Moments 31-40
Title: Moments (31-40)
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.
Flowers
Whenever I think of that outstanding day, I feel the need to cry. It was just so gorgeous. The day we got married was one of the happiest-or perhaps the happiest-moments of my ten lives.
Today was our anniversary. I had set up, well tried to, a rather impressive dinner so we could enjoy our day. It was somehow simple, but I managed something. I had learned to cook from observing people in the caves and from the various food channels there are on TV.
We lived in a world free from souls now-excluding Sunny and me-so we settled down a few months after that happened. I had just finished serving the portion of wine when I heard him step through the door.
I stepped into the bright hall and saw him with his arms stretched out-expecting a hug-but in his left arm was a beautiful bouquet of roses. They were indeed extravagant, but glorious all the same.
"I brought a little something for the woman I love." He said. "Happy anniversary."
I smiled and ran to him; he embraced me tightly as we kissed.
"They're beautiful, Ian!" I beamed.
"They reminded me of you." He commented.
I blushed. Maybe the pink of the petals matched my rubor.
"Thank you," I could see why, "I'll place them in water."
I went to the kitchen and got one of the empty vases we had and filled it with water so they wouldn't wither too soon. I placed the pretty flowers on the dining table where we were to eat.
He followed me and obviously saw the meal I had prepared for the evening.
"The food looks great, honey." He said as he pulled out a chair so I could sit. He's always the gentleman.
"I hope you like it."
We conversed for a while after we finished and then got up to do the dishes and clear the table. As we returned to the dining room, we saw one of the roses suddenly fall. Ian went and picked it up to place it on my hair like a decoration to my face.
"You look beautiful." He said as he touched my hair.
"You look very handsome yourself."
We stared at each other for a moment and in the next, our lips met and he carried me to our room to repeat our first night as husband and wife.
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Night
I lied down on the bed, cherishing what had happened earlier. We had our wedding, so amazing and bright just like the man that was now my husband. Our ceremony was glorious and our vows were so lovely. Ian really outdid his kindness today.
Our reception was wonderful and our waltz was beautiful. The party itself was even better, especially when Kyle accidentally dropped one of the cake columns on Sharon and part of the delicious desert landed on her hair and face and, in addition, stained her yellow dress with the wine that was spilled from her glass.
I couldn't control my laughter even if it was mean of me. Ian was laughing also, maybe about the same subject. No, he was laughing about that, too. I know him.
He came and lied on top of me as he captured my lips, both of us still chuckling.
"That was too funny, Ian." I squealed. My soprano voice only made me laugh more.
"The way you squeaked." He said chuckling.
"I know, it's too high-pitchy." I commented.
"No, no, it's cute. That was so…cute." He chuckled more.
He released my lips and we both sighed. He looked into my eyes so kindly, but with every passing second, they began to glow. Those blue flames were igniting; he was getting fierce.
My eyes widened as he caught my lips again, just fifteen-thousand times more passionately. Our breathing sped up and before I knew it, I was panting and gasping, feeling his sculpted chest with my petite hands. He was tracing my curves with his hands, giving me goose-bumps as he touched my abdomen, hips and chest. Then, our hands met and curled into each other.
I could feel his ring in my right hand and I was sure he could feel mine in his. It was gorgeous. White gold and diamond were so easy to feel in my fingers, so right that it could never feel wrong.
We were married; I was Mrs. Ian O'Shea now and I liked the idea. This beautiful night would always be remembered. Our honeymoon, our wedding-our love-were all here.
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Expectations
He was so warm and soft. And caring, always that. Even when he hugged me like this, he was gentle.
I looked up to see into his sapphire eyes and found him staring into my gray ones. I couldn't believe that I was actually here, blessed and living with the man that was so perfect. Was this truly meant for me? I expected less when I first got here, even thought I wouldn't survive a day. But it's been four years and things have turned out fabulously.
"I love you." He said as he brought me closer.
I had to giggle. "I love you, too." I said as I reached his lips.
I didn't really have this in mind: living a wonderful life with a kind human. I didn't believe I would fit in here, much less be loved. But it's a strange world and I'm glad that what I expected didn't happen.
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Stars
This was something I couldn't believe. I was actually here, alive, in a new body! Doc didn't kill me. They saved me instead. Everything turned out so perfect. They really want me here.
After my awakening, I decided to try this new body out. It was small and delicate, but I could manage. Although I did feel like a miniature figure next to Ian. He was jus so huge.
I walked around the dark caves (with Ian), ate (with Ian), and talked to the few friends that I had (with Ian).
I grew tired quickly, though, and told Ian that I needed to rest. We walked back to his room, but since I was too exhausted-thanks to this weak body-I didn't have the strength to argue about how awkward it would be to sleep in his room. But why should I argue? I mean, I wasn't in Melanie's body anymore, so it wasn't that wrong.
So we lied on the mattress and for once, I didn't curl up into a ball. Ian wrapped his arms around me and we looked into one anothers' eyes and smiled. It was so quiet that it felt incorrect to speak at the moment.
But I closed my eyes and fell asleep; maybe Ian did the same. When I woke, it was still dark and I was pulled closer to Ian's chest. So, my first night here was calm and quiet.
My eyes travelled to Ian's face and saw the innocence in his features. He looked like a child. I looked up at the ceiling and noticed the three stars that I had seen the night I was to be detached from Mel's body. They didn't let me go. They kept me here, knowing I would be wanted and needed, knowledgeable of the fact that my home was in this planet with the man with the eyes that twinkled like stars. And then, the bright lights winked to assure me of that.
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Hold my Hand
She was rather nervous. The news were so sudden and it had never crossed her mind that his parents were alive.
Ian's mother was waiting for her sons in the cave's kitchen, a bit traumatized from being controlled by a soul. Wanda and Ian had rescued her during a raid and extracted the little silver spirit out.
Wanda didn't know what she would say. She didn't want to scare her future mother-in-law, but she was also afraid of being rejected.
Ian was holding her hand in both of his, waiting for her response to the idea of being introduced to his mother.
"What if she doesn't like me, Ian?" She asked.
"Don't worry; I'm here. Nothing wrong will happen. She's a very understanding person and needless to say, nobody can reject you." He comforted.
She appreciated that and felt a bit relieved, but still felt the need to hide her tiny form.
"Okay, let's go meet her then." She said as she stood, still holding his hand, clutching it tightly, never wanting to release it. He squeezed her hand to reassure that he was there, unwilling to let go as well, promising to be there for her.
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Precious Treasure
It looked wrong to them that he thought fondly of her when she was their enemy. But he didn't care. No one cared to get to know her other than a few people, so their opinion didn't matter.
She was hunted by those around her and exposed to so much violence that he felt the need to protect her. He didn't want for anyone to touch her if they meant to harm her.
He would kill for her, fight for her, even die for her as long as she remained safe. He would even go against his brother and Jared, not minding if they went against him.
Nothing was more important to him other than her. He wanted to care for her and help her in any way possible. And he wanted for her to stay with him. Because he was happy and she was happy and no one would come between that.
She was so dear to him, treated like a person, loved as a woman. And when her tenth life began, he treated her as a priceless jewel. Because he had found the person that made him complete and he repaid her by giving her care and love. She was his sapphire's gold and silver, his midnight's light, his snow's sunrays, his precious treasure.
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Eyes
They are said to be a passageway to a person's heart and you can see who they are just by analyzing.
She could see into his and see piercing sapphire, warm and scorching, passionate and kind. His persona to her meant so much because he was one of the few people that gave her a chance. He treated her like a human. When she stared into his beautiful irises she knew he could be trusted, not someone who wanted to harm her.
The first time he saw into her eyes, he couldn't believe he had come upon his enemy. His actions were violent and extreme, but that was because she was a stranger to him. The actual time that he stared into her hazel-green orbs, he didn't care if she had a silver ring around the pupil. He knew that she meant no harm, that she had kindness in her, that she should be treated like a person. He didn't see into her heart, but rather her soul. He saw into her and he fell in love with her, not her body.
And even when she changed bodies, and she had gray rather than honey-green, he still saw the same person, the girl he knew. Looks didn't matter as long as he could stare into her silver rimmed eyes and see that she was still with him, loving him, making him happy.
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Abandoned
You find her in one of the new member's arms; he's got his arm around her neck, ready to choke her. She's surrounded by the new crowd, defenceless, unprotected, weak, vulnerable.
You point your glock at them and order them to let her go. They reject the idea. Jeb points his rifle at them and reminds them that it was his house and his rules and they had to accept the people that lived in the caves. If they couldn't they should leave.
Among the new comers is your father. He looks at you with an infuriated expression, not believing the fact that you defend the so called "enemy". He begins to argue with you and you feel betrayed. He who you call 'father' is against you, not accepting the woman you love, supporting the action of taking her life.
They finally give up and drop her; she falls and begins to gasp for air, looking down, not wanting to meet their gazes. You cross through them and carry her off the rocky ground, cradling her in your arms with great care, analyzing her neck for any damage. You spot a forming bruise and your eyes travel to the disrespecting humans. You meet your father's blue eyes-your eyes-and feel like the whole world is your enemy. You thought that having your parent with you would be a relief, but then you think that thought over and get the feeling that he left you alone. Because if he doesn't accept her, then he's not accepting you, and you give up the idea of being his son. You are considered his enemy, yet that doesn't bother you because both her and you would be feared and hated.
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Dreams
It pained him to admit it, but he had officially lost what little he had, including love. Everyone had found a mate, leaving him without choices.
When she arrived, he felt even more enraged. His enemy was in and he supposed she would take the caves away as well.
But through friendly conversations, he had never imagined something so beautiful. And it was so real that it didn't seem fake, not even when he slept.
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Rate
He didn't know how he was going to do it, but some way and somehow, he was going to win her heart. He would try every single way there was to conquer a woman's heart, he would observe Jared if necessary; heck he would even read Flirting for Dummies, but no doubt, she was going to be his.
He didn't really need any of those things though. All he had to do was be his honest, kind, sensitive self and slowly, she started to see his affection. He got her by protecting her, by believing her and even by bringing her Cheetos. He even threatened Jared and Kyle from time to time just to leave her alone.
What helped even more was the kiss he gave her. And he found out eventually that at the rate he was going, she would love him in no time.
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.
Flowers
Whenever I think of that outstanding day, I feel the need to cry. It was just so gorgeous. The day we got married was one of the happiest-or perhaps the happiest-moments of my ten lives.
Today was our anniversary. I had set up, well tried to, a rather impressive dinner so we could enjoy our day. It was somehow simple, but I managed something. I had learned to cook from observing people in the caves and from the various food channels there are on TV.
We lived in a world free from souls now-excluding Sunny and me-so we settled down a few months after that happened. I had just finished serving the portion of wine when I heard him step through the door.
I stepped into the bright hall and saw him with his arms stretched out-expecting a hug-but in his left arm was a beautiful bouquet of roses. They were indeed extravagant, but glorious all the same.
"I brought a little something for the woman I love." He said. "Happy anniversary."
I smiled and ran to him; he embraced me tightly as we kissed.
"They're beautiful, Ian!" I beamed.
"They reminded me of you." He commented.
I blushed. Maybe the pink of the petals matched my rubor.
"Thank you," I could see why, "I'll place them in water."
I went to the kitchen and got one of the empty vases we had and filled it with water so they wouldn't wither too soon. I placed the pretty flowers on the dining table where we were to eat.
He followed me and obviously saw the meal I had prepared for the evening.
"The food looks great, honey." He said as he pulled out a chair so I could sit. He's always the gentleman.
"I hope you like it."
We conversed for a while after we finished and then got up to do the dishes and clear the table. As we returned to the dining room, we saw one of the roses suddenly fall. Ian went and picked it up to place it on my hair like a decoration to my face.
"You look beautiful." He said as he touched my hair.
"You look very handsome yourself."
We stared at each other for a moment and in the next, our lips met and he carried me to our room to repeat our first night as husband and wife.
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Night
I lied down on the bed, cherishing what had happened earlier. We had our wedding, so amazing and bright just like the man that was now my husband. Our ceremony was glorious and our vows were so lovely. Ian really outdid his kindness today.
Our reception was wonderful and our waltz was beautiful. The party itself was even better, especially when Kyle accidentally dropped one of the cake columns on Sharon and part of the delicious desert landed on her hair and face and, in addition, stained her yellow dress with the wine that was spilled from her glass.
I couldn't control my laughter even if it was mean of me. Ian was laughing also, maybe about the same subject. No, he was laughing about that, too. I know him.
He came and lied on top of me as he captured my lips, both of us still chuckling.
"That was too funny, Ian." I squealed. My soprano voice only made me laugh more.
"The way you squeaked." He said chuckling.
"I know, it's too high-pitchy." I commented.
"No, no, it's cute. That was so…cute." He chuckled more.
He released my lips and we both sighed. He looked into my eyes so kindly, but with every passing second, they began to glow. Those blue flames were igniting; he was getting fierce.
My eyes widened as he caught my lips again, just fifteen-thousand times more passionately. Our breathing sped up and before I knew it, I was panting and gasping, feeling his sculpted chest with my petite hands. He was tracing my curves with his hands, giving me goose-bumps as he touched my abdomen, hips and chest. Then, our hands met and curled into each other.
I could feel his ring in my right hand and I was sure he could feel mine in his. It was gorgeous. White gold and diamond were so easy to feel in my fingers, so right that it could never feel wrong.
We were married; I was Mrs. Ian O'Shea now and I liked the idea. This beautiful night would always be remembered. Our honeymoon, our wedding-our love-were all here.
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Expectations
He was so warm and soft. And caring, always that. Even when he hugged me like this, he was gentle.
I looked up to see into his sapphire eyes and found him staring into my gray ones. I couldn't believe that I was actually here, blessed and living with the man that was so perfect. Was this truly meant for me? I expected less when I first got here, even thought I wouldn't survive a day. But it's been four years and things have turned out fabulously.
"I love you." He said as he brought me closer.
I had to giggle. "I love you, too." I said as I reached his lips.
I didn't really have this in mind: living a wonderful life with a kind human. I didn't believe I would fit in here, much less be loved. But it's a strange world and I'm glad that what I expected didn't happen.
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Stars
This was something I couldn't believe. I was actually here, alive, in a new body! Doc didn't kill me. They saved me instead. Everything turned out so perfect. They really want me here.
After my awakening, I decided to try this new body out. It was small and delicate, but I could manage. Although I did feel like a miniature figure next to Ian. He was jus so huge.
I walked around the dark caves (with Ian), ate (with Ian), and talked to the few friends that I had (with Ian).
I grew tired quickly, though, and told Ian that I needed to rest. We walked back to his room, but since I was too exhausted-thanks to this weak body-I didn't have the strength to argue about how awkward it would be to sleep in his room. But why should I argue? I mean, I wasn't in Melanie's body anymore, so it wasn't that wrong.
So we lied on the mattress and for once, I didn't curl up into a ball. Ian wrapped his arms around me and we looked into one anothers' eyes and smiled. It was so quiet that it felt incorrect to speak at the moment.
But I closed my eyes and fell asleep; maybe Ian did the same. When I woke, it was still dark and I was pulled closer to Ian's chest. So, my first night here was calm and quiet.
My eyes travelled to Ian's face and saw the innocence in his features. He looked like a child. I looked up at the ceiling and noticed the three stars that I had seen the night I was to be detached from Mel's body. They didn't let me go. They kept me here, knowing I would be wanted and needed, knowledgeable of the fact that my home was in this planet with the man with the eyes that twinkled like stars. And then, the bright lights winked to assure me of that.
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Hold my Hand
She was rather nervous. The news were so sudden and it had never crossed her mind that his parents were alive.
Ian's mother was waiting for her sons in the cave's kitchen, a bit traumatized from being controlled by a soul. Wanda and Ian had rescued her during a raid and extracted the little silver spirit out.
Wanda didn't know what she would say. She didn't want to scare her future mother-in-law, but she was also afraid of being rejected.
Ian was holding her hand in both of his, waiting for her response to the idea of being introduced to his mother.
"What if she doesn't like me, Ian?" She asked.
"Don't worry; I'm here. Nothing wrong will happen. She's a very understanding person and needless to say, nobody can reject you." He comforted.
She appreciated that and felt a bit relieved, but still felt the need to hide her tiny form.
"Okay, let's go meet her then." She said as she stood, still holding his hand, clutching it tightly, never wanting to release it. He squeezed her hand to reassure that he was there, unwilling to let go as well, promising to be there for her.
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Precious Treasure
It looked wrong to them that he thought fondly of her when she was their enemy. But he didn't care. No one cared to get to know her other than a few people, so their opinion didn't matter.
She was hunted by those around her and exposed to so much violence that he felt the need to protect her. He didn't want for anyone to touch her if they meant to harm her.
He would kill for her, fight for her, even die for her as long as she remained safe. He would even go against his brother and Jared, not minding if they went against him.
Nothing was more important to him other than her. He wanted to care for her and help her in any way possible. And he wanted for her to stay with him. Because he was happy and she was happy and no one would come between that.
She was so dear to him, treated like a person, loved as a woman. And when her tenth life began, he treated her as a priceless jewel. Because he had found the person that made him complete and he repaid her by giving her care and love. She was his sapphire's gold and silver, his midnight's light, his snow's sunrays, his precious treasure.
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Eyes
They are said to be a passageway to a person's heart and you can see who they are just by analyzing.
She could see into his and see piercing sapphire, warm and scorching, passionate and kind. His persona to her meant so much because he was one of the few people that gave her a chance. He treated her like a human. When she stared into his beautiful irises she knew he could be trusted, not someone who wanted to harm her.
The first time he saw into her eyes, he couldn't believe he had come upon his enemy. His actions were violent and extreme, but that was because she was a stranger to him. The actual time that he stared into her hazel-green orbs, he didn't care if she had a silver ring around the pupil. He knew that she meant no harm, that she had kindness in her, that she should be treated like a person. He didn't see into her heart, but rather her soul. He saw into her and he fell in love with her, not her body.
And even when she changed bodies, and she had gray rather than honey-green, he still saw the same person, the girl he knew. Looks didn't matter as long as he could stare into her silver rimmed eyes and see that she was still with him, loving him, making him happy.
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Abandoned
You find her in one of the new member's arms; he's got his arm around her neck, ready to choke her. She's surrounded by the new crowd, defenceless, unprotected, weak, vulnerable.
You point your glock at them and order them to let her go. They reject the idea. Jeb points his rifle at them and reminds them that it was his house and his rules and they had to accept the people that lived in the caves. If they couldn't they should leave.
Among the new comers is your father. He looks at you with an infuriated expression, not believing the fact that you defend the so called "enemy". He begins to argue with you and you feel betrayed. He who you call 'father' is against you, not accepting the woman you love, supporting the action of taking her life.
They finally give up and drop her; she falls and begins to gasp for air, looking down, not wanting to meet their gazes. You cross through them and carry her off the rocky ground, cradling her in your arms with great care, analyzing her neck for any damage. You spot a forming bruise and your eyes travel to the disrespecting humans. You meet your father's blue eyes-your eyes-and feel like the whole world is your enemy. You thought that having your parent with you would be a relief, but then you think that thought over and get the feeling that he left you alone. Because if he doesn't accept her, then he's not accepting you, and you give up the idea of being his son. You are considered his enemy, yet that doesn't bother you because both her and you would be feared and hated.
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Dreams
It pained him to admit it, but he had officially lost what little he had, including love. Everyone had found a mate, leaving him without choices.
When she arrived, he felt even more enraged. His enemy was in and he supposed she would take the caves away as well.
But through friendly conversations, he had never imagined something so beautiful. And it was so real that it didn't seem fake, not even when he slept.
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He didn't know how he was going to do it, but some way and somehow, he was going to win her heart. He would try every single way there was to conquer a woman's heart, he would observe Jared if necessary; heck he would even read Flirting for Dummies, but no doubt, she was going to be his.
He didn't really need any of those things though. All he had to do was be his honest, kind, sensitive self and slowly, she started to see his affection. He got her by protecting her, by believing her and even by bringing her Cheetos. He even threatened Jared and Kyle from time to time just to leave her alone.
What helped even more was the kiss he gave her. And he found out eventually that at the rate he was going, she would love him in no time.