A Heads of Tails fic for Ride_4ever.
Title: Nothing Else Quite Says Love – An Addams Family Valentine
Genre Addams Family
Rating: PG
Prompt: Nothing Else Quite Says Love
Requester:
ride_4ever
I hope you enjoy your little taste of Valentine's Day. My thanks to you and Sparky for her beta.
It was one of those holidays that really wasn’t official Pugsley always figured that for it to be a real holiday, you got the day off from school. No day off and it was just a phony holiday.
Wednesday Addams saw it as a day of loathing. What did she care who did or didn’t love her? She had no time for love. She had to think about other things that tickle a young girl’s fancy, like world domination. Still, she could appreciate the red and skewered hearts that festooned every surface.
Morticia Addams didn’t have one single day in which she celebrated love. Instead, with her Cher amour, every day was a plethora of contentment and celebration. She didn’t use the word happy because it gave her a headache. And while a headache was fine, it had to be for the right reasons.
Gomez was much like his wife. His romantic streak, like his sadistic one, ran deep and he never failed to let his wife know she how much she meant to him, alive or dead. He would lie awake nights thinking up devious ways of crushing her to his side, for when you are an Addams, there was no such thing as ‘til death do you part.’
Fester… well, the less said about Fester and Valentine’s Day, the better. He was still banned from the local butcher’s shop and forbidden from hanging around any of the slaughterhouses. Morticia, while not begrudging her brother-in-law’s unique way of creating Valentine’s Day cards, was still working on the bloodstains from her best tablecloth.
For all of her fuss and bother in the kitchen with a traditional Valentine’s Day feast, Grandmamma was happiest just ignoring everything. She did it because her family expected it of her. She wanted to make them happy. Her family wished she’d forget the whole thing, but they wanted her happy, so it was a shared misery.
The only one who really celebrated Valentine’s Day was Cousin Itt. When came to being a Cad about Town, Itt was an expert. He purposefully left a trail of broken hearts behind him a mile wide, that was so you could find him if you really wanted to. Not that anyone did. When Itt was through with a lover, it was always a clean break… well, at times just a greenstick fracture. His mailboxes was always overflowing with professions of love and commitment. Itt had nothing against love, but he wasn’t ready to settle down just yet. As long as he had his looks and his hair, he was going to play the field and avoided the open graves.
For his part, Lurch watched over his little family and kept them safe, mostly from themselves. Love, while something he thought about, mostly late at night when he knew he wouldn’t be disturbed, was not something he fixated upon like his employers. He didn’t run from it as was the habit of his youngest charges. He was far too dignified to grovel the way Fester did and he viewed Grandmamma’s creations with a jaundiced eye. Not that he could help it; he’d need a liver transplant to help with that. Love, to him, was something very different and very private.
Instead, when he was quite alone, he would pull a small box from beneath his bed. It was tied with a black ribbon and it contained something more important to him than life itself. It was all he could do to keep his hand from trembling as he undid the ribbon. Carefully, he removed the top and, glancing left and right, removed the top sheet of paper.
Thus, he would steal away to his desk, retrieve his favorite vulture feather quill pen and start to writing,
Dear Pen Pal,
Happy Valentine’s Day. Thank you for your card.
Genre Addams Family
Rating: PG
Prompt: Nothing Else Quite Says Love
Requester:
I hope you enjoy your little taste of Valentine's Day. My thanks to you and Sparky for her beta.
It was one of those holidays that really wasn’t official Pugsley always figured that for it to be a real holiday, you got the day off from school. No day off and it was just a phony holiday.
Wednesday Addams saw it as a day of loathing. What did she care who did or didn’t love her? She had no time for love. She had to think about other things that tickle a young girl’s fancy, like world domination. Still, she could appreciate the red and skewered hearts that festooned every surface.
Morticia Addams didn’t have one single day in which she celebrated love. Instead, with her Cher amour, every day was a plethora of contentment and celebration. She didn’t use the word happy because it gave her a headache. And while a headache was fine, it had to be for the right reasons.
Gomez was much like his wife. His romantic streak, like his sadistic one, ran deep and he never failed to let his wife know she how much she meant to him, alive or dead. He would lie awake nights thinking up devious ways of crushing her to his side, for when you are an Addams, there was no such thing as ‘til death do you part.’
Fester… well, the less said about Fester and Valentine’s Day, the better. He was still banned from the local butcher’s shop and forbidden from hanging around any of the slaughterhouses. Morticia, while not begrudging her brother-in-law’s unique way of creating Valentine’s Day cards, was still working on the bloodstains from her best tablecloth.
For all of her fuss and bother in the kitchen with a traditional Valentine’s Day feast, Grandmamma was happiest just ignoring everything. She did it because her family expected it of her. She wanted to make them happy. Her family wished she’d forget the whole thing, but they wanted her happy, so it was a shared misery.
The only one who really celebrated Valentine’s Day was Cousin Itt. When came to being a Cad about Town, Itt was an expert. He purposefully left a trail of broken hearts behind him a mile wide, that was so you could find him if you really wanted to. Not that anyone did. When Itt was through with a lover, it was always a clean break… well, at times just a greenstick fracture. His mailboxes was always overflowing with professions of love and commitment. Itt had nothing against love, but he wasn’t ready to settle down just yet. As long as he had his looks and his hair, he was going to play the field and avoided the open graves.
For his part, Lurch watched over his little family and kept them safe, mostly from themselves. Love, while something he thought about, mostly late at night when he knew he wouldn’t be disturbed, was not something he fixated upon like his employers. He didn’t run from it as was the habit of his youngest charges. He was far too dignified to grovel the way Fester did and he viewed Grandmamma’s creations with a jaundiced eye. Not that he could help it; he’d need a liver transplant to help with that. Love, to him, was something very different and very private.
Instead, when he was quite alone, he would pull a small box from beneath his bed. It was tied with a black ribbon and it contained something more important to him than life itself. It was all he could do to keep his hand from trembling as he undid the ribbon. Carefully, he removed the top and, glancing left and right, removed the top sheet of paper.
Thus, he would steal away to his desk, retrieve his favorite vulture feather quill pen and start to writing,
Dear Pen Pal,
Happy Valentine’s Day. Thank you for your card.