Alan Rickman Character Imagines

One dance (from alan rickman himself)

You were sitting in the living room waiting for Alan to get home from a late night event. You wanted to go with him but you had to work late yourself and by the time you would have gotten there you would've had to leave so you decided to stay home. Your job has been draining you lately. You feel like you're always at the office. You work about 11 hours a day five to six days a week but with Alan's work schedule it feels like you never stop working. Lately everytime you're off Alan is working. It feels like your work schedules never line up anymore.

You used to love your job but recently it's been feeling like a never ending loop. You wake up, go to work, come home, eat dinner that Alan has made for you or cook dinner for Alan to eat when he gets home. Either way you two never seem to be able to eat dinner together or go to bed together. One of you is either working late or working overtime. You have been trying to come home early but every time you think you're getting close to being able to come home at your normal time something happens and you get stuck working another 11 hour shift.

Besides your normal job you've been writing recently, you've always wanted to publish a book and you never actually decided to attempt until a few months ago. That was back when you had some free time on your hands, now it feels like this will end up being something you never get to finish. Alan has read what you have written and absolutely loves it. He's always encouraging you and telling you just how good it is and that it could be a bestseller.

It was now just past midnight and Alan wasn't home yet. You didn't change when you got home from work, you figured if by chance Alan got home at a decent time you would sit down at the table and eat dinner together. It didn't seem like that would be happening tonight. You opened your laptop and started working on your writing. You took tomorrow off so you and Alan could spend some time together since he was going to have tomorrow and the next day off so you decided to stay up late and wait for him to get home. However, you were up early and you were starting to feel your eyes droop. You didn't remember yourself falling asleep but your head jerked up and your eyes shot open. You couldn't have been asleep for more than a few seconds because the letter L was pressed on repeat for about four lines.

Sighing you rubbed your eyes and closed your laptop, plugging it into the charger for the night. You were just about to head up to bed when you heard the front door open and close. You could hear your husband's deep voice mumbling in the kitchen and keys clanking in the dish on the island. You could see him shed his jacket and throw it carelessly over one of the kitchen chairs. That body language told you that he was tired and had been trying to leave the event for some time but most likely kept getting pulled into conversations that he was too polite to walk away from.

"Welcome home, honey." You called to him from the living room.

"It's good to finally be home, my love. I thought I was never going to get out of there. I kept trying to sneak away but every time it seemed I had an opening to get away someone else came and wanted to start an entirely new conversation." He replied, coming over and kissing your forehead.

"How did you manage to get away?" You teased, lifting your head to accept the kiss.

"I said I had to use the restroom then slipped out the back door." He confessed.

"You fibber." You gasped, that was very unlike Alan but that just showed you how much he did not want to be there anymore.

"Oh please, that is something you would have done yourself." He scoffed at your dramatics.

"Yes but you're a lot more mature than I am." You pointed out.

"I suppose that is true, but I was hoping to be home with enough time to have a late dinner together. I suppose that's not going to happen now. At least we both have tomorrow off and can spend some time together." He sighed.

"I know, I'm excited to be able to actually spend a day together. Just have some time to ourselves for a change. I blocked my work number, I told them I wouldn't be taking any calls tomorrow but I know them and they will find an excuse to call me with questions." You told him.

"You think they'll try to bother you on your day off even after you told them not to?" Alan furrowed his brows.

"I think they'd bother me at a funeral if they deemed it important enough. I accidentally became important at work and it's exhausting." You confessed.

"That's ridiculous." Alan scoffed.

"Yes, well it is what it is."

"You don't seem to be loving what you're doing anymore, is that accurate?" He asked you in a very serious manner.

"It's not anywhere near as enjoyable as it used to be. The stress overshadows any joy I used to feel when I would go to work." You replied honestly.

"I've been thinking." He sat down beside you, taking your hand and looking at you seriously. "Since things have been picking up with your job and my job lately we haven't had much time for each other, and I hate that. I won't lie to you darling, it makes me sick to think about how little we see each other anymore. I miss you terribly and I've been wanting to bring this up to you for a while. However, it wasn't until recently I noticed how stressed and tired and drained you've been. I can tell that you're not finding any enjoyment in your job anymore... I want you to know that if you want to quit and pursue writing full time, even if it doesn't work out the way we want. I will support that. I'd love to see you enjoying what you're doing again and I think once this book is finished it will be a hit. Might even give J.K a run for her money." He chuckled, but you could see the sincerity behind his eyes. He believed everything he was saying. "I want to see you happy, and I want to spend more time with you."

"I appreciate that, but I don't want to seem like I'm leaving you to do all the work." You said, taking his hand in his.

"You know damn well that's not how I feel. Most spouses of people in this field don't work. I know you don't follow the norms, but if you're not happy I don't want you staying at this job. You enjoy writing. I see it on your face when you're doing it. I want you to do what makes you happy."

"Are you sure about this?" You asked.

"I am. I want to be able to spend time with you. I miss you and I know you've missed me too." He nodded.

"Oh course I miss you. I would've loved to have been there with you tonight."

"I wish you could have been there tonight. The music was tasteful for once." He brushed a piece of hair behind your ear.

"I know. I wish I had gotten off sooner. I was hoping to steal you for at least one dance." You sighed.

"I think I have a dance left." He smiled. Standing, he went to the speaker on the mantle and turned it on. He found the song you danced to at your wedding and let it play through the speaker. "May I?" He asked, holding his hand out to you.

"Of course." You smiled, taking his hand. He wrapped his hand around your waist and you laid your head on his shoulder loving the closeness.

"I'd take you to every event." He whispered, nuzzling his face against yours.

"I know, and I want that. I want more dances like this. To be seen with you... you're right my job doesn't make me happy anymore and what I want is to be happy. I want to spend more time with you. Maybe writing will give me a chance to do that."

"So?"

"So I'm going to put in my two weeks tomorrow. Email it anyway." You assured him.

"I love you." Hearing those words from his deep voice sent chills through you no matter how many times you've heard it.

"I love you too." You kissed him lightly. It wasn't just one dance you two had that night. You stayed up another hour or so slow dancing together enjoying being intertwined together for once with no other worries in the world.