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[anonymousewrites]

A Good Day for Death Dia de los Muertos Special 2024

Wednesday Addams x Demigod! Reader

Dia de los Muertos Special

Mouse Note: I hope I did this justice!

            “And done,” said Enid, looking at her work. She was pleased with herself. “What do you think, Wednesday?”

            Wednesday looked into the mirror next to them. She inspected the blank and white paint that created a skeletal structure across her face. She nodded. “Disturbing.”

            “I’m glad you like it,” said Enid. She knew that was a compliment. She had made sure to only use black and white for Wednesday since she was allergic to color, but her own makeup had swirls of pink and blue around the eyes and cheeks. “(Y/N) will like it, too.”

            Wednesday remained carefully silent at Enid’s comment (she was of the opinion it wasn’t obvious she liked (Y/N) while Enid saw through her completely).

            “Do you have your gift for them?” asked Enid.

            Wednesday looked at her evenly. “Yes.”

            “Ooh, what is it?” said Enid.

            “You will see when they open it,” said Wednesday.

            “That makes me think it’s like a skull or something,” said Enid. She shivered while Wednesday grilled like a mad scientist at the idea. “And I know their birthday is on Dia de los Muertos, but let’s not make it all about death, okay?”

            “Why not?” (Y/N) smiled as they stepped into the room. “I don’t mind. I am the child of Thanatos. And I celebrate death. Our family can still return to us, after all.” In the room behind them, the candles of the ofrenda flickered as if agreeing with them. The faint light highlighted their own makeup. They had the skull shape on their face, of course, but they also had gold and silver dusting their eyes and small black flowers on their cheeks.

            “My family often raises one another from the dead,” said Wednesday, nodding.

            “How does an Addams die?” said Enid, frowning.

            “They decide to rest for a bit,” said Wednesday vaguely.

            (Y/N) chuckled, and Wednesday was pleased with herself for evoking the sound.

            “You guys look good,” said (Y/N). “Our makeup all fits us.”

            “We’re here to embrace your traditions,” said Enid, smiling.

            “I’ve always wanted to be a skeleton,” said Wednesday.

            “And now’s your chance!” said (Y/N) cheerfully. “Come on out. The food is all ready.”

            “Food!” said Enid excitedly.

            “First we should put some on the ofrenda,” said Wednesday.

            “Right,” said (Y/N). “I have a basket prepared.”

            Together, the three took food and placed it on the ofrenda. Marigolds, skulls, and skeleton figurines already sat around the pictures of (Y/N)’s family. They smiled as they gazed at the flickering candles. Gently, they lifted an incense stick and lit it. Putting it down again, they let the smoke curl up around them.

            “There,” they said. They could feel the energy of the room changing, and, though they couldn’t see any of their ancestors, their demigod nature let them feel their slight presence all the same.

            “It’s so beautiful,” said Enid. “It really makes it all so beautiful.”

            “Death doesn’t have to be an end,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “It is merely another state,” said Wednesday.

            Together, the three friends stood and stared at the ofrenda until the sound of music draw their attention. Enid brightened.

            “Is that—”

            “New Orleans Dia de los Muertos parade,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “Quick, open my present so I can go and watch!” said Enid excitedly. She grabbed her wrapped gift and shoved it into (Y/N)’s hands.

            (Y/N) smiled and undid the wrapping. They grinned. “I love them, Enid!” It was more jewelry in silver and gold, all with scythes and skulls and other motifs of death (that (Y/N) loved wearing).

            “I knew you would,” said Enid proudly. “Now, Wednesday, give your gift to (Y/N). I’m going to watch the parade.” She ran to the balcony of (Y/N)’s mother’s New Orlean’s home and eagerly looked out as the parade approached. (She was both excited for the parade and eager to give (Y/N) and Wednesday a moment together).

            “Here,” said Wednesday. She held out a black-wrapped box. The bow had small, multicolored skulls.

            “I thought you were allergic to color?” said (Y/N) teasingly.

            “Enid insisted I embrace Dia de los Muertos for your birthday,” said Wednesday. “And skulls are acceptable.”

            (Y/N) smiled. “Thank you, Wednesday.”

            “You haven’t opened the gift,” said Wednesday.

            “I know. But I know I’ll like it,” said (Y/N). They grinned widely, and Wednesday felt the now-familiar sickness of care course through her as she was the softness of their gaze (she was growing to enjoy the poison, truthfully). “I’ll like anything you give me.”

            Wednesday considered whether her heart skipping a beat meant she was dying. That would be interesting, especially on Dia de los Muertos. Instead of dying, though, she just watched (Y/N) unwrap the gift and lift out a book. It was black leather with smooth, empty pages. However, on the cover was the carved name (Y/N).

            “Your poetry deserves a proper book,” said Wednesday. “It’s far too good for a spiral notebook.”

            (Y/N) smiled. “Thank you, Wednesday. I love it.”

            Wednesday deathly cold skin felt just a bit warmer beneath her makeup as they spoke. “Of course.”

            “Do you want to watch the parade with me?” said (Y/N). They knew Enid was there, but the “with me” slipped from their lips unbidden.

            “Yes,” said Wednesday.

            Together, they walked to the balcony. Enid was watching the dancers and floats go by with a giant grin, and she risked a glance at (Y/N) and Wednesday as they leaned against the railing. She smiled to herself as they stood side-by-side.

            “I’m going to grab some food, be right back,” said Enid, walking inside for a second. (Hey, she needed to let them be alone to adjust and have a nice moment.”

            (Y/N) and Wednesday looked at the dancers go by in a swirl of bright colors, black, and white. The city was alive even as it celebrated death. In a way, it mirrored Wednesday and (Y/N). Both connected to death and mystery yet both more alive than others, not drifting through life.

            Hesitantly, (Y/N)’s hand slid across the railing towards Wednesday’s. It brushed against her hand, their pinkies touching. Wednesday glanced down as (Y/N) pulled back slightly, not wanting to cross any boundaries. Looking back at the parade, Wednesday moved her hand over. Her pinky curled around (Y/N)’s.

            (Y/N) smiled to themself, and Wednesday glanced over. She liked that sight. (Y/N) glanced at Wednesday, and, upon seeing her already looking at them, they smiled slightly. They thought Wednesday looked beautiful in the face paint and lantern light.

            “Thank you for celebrating with me, Wednesday,” said (Y/N).

            “You are…pleasant company,” said Wednesday.

            (Y/N) smiled, and Wednesday smiled ever-so-slightly. An Addams and the child of death stood side-by-side as the spirits of the dead and living danced in lively music around them. And their hearts thrummed to life just a bit more.

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Prompt 314

Danny has discovered something absolutely amazing. While he can’t cook for shit, he can? Actually bake? Really well? Must be those bonding sessions in Long Now with Clockwork making all those cookies and cakes and everything else. 

But? This means he can A, actually make himself food, and B, has somehow befriended several more ghosts, including his rogues. Apparently he gave off bedraggled cat vibes when covered in flour. Or they just enjoyed the cupcakes he’d made to look like them in a sleep deprived ferver. 

But hey, he even has a decent job while he’s in (online due to medical issues, officially) college at one of the local bakery-cafes. Which means he also gets free coffee, so that’s nice too. Just erm, he might’ve gotten in the habit of handing cookies or other baked goods to anyone trying to attack him.

Look, it’s how he befriended his rogues (Apparently Fright Knight, being the ghost of Autumn, enjoys pumpkin spice cookies, who knew?) and they even continue to visit too. 

So really, it’s not his fault that there’s several goonion (honestly Sam will be pleased to learn they’ve got a union) members who are now constantly coming to the bakery. And- okay is that another undead person? Have a cupcake. 

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I won't be able to finish this drawing before the convention, which will take up my next 5 days.. But I want to talk a little about him.. I've been thinking about golems and Frankenstein, and the trans body, projection and misunderstanding, villainization and death.

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[anonymousewrites]

A Good Day for Death Christmas Special 2023

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Mouse Note: Happy Holidays! I hope you all have a great season and a good time with whoever you celebrate whatever with!

            “Christmas?” Wednesday folded her arms. “It’s too sappy for me.”

            “You said the same thing about Valentine’s Day, but you ended up having a good time!” said Enid, hands on her hips.

            “I did not ‘have a good time,’ ” said Wednesday. “I was just forced into participation.”

            “Tell that to the empty chocolate box that (Y/N) gave you,” said Enid.

            “They happened to guess correctly that I liked bitter chocolate,” said Wednesday defiantly.

            “And they happened to get back rose stems for their troubles?” remarked Enid pointedly.

            “I don’t like being indebted to anyone,” said Wednesday.

            Enid sighed. “God, we’re getting off topic. Listen, this is the last name for the Secret Santa we’re doing! You have to participate or someone doesn’t get a gift!”

            “That’s their own fault,” said Wednesday. “Maybe they weren’t ‘good’ this year and didn’t earn anything. Isn’t that part of the Christmas tradition?”

            “Please, Wednesday?” said Enid, pouting.

            Wednesday shifted, slightly moved but not capitulating yet.

            “Pleeease?” repeated Enid.

            “No,” said Wednesday.

            Enid huffed. “I didn’t want to do this, but I have to.” She unfolded the paper to reveal (Y/N)’s name on it. “You see? You got (Y/N) for Secret Santa.”

            “I didn’t agree to anything,” said Wednesday, but her eyes remained on the name.

            “Oh, yeah? Well, do you want (Y/N) to come to our party and not have anything?” Enid leaned forward and grinned. From the way Wednesday’s gaze hadn’t moved, Enid knew she had her right where she wanted. With (Y/N), you could get Wednesday to do anything. “Just think of how disappointed they’d be.”

            Wednesday mentally ran through all of the spells and pranks she could use to make Enid’s life hell. “…Fine.” She wouldn’t let down (Y/N).

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            “Wednesday, you came!” said (Y/N), grinning. They had on a Nightmare Before Christmas sweater to get in the spirit of the holiday.

            “Enid wore me down,” said Wednesday, holding the black gift bag with her present for (Y/N) tightly in her hands.

            “Whatever it took to get you here, I’m just glad you came,” said (Y/N).

            Wednesday felt the familiar poison entering her system and causing her to be tempted to smile. Hell, feelings were troublesome. “Right,” she said stiffly.

            “Come on, I saved you a seat,” said (Y/N), gesturing for her to follow them to the couches where people were gathering to exchange gifts.

            “I thought you didn’t know I was coming,” said Wednesday.

            “I didn’t, but I made sure you had a place anyways,” said (Y/N) brightly.

            Wednesday mentally cursed the poison as it further infected her heart. (Y/N) was way too kind, and Wednesday liked that they had made sure Wednesday would feel accepted way too much. In fact, Wednesday was touched that (Y/N) had thought of her. Her crush was getting out of hand.

 ��          “Thanks,” said Wednesday, sitting down and avoiding eye contact.

            “No problem,” said (Y/N), smiling. They knew Wednesday meant what she said. The facial expression didn’t matter. They understood. (And Wednesday pretended that it wasn’t nice to have someone understand her so well).

            “Alright, everyone here?” Enid looked around the circle. Wednesday, (Y/N), Xavier, Ajax, Yoko, Eugene and even Bianca (who had been as hesitant as Wednesday but ultimately sighed and joined the group) all sat on the couches and looked back at her. “Perfect!” She held up her gift, brightly wrapped in sparkly blue paper. “I’ll go first.” She held out her gift. “I got Eugene!”

            The boy brightened and took the gift. Opening it, he smiled. “Honey jars!” They were empty jars with little bees drawn on them, very cute and appropriate for the beekeeper. “Thank you, Enid. Once the bees get back to producing, I’ll definitely use these.”

            “No problem!” said Enid.

            “I guess it’s now my turn,” said Eugene. He pushed up his glasses before handing his bag to Ajax. “I got you, Ajax.”

            He smiled and took the gift. From within, he pulled out a new beanie decorated to look like scales. Ajax chuckled, and from under his current hat, his snakes hissed happily. “Thanks, Eugene.”

            “You’re welcome,” said Eugene, glad that his present was well-received.

            And so the gift-giving continued. Ajax gave a new pair of sunglasses to Yoko, and Yoko gave new makeup to Bianca. In turn, she gave Xavier new art supplies (and Xavier tried not to look sullen that Wednesday hadn’t gotten him. He really wanted to get a gift from her).

            “I got you, Enid,” said Xavier, holding out a gift to her.

            Enid eagerly opened it and smiled. “Nail polish! Thanks, I needed some more. I’ve been running out so quickly.” (Transforming meant that her claws sometimes messed up her nail polish, so she had to redo it a lot).

            Xavier nodded. “No problem.”

            “Well, I guess that leaves (Y/N) and Wednesday,” said Enid. She smiled. “Wow, they got each other! That’s so fun.”

            Bianca looked around and rolled her eyes. It seemed she was the only one who recognized that Enid definitely organized it that way.

            Xavier forced himself not to sulk that, once again, (Y/N) was getting a moment with Wednesday that he wanted to have. He still wasn’t fond of how much Wednesday seemed to not mind their presence and even sometimes prefer it (at least to his).

            “I guess we did,” said (Y/N), smiling at Wednesday.

            “Evidently,” said Wednesday. She held out her black-wrapped gift to (Y/N). “Here.”

            (Y/N) opened it up and looked inside. “Aw, Wednesday, thanks!”

            “Don’t make a big deal out of it,” said Wednesday, shaking off the flutter of her heart due to the damn infection she was dealing with.

            “What is it?” said Enid eagerly.

            (Y/N) lifted up a large black and white sweater that reminded the group of Wednesday’s.

            “Wow, it looks so much like Wednesday’s,” observed Bianca.

            “It was mine,” said Wednesday. Everyone turned and stared at her. None of them could believe that she was actually give something she owned to someone else. “(Y/N) liked it, and they wear more white with their black than I do.” She said it as if it was logical or stupid to think anything of it, but she knew she had given it because 1) (Y/N) clearly liked it, 2) they’d look good in it, and 3) yes, alright, Wednesday wanted (Y/N) to wear something of hers because that meant…something.

            “Thank you, Wednesday, I love it,” said (Y/N), smiling at their crush and fighting not to turn pink. Effortlessly, they pulled off their Christmas sweater and put Wednesday’s sweater on over their tank-top.

            Wednesday pretended she didn’t really like seeing them in her clothes. “You’re welcome.”

            “And now you have to open mine!” said (Y/N), holding out their gift for Wednesday. It was wrapped in white but had a black bow just for Wednesday.

            She nodded and opened the box. She lifted a book out of it and furrowed her brow. “This is mine.”

            (Y/N) grinned. “I got your manuscript bound professionally!”

            Wednesday ran her hand over the black-bound book with the white lettering and designs of spiders, snakes, and several detective tools across the cover. To see her story look like a book being sold everywhere was…nice. She didn’t mind admitting she liked it. “Thank you,” said Wednesday. She was surprised, once again, that (Y/N) guessed what she’d like. She should really stop being surprised. They knew her well.

            “Of course, Wednesday,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            Everyone was silent as they looked between (Y/N) and Wednesday. Enid moved it to give them a moment. “I’m going to start a movie. Come on, help me choose something!” she said, pulling the rest away.

            (Y/N) and Wednesday were left alone.

            “So, did you like Christmas? Or was it too cheery for you?” teased (Y/N).

            “It was miserable to see everyone so cheerful,” said Wednesday. “So it was perfect.”

            (Y/N) laughed. “I’m glad you had a good day, then.” They cocked their head as they gazed at Wednesday softly. “Merry Christmas, Wednesday.”

            Wednesday looked back with more concealed gentleness. “Merry Christmas, (Y/N).”

            Okay, so maybe she was glad she came.

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