Tenebrae Et Lux Ch. 6 (Patreon)

Content Warnings: Bondage, Spanking, Anal, Teasing, Edging, Multiple Orgasms

Harry raised his lit wand in the air to provide them with some light as they walked through the dark forest. It was a cloudy moonless night, the worst time to be walking through a dense forest populated by everything from angry centaurs to flesh-eating murderous spiders. But they were on a timeline, which meant diving headfirst into danger with only a single day’s preparation.

Complacency by the Ministry and the Wizarding Population enabled Voldemort’s rapid ascent to power after he came back to life. Harry wouldn’t make the same mistake again. If his nemesis had indeed returned, he planned to find and stop him before it was too late.

“The Acromantulas dump their dead in one particular spot at the edge of their colony. If we’re lucky, we shall find a fresh carcass and not have to face the entire colony.”

“How do you know so much about them?” Harry asked. Wednesday had spent the day giving them a crash course on everything from Acromantula mating habits to what they did with their dead. Learning the latter was what prompted their current plan. Instead of facing Aragog’s rabid children, they’d try finding a freshly deceased Acromantula and extract its venom. Harry just wished he had a vial of Felix Felicis lying around to ensure they succeeded. Remembering Aragog’s burial reminded him of something concerning. “Hagrid once told me they eat their dead. You said they keep them around. Which is it?”

“They do,” Wednesday replied simply. “But they weave the dead Acromantulas into a cocoon made from special silk that contains a venom that tenderizes the flesh. They then leave the bodies in a designated spot for a few days.”

“The admiration in your voice is slightly concerning,” Harry teased, slowing down to let her catch up with him. He gently grasped her hand and threaded their fingers together. Wednesday tensed but didn’t say anything, a small concession on her part after the way she had treated him all day.

“I admire the efficiency. Waste not, want not. It’s far more effective than burials,” Wednesday murmured with a shrug. On her shoulder, Thing turned towards Harry with what he could only presume was a bemused expression.

Harry looked at the disembodied hand with an expression that said, ‘Yeah, I can’t believe she’s the girl I fell for either.'

“Why didn’t you ask Hagrid to accompany us? He probably knows the spot already and would have saved us a lot of time and effort.”

“The Acromantulas are a sore topic for him,” Harry replied softly. “Aragog was Hagrid’s first friend and the father of this colony. He died a few years ago and his children wanted to eat him. When Hagrid snatched Aragog’s body for a proper burial, they attacked him. It was the first time they had done something like that. He told me that the entire colony hates him now and that he’s never ventured into this part of the forest since Aragog’s death. I didn’t want to reopen old wounds if I could help it. He’s suffered enough,” Harry murmured. “Plus, I’m sure they’re all very familiar with his scent. We might be able to sneak around unnoticed. I doubt he could do the same.”

“Why do you care so much?” Wednesday asked, staring up at him with an inscrutable expression on his face.

“About?”

“Me… Hagrid… everyone,” Wednesday mumbled. When Enid had woken her up that morning, she had found herself nestled comfortably in his arms. The sheer intimacy of having spent a night with him had terrified her and she had fled without a word and kept her distance the entire day, insisting they plan for their excursion in the library instead of his bedroom or even the small Common Room he shared with Hermione. She could see that her actions had hurt him, but she had no idea how to address what had happened so she simply avoided it in the hopes that it would be forgotten. “It’s disgusting,” she added half-heartedly.

“Do you think I’m disgusting?” Harry asked softly.

‘NO!’ Wednesday wanted to scream, but her tongue betrayed her. “I didn’t say that,” she said gruffly. “I said your coddling and protectiveness of everyone around you was disgusting.”

“Is that why you locked yourself in my bathroom for an hour after Enid woke us up? So you could wash away my metaphorical stench?”

Wednesday didn’t say anything. She had done it because she didn’t want him to see her while she had a panic attack. He had stayed by the door the entire time nonetheless, talking to her over the sound of the running water.

“And then you ran out without a word.”

“Because you wouldn’t leave me alone when I asked you to. You were getting on my nerves and I wanted to get away from you,” Wednesday replied coldly.

Harry sighed and released his hold on her hand.

Thing tugged on her cloak.

What?! Wednesday glared at her familiar.

Seriously? Thing gestured.

He’s acting like we’re in a relationship. We are not!

I don’t have eyes and I can see you love him. Would it be so bad if you show it?

Shut up.

Nevertheless, Wednesday reached out with her hand, but before she could grab his, he pushed it into the pocket of his trousers.

I tried.

Thing huffed and jumped off her shoulder.

“We’re here,” Harry said. The forest floor abruptly changed from soil and moss to a fine tangle of white silk, the spider webs extending off into the gloom. Every tree was covered white and Harry could spot traps between them. Luckily they were all empty, which meant the Acromantulas had to go out and hunt, increasing their chances of finishing their mission undetected.

Instead of venturing deeper into the colony, they started walking around its perimeter, trying to find the spot where the spiders dumped bodies for future consumption. They did not have to walk long. Within minutes they chanced upon a large clearing containing a nest of silvery translucent eggs surrounded by several massive silk cocoons.

“Eggs?” Harry whispered.

“Makes sense. This way, there is a ready food source for the younglings as soon as they hatch.” Wednesday did not mention that all nests with eggs were usually protected by a guardian. With luck, they’d be able to find a fresh carcass, extract venom, and leave without alerting the Acromantula on guard duty.

Luck, it seemed, was indeed on their side.

The second cocoon that Harry approached was freshly spun. The strings were still sticky and had not yet dried, and the spider’s head poking out of it did not look as desiccated as some of the others. Harry pulled out the small glass vial from his pocket and held it against the Acromantula’s pincers, gently squeezing them. He sighed in relief when he saw a steady stream of venom flow out of them, and before long, the vial was completely filled. He pressed a cork into its opening and sealed it securely with a whispered spell.

“I got it. Let’s go, Wednesday,” he hissed, turning to see that the girl was no longer next to him. He looked around, his eyes widening when he realized she was walking towards the eggs in the very center of the clearing. “Wednesday,” he raised his voice slightly to attract her attention. He failed.

The sound of rustling drew his attention to the trees at the edge of the clearing. Before he could react, an Acromantula the size of a car burst out of the treeline and slammed into Wednesday, pinning her to the ground. It screeched, alerting the rest of its family to the intruders in their colony.

“Wednesday!” Harry shouted, watching in horror as the spider stabbed her in the shoulder with one of its barbed legs, using it to lift the struggling, groaning girl into the air.

Harry and Thing leaped into action at the same time. Thing scampered onto the spider’s head and began poking each of its numerous eyes in turn. Harry meanwhile bent and aimed his wand at the Acromantula’s relatively unprotected underbelly.

The Diffindo sliced a huge gash in the creature’s abdomen. Purple foul-smelling blood dripped out of the wound and stained the white webs on the forest floor. The Acromantula screeched and flailed helplessly, and Harry took advantage of its confused state to run up to Wednesday and pull her free.

Harry swept her off her feet and carried her out of the clearing, running as fast as his legs would carry him. Although it was difficult to judge in the darkness, she looked paler than usual and seemed to be losing blood at an alarming rate. The wound was too high to have damaged her heart, but he had no way of knowing if the Acromantula’s leg had pierced an artery or something equally vital.

He sped through the forest, stumbling over exposed roots and rocks but never once slowing down or losing his grip on her limp body. He only stopped to catch his breath once he cleared the treeline and emerged close to Hagrid’s hut.

It was dark. Hagrid was not home, but he didn’t have a better choice. He didn’t want to risk the journey to the Hospital Wing without first stopping the bleeding. He walked up the stairs and kicked open the door, using muscle memory to walk to the sofa by the window.

He set Wednesday down on it before walking over to the tea cabinet to retrieve the box of potions Hagrid had decided to stock after Buckbeak had attacked Malfoy.

“Lumos,” he whispered, his voice shaky. He held his wand close to the box as his trembling fingers sorted through the vials until he found the ones he wanted. He wrenched out the corks before running over to the couch and kneeling next to Wednesday. He dropped his wand, using his hand to prop up her head while the other one pressed the vial against her lips and forced her to drink the Blood-Replenishing Potion. He then emptied an entire vial of QwikClot Potion directly onto her wound.

Once that task was done and she was not in any imminent danger of bleeding to death, Harry stood. His cloak was soaked with her blood, the wet fabric clinging uncomfortably to his body. He still needed to stop the bleeding, but before he did that, he needed light.

Harry picked up his wand and kneeled by the small fireplace, expertly lighting a fire. Working off pure adrenaline, he checked to make sure the Acromantulas had not followed them before shutting the door to the hut.

He walked over to the couch. Wednesday had mostly regained consciousness but she kept staring at the ceiling, refusing to look at him. He reached out to look at her wound but she crossed her arms with a quiet hiss, her face contorted with pain.

“What’re you doing?”

“I can take care of myself.”

“Like you did in the forest?! Going deeper into the clearing to look at the eggs was reckless and you know it. We nearly died!”

“I’d never have gotten a chance to study Acromantula eggs again! Who told you to come and rescue me? You had the venom. You could have left,” Wednesday challenged. “We are not dating. You are my dominant. We don’t have a nauseating relationship where we cuddle and have revolting nicknames for each other. You don’t have to protect me. You aren’t allowed to take care of me,” Wednesday said tearfully, keeping her arms crossed despite the immense pain. She still hadn’t forgotten what had happened the last time someone had promised to look after her. “I made a bad decision. Curiosity kills the cat. You should have let me die.”

“Wednesday.” Harry took a deep breath. “I don’t care if we never have a normal relationship. I don’t care that you’ll never be my girlfriend. I don’t mind us having firm roles as dominant and submissive for the entirety of our relationship.” He glared at her, his bright green eyes shining with unshed tears. “You want me to enforce a power dynamic both in and out of the bedroom? I’m learning how to do that for you. I’m okay with it because it means being with you! But I will never be okay with using your body without caring for your physical and mental health. I will never be okay with leaving you alone when you’re clearly having a panic attack or letting you bleed out on a couch!” Harry growled, pushing a hand through his messy hair in frustration.

He pushed himself off the couch and kneeled in front of her, his face serious. “Do you want me?”

“Yes,” Wednesday whispered, her voice barely a whisper.

“Then you’ll have to take all of me, Wednesday Addams, not just the fun kinky bits.”

“My first and only boyfriend was a monster. Literally and figuratively,” Wednesday whispered, her dark eyes silently begging Harry not to leave. “He hurt Enid…”

“I am not him. And I am not your boyfriend,” Harry murmured, reaching out with his hand to tuck a stray strand of her hair behind an ear. “You can be a brat all day long. Disobey me, break my rules, and do what you want. But you do not get to stop me from caring about you.”

Wednesday stayed silent, confused by the depth of emotion in his voice. He truly cared, she realized, the panic bubbling in her chest once more. She had a choice, it seemed. Stay in her comfort zone and lose him, or compromise, just as he had for her.

‘That’s the secret to a successful relationship, my precious storm cloud,’ she could hear her father’s voice in her head. ‘Compromise.’

Wednesday slowly unwrapped her arms from around her body, letting him study her wounded shoulder.

“I’d argue I deserve the pain after I put us in danger,” Wednesday said. She leaned back into Hagrid’s couch, still too woozy from the constant blood loss to sit upright.

“I decide the punishment for your recklessness Miss Addams,” Harry said curtly. “Not you.” He reached up and pulled out Hagrid’s first aid kit from the shelf above his stove. “Will Thing be alright?”

Wednesday nodded. “This wasn’t the first time he’s bailed me out of a dangerous situation. He can take care of himself. I told him to return to the Head Dormitory in case we get separated. He’s probably telling Enid and Hermione everything that happened at this very moment,” Wednesday replied tiredly.

Harry retrieved cotton pads and a roll of bandages from the box. He sliced open her cloak and blouse with a carefully placed Diffindo, discarding them and her bra before starting to work on staunching the bleeding from her wound.

“Sir?”

“Yes, Wednesday?”

“Thank you for saving me.”

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The Next Day:

“Hey,” Harry murmured, walking into his bedroom with a box in his hands.

“Hi,” Wednesday murmured, her normally pale cheeks uncharacteristically pink. She was propped up on pillows in his bed, reading a book that she now shut and placed on the nightstand next to her.

“Where’s Thing?”

“Helping Hermione steal the remaining ingredients she needs for the ritual.”

She had spent the night asleep in his arms once more, except this time when she woke, there was no panic. Just a calm acceptance of their changed dynamic. Her body was his to do with as he pleased, even if that something was changing the dressing on her wound after bathing her.

Her dominant was a strange man indeed. She wondered if this was how her mother felt when her sickeningly sweet father doted on her.

“You drank the soup I sent with Enid?”

Wednesday nodded and pointed to the empty bowl on his desk. She had debated going hungry just to see what punishment it earned her but found she didn’t have the heart to push his buttons anymore. Not after he was already so worried about her.

“Where were you?”

“I had to pretend to go to the owlery. Ron gets far too excited whenever I get a big package. He wanted me to open this right in the Great Hall.” Harry held up the box in his arms. “So I lied and told him George sent it to me by mistake and I had to send it back,” Harry explained, setting the heavy wooden box on his desk.

“What is it?” Wednesday asked, watching him push open the lid and study the contents of the chest.

“Just some things I ordered for us.” He padded over to the bed and sat down on the edge, next to her. “How’s your wound?” he asked, gently pushing aside her nightgown to study the pristine white bandage on her right shoulder.

“You heard what Madame Pomfrey said. I’ll be back to normal in two days.” Wednesday rolled her eyes at the worried expression on his face. “It doesn’t even hurt anymore.”

Harry chuckled at the disappointment in her voice. He leaned in, pressing his lips against hers for a gentle kiss. “I thought we agreed I was the only one allowed to hurt you, my little hellcat.”

“Yes, sir,” Wednesday moaned into his mouth, parting her lips immediately so that their tongues could start a playful duel. Much to her disappointment, the kiss ended within seconds. She couldn’t help the needy groan that escaped her lips when he pulled away.

She was too proud and stubborn (and perhaps too scared) to admit it, but she craved him.

Harry took her hand and pulled her off the bed, slowly untying the sash that held her nightgown together. She hissed quietly as she rolled her shoulders to drop the garment to the floor, leaving her fully in the nude for him.

His heated gaze roved over her body, the worry on his face momentarily replaced with lust.

“You can have me if you want,” Wednesday whispered seductively, arching her back to jut out her modest chest for him. Her nipples were already hardening, the brown nubs standing erect on top of her creamy mounds.

“We’re not doing anything that strains your shoulder.”

“I’m sure you can think of a way,” Wednesday murmured, her dark eyes challenging him. “I still have to be punished for last night’s actions.”

Harry grasped her uninjured shoulder and turned her to study her bruised ass. His fingers traced the half-healed welts on her pale cheeks and Wednesday sighed, knowing he wouldn’t be spanking her anytime soon.

She had told him clearly at the start of their arrangement that all she wanted from him was for him to fuck her, hurt her, break her…

Why then, had she agreed to more the previous night? Why was she not fighting back as he picked up the jar of salve from the nightstand and smeared some on her ass?

I’m his, she reminded herself. He can do whatever he wants with my body.

It was the safest answer she could think of.

Not every Morticia got her Gomez. She had no space for love in her shriveled, black heart.

Lost in her thoughts, she hadn’t noticed him pull her back to the bed. He climbed on first and rested his back against the mountain of pillows before pulling her onto his lap.

Wednesday hissed quietly as she wrapped her arms around his neck to keep her balance before bearing down on the large tent in his pants. She kept her dark eyes locked with his as she slowly started to grind her dripping slit against his throbbing erection.

Harry refused to take the bait. He raised his wand to summon the toys he needed from the box, using his free hand to grasp her chin and prevent her from turning to see what he was doing.

“Wednesday?”

“Yes, sir?”

“I like looking at you,” Harry groaned, his eyes fixed on the gentle swaying of her breasts as she humped his cock. “When you’re in my bedroom, you’re not going to wear anything.”

“Yes, sir,” Wednesday agreed, already knowing she was going to break that rule as often as possible. It wasn’t that she had any particular desire to be clothed around him, but the prospect of what it would lead to was irresistible. The thought of the normally composed man losing all control and ripping her clothes with his bare hands so he could ravish her tiny body caused a flood of arousal to gush out of her pussy and drench his trousers.

Wednesday moaned as his finger traced her tight, puckered hole. She wondered what it would take to get him to abandon his plans to train her asshole and just fuck her raw.

“I’m not going to fuck your ass, Wednesday,” Harry growled, almost as if he had read her mind. He pulled her in for a kiss, their tongues meeting halfway and dueling playfully before she submitted and allowed him to freely plunder her mouth.

She melted into his embrace, her brain only half-aware of the cold metal tip of the large buttplug slowly pressing into her ass. His mouth drowned out her scream as he mercilessly pushed the lubricated plug into her virgin hole.

“Still think you’re ready for my cock?” Harry teased, pulling away.

“I do. You’re the one who has doubts,” Wednesday snarked breathlessly, unable to help herself. She collapsed onto his chest, her thighs trembling violently as the plug in her ass started to vibrate, slowly at first, but quickly picking up speed. Her walls burned as they stretched to accommodate the huge toy. She kept grinding against him, already so very close to release.

“Sir!” she cried out as he lifted her effortlessly, the glorious friction provided by the rough wool of his pants disappearing in an instant. She kicked her legs helplessly, but he simply turned her, set her down on his lap, and pulled her back against his chest.

“Let’s play a game, Miss Addams,” Harry murmured, conjuring black satin ribbons from his wand. They snaked out from the bedposts at the lower end of the bed and wrapped around her ankles, pulling her legs apart and trapping them in place. She tried to move her legs, but it was futile.

No escape, just the way she liked it.

“What kind of game?” Wednesday asked, shivering in his arms as a gust of cold air tickled her oversensitive pussy.

“I’m going to edge you. You can decide if you want to cum or not-”

“That’s not edging,” Wednesday pointed out, wriggling her firm ass against his cock. She moaned as he pinched her nipple and harshly twisted the stiff nub.

“Let me finish,” Harry murmured, teasing her slit with the purple dildo in his hand. “The plug in your ass is charmed. You choose to cum, and I make it bigger. On the other hand, if you choose not to, I make it smaller,” Harry explained, releasing his hold on the dildo. It began to lazily piston in and out of her tight pussy, its frequency matching the vibrations of the plug. “I’ll stop when you use your safe word. Whatever size the plug is when we stop, that’s what you’ll have to wear for the rest of the day.”

Wednesday’s heart sped up with excitement. She could either suffer through ruined orgasms all morning or beg for release and spend the day with an enormous plug stuffing her ass.

“You’re a wicked man with wicked plans,” Wednesday teased, moaning wantonly as the dildo sped up.

“And you’re a sinful temptation,” Harry whispered, his hands ghosting over her body, committing every curve to memory. She was perfection, a dark goddess in mortal form.

“Only for you.”

It was her first overt admission of the hold he had on her, even if she had all but declared to the school that Harry Potter was off-limits.

Wednesday leaned back on his shoulder and turned, slowly kissing up his neck to his jawline. She didn’t notice his hand moving between her open legs, the fingers pushing past her spread lips and pinching her clit.

Harry gently tugged it before twisting the bundle of nerves without warning.

“HARRY!” Wednesday screamed, blacking out for a second as she squirted all over the dildo hammering into her, drenching it, his pants, and the white sheets below them with her cum.

“This counts,” Harry growled, kissing her sweaty forehead.

Wednesday squealed as the plug in her ass expanded, stretching out her walls even further. She squirmed helplessly on his lap, the embarrassment at losing all control over her body only adding to her arousal.

She watched with wide eyes as the dildo pistoning in and out of her aching core buzzed for a brief second, also increasing in size.

“Did I forget to mention I can change the size of both toys?” Harry mused, scraping his nail against her sensitive clit. “My bad.”

Wednesday had no strength left to tease him. She was floating away to her happy place, the ache from having both her holes stuffed and the stinging brought about by his gentle torture of her clit contrasting perfectly with the pleasure building up in her core.

“Do you want to use your safe word, Miss Addams?”

“Never,” Wednesday whispered hoarsely, arching her back to push her breasts into his waiting hand. Her shoulder throbbed, but it only fueled the masochistic side of hers that flourished under Harry’s control and attention.

SMACK!

Wednesday moaned as Harry’s palm made contact with her breast, leaving a bright pink handprint on her pale flesh.

He was studiously avoiding her injured side, and her heart skipped a beat at the level of self-control he was exerting to keep her safe.

SMACK!

“HARRY!” Wednesday moaned, bucking her hips as the coil of tension in the pit of her belly threatened to explode. His fingers were just as merciless as the dildo, massaging her clit relentlessly. Every few seconds he’d pause and pinch the nub, twisting it to send a shockwave of pain up her spine.

“You’re going to spend the weekends here. With me. You can sleep in your dorms from Monday to Thursday,” Harry growled.

“All days…” Wednesday gasped, her breasts quivering as she gasped for breath. “…here.”

“Are you sure?”

She didn’t like the tone of surprise in his voice.

“Yours!” She shrieked, her legs trembling violently as she tried her best to hold back her orgasm.

“Do you want to cum, Miss Addams?”

“Yes, sir!” Wednesday blurted out before she could stop herself.

“You’re mine. I won’t go away, no matter what you say,” Harry whispered in her ear as he grabbed the base of the dildo and thrust it deep inside her. His other hand moved from her breast to her throat, wrapping around it like a collar to pin her trembling body in place as another orgasm rocked through her core.

“Sir…” Wednesday sobbed, feeling her fluttering walls burn and ache as they stretched to accommodate the growing dildo. The buttplug expanded as well, her body instinctively making her clench and unclench her firm cheeks in a futile attempt to push it out.

It was now as wide as Harry’s cock, and Wednesday numbly wondered how she’d ever manage to get out of bed if Harry kept this up all morning.

Harry seemed to have similar thoughts and he gently pulled the dildo out of her to give her a minute to catch her breath. He held the gleaming purple toy above her head, letting her own arousal drip down onto her forehead and cheeks.

“You’re such a messy little hellcat, Wednesday,” Harry teased, staining her face and breasts with her own cum.

She shivered in his arms, humping desperately against the erection poking her ass. It was the unique way in which he embarrassed her that truly drove her wild. He didn’t call her names, didn’t use crass slurs as a crutch.

No, his particular brand of gentle humiliation firmly reinforced that he was in control and she was supposed to be his perfect little princess. It drove her wild.

He dropped the dildo onto the bed and pushed his fingers into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the calloused digits, lapping up her tangy juices and licking them clean.

They were so engrossed with each other that they didn’t notice the bedroom door open.

“Hey, Wednesday your mother-” Enid flung open the door and paused mid-sentence, staring at the sight in front of her with wide eyes. “Oh, balls!”

She debated slamming the door shut, but it was far too late. Morticia was standing behind her, staring at her daughter and her lover with an amused expression on her face.

“Mother,” Wednesday drawled, lazily sucking on Harry’s fingers.

It took Harry a minute to comprehend what was happening but the minute he did, he pulled his fingers out of Wednesday’s mouth and grabbed the jumbled-up blanket from the bottom of his bed to cover their bodies. “Mrs. Addams!” he squeaked, staring at Morticia with wide eyes. There was no mistaking who the gorgeous woman now standing in his room was. Wednesday had inherited her mother’s eyes and hair, he realized, and the two shared the enigmatic smile that he found so captivating. He could spot the similarities in their dressing style as well. Morticia was wearing a low-cut flowy black dress that hugged her curves and had paired it with silver heels and an onyx purse. Wednesday had told him about her parents’ upcoming visit, but given everything that had happened, it had completely slipped his mind. “I was just… we were just… uh…” In his shock, he didn’t notice Wednesday grabbing his wrist to return his fingers to the warm embrace of her mouth.

“Harry was chastising me for my reckless behavior and utter disregard for personal safety,” Wednesday replied once she was done cleaning her juices off his fingers. She gazed placidly at her mother, ignoring Harry’s panicked stare.

Don’t tell her I was punishing you!

Morticia raised an eyebrow and Harry prepared himself to be dragged out of bed and thrown out the window. “I see,” she said softly. “And did you learn your lesson, darling?”

“Not quite. I was just beginning to enjoy the delicious torture before your inopportune interruption,” Wednesday replied, leaning back into Harry’s chest. “Do you mind starting the tour of the castle without us? We will join you in an hour or two.”

Harry stared at her in shock. Had she just asked to be left alone so he could finish fucking her?!

He turned to Morticia, his surprise growing at the sound of her quiet chuckle.

“You can join us for lunch. That should be enough time, I think. I’m sure Enid will be happy to give me and your father a tour of the castle.”

“No!” Harry exclaimed, blushing heavily. Not only had the woman been completely unfazed at the news that he had been punishing her daughter but she was giving them their blessing to continue?! “If you wait downstairs Mrs. Addams, we will join you in ten minutes,” he continued, pushing a finger against Wednesday’s lips when she opened her mouth to argue.

“Please, Harry. Call me Morticia.”

“We’d love to show you around the castle, Morticia. Just give us a few minutes to get dressed,” Harry said, his heartbeat slowing down. Wednesday’s parents were just as different and unique as she was, he realized with a relieved sigh.

“Very well.” Morticia waited for Enid to walk out of the room before she left, shutting the door behind her. “You were right, my dear,” Morticia murmured as she walked down the stairs with the young werewolf. “Harry is just what she needs.”

Notes:

To be honest, in my head Morticia and Wednesday have a good relationship. They show their love for each other in their own unique way, and their affection for each other might not be obvious at first glance. Wednesday having a great relationship with her parents is my headcanon. As for her and Harry, she's a stubborn creature, and getting her to admit her feelings for Harry is going to be a slow process for everyone around her. I bet Gomez has some great nuggets of wisdom for her though.