Moments 1-10
Title: Moments (1-10)
Rating: K+
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Ian / Wanda
Genre: Romance / General
Warnings: Spoiler alert throughout the series
Story type: drabbles/one-shots
Author's Notes: These are drabbles that I wrote a while back and I decided to post them here. They can be a slice-of-life type, but also contain a few reflective scenes here and there. Also, some of these are ideas for fics that I never really got to write completely, so they ended up being drabbles instead. I hope you all enjoy!
Synopsis: A series of drabbles featuring our favorite adorable couple! Enjoy the different adventures these two live while in multiple settings filled with sweet feelings! Contains spoilers.
Introduction
It wasn't what they expected-him a human, her a soul. Both of them different at a point. He loathed her with all his heart in the beginning, even going to extreme measures as to choking her. She feared him like nothing could be feared, trying to escape from his tight grip which was depriving her of her oxygen.
It wasn't that usual meeting that involves hand shakes and friendly conversations; it was hatred unleashed, but tamed when his guilt was too great. It was terror exposed to her by the violence around her. And when he decided to move, it was like they were starting all over again. As if they were getting to know each other for the first time, leaving behind the terrible past they had once shared.
But with that done, it was the beginning for them, the event that would change them completely: his hatred, her dread. It all turned into something more beautiful than life itself, something that was worth living for. Their introduction was the start of a new feeling, the preface to their story, the foundation of a different perspective and an additional meaning to the word 'human'.
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Love
It grew instantly; they didn't know it was there. But when he grasped the idea that he could put his past behind him, a single chance was all it took.
He protected her with all his being, even wanted to kill his brother if he dared touch her. He was her body guard, her friend, her partner, and he opened her eyes to see that where she belonged was with him.
She trusted him completely with anything, knowing he would do what she asked. When they shared their first kiss, there was confusion, but also new hope.
He knew how she thought, how to comfort her, how to make her feel at ease. She accepted his kindness and gave in to his affection.
However, what got to them was something so tender and sweet, so unexpected. His observations of Jared were useful, learning from him so he wouldn't commit a mistake.
So when he saw that huge smile on her face through the darkness, he knew he had done well. He helped her realize that there was a possibility with him. Once she heard the crackling sound and smelled the artificial yet tasty cheese, she understood that if you take time to know a person, you learn to love. And you know it's love when he brings you Cheetos.
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Light
The humans surrounded the soul, awaiting her awakening.
It was tense because they feared she would not respond. It was suspenseful because they wanted for her to open her eyes, but nothing was happening.
She inhaled and exhaled moderately, unconsciousness still in her system. Her heart beat was calm and her pulse was normal, but still, what if she…?
Everything became clear the moment she flinched. She survived. And even if she would be a bit disoriented and confused, they would help her through it.
Her eyes fluttered open and her vision came in contact with the brightness she was looking for, the light that guided her. Her partner, her true love, shining in sapphire, ink, and snow.
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Dark
There was never really any light in the caves. Everywhere you turned, it would be shadowy and that was only in the daytime.
At night, it was pitch black and you had to feel for your surroundings to get by the complex labyrinth. If not, it was not fun tripping or getting lost.
The only sources of light were the blue lanterns, the few flashlights they had, and the cracks in the ceiling that allowed the sunlight in. But sometimes, they didn't mind that it was always dim. At least they were alive and themselves, mostly.
She liked it when she wanted to hide her emotions. He favoured it when he wanted to steal glances of her without her noticing. They liked it when they gave each other kisses and talked in private and slept without being bothered. It was one of their preferred features about the obscured bruise-purple-colored corridors because they got to be away from everyone else-yet together always-and nobody would be able to find them.
They would hide themselves from their own kind, escaping to their world that wasn't as mysterious as the planet they lived on, but as perfect as the life they had in the dark grotto.
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Seeking Solace
When she first started off as a human, she was bewildered by her thoughts, memories, and host. Kathy wasn't much of a help even if that was her job. She made her feel awkward rather than comfortable. She was ready to crack at the so called "help" of hers.
So she was caught off guard when he would come and understand so quickly. She showed great gratitude towards him for knowing her so well without her having to explain or ask.
But when she was emotional and needed to talk, he was there. So it was no surprise that when her heart got broken, he was standing at her side to mend it, put it back together, and help it grow again. He was the best solution, the wonderful medicine, the perfect comforter.
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Break Away
"Wanda, you can't." I said pain noticeable in my voice.
"Ian, I have to. It's the only way to…" her sentence was unfinished; tears escaped her eyes and sobs clogged her throat.
"To what, Wanda? Save us? We don't need for you to do that. It's not your fault that we were discovered! We'll resist them. We'll find a way around this." I reasoned.
"No, Ian. It's better if you lose me than them. I'm only one. They are thirty-five."
"But don't you see how this is?" I was holding a thick sob in my throat.
"They don't expect for me to be in Melanie's body. They just want me, the soul."
"But it's not the same. Don't compare your separation from Melanie to ours."
"Ian, I'm sorry, but that's how it's gonna be. I want to keep you safe."
"No! You can't leave. Not again, Wanda." I was really beginning to growl a bit.
"I don't want to leave you either, but I want for you to live honey. What other choice do I have?" She whispered coming closer.
"We can live together. Wanda, you're the one that completes me. Without you, it's like not having half my life. If you go, I go."
"But we can't."
"Yes we can. Dividing is not an option. We won't be apart! Do you hear me? Never, Wanda, never!"
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Heaven
A lovely paradise, one that they lost, but one they gained all the same.
To her, he was graceful and magnificent, always balanced and hardworking, kind as a soul and strong as a human could be.
To him, she was glorious. She was his angel and her goddess-like features only added to his statement.
Their relationship wasn't at all strange, even if irony got involved. It was wonderful and blessed and they thanked God for being able to find something so intriguing. It took almost the end of the world for them to find each other, but they acknowledged their coincidence in the shadowy halls that were the caves. Their home, their hiding place, their little piece of heaven.
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Innocence
"Ian, he's beautiful." She said looking into her husband's eyes, crying tears of joy and relief.
"Just like his mother." He commented while hugging Wanda closer.
She blushed as she turned her attention to the new born child in her arms, her baby, their baby.
He had his eyes-hypnotic sapphire irises filled with wonder and compassion. He possessed his ink black hair, although it wasn't as abundant as his. His tiny face was just like his, a copy, a duplicate. He even had his perfect sculpted nose reduced to the size compatible to his angelic face.
He was so fragile, so delicate in this state, so vulnerable in his petite mother's arms, yet so protected by his father's muscular arms which were wrapped around both his wife and child.
The baby glanced around his surroundings, meeting his new family's faces. But at the moment, he was the sight to see.
Martin Ian O'Shea was the baby of the hour. Just by looking at his face, you would feel the need to protect him, much like his mother. Because it wasn't just sheer impulse, but crucial in many ways. That baby that came into the world was a symbol of hope to humans everywhere, a danger to souls. For if that child was in public or exposed to the 'centipede society', no one would dare harm him. These hidden humans would win. But the souls would never suspect of a child such as him. So adorable, so young, so innocent.
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Drive
"Ian, be careful to not go over the speed limit. The Seekers are out there and they don't want anyone accelerating." I had to warn Ian about that.
"Okay, but once we reach the start of the desert, I'm going all speed, alright?" He said.
"Do what you want after this; just make sure to get out of here first." I laughed.
Last time we hit the road, Jared had sped up and the cops had come after us, almost exposing our safe haven. Luckily, I had lied our way out of it, but too close at that.
I don't want for that to happen to Ian. I'm not sure he could handle me lying to a Seeker and him hearing everything. And I'm not sure I could sound as convincing as last time. Because I would be risking his life. Because the Seekers might see my lies. Because I might slip up.
But that wouldn't happen because Ian really knows how to handle the wheel and knows as much sly work as Jared, even if he over-analyzes everything.
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Breathe Again
Danger was her constant companion while getting used to the caves. The inhabitants would try to kill her in any way possible until Jeb would step in with his rifle.
He was part of that group, yet minute by minute, his thoughts of her changed. When her life was in jeopardy with only single glares, he had to get involved. He couldn't handle the fact that someone was going to get hurt, even if that person had a soul inside of them.
They got to know each other, despite the odds, but later, his affection towards her grew stronger. He just had to react when he felt that she would get attacked. He wanted to claw any ones eyes out if they got a chance to hurt her.
When he found her with his brother on that collapsing floor at the verge of death, his oxygen was cut short. But once he got her and his obnoxious brother to safety, it returned. When she went with Jared to raid the nearest hospital, he got that same feeling and a twinge of rage because she had stabbed herself voluntarily and Jared didn't attempt to stop her. But when she was healed, his lungs could hold air again.
However, when she decided to give up her body and die to not be a burden anymore, he was chocking, turning blue from lack of air. But when she finally responded in her new body and opened her eyes so he could look into them, he let out that breath of air he was holding in-ready just in case he needed to swallow it-and relaxed. Because she was his supply of oxygen and because she lived, he would be able take in breaths.