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Title: Et Mors, Pax by JellyfishOnACloud
Fandom: The addams family
Character/Pairing: Debbie Jellinsky
Word Count: 156
Summary: "The thing to remember about Debbie Jellinsky, is that she died as Debbie Addams."
Why I Rec This Fic: I love Debbie and I always wanted her to join the family. This short bit is the perfect start for that.

Title: Don't I Deserve Love (and Jewelry) by peskyjellyfish
Fandom:  The addams family values
Character/Pairing: Debbie Jellinsky
Word Count: 3727
Summary: AU: Debbie becomes part of the family.
Why I Rec This Fic: Debbie and Wednesday bonding! Debbie getting what she deserves! 

The plan to win Wednesday’s friendship did not start well. She shared her admiration for the girl’s blowtorch, then hinted about her own childhood affinity for matchsticks and fire accelerants, but Wednesday was unimpressed.
“Do better,” she said before lowering her hockey mask and stalking after Pubert.

Title: Exquisite Corpse by CountlessUntruths (KaliCephirot)
Fandom: The addams family
Character/Pairing: Gomez Addams/Morticia Addams
Gomez Addams, Morticia Addams
Word Count: 401
Summary: "Morticia requests for Gomez' help to tie her corset."
Why I Rec This Fic: Very in line with their relationship.
Podfic by TheOneCalledEli here

Title: The Last Rites of Wednesday Addams by voodoochild (Restricted)
Fandom: The addams family
Character/Pairing: Morticia Addams, Wednesday Addams,
Morticia Addams & Wednesday Addams, Gomez Addams & Wednesday Addams
Word Count: 2307
Summary: "Wednesday Addams must live up to expectations, traditions, and generations of women. It's a good thing she's inherited the best of both of her parents, isn't it?"
Why I Rec This Fic: Built on a gorgerous world building idea, its such a funny, and sweet family story that really fits the mood of canon and flows great – and I adore the way it shows the difference between Morticias and Gomez view points but how they both love their family a lot.

On their 18th birthday, each Nightshade woman is sat down by her mother - or, if her mother is fortunate enough to have been dismembered, eviscerated, set on fire, or otherwise deceased, another suitable Nightshade female - and given the Last Rites.
No, not the quaint little Catholic custom; this is a purely Nightshade tradition, handed down from each firstborn female.
The precise ceremony is different for each woman, but traditionally, each Nightshade woman courts death and hopes for survival. Pain is delicious - and a reward in and of itself - but death is not the ultimate goal. If she survives, she has been deemed worthy to carry the Nightshade name. If she does not survive, she is laid to rest accordingly, but given no surname on the tombstone and still thought of as a girl, not a woman.

Title: Cleopatra's Needle by Fuschia [archived by yuletide_archivist]
Fandom: The addams family
Character/Pairing: Morticia, Morticia/Gomez
Word Count: 2827
Summary: "At fifteen, Morticia Frump is as interested in her graveyard gardening as her older sister is in her suitors. But gardens and suitors do not always stay in their separate worlds."
Why I Rec This Fic: Beautiful nailed Mortica, and Gomez and very gothic.

On Morticia's fourteenth birthday, her mother gave her the suicides' graveyard for her garden. "Since you insist on going outside so much," she had said, "at least you can do it somewhere gloomy."
Morticia wondered if Mamma was worried she would turn into Mrs. Barker, but she much preferred the peppery tangle of her mother's herbs, growing downward from where they had rooted in the rotten wood above her cauldron, to the ghastly sight of Mrs. Barker's poor petunias, trapped in their perfect squares of earth, no weeds to choke them.
On the other hand, the suicides' graveyard was the largest one they had, rivaled only by the memorial garden of those members of her family who had been struck by lightning, an undertaking for which the Frumps showed great talent. Some few fascinating plants already grew there; Morticia had once come out to find one of the Bladdergout shrubs dragging itself across the ground with a mechanical motion not unreminiscent of a galvanized corpse. Outside of that, though, the ground mostly gave off sparks and caused her hair to stand on end at inopportune moments, and she dove into the flora of the suicides' graveyard with great delight.