Alan rickman characters one shots

Obadiah Slope - (1) 🛐

You decided to go looking for Mr Harding. Getting up after the service, the organ playing merrily you found him, just leaving the office. "Mr Harding?" you asked.

"Yes?"

"I am Ms (y/n) it is lovely to meet you" you said.

"And you too my dear" he said.

"I just wanted to say thank you for your music. I have just moved here and was overjoyed when I discovered you work at the cathedral here" you said. "I have sung much of your work"

"Thank you" he said. "I am so glad that my work has touched the hearts of people" his eyes twinkled and a smile rested on his lips.

"I must go" you said, bowing slightly. "Thank you"

"You're welcome, my child" he said. "If you ever want to see some of my works in progress you need just to send a letter" he winked cheekily and you grinned.

"You are too kind"

"Not at all" he said and shook your hand. "It has been lovely to meet you"

"And you too" you said. You watched him walk away and suddenly felt a presence behind you.

"You have met Mr Harding" Obadiah stated.

"I have" you said, watching him walk toward the end of the church. "I quite like him. He reminds me of my late grandfather"

Obadiah didn't comment, instead turning as the Bishop and his wife approached him.

Mr Harding was overjoyed, he had a fan. This helped to relieve the pain he felt due to the sermon and when he met with his daughters he was much happier than when he left the office.

"I see you met Mrs Slope" Susan said.

"Mrs Slope?" he asked. "Are you saying that this intolerable man is married?"

"To Ms (y/n)" Susan said.

Mr Harding's face dropped. "The same Ms (y/n) who praised my music as I came out of the office"

"She said to give you her warmest regards before the service, apparently she enjoys your music" Susan said. "Well she must not be lying"

"Lying about what?" Mr Harding asked.

"Lying about liking your music" Susan said. "I looked at her throughout the sermon, she did not seem to know it. She also doesn't seem the type to be polite due to her husband's wishes"

"I am not sure what you are getting at" Mr Harding said, thinking

"She does seem like a fine and beautiful woman" Elenor said, trying to stop the theorising that Slope told you to be kind about Mr Harding. "Inside and out"

"I wonder what brought her to meet Mr Slope?" Mr Harding asked.

"We may never know" Susan said.

"Let us go" Mr Harding said. "We can talk more of this matter over tea. The two nodded and they all walked out.

You watched as Slope got out of his robes and hung them up next to the multitude of others.

"You offended Mr Harding" you said.

"Offended?" Obadiah asked.

"Yes, you insulted his music to his congregation" you said.

"You know my views poppet" he said.

"I do" you said. "I just think you should have been more gentle"

Obadiah stalked over to you and cupped your cheek. "I believe it was sincere which was needed" he said. "And anyway, I am going over to Mr Harding's abode in twenty minutes"

"I will get back to the house" you said.

"Good girl" he said, kissing your cheek gently. You giggled at the nickname and he smirked, moving his lips to yours and pushing you against the curtains of were the robes where kept, meaning you felt into the wooden structure, the thick green curtains doing nothing to stop your fall as you hit your head on the wooden bottom of the robe rack.

"Poppet?" Obadiah asked worriedly. He pushed his hand through his pristine hair and managed to pull you up and into your arms. "Silly Poppet" he muttered, stroking your hair. "I will have to cancel the meeting to look after you" he caressed your cheek. "Are you dizzy?" he asked.

"A little" you mumbled.

"Then take my arm when you stand okay?"

You nodded and let you stand and grabbed your arm. Quickly he wrote a note to be posted and together you walked toward the Harding residence, posting the small note through the door he led you home and to bed.

"I am fine now" you grumbled.

"I don't want my wife hurt" Obadiah said. "So lay down and rest" you sighed and nodded, getting under the covers. Obadiah joined you and wrapped his arms around your waist. "Rest my dear and I will recite to you some bible verses. You nodded and closed your eyes as Obadiah started reciting a bible passage while watching your face as you relaxed into his arms. You were so perfect, his angel, a gift from the Lord himself. Obadiah stroked your hair and watched you as you snuggled into his warm and firm chest. Obadiah pulled you further in and together you drifted to sleep.