Wenclair One-Shots

Thank You for That

Summary:

For Enid Sinclair, the thought of her soulmate meant she wasn't broken or meant to be alone. It brought her peace to know there was another piece of herself out there to find. She longed to read the words that her soulmate would once say to her. The only problem was she has yet to wolf out and at the age of sixteen, she failed to receive her soul mark.

For Wednesday Addams, the thought of a soulmate was weakness, a way to control someone. She refused to be like her parents dotting on another person. She prepared rituals to avoid the fate of receiving a soulmate. Now on the morning of her sixteenth birthday, she learns her time has been wasted and she has a weakness.

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From a young age, Enid couldn't wait to meet her soulmate. She loved the words that her parents wore that showed love and devotion to one another even if they wouldn't know truthfully until the last words they will speak to each other, presumably when one of them dies.

The words people wore were considered very personal, often times, they were covered by shirts, pants, bracelets, even chokers. Her father wore his on his left thigh covered most often by his pants, but the bottom of the words poked out letting everyone see the final word being you. Her mother wore hers around her right wrist covered often times by a bracelet her father had given her, but Enid had become very familiar with them spelling out in few words, "I love you, goodnight."

The simple sentence on her mother's wrist made Enid feel uneasy every night they went to bed, but after a year or two, she began to understand that they may never know when they will say their final goodnight. It was about them making the best of every day they had together.

She thought it was beautiful.

After the disappoint that is puberty, Enid was eager for her words to be imprinted on her skin. After she had failed to wolf out at thirteen, she wanted a shred of hope that she wasn't broken.

The day of her sixteenth birthday, she desperately searched her body for those words at the end of the day. To her disappointment, there were no words on her skin.

On the floor of her room, she let out sobs as she fell to the floor. Not only was she a broken wolf, but she was a broken wolf with no soulmate destined to face everything alone.

Over time, Enid learned to accept her lack of words and ability of wolfing out. Being at Nevermore helped, her friends made her feel less alone. It filled a void in her heart until she returned to her lonely room. The bright colors that she used to decorate made it less cold, and when she played music, it wasn't quiet.

The lack of roommate just reminded her that she lacked a partner.

A month into the semester, Enid was told the she was finally getting a roommate. She knew she was bouncing for the entire day before going to her room to clean every surface.

By the time said roommate was moving in, it had been a week and Enid had kept everything decently together but her side of the room had some clothes thrown around and her bed wasn't entirely made. It was unspoken, but Enid had started giving up hope her roommate was coming.

The moment that Enid had excitedly greeted her roommate and met the shorter girl's eyes, she knew that she had gotten her hopes too high. The new roommate wasn't going to gossip with her and she wouldn't paint her nails and talk about boys. If Enid made it through the rest of the semester alive, she would be surprised.

For Wednesday Addams, the thought of a soulmate was a dead end. She couldn't entertain the idea of being forever chained to one person and dotting over them like her parents. She vowed to never have imprinted words. She refused to have a weakness.