him a man, being tough, strong. And anything else would be met by criticism and insults.
Until he found himself overwhelmed by emotion in Morticia's immediate vicinity and rather than tell him to man up and move on she embraced him, encouraged him. She listened and she didn't judge, he was awestruck by the notion that he was aloud to be vulnerable. That she would not only accept it but help him, and comfort him herself.
It was cooky that a family so often insulted themselves for their love of darker themes to be so emotionally exposed, and communicative.
William was used to mockery, his family constantly marking him the default outcast, even after he shifted they still degraded his abilities. He assumed that was what family was, what they did insult one another to make them better.
That was at least until he missed a step while sparring with Gomez flinching as he expected an insult to be hurled his way, only to see Gomez horrified at the insinuation that anyone would ever insult their children.
It was spooky, that a family so often regarded as awful would unlike most families care for the emotional and mental wellbeing of their children so fiercely.
Colin expected to be ignored, introduced and forgotten about, that was exactly his expectation, and expectation based on experience. In fact his had a fond memory of his mother forgetting to even introduce him while out. He was nothing but a placeholder.
He never expected Gomez to go out of his way to invite him to play a little golf off of the balcony, him specifically without any of his brothers. He wasn't a placeholder to him, he was a real person with thoughts and desires.
It was ooky that people expect such a disregard from a family that despite going against what was considered normal, were so fond and involved with their children.
"Your brothers seem to be settling I well." Enid nodded glancing slyly at Wednesday as they watched the boys all playing football, something they'd introduced to Gomez in the backyard.
"Yeah and now that there's an Xbox, they'll never leave." Wednesday hummed, she liked the thought of that, Enid spending the rest of her life here with Wednesday, although she'd never openly admit it.
"I'm sure mother and father will be pleased by that."