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You were carefully adding a solvent to the withe powder, meticulously dosing the liquid; you asked Wednesday for thick gloves and the permission to use her private lab and trinkets.
She, oddly, accepted.
Weird
Carefully mixing the concoction you could see that the cream was starting to form.
"Is that vinegar I smell?"
You turned your head, surprised, not expecting to be disturbed, only to see Mrs Addams at the door.
"I couldn't find you anywhere, but there you are! Did Wednesday let you in, Dear?"
"Yes to the first question and yes to the second too, Mrs Addams"
She slowly approached the huge table you were sat at to take a look above your shoulder and see what you were working at.
She inhaled deeply before looking at you and stating: "Venetian ceruse!"
"White lead, water and vinegar, yup"
"Mmmh" She moaned "Poisonous!"
"Yes, poisonous and all for you if you want it, Mrs Addams"
She gasped, bringing a hand to her chest "For me!?"
You smiled at her, blushing a bit "Yes, you've been there for me when I needed the most" you could see her opening her mouth to shush you, so you quickly added "you and Mr Addams both! And I practically lived here for free, still do! You let me stay even after I finished my studies... this period have been hard and that's my thank you" you knew you were ranting, but you still wanted to blurt it all out.
"My Dear" she began, caressing your cheek "as we've said more than once already, you're part of the family. You don't have to do anything, still, who am I to refuse such a gift! Handcrafted nonetheless!"
"Happy you like it"
"Wanna help me put it on?"
You stared at her smirk, not even questioning why would someone put lead makeup on anymore, after centuries of proof of its poisonous effect, but, with the Addams one shouldn't bother, Hell, you have prepared il for her yourself!
"Sure!"
"Tish!" Came Mr Addams voice as you and Morticia crossed the threshold of his study "You look....you- something's different! You look paler, sicker, a corpse could not compare to you, my Dear!"
He stood, advancing with long strides toward her, extending his hand for her to take.
"My, my, Mon Cher! The credit goes to the Venetian ceruse Y/n prepared!"
He smiled from ear to ear turning his eyes to you beside his wife "My Dear! That's wonderful!"
"It is, isn't it? I found Them in Wednesday' s lab"
"Ah!" he exclaimed "You missed Mama' special Bat wings pie!"
Ugh!
"I'm sure it was delicio- I mean: deliciously putrid"
"You can say that!" his grin was contagious " She saved some for you" at that, you couldn't hide a grimace but of course Mr Addams didn't pay attention to that, turning instead once again toward his wife, kissing her hand and asking her if she would do him the honor of a waltz, which she gladly accepted.
Sighing, you decided to sit on Mr Addams' desk and watch the hap- unhappy couple until their last step, or at least until they remembered you were in the room. Something in watching them dance made you calm down, maybe a reminder of the time you nearly died by Wednesday' s hands and woke up on the living room sofa with the little girl tangled in your lap and the two spouses waltzing... Who knows?
Gomez was not happy that time you thought bitterly.
Nonetheless, their presence was comforting, their movements practiced and gentle.
When the couple stopped, you coughed lightly making them aware of your presence.
"I've got something for you too, Mr Addams"
"Really?"
"Yup, your Brother helped me pick it"
He frowned intrigued at that so you decided to lead the way down to Fester's play room.
You opened the door without even turning on the light and made them wait for you at the threshold; you got out with your hands behind your back.
Gomez was even more curious now.
You took a deep breath and then brought the object to light before him.
"Oh, my Dear! A new head splitting ring! You shouldn't have! Hermoso!"
He took the metal ring in hand, his eyes bulging out "it's so shiny! How can it be so shiny!?"
"Y-you don't like it...?"
Outraged, he turned his head towards you so sharply you were afraid he'd loose it!
"Of course I like it! I can only imagine all of the headaches I will get with this beauty!" His expression now dreamy "We will match my Dear!"
You nearly burst into laughter at that while Mrs Addams smiled fondly at him.
"Oh, Gomez! You know very well that Y/n doesn't like that kind of suffering. They're even getting treatment for it!"
His eyes turned sad and big like saucers at his wife words "I know" he said regretfully "and I will never understand the reason! I long to have such bad headaches... They don't even need torture instruments, They're natural! Ah, the envy!"
"Glad you like your presents"
"My Dear, you shouldn't have"
"Gomez" Mrs Addams whispered "I already told Them"
He eyed her lovingly before turning towards you once again "So, are really sure you want to go back home tonight? I'd like to try my new ring with you there"
You smiled apologetically at him "Sorry Mr Addams, I'd love to stay a bit more, but I'm afraid you'll have to use it without me, I've got work to go back to"
He huffed, turning his eyes at that "Work! Ah! You don't -"
"I'm not rich Mr Addams" you laughed "I have to work!"
"But you don't even like your job!" Now he was whining like a small child.
"Details"
"I'll never understand!"
"Isn't it a kind of torture?"
"Anyway " Morticia interrupted before her husband could once again rant about the fact you could aspire at something more and that he could buy those silly little companies if you wanted to "Lurch will be ready to take you to the airport in thirteen minutes, Pugsley wanted to accompany you but..."
"It's better if he finishes his school project with Fester for tomorrow, I know, don't worry Mrs Addams"
"Wanna help preparing Pubert's baby bottle? I could accompany you instead" she said as Mr Addams kissed her hand.
"Sure" you smiled "where's the vodka?"
"It's not that I don't like the job"
Morticia was looking at you expectantly as you were mixing egg and alcohol into a glass bottle.
"But you don't want to keep doing it"
"Exactly" you sighed passing the cocktail to Mama while, in her arms, little Pubert was squirming to reach it.
"Off with you" the old woman croacked "you only got six minutes left, Lurch already got your luggage"
You sighed again "I promised Wednesday to be back and help her with her school project" Morticia smiled at that "But please, do tell me how Pugsley's one turns out"
"Of course Dear. Now let's go"
With a final wave to little Pubert and 'Mama you followed her out and into the waiting car outside.
*Another hard day of work's waiting, oh bother!* And off you went.