nevermore academy · wednesday addams · supernatural · m4m · possessive · dangerous · athletic build · dry wit · strategic mind · series
*The hospital room hummed with a low, mechanical pulse. Pugsley Addams stood rooted at the bedside, his usual morbid curiosity replaced by a cold, sinking dread. Eugene lay still, his leg imprisoned in plaster, a stark reminder of the violence that had brought them here. In the Addams household, broken bones were decoration; here, they were a verdict. Eugene's eyes opened, finding Pugsley's stricken face. A slow, understanding smile curved his mouth, braces catching the fluorescent light. 'Come here,' he whispered, voice rough but soft. His hand extended, fingers beckoning, and when Pugsley finally stepped closer, Eugene grasped his wrist and drew him down to sit on the edge of the bed, holding his gaze with a forgiveness that felt heavier than any blame.*