Wenclair One-Shots

Your Words Are Mine

Summary:

Tattoo Soulmate AU where your soulmate's words are tattooed on your skin (not necessarily the first words you hear from them).

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There were few things in life that Wednesday Addams thoroughly disliked to her core, and among those few were the loopy written words permanently stamped on her forearm. It was not that she despised the concept of soulmate tattoos, it was that the line on her arm made her feel branded long before she had even met the person. It was sickening enough that her parents cooed over it the day she had turned sixteen. They thought the words that seared themselves on her skin only meant that her future soulmate had a good sense of humor. The only positive thing Wednesday had taken away from the event was the satisfying pain of a slow, itching burn on her arm as the words slowly formed throughout the day. By nighttime, she was able to read the complete sentence and promptly covered her arm with a bandage after she cleaned up the blood that stained her clothing from the formation of the tattoo.

Since then, Wednesday ignored the words on her arm. She was simply not someone who sought out her intended soulmate, unlike so many of her peers who constantly ragged on and on about finally finding "The One". It was not that she was anti-soulmate. Wednesday struggled to envision someone who would be well matched to her personality. Someone that was made to be destined to intertwine their life with hers. Someone who was a perfect fit, according to her father. There was a reason that Wednesday took solace in her solitary presence. Her own parents demonstrated the passion that could come from such a connection, but at the moment she refused to go out of her way to seek her own. Besides, with the little contact she had with other people it was less likely that she'd find her soulmate anytime soon. There were far greater plans with more importance to her at the moment, such as finishing her novel.

It was a disgustingly bright morning for a winter day, and Wednesday was headed to a nearby cafe in order to have a new atmosphere while she continued working on her novel. Ideally, it would have been dark and gloomy outside to fit the mood for the scene she was writing. Perhaps I should head back, Wednesday idly thought as she pushed the cafe doors open. As she stepped inside and inhaled the scent of coffee, she felt her body instinctively relax from the familiar smell. She walked quickly past seated customers, determined on walking back out after acquiring her coffee.

As she almost reached the counter, she heard someone muttering, "If found, return to Enid."

Those words stopped Wednesday in her tracks as her steps faltered. Unwillingly, she felt her heart gain traction in its beating, and she kept her face stoic while she berated her own body for betraying her. She turned her head to the left, the direction from where the words had come from, and found herself looking at a blonde-haired girl with the tips of either side dyed blue and pink.

Wednesday approached the occupied table, "What did you just say?"

The girl looked up in surprise, "Uhh sorry I was just thinking out loud. I said 'If found, return to Enid' haha wouldn't it be funny if everyone's soulmate tattoos just said if found return to their soulmate?"

"Why would you want to brand your soulmate like some sort of property?" Wednesday asked.

Enid's lighthearted expression faded in seconds, "No, no, of course not! I didn't mean it that way, I just thought it'd be a funny thing. I would never want my soulmate to feel like they're my property."

"I should hope not."

"I swear I was just being silly and talking out loud without thinking. Well, I was thinking about my soulmate... but I didn't even think how that could come off as."