as long as the addams family had their notoriety within society, your own heritage had sworn to protect them as loyal knights.

you were wednesday’s appointed knight, a duty which would assuredly see you into an early grave, as evidenced by the scars hidden under armoured plates.

wednesday was a nightmare to protect, not from assailants, but from herself. everyday was like getting a cat out of a tree it got itself stuck in.

but your loyalty was appreciated, even by someone as opposed to such niceties as her. sat under the pale hue of the moon, wednesday lifts her cool fingers to your helmet.

she can see the way your eyelids widen through the visor.

“off,” she gently commands, wanting to see the face underneath.