fictional marriage

What is it that causes us to fall in love? We are met with those first, initial glimpses– a kind of curiosity, a longing for that which is both familiar and unknown in the other. And then comes the surprise of discovery; we share certain aspirations, certain appreciations, and that which is different excites us. Before each other, we are moved to bravery and we come to reveal more and more of ourselves, and when we do, those very traits that caused us some embarrassment or shame become beautiful in ways we did not understand before, and the entire world becomes more beautiful for it. There are, too, those intimate and nearly primitive stirrings, the scent of the neck, the delicious tremble of skin and breath. Yet for all their pleasures, they are as tenuous as light and air, and demand no fidelity.

And then there is this: Does not love depend on some belief in the future, some expectation beyond the delight of the moment? We fall in love because we imagine a certain life together. We will marry. We will laugh and dance together. We will have children.

When expectation falls to ruins, what is there left for love?

—  Eowyn Ivey, To The Bright Edge of the World
The Cage

The cage has been passed down since before written record. It moves from mother to daughter in a silent ceremony. The bars of the cage still glisten with what gold remains untarnished. The rest has fallen victim to that serial murderer known as age. The lean door still opens and closes; dust from ancient beings loosed from its hinges. Dust, after all, is just the cells of dead skin. And the cage has seen many deaths.

Right now the cage is waiting for Amelia. Amelia has barely grasped the concept of life outside herself. Her world is full of familiar rooms and hallways. She is occupied by the faces of her family, and the three husk dolls she plays with. Their names are Squeak, Bite, and Dry. A sheltered life is all she has ever known. It is better this way. It makes it easier.

Amelia has left her room. She takes Squeak with her. Bite and Dry gaze enviously out of their vacant, dead eyes. The hallway is softly lit by candlelight. It flickers against the white satin of Amelia’s gown. This is the most extravagant dress she will ever wear. It falls plainly like a sack against her body.

I am awake and sitting in the pitch darkness of the living room. This night has been long in the making. I sit the way my mother must have sat, alone and aloof, awaiting the presence of her daughter. I both dread and welcome this night. I live with the contradiction as so many women have before me.

Amelia enters. She stands in the blackness.

“Are you ready?” My voice does not quiver.

“I will do as the prophet wishes.” She clutches Squeak close to her chest.

“And if the prophet wishes for you to die?”

“I will do as the prophet wishes.” Amelia knows these words by heart.

I rise from my position and light a lantern beside me. The room erupts in orange light. It bathes Amelia in a harsh glow. Her plain gown seems almost alive as it reflects the licking fire. She has turned Squeak’s head so it is looking at her face. I feel a stab of pity.

The cage sits on the floor of the room. It is only three feet high and half that wide. It might be confused for a dog kennel if it weren’t for the ornate gold bars. In the many generations before me this cage must have been a marvel. It must have glittered and gleamed. But now the pageantry has been dulled. The years have carved their initials onto the beauty that once was.

Even still, it is a sight to behold. Especially for Amelia.

The lantern light has beckoned to my husband and the young man he has with him. They enter the room with greedy smiles. My husband has waited so long for this ceremony. He does not try to hide his excitement. The boy is less sure. He is about 20 or so. He is completely clean shaven and wears a wide brim hat that does little to hide his nervousness.

I light more candles so the room feels warm. Amelia still holds that husk doll as though it might change what is about to happen. She has turned Squeak’s face so it is now staring at me.

When I speak, my voice is clear and unwavering. “I have asked the girl if she is ready to do the prophet’s bidding. She has agreed.”

The boy shifts uncomfortably. My husband places a heavy hand on his shoulder.

I speak again, “Now I ask the boy. Are you ready?”

He clears his throat. “Yes.”

“You wish to wed this girl?”

“Yes.” His face becomes bit hungrier now. He can see Amelia’s body beneath her gown. He has heard couples making love. The boy can still hear the cries of ecstasy. He wants to add his voice to those of the lovers.

I brush my hand along the cage. “This cage represents the bonds of marriage. They are unbreakable and can withstand even the thickest storm.” I open the cage door. It makes a low rumble as the bars free themselves.

The boy starts to shake with anticipation. “How long must she stay in there?” He is new to our village. He comes from Amish country to the north. We receive many former Amish men looking for a place similar to their homes. We welcome them. They make perfect husbands.

“The virgin shall remain in the cage until the time of consummation.” I beckon to Amelia. She steps forward. “Do you wish to please the prophet?”

“I will do as the prophet wishes.” She has turned Squeak’s face so it now glares at the cage.

“And you?” I turn to the boy, who is pushed forward by my husband. “Do you wish to please?”

“Yes,” he says breathlessly. “Yes.”

I put my arms around them both, feeling their individual heartbeats. “Then let the prophet’s will be done.”

Carefully I release my grip on Amelia and use both hands to shove the boy into the cage. Before he can protest I have closed the door and locked it. This is not my first time.

The cage is just small enough where the boy cannot stand but he also cannot sit. Instead he crouches awkwardly, pressed against the bars. He is angry. “What is going on?”

“The cage represents marriage,” I say smoothly. “The virgin will be released upon consummation.”

“I thought SHE was going in here! I am the man, the husband.”

“You are the breeding sow,” I respond. My husband falls to his knees, tears in his eyes.

“Is this the one?” he asks. “Am I free to go now?”

I regard my husband carefully. He has been a good slave all these years. He has given me Amelia. He has brought her three previous suitors. Once she has selected a husband for herself, he will be a free man again. Perhaps he will find his way to the place of his birth. But until Amelia has picked a man, he is bound to me.

I remember when it was him locked in the cage. It took me two years to decide that he would be my husband. Two years in the cage made putty of his legs and mind. My own mother would feed him scraps from the table. She would poke him with sticks from the fire, laughing at his agony. I remember my father’s impatience. The same impatience I see in my husband now.

The boy is crying and pleading with me, but I only have eyes for my daughter. Her three previous suitors were not to her liking. As is tradition, we made offerings out of their flesh. They were turned into three husk dolls for Amelia to play with. Her favorite, Squeak, was starved to death inside the tiny prison. At the end he could only make small whines to protest his death. But, like the others, he died behind the faded golden bars.

Amelia studies the boy. “He looks strong,” she says causally. “He has a pretty face. Almost like a woman’s.”

“Could you stand looking at that face for many years to come?” I smile at her. She reminds me so much of myself. I too was picky when it came to my husband. In my bedroom sit nine husk dolls similar to the one in her arms.

“I think so, but I’m not sure.” She looks to me. “Might I wait and decide?”

“You can wait as long as you need.” I stroke her hair lovingly. “If he dies before you decide then we know it was not meant to be.”

My husband is softly crying, realizing that his prison sentence will not be lifted on this night. The boy is pounding at the bars and screaming. I blow out the candles and leave the men to their sorrow. I walk Amelia back to her bedroom.

She sets Squeak on the shelf next to the others. Then she climbs into bed. I kiss her gently on the forehead.

“Is the prophet pleased with me?” she asks quietly.

“Very pleased,” I respond.

She sighs happily and closes her eyes. I tuck her in and leave her. I can still hear the howls from the boy and the soft whimpers of my husband. But my mind is set in the future, when I am gone and my daughter will lead this congregation. I have no doubt she will make an excellent prophet, just as my mother was. Just as I am.

Somewhere in my dream I possessed the body of a man who was cheating on his wife with this stereotypical rich blonde. I rocked up to her mansion, walked into the bedroom, but instead of sex I told her we had to stop, and refused all her advances. I saved this man’s fictional marriage.

A painful arrangement.

Based on this imagine for imaginexhobbit

Characters: Legolas, Thorin, Reader, Fili, Kili

Paring: Thorin x dwarf reader

Warnings: angst, nswf, fluff

Word count: 3,370 (I got carried away OMG)

Okay so this is the very first time I write a fiction. I am sorry English isn’t my first language, I did my best to be coherent. Please bear with me, I do hope that you won’t be disappointed :) Also, this fiction can be continued if requested and appreciated. Let me know. Enjoy ! :)


You were finally living in Erebor, with the one you always loved. You were finally showing your love for him after months spent on a quest, living through the rough winter by his side. At first, it hadn’t been that easy for you and Thorin Oakenshield to end up together. There were many fights, many confrontations, especially when you decided not to listen to him and go on that quest.

As a dwarrow dam, you were considered as a precious being who didn’t need to be wasted in a battlefield among horrid creatures. But your stubbornness and determination to follow your one and only one, made you find your bravery. Therefore, you ended on a pony, traveling with the company and spending time with Fili and Kili.

The two princes were your close friends, the ones you could feel comfortable with. They were the ones who pushed you into their uncle’s arms, despite his stubbornness and the denial of his feelings towards you. The end of the quest has been better for you as the anger of the dwarven King slowly faded and let his true feelings invade him.

The battle had been a rough one, one that scared you to death: as your beloved had killed the pale Orc, he still ended injured and you were convinced that you would never see him again. But thanks to the herbs that Oin possessed, Thorin survived and soon rose on the throne of Erebor after a few weeks of rest.

Life was better, finally moving and offering the possibility to live it by Thorin’s side. You would find him at nights, after a hard day spent with the council, and spend the night by his side, kissing and cuddling. Despite the fact that he was the King, he still had to respect a courtship with you before going further, which was highly frustrating for the both of you, especially when things were getting steamy. You both had to stop and separate before violating the rules. This was of course making you laugh and rising the complicity that you had. You were already seeing yourself as the future Queen of Erebor, the mother his children, his wife and true love.

But sadly, that happiness soon went interrupted when on that first morning of winter, a particular visitor came and interrupted the daily life of the kingdom. Legolas, son of Thranduil, elven prince of Mirkwood, approached the throne and bowed towards Thorin. You couldn’t stop but have that hatred feeling, especially when his eyes laid on you. You felt a chill run down your spine and something was telling you that a bad thing would happen…

« Good morning, Lord Thorin. I see that you have rebuilt Erebor. This place is now back to its majesty. » declared the blond elf.

« Indeed. I’m glad that you arrived that soon. » Thorin answered.

This last sentence caught your attention and you turned your head to look at him a bit surprised. Since when was your beloved that welcoming towards an elf ? Something was definitely going wrong and you could feel your heart beating faster. Legolas smiled at Thorin and looked at you:

« Lady y/n, as beautiful as always… » started the elven prince. He had that sparkle in the eyes, as if he knew he had won such a precious trophy.  « May I add that I’m very honored to leave this place with you…. »

Thorin tried to stop him but it was too late. You had turned your head to look at him, trying to seek for an explanation. Leave this place with him ? What in Mahal’s world was that elf talking about ?

« Thorin ? »

« Y/n, there is something I need to tell you… »

« Indeed, you do.. »

« Legolas, would you mind if I talked to her first ? » asked the dwarven king.

« Okay, I will wait outside. » the elven prince suggested.

As he slowly faded in such a graceful move, you felt your breath hardening and your heart racing. At that moment, you knew that something was about to happen. When you locked your y/e/c into the azur ones that you fell in love with, you could notice sadness, emptiness.

« Thorin…. » you started, feeling the lump in your throat.

« Y/n, I am so sorry my love… I just have to do this in order to keep a courteous relationship with my new allies. Legolas had asked me to offer you to him. He… Fell in love with you since the first day he met you…. That’s all he wants and I can’t… Jeopardize this… » explained in a painful tone the dwarven King.

That’s it. You felt like a punch in your stomach, as if you were about to vomit. Your heart broke, hurt you so deeply that you couldn’t even breathe. You had to put a hand on the marbled wall to support your entire body. Your legs started shaking and anger soon got out of your own mouth.

« What in Mahal’s hell have you done ? I do not want to live with him ! I want YOU, Thorin ! Don’t do this, don’t break this courtship, this future I want with you ! Don’t break me…. »

« Y/n, the decision has been made. There is no way to go back on that. » argued Thorin, his eyes darker than before. You could feel the anger rising as well on his side.

« I won’t go. »

« Don’t be stubborn. »

« I said: I. Won’t. Go. »

« You will have to. Because I’m now in the obligation of chasing you out of this kingdom. And if you do not obey to your own king, I will ban you. Am I clear ? » asked in such a cold and bossy tone the rightful King of Erebor.

« …. Clear. » you spat, despise and pain expressing the way you felt.

He had betrayed you. There was no way back for you to ever forgive him. As he tried to approach you to caress your face, you stepped back, glaring at him. The look on his face was painful and he nodded his head before adding in such a whisper. « Go… He will treat you well… I will always love you, there will never be a Queen of Erebor other than you. »

« No you don’t. If you did love me, you would’ve jeopardize your relationship with the elves and fought not to give me away like a vulgar piece of meat. »

You slowly stepped back and felt your tears rolling down your cheeks. Fili and Kili slowly entered the hall and discovered you all hurt and crying. As they tried to question their uncle, Thorin turned his back on them and slowly disappeared in his own quarters, not even accompanying you to your new betrothed. Fili turned his head and realized that the rumor that has run down the corridors was real. He approached you and hugged you tight.

« I’m so sorry, y/n… » murmured the golden-haired prince in your ear.

« I am sorry too, Fili… » you looked at him and took a deep breath before looking at Kili as well: « Please.. Make sure that he’s fine… No matter how furious I am right now, I will always love him. »

Both princes nodded and slowly stepped back, letting you go and meet Legolas. The prince bowed to you and offered you a gentle smile. He helped you climb on his horse and did it as well. He wrapped his arms around your body, which made you shiver. What would your future be ? A future as the new princess of Mirkwood ? Bearing a mix of elven and dwarves children ? Dying before your husband, leaving with this eternal pain of not sharing a death with your true beloved ?

As you were wandering in all those thoughts, Legolas leaned closer to warm you. This kind of tenderness made you feel awkward but at least reassured due to all the soft moves the prince was doing with you.

« Do not fear, lady y/n. I will love you and treat you like my dear princess. » reassured the elven prince. You ignored his words and let the tears roll down your cheeks as the horse was galloping fast, taking you away from your own place.


Two years had passed since Thorin made his fatal decision about you. Despite all the efforts that Legolas was doing to make you happy and well treated, your heart ached each night for the king of Erebor. Legolas would give you anything you’d want, be patient with you. The first night of your wedding had been difficult. You had let your new husband consume the wedding on you, making you wince at each move, tears of physical but also mental pain rolling down your cheeks. He would reassure you and make sure that you’d be fine.

The following months of that arranged marriage had been peaceful. Until the day Thranduil sent Legolas to the battlefield, knowing that his prodigious son would return soon. But he never did.

One morning, while you were walking down the gardens of Mirkwood, you noticed guards coming back and going straight to the throne room, holding something. You frowned and walked straight in the same direction to meet your father-in-law.

There, you found the lifeless body of your husband. A poisoned arrow planted straight on the left side of his chest, in his heart. The king, with his emotionless attitude, waved the guards to bring the corpse in his private chambers. Even though you could feel at the first impression that he didn’t care, Thranduil was definitely destroyed. For the second time of his life.

You looked at him and felt the lump in your throat while you tried to find your words, comforting ones towards him.

« My Lord… I am truly sorry… This loss is devastating, Legolas was a good husband, a wonderful warrior and beautiful prince… » you started.

« We shall burry him close to the river, where I buried his mother. » stated the king, pain being noticeable in voice.

You nodded your head and decided to retire in the quarters you shared with Legolas, in order to give the king some time to process the devastating news.

As you close the door behind yourself, you let the tears roll down your cheeks. Even though you didn’t love the elf like you loved Thorin, he still had been a wonderful husband. He had always treated you right and even made you laugh sometime when you felt nostalgia invading you. What would you do now ? Stay with the elves ? You didn’t have any other reason to live here. You weren’t even carrying his heir, you never manage to fall pregnant.

When the guards carried the corpse of your husband, you followed them, walking by Thranduil’s side. They had changed Legolas into a silver dress, with a silver crown and white flowers surrounding the elf. The ceremony was intimate, Thranduil stayed a long moment staring at the dead face of his son. Then, he turned his head to look at you and whispered:

« Go… Return back to Erebor… Legolas is dead and his wishes were to let you return to your true love if anything happened. » stated Thranduil.

« But I don’t have any true love anymore. » you added in such a sincere tone.

« Y/n, thank you for making those two last years of my son’s life the best ones. I will forever be grateful to you. It’s time for you to have your real happiness happen. Now go, I will send guards escorting you to the rightful King of Erebor. »

As you tried to protest, Thranduil waved with his hand so you could leave him alone, grieving. This still made your heart ache. You had somehow grown fond of the elves, of your husband. You were even convinced that you would end loving Legolas sincerely and truly. But now it wouldn’t ever happen.

The guards escorted you out of Mirkwood, slowly returning to Erebor. As you were approaching the mountain, you could feel that bad sensation in your stomach, the same you had when you had found that Thorin had given you away. You didn’t even want to talk to him, to even see him.

Unfortunately for you, the first one standing on the balcony when you arrived was him. Thranduil had probably sent a raven to inform Thorin about the devastating news.

The guards let you go and you slowly slid down from the horse and looked at them. You bowed your head to them and and walked in the direction of your old home.

As you passed in front of Thorin, the king tried to talk to you but you ignored him. You didn’t want to talk to him, to even see his face. You slammed your door and locked it in order to be alone and recover from those past two years.


Two months after your return to Erebor, life slowly return back to normal. You would work just like before, spend some time with your dear friends Fili and Kili. Speaking about them, you were now sharing a chop of ale on that first night of autumn with them.

« You still don’t speak to him ? » asked the golden-haired prince.

« No, and I don’t have any intention to change this. »

« Come on, it’s been two years now, y/n… » started Kili.

« Maybe, but I will never forgive him for what he has done to me. » you answered in a stubborned tone.

« Let him at least one chance ? » begged Fili.

« And why do you even care if I may ask ? » you raised an eyebrow, questioning him.

« …. Because these past two years…. »

« He had been blaming himself for doing such a mistake. » continued Kili. « He’s been grumpy, angry and suffering. You were right, he shouldn’t have done that and he realized it. Then, when the raven brought the news about Legolas’ death, his face lightened in almost a relief as he knew you would return… »

« This still won’t make me forgive him for what he did. » you stated.

« Y/n, come on… » both princes begged.

« I’ll see what I can do. If I don’t throw my ale on him, consider this as the biggest effort I can do. »

Both princes laughed and moved on with another conversation, one that could cheer you up until you found the moment to have a discussion with Thorin.

It was when you left the tavern, when you walked down the corridors to join our own house that you felt a hand caress your arm before catching it. You turned your head and finally met those azur eyes, the ones you had loved for so long.

« Y/n…. »

« Hi. » you said in a cold tone.

« I am so sorry for what I have done. I shouldn’t ever have done it. Are you okay ? Has he hurt you ? » immediately asked the king, walking closer to detail your face, seeking for any bruise on your face.

« No. He has been more than loving to me. » you said, emotion betraying you as you were closer to him, breathing his scent and feeling his warmth.

« Good. He honored his promise. » stated the king.

« But I will never forgive you. »

« I know… I do hope that with time you will allow me to approach you. »

« I’d rather not. You damaged me, Thorin. I can’t even… Look at you anymore… Please let me go. » you slowly stepped back despite your envy to kiss him and love him.

« Please, y/n…. »

« No. Goodnight Thorin. »

As you turned around to leave, you suddenly felt his hand wrapped around your arm pulling you into his arms. You gasped but soon felt him pushing you with his hips against a wall. He was a bit taller than you, stronger. You found yourself locked against the wall, with no exit as his arms were blocking you.

« Thorin.. What… »

But you didn’t have time to finish your sentence that his lips landed on yours. A rough but passionate kiss that slowly made you return to your old times with him. You closed your eyes and slowly wrapped your arms around his neck while returning it. Mahal, did you miss him. His rough body, his attitude, his love for you. You opened your mouth to let his tongue slide into it, meet with yours. His hands slid upper, caressing your back and pressing his hips on your lower stomach.

He suddenly pulled away and looked at you in the eyes.

« Come…. » whispered the king, already pulling you back in his own quarters.

You didn’t even resist. You soon followed him and let him slam the door behind you both. There, Thorin grabbed you and carried you into his arms before slowly lying you in his bed. You looked at him with amazement. He slowly took his tunic off, revealing his hairy chest while he kicked off his boots. So this was happening. You would finally make love to the one you always wanted in your life. As he slowly laid onto you, his teeth started biting your neck, leaving you marks, as if he wanted to show you that from now on, you would be his and only his.

« Mine…. » whispered Thorin. « I love you, y/n…. »

« What about the courtship ? And who says I want you do this ? » you asked, your stubborned tone inquiring his true feelings.

« Oh but you won’t have the choice. Tonight, you’re giving yourself to me, your true love and husband. Tonight we will unite and I will never let you go. Tonight I will do what I should’ve done a long time ago… And you will be a fine Queen, a fine wife. And a fine mother. »

« Mother? » you smiled at his words, caressing his face.

« Tonight I’m making you love. Then, Mahal will decide if it’s tonight or the several other nights in which our love child will be conceived. »

« You’re moving fast. » you stated, your index caressing his bearded cheek.

« I don’t have time to waste anymore. I already wasted two years and four months of my life away from you. » breathed desperately the king.

« Then let’s start right now. » you kissed him passionately while you helped him strip your clothes off.

The king got rid off the rest of his clothes and started kissing you all over your body. His tongue rolled down your breast, making you moan at each bite he was giving on your hardened nipples. His rough hands caressed your intimacy, giving you little jumps as he started giving you pleasure. But he soon stop, before you even came as he wanted you to finish at the same time than him.

He positioned himself before locking his eyes into yours and slowly sliding into you. You linked your lips together and let him give you a rough thrust, causing you to gasp. He slowly kissed your neck, sucked it, bit it. His hips rocked hard, then tenderly to go back to hard. Having him into you was such a delight, your fingers running down his back, your body welcoming him entirely. You had dreamed about that moment for so long.

Slowly, the pleasure started rising, making you whisper his name. Many times, Thorin whispered in your ear loving words, asking you to scream his name louder, to let the entire kingdom know that you were his and only his. Your loving session lasted long. But when you felt your climax reach, you noticed that he did as well, spilling his own seed into you. He soon collapsed next to you and pulled you into his arms for a tender embrace. He kissed the top of your head and looked at you in the eyes.

« I promise you that from now on, you will never leave my side, y/n. I love you…. » he whispered.

« I love you too, Thorin… » you finally admitted before kissing his lips again. « And I’m forever yours as well… No matter what… »

Thorin caressed your face tenderly, his beautiful smile making you already melt. You closed your eyes and slowly fell asleep, knowing that those past two years, despite all the anger you had towards Thorin at that moment, were gone for good. Future was now the only thing you wanted to worry about. With him. The rightful King of Erebor.


anonymous asked:

The other night I had a dream that you and I were married. It was odd you're an attractive man you're just not who I usually go for. I was so happy in my dream. We were in our house cooking together. That's it.

Why you gotta slide in that part about me not being your type tho??? This fictional marriage is clearly already doomed :(

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Originally posted by lexidever

(Rehash of this)

Snippet #2 of Laws of Matrimony

(Second half of Chapter one. Kind of playing around with a marriage fic that will eventually be Dramione. Message me if you’re willing to help me smooth out some plot details as I am currently stuck at Chapter nine ^_- )

Hermione was just taking a long sip of her herbal tea when the fireplace flashed emerald green and startled her so badly the fresh brew spilled on the floor as she leapt up from the couch in surprise. Not that the two people who emerged from the flames noticed much. One could hardly see when one’s eyes were closed and lips locked together in what Hermione could only describe as the most aggressive snog she had ever witnessed.  

She cleared her throat to indicate her presence to her two best friends lest they decided to take their kissing to another level right in front of her. “I take it the date went well,” Hermione asked facetiously, smiling despite herself at the couple’s passion for one another.

After a few more moments of giggling and light pecking, Harry and Ginny finally withdraw from each other’s embrace, flush-faced and eyes hooded.

Harry smiled in embarrassment and helped Ginny out of her cloak. “You could say that.”

“It was amazing! I can’t express how much I love you for watching the baby, Hermione.” Ginny beamed and bounded to Hermione, wrapping her in a tight embrace.

Hermione laughed. “I mean this when I say anytime. He was an angel tonight.”

Ginny raised an eyebrow skeptically, falling back onto the couch. “You’re still talking about my child, James, right?” She turned towards her husband who had sidled up next to her and had an arm around his wife. “You didn’t switch him with another kid, did you Harry?”

Harry pressed his face into Ginny’s neck and kissed it. “Oh, yes, right, forgot to tell you I did that…” The pair fell into another giggling fit, and Hermione rolled her eyes, laughing.

“Well, maybe calling him an angel was a bit hyperbolic. He certainly did not want to go to bed, but after a bit for fussing, he finally dropped off around nine.” Slouching into a cushy leather chair, Hermione removed a dried piece of spaghetti from her hair that James added.

“Fantastic!” Harry exclaimed then hushed himself at Ginny’s death glare. “That means he’ll sleep in tomorrow.”

“And more mummy and daddy time tonight…” Ginny finished for him, waggling her eyebrows suggestively. She turned towards Hermione. “Soooo, what are you up to this coming Thursday night?”

Hermione missed it as Ginny’s eyes shifted stealthily to Harry and back to her. “Nothing. I’ve promised myself I would stop staying after five in the department after that last project reevaluating law books from the seventeenth century a few weeks ago. I found the most ridiculous things in the fine print that some lazy Wizengamot member probably passed without reading. For instance, did you know it was legal to sell your Muggle tenants to centaurs if they were caught stealing?” Her neck still ached from leaning over those giant, ancient tomes. It was worthwhile, but at almost seventy hours split between the office and her other professional endeavors, she was burnt out. She vowed to see her friends more often and had thus far stuck to it.

“Great!” Ginny exclaimed, making Hermione start. “You’ll be free for the date I’ve set up for you with Jon. It’s getting late, and we should head to bed. I’ll owl you the details…” She attempted to make a break for it, but Harry grabbed her arm and pulled her down to him with a loud “oomph”.

Her mouth open in what was sure to be an unattractive display of surprise, Hermione came back from her shock at her friend’s hurried words. “What? Date? Who?”

“All very good questions,” Harry added, nodding sagely.

Ginny straightened herself, but remained in her husband’s lap. “Jon Vaisey, the assistant coach for the Harpies. I introduced you at the last game you came to, remember? He was three years ahead of us at school.” Hermione did vaguely recall meeting a dark haired man with broad shoulders and a fetching smile. Maybe Ginny was onto something…

“I kind of mentioned you to him last week and how you were still single.” Hermione rolled her eyes. “And one thing lead to another, and you’ll be meeting him at Rotti’s on Devonworth Drive at 7:30, OK?” Ginny said in a rush, took a breath and continued. “Listen, I know you are dedicated to the Ministry and your career, and you are an amazing, independent woman and you don’t need a bloke to be happy. There is nothing at all wrong with being single. But we see you with James, how good you are with him and how much he loves his Aunty, and we think, maybe, you should start seeing someone.”

Hermione sat in silence through Ginny’s increasingly nervous rant, the gears in her brain clicking madly. When was the last date she had been on? She recalled wearing shorts and being very irritable about the heat so probably last summer then.

Hermione took a deep breathe and after several heavy moments, finally said, “Ok”.

It was Ginny’s turn to be shocked. “You mean it? Oh, brilliant! Jon really is a good guy, and, ok, yeah, he was in Slytherin, but that, frankly, is a silly reason to not see a person.”

Harry laughed and rose from his place on the couch, pulling his excited wife up with him. “Hermione, again, thank you so very much for minding the munchkin. Now, it’s getting late, and I need to ravish my wife, so if you don’t mind, please leave.”

Nightmares, Arranged Marriage Phan AU - Chapter 3!

Title: Nightmares

Paring: Phan (Dan and Phil)

Warnings: Bullying

Words: 1306

Plot: AU where all marriages are arranged. Gender, race, and age do not matter. Phil is an 18 year old with his dream job, Dan is a 14 year old about to start high school. When they’re arranged to be married, and Dan has recurring nightmares, this is what unfolds.

Chapter: 3/(?)

Link for other chapters: 1, 2

Genre: Fluffy angst?


(A/N: Sorry this was late! I had a tough time writing this chapter. But hey, it’s up ^_^ Please don’t repost/steal, copyright and such. Just reblog and like!)

(P.S I’m American and have no clue how school works in the UK so this is US based schooling, just bear with me.)

~~Dan’s P.O.V~~

“Dan,” Phil kissed my forehead.

“Ugh, five more minutes,” I put a pillow over my face.

“No, you start school today, you have to get up. Come on,” Phil pulled the sheets. “I’m going to start breakfast,” he walked out of the room. Throughout the week, Phil and I have grown significantly closer. The nightmares haven’t stopped, but they’ve reduced. When they happen, Phil just wakes me up and we stay up and talk, until he convinces me to go back to sleep. I groaned, got out of bed, changed my clothes, and straightened my hair.

“I like your curly hair,” I heard Phil pout behind me.

“Jesus, Phil,” I jumped. “Couldn’t you give me warning? You startled me.”

“Sorry,” he chuckled. “Breakfast is ready when you are.” After Phil and I finished getting ready he drove me to school, and then he went to work. It was pretty uneventful.

I navigated my locker and then began walking to my first class. “Yo, Howell, that a wedding ring on your finger?” Someone asked. I recognized the voice as Andrew. He’s been picking on me since elementary school. I turned around and nodded. “Who would want to get married to a poor champ like you?” He laughed along with Wesley, another jock. “Wait, they didn’t have a choice. Bet they hate their parents for it. Probably already looking for a divorce.”

“W-we get along j-just fine,” I replied.

“W-w-what?” Wesley laughed, faking a stutter. “Couldn’t understand you.” The bell rang.

“Let’s go, l-l-l-later Howell,” Andrew said as him and Wesley walked away. I walked to my first hour and slumped into the seat. I heard some whispering to the left, and a note suddenly appeared on my desk.

“Dan, who are you married to?” It read. I sighed.

“A guy named Phil. He’s 18.” I wrote back.

“I feel sorry for Phil.” They scribbled back. I stood up, looked at my teacher who nodded, and walked out of class, to the toilets.

Phil. I texted him.

Yeah, Dan? He replied.

I’m not feeling well. Do you think it’d be fine if I just went home?

If you can bare through the rest of the day, I think that’d be better. You shouldn’t miss the first day. Are you okay? He replied.

Yeah. I’ll tough it out. Thanks. I put my phone away and walked back to class.

Once the day of people telling me I didn’t deserve Phil finally ended, I stepped outside and found Phil’s car. “Hey, Dan,” Phil said as I stepped in.

“Hey,” I replied.

“You okay?” He grabbed my hand. I nodded my head and quickly looked out the window. Phil started driving away. “Bad day, huh?” He broke the silence. I nodded. He was being so nice, and I didn’t deserve him. He deserves so much better than me. I bit my lip to stop the quivering. “Do you want to talk about it?” I shook my head. He pulled into the flat and I got out and quickly walked inside. I went into the bathroom, started the shower, and stepped in. I don’t deserve Phil. He’s so kind and I can’t even talk to him like a normal human. He deserves someone that can sleep through the whole night, someone his age that can understand him better. I scrubbed my face and fell against the wall. I couldn’t stop the tears that fell down my face.

“Dan?” I heard Phil knock at the door. I took a breath and tried to make my voice natural.

“Yeah?” I said, my voice too thick.

“You’ve been in there for quite some time, I just wanted to make sure you were okay… Are you?” Phil said. I sighed and stopped the water. I put a towel around my waist and folded my arms over my torso.

“I have to go to my room to get clothes,” I told Phil through the door.

“I’ll be in the lounge, Dan,” Phil replied, obviously getting the hint. Once I heard his retreating footsteps, I stepped into my room and slipped on a loose tee and sweatpants. I half-assed towel drying my hair before I decided to meet Phil in the lounge. He was sitting on the couch looking at his computer.

“Hey,” I whispered. He looked up from his computer.

“Dan,” he drew out. He stood up and wrapped his arms around my torso, I wrapped mine underneath his arms around his stomach. “I’m sorry you had a rough day,” he said soothingly against my hair. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“People kept pointing out my ring and saying I didn’t deserve you,” I rushed out.

“Dan, that’s not true,” Phil argued. I bit my lip. “You don’t believe them, do you?” I didn’t say anything. “Of course you deserve me,” Phil took a step back and made eye contact with me. “You’re funny, you’re someone I can relate to. You’re adorable, intelligent, and you have an amazing personality. I’m glad that you’re my husband.” I nodded and Phil hugged me again. “Would you like to start dinner now?” Phil asked.

After eating dinner and watching tv for a bit, Phil and I decided to go to bed. We’ve been sleeping in Phil’s room since the nightmares have reduced. We both changed and climbed into bed. I held Phil’s hand like every other night before we fell asleep.

“Dan, wake up,” I felt Phil shaking me. I felt my heart beating rapidly.

“No, no,” I whispered, shaking. Tears were streaming down my face and I felt like I was suffocating.

“Dan,” Phil shook me harder. I opened my eyes and Phil visibly relaxed. “‘You were having another nightmare,” he softly whispered. I nodded and felt his thumbs wipe my eyes. “Are you okay?”

“Y-yeah, thanks, Phil,” I replied. He laid back down next to me.

“Are you going to go back to sleep?” He asked. I scooted closer to him on the bed. He opened his arm, taking the hint, and I rested my head on his shoulder. I nodded. “Sleep well,” I felt him kiss the top of my head.

“Dan, time to get up,” I heard Phil. “School,” he shook me lightly.

“Mmph,” I groaned.

“Don’t make me take the sheets off,” Phil laughed. “Come on, get up. I’m going to start breakfast, get ready, Dan.” I sighed and rolled out of bed. I put on a black sweater and black skinny jeans. I fixed my fringe half-heartedly before I met Phil downstairs and ate breakfast with him. “Are you ready for school?” He had a pitying expression on his face.

“Yeah,” I sighed.

After another day of torture and torment, I was beyond ready to leave by last hour. When the last bell finally rang, I began walking out to Phil’s car.

“Aye, Howell,” someone called. I tried ignoring them and continued walking. Someone grabbed my jacket and pulled me back. “Are you ignoring me?” Andrew sneered. “That will only get you in trouble, Howell. Now. Wouldn’t you rather stay here so you don’t have to go disappoint Phil?”

“Actually, Dan, if you’re ready, I have a surprise for you back at our house,” I heard Phil. Andrew let go of my jacket and I looked behind me to see Phil. He grabbed my hand and looked at Andrew. “Is he your friend? I’m Phil, Dan’s husband.”

“Andrew,” he introduced himself.

“Nice to meet you. Well, we’ll be on our way. Are you ready, love?” Phil looked over to me. I nodded. “See you,” Phil said as we began walking away. When we reached his car, Phil opened the door for me and then got in on his side.

“Thank you, Phil, you didn’t have to,” I said as he started the car.

“I wanted to,” he smiled.

(A/N If you want, feel free to give me feedback! I love hearing from you guys. Thanks for reading! Again, please don’t steal!)

Link for Chapter 4

How it could have continued...

The boss with the gun
Marry me”

“Illegal in Oregon. For now.”

“Fuq that shit

“Where to? :D”

“NO EMOJIS!!! and: Dunno. Vegas?”

“Nah! Everywhere but there.”

“Bummer! We could have gambled all of our wedding present money away”

Max shook her head. They wouldn’t have any wedding present money, if they’d elope. Ignoring this, in order to not ruin the moment she replied:

“I can imagine you sitting on a poker table with those sunglasses professional players always wear.”


Chloe sent her a selfie with sunglasses, a smirk and the writing ‘Misses steal yo girl an yo money, beeatch!’.

“Whom are you stealing me away from? Warren? :"D”



“Send this to him.”


“You belong to me now. He should know that.”

“U jealous, my fiancé? ;)”

“Idgaf about him but just do it!”

“You didn’t 'NO EMOJI!!!’-d me. Guess ur pretty jealous to forget that. TWO TIMES!”



“NO EMOJI!!! and I’m not jealous.”



“( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° ) u are so freakin jealous.”


Feel free to correct my grammar :D

Nightmares, Arranged Marriage Phan AU - Final Chapter (8)

Title: Nightmares

Paring: Phan (Dan and Phil)

Warnings: Mention of murder, child abuse

Words: 1580

Plot: AU where all marriages are arranged. Gender, race, and age do not matter. Phil is an 18 year old with his dream job, Dan is a 14 year old about to start high school. When they’re arranged to be married, and Dan has recurring nightmares, this is what unfolds.

Chapter: 8/8

Link for other chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

Genre: Fluffy angst?

(A/N: I want to thank everyone who messaged me with encouragements and told me how much they loved this story. You guys kept me writing and it always brightened my day! I hope you guys like this last chapter! Please don’t steal or repost! Likes and reblogs are of course appreciated. :))

~~Dan’s P.O.V~~

I was awakened by the obnoxious sound of my phone ringing. “Hello?” I murmured into the phone and rubbed my eyes. I was in Phil’s arms and I felt him adjust.

“Daniel,” I heard my mother’s voice. “We’d like to meet with you and Phil today. Are you guys available?”

“Phil,” I looked up to him. “Can we meet with my parents today?”

“Sure,” He kissed my forehead.

“Where do you want to meet?” I asked.

“How about at The Violet Spice restaurant?” She asked. We set up a time, and then hung up the phone. We’d be meeting in about an hour.

“I don’t want to get up,” I cuddled myself further into Phil. He chuckled.

“It’s a thirty minute drive, we have to get up, Dan,” he ran his hand through my hair. “Come on now,” he sat up and got out of the bed. I sighed and begrudgingly sat up. We both dressed into a button down shirt and dress pants, since it was a rather fancy restaurant. I grabbed a tie and walked over to Phil to see him ready, tie and all. I held out the tie to him.

“Can you help me?” I asked. He grabbed the tie and put it around my neck. He tightened the knot, and kissed me lightly once he got it fully tightened.

“There,” he smiled. “So beautiful.” I felt myself blush and I buried my face into Phil’s neck. I felt his arms wrap around me and we hugged before we walked downstairs and into Phil’s car. “Did your parents have a specific reason for meeting up today? Or just to see you?” Phil asked while he was driving.

“They didn’t say, I think just to meet up and make sure things are okay,” I replied. The rest of the car ride was silent for the most part. I turned on the radio after a few minutes and felt Phil grab my hand and squeeze lightly. We arrived soon and walked into the restaurant. We met my parents at a table and sat down.

“Hello, I’m Jennifer. I’ll be taking care of you tonight. Can I start you off with something to drink?” She grabbed out a notepad. We all ordered Coke’s and she walked away.

“How is everything?” My father asked.

“Good,” I replied. Phil nodded beside me.

“Are you guys getting along well?” My mum chimed in.

“We do,” Phil replied. He looked over to me and we both smiled.

“Here’s your drinks,” our waitress set down the drinks. “Do you guys need some time or are you ready to order?” We all rambled off various items on the menu, which she scribbled down and walked away. We made small talk until we got our food.

“So Dan,” my father broke the silence when we were all close to finishing our meals. “We wanted to talk to you about something today, and we figured it’d be best to have Phil with you.”

“About what?” I felt my heartbeat.

“Your nightmares, Dan,” My mum chimed in.

“What about them?” I set my fork down and I felt Phil’s hand grab mine under the table.

“Dan, for the first three years of your life, we weren’t your parents. We adopted you when you were three,” My father started off. I took a breath.

“What?” I felt tears brim my eyes.

“Just, hold on for a second. Let us explain,” my dad held up a hand. “Your parents, they weren’t exactly ideal parents. When the police took you into custody, you were found locked in a closet. They both admitted to starving you for days on end, along with locking you in the closet for most of the day. They weren’t able to afford adequate food for you, and your mother refused to breastfeed.”

“Is this a joke?” I stood up, I felt a tear slide down my face.

“No, Daniel,” My mum confirmed.

“The police found you after a murder was tied to your parents. It’s speculated by the police that you may have witnessed it. All of the trauma from early on could be what’s causing the nightmares,” My father continued.

“You told me you didn’t know what caused my nightmares,” I cried.

“We wanted to protect you, Dan,” My mum replied.

“I want to go home,” I looked at Phil. Phil looked to my parents and they nodded, as if giving permission that we could leave.

“We’ll be going then,” Phil stood up. He put down money on the table, grabbed my hand, and we walked out. Once we got outside, I couldn’t contain myself. I coughed from holding in the tears, and felt them pour down my cheeks. Phil pulled me into him and wrapped his arms around me, while I gripped his shirt on his sides. “I’m so sorry, Dan,” he whispered. I hiccuped, my cries were vocal, and I felt my nose run.

“I want to go home,” I repeated.

“We’ll go,” Phil grabbed my hand and led me to the car. He opened the door, and I sat inside. He got into the driver’s seat and started driving back home. I curled into myself, bringing my knees up to my chest. My parents weren’t my parents. And my real parents were killers, who abused me. I whimpered and continued to cry for the rest of the car ride. Once he pulled into our house, I felt him pull me into his arms and carry me to our flat.

“It’s all so fucked up,” I muttered, wiping my eyes.

“I know, bear, I know,” Phil and I stood in the entryway of our house. Phil and I walked back to our bedroom, and I took off the shirt, tie, and pants. I crawled into bed in my boxers, not bothering to put pajamas on. “Is there anything I can do to help?” Phil asked. He was standing at the foot of the bed, still in his clothes. I was cried out, I didn’t have anymore tears for the time being. I felt numb.

“Will you take a bath with me?” I asked. Phil and I have seen each other in our boxers, having changed in front of each other, but never fully naked. I didn’t care, I just wanted to take a relaxing bath, but I didn’t want to be alone.

“Okay,” Phil replied. I sighed and rolled out of bed and to the bathroom connected. “Are you sure?” Phil asked once we both got into the bathroom. I nodded. He started up the bath, checking the temperature a few times before he pulled off most of his clothes, leaving his underwear on. “Maybe we should leave our boxers on,” Phil said.

“Alright,” I shrugged. My eyes burned from crying so hard, and I had a headache. The bath filled, and Phil stepped in. I stepped in after him, sitting on his lap. I curled into a ball and rested my head on Phil’s chest. I closed my eyes and felt myself relax in Phil’s arms. He brought a loofah onto my back, chest, and arms, cleaning me slowly. We stayed like that for a while, before we both started to get cold and decided to step out.

We got into bed and Phil pulled me into him. “I love you, Dan,” he kissed my forehead.

“I love you, Phil,” I murmured. We stayed in silence for a while. “I don’t want to fall asleep,” I admitted.

“I’ll be here,” Phil replied.

~~ 5 years later. Dan is 19. Phil is 23. 3rd person P.O.V ~~

Dan walked out of his weekly therapy session and to his car. He pulled out his phone and called Phil. “Hey, Bear,” Phil answered the phone.

“Lion,” Dan smiled. “I have to stop into work, so I’ll be home a little later.”

“Don’t let them keep you too long. No amount of video production is worth missing me,” Dan could almost sense Phil’s smile while he said that.

“Mhm,” Dan agreed. He graduated from high school last year, and found a career doing video production, something he loved. “I’ll see you soon. Love you.”

“I love you too,” Phil replied. Dan hung up and started driving to his job. He walked into the meeting, apologizing for being late like he always is. They finished the meeting fairly soon, and before he knew it, he was on his way back home.

“I’m home, Philly!” Dan called when he walked in the door.

“I just got the mail,” Phil came out from the kitchen toward Dan. “Margaret’s invited us to her wedding,” he was looking at a piece of paper.

“Good for her, I’m glad she’s found someone she likes,” Dan took his coat off and hung it up. Phil wrapped his arms around him. It has been exactly five years today since the trial against Andrew, they were both acutely aware of that fact. Since he was a minor, he got off with parole, but he stayed out of Dan’s way after that.

Dan rarely got nightmares anymore, through therapy, medication, and the help of Phil, he was finally getting over his past. “Can we get pizza for dinner?” Dan asked Phil, turning around in his arms to face him.

“Whatever you want, love,” Phil kissed Dan’s nose.

“Well, I want pizza,” Dan replied.

“Pizza it is,” Phil replied. They ordered the pizza and curled into each other on the couch, binge watching movies.

(A/N: Gah! I can’t believe it’s over! I paced my kitchen for thirty minutes before finishing it. I really hope you guys enjoyed it. You should give me feedback! Feel free to message me. Thank you for reading, and thank you to everyone who has supported me along the way! P.S sorry for the rather abrupt and strange ending, I’m awful at ending stories)

Here’s a link to my other fics if you’re interested in reading them!

Arranged Marriage Phan AU - Nightmares - Ch. 2

Title: Nightmares

Paring: Phan (Dan and Phil)

Warnings: None

Words: 1837 in this chapter

Plot: AU where all marriages are arranged. Gender, race, and age do not matter. Phil is an 18 year old with his dream job, Dan is a 14 year old about to start high school. When they’re arranged to be married, and Dan has recurring nightmares, this is what unfolds.

Chapter: 2/(?) 

Link for Chapter One: 1

Genre: Fluffy angst?

– Dan’s P.O.V – 

I changed into pajamas, cried into my pillow, and then fell asleep.

“Dan!” I heard someone say. Hm? “Dan, wake up, you’re having a nightmare,” I felt someone shaking me. I opened my eyes to see a shirtless Phil standing over me, a worried look on his face. “Are you okay, Dan?” I felt the wetness on my cheeks, my heartbeat pounding, and hands clammy.

“I, um,” I sat up and wiped my eyes. “Yeah, uh, sorry,” I scratched the back of my head. “I’m going to get a glass of water,” I whispered as I bypassed Phil and walked to the kitchen. I quickly splashed some water on my face and then filled a cup.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I heard Phil. I shook my head. I’m just going to seem more like a kid to him. I shouldn’t be having nightmares anymore. “Dan, your parents warned me about your recurring nightmares. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, I will listen if you want to talk about it.” I turned around and saw him standing in the entryway of the kitchen, leaning against the wall.

“It’s so stupid, nobody knows why I have them. We’ve had sleep studies, they’ve put me on medicine, changed my diet, things like that, but nothing works. I don’t know why, my parents don’t know why, and my doctors can’t figure it out either,” I sighed. “I’m so sick of being afraid.”

“What are you afraid of?” Phil asked.

“What am I not afraid of,” I chuckled humorlessly. “Moths, the dark, trees, supernatural. You name it, I’m afraid of it.”

“I see. I’m sorry, Dan,” Phil whispered. I shrugged.

“It’s whatever,” I mumbled. “Sorry for just dumping all of that on you.”

“It’s not a problem, I liked you opening up to me,” Phil replied honestly. “Plus we’re having an actual conversation,” he smiled.

“That we are,” I returned his smile. “What time is it?”

“About 4am,” he looked at the clock. “Do you go back to sleep afterwards?”

“No. I’ve never been able to fall back asleep after having a nightmare. But don’t feel obligated to stay up with me, I’ll be fine,” I replied.

“I don’t mind,” Phil replied. “We can talk, of course, if you don’t mind me staying up with you.”

“I don’t mind,” I said. Nobody’s ever stayed up with me. My parents used to just wake me up and go back to sleep, leaving me awake and terrified. I appreciated his efforts to make me feel okay, and he seemed to genuinely care.

We talked for two more hours, getting to know each other better. I found myself laughing with Phil, he was actually really cool. And we enjoyed a lot of the same things, Pokemon, Muse, anime.

“I have to leave for work soon,” Phil checked the clock. “I leave at 7 everyday.”

“Before you go, Phil, can I ask you about something?” I said, gaining some confidence in talking to him.

“Of course,” he responded.

“At the wedding,” I looked at my feet. “You put your thumb over my mouth, so you didn’t kiss me. I, um, are you repulsed by me? I just..”

“No, Dan,” Phil cut me off. “I’m not repulsed by you in anyway, you’re very handsome. You were shaking, you looked so scared. I was scared of setting a bad impression with you. I didn’t want to pressure you into anything you weren’t comfortable doing.” I nodded.

“I see,” Neither of us talked for a few seconds. “Don’t most people have sex on their wedding night?” I played with the sleeves of my hoodie.

“Some people do, Dan. Some people don’t. I think it’s less common with the arranged marriages. No, that doesn’t mean I’m repulsed by you in any way, Dan. If we were to do so, I’d want both of us to be willing and happy with the decision, not feeling forced because of our parents,” Phil replied.

“Aren’t we supposed to be sleeping in the same bed?” I asked.

“Dan, please look at me,” Phil said. I took a breath and looked up. “We’re not supposed to do anything, Dan. We go at our own pace. Like I said, you’re always welcome in my room. But until you’re comfortable with me, I figured you’d prefer to have your own room. You don’t have to worry about the stereotypes of marriage. Like I said, we go at our own pace.”

“Thank you, Phil,” I replied.

“Are you okay?” He asked. I nodded my head. “Well, I’ll be going then. I’ll be home around five. See you later, Dan.”

“Bye, Phil. Have a good day at work.”

– Phil’s P.O.V –

“Hey Phil,” Margaret said as I walked into work. We’ve been working together for a year or so now.

“Mag,” I nodded.

“Didn’t you get married yesterday? Why are you here?” She laughed. “You could have requested some time off.”

“I think he’ll appreciate the alone time. He’s very shy,” I fixed my fringe.

“Do you like him? Does he like you?” She pried.

“Margaret, I don’t know what he thinks about me. I like him, he seems like a nice guy. We’re going on air soon, let’s change the conversation to a lighter topic.”

We finished the radio show and began packing up. “Do you want to go out for dinner or drinks or something tonight?” Mag asked before I walked out.

“No, sorry, I’m going to go back home to see Dan,” I looked at my phone. How would he call me if something’s wrong? He doesn’t even have a phone. “I’ll catch you later, Margaret,” I walked out and to my car. I drove to the nearest phone store, and got Dan some iPhone so that we could keep in contact. I drove back home. “Dan, I’m home,” I called as I stepped inside. I walked into the lounge and found him asleep on the couch. I felt bad for him, he must not get a lot of sleep. I pulled a blanket over him and began making dinner. A few minutes later, I heard Dan start mumbling.

“No, no, no,” I heard him say. I walked over and saw him shaking, tears going down his face. “NO, NO, NO,” he raised his voice.

“Dan,” I shook his shoulder. “Dan, wake up, please,” I shook his shoulder a little more. He opened his eyes and looked relieved. “You were having a nightmare,” I wiped the tears from his eyes. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he sat up and nodded.

“I’ll get you some water,” I said as I stood up and quickly walked to the kitchen to get him a glass of water. “Do you want to talk about it?” I asked, handing him the water. He shook his head and took a sip.

“Thanks, Phil,” Dan whispered. I nodded.

“I’m making dinner, do you like pasta?” I asked. He nodded.

“Can I come help you?” He messed with the sleeves of his hoodie.

“Of course,” I smiled. We both got up and walked into the kitchen. After we made and ate dinner, I realized I forgot to give Dan his phone. “Hey Dan,” I looked over to him. We were currently sat on opposite sides of the couch. I got up and walked to my galaxy bag. “I got you a phone today, so you can call me whenever, keep in contact with your parents, that stuff.” I handed it to him.

“Phil, you didn’t have to,” Dan held it. “It’s expensive, I feel bad,” he sighed.

“Don’t feel bad, I wouldn’t have gotten it if I couldn’t. This will give me a piece of mind too, knowing you can call me whenever. We don’t have a house phone or anything,” I replied.

“Thank you, Phil.”

“It’s no problem. I’m going to bed soon,” I looked at the clock. “Good night, Dan,” I said as I began walking toward the stairs.

“Night, Phil,” Dan replied.

I awoke at around 3am to Dan screaming again. I quickly ran into his room and shook him. Once he woke, he looked more frightened than before. “Are you okay, Dan?” I asked.

“C-can y-ou t-turn on th-e l-ligh-t?” He stuttered out. I quickly turned the light switch on.

“It was a nightmare, it wasn’t real, Dan,” I whispered. He nodded and wiped his eyes. “How long have you been getting these?”

“Since I-I w-as t-two,” he whispered.

“I’m so sorry, Dan,” I rubbed his shoulder.

“Ph-il, c-can I t-try sl-eeping w-with y-you to-night?” His fingers fidgeted on the duvet.

“Of course, Dan,” I replied. We both stepped out of his room and into mine. “Are you going to try to go back to sleep?” I asked. He nodded. We both stepped into my bed, laying face up, a ruler could fit between us. I felt him grab my hand and clasp our fingers together. I gently squeezed his hand, to try to reassure him that it was okay. “I won’t let anything hurt you, Dan,” I whispered. Soon after, we both fell asleep.

When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was how unbearably hot I was. Then I noticed the weight on my chest. I opened my eyes and found Dan’s arm curled around my torso, and his head resting on my chest. I didn’t hear him cry last night. Oh no! He had to face the nightmare alone. The thought was unwelcomed, I felt bad enough that he had them, I didn’t want him to have to face them alone. I looked at the clock, half past six in the morning. I quickly sent a text to Margaret, letting her know I wasn’t coming in today. I should have taken yesterday off too, I was married now, for heaven’s sake. It wasn’t all about my job anymore. I stayed put for about two more hours until I felt Dan stir above me. I watched him open his eyes, and then quickly sit up.

“I’m so sorry,” he muttered. “I didn’t know I would’ve attached myself to you.”

“Don’t worry about it, honestly, I don’t mind. You can do whatever you want,” I replied. We fell into a bit of a silence, Dan looking at the ground as I studied him. “Did you have a nightmare after you slept with me?”

He thought about it for a moment. “Actually, no… I didn’t…”

“Really?” I asked. He nodded wearily. “I’m so glad!”

“That’s so strange though,” he messed with his fringe. “I haven’t slept for more than three hours without getting a nightmare since I was two. Wait, what time is it?”

“It’s about eight in the morning, you fell back asleep around three,” I replied.

“Phil, you’re late for work,” Dan said, quickly getting up.

“No, I took a few days off. Don’t have to go into work until you start school again.”

“You didn’t have to,” Dan sat back down on the bed and looked at his hands.

“I wanted to.”

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Nightmares, Arranged Marriage Phan AU - Chapter 4!

Title: Nightmares

Paring: Phan (Dan and Phil)

Warnings: Bullying, non consensual kissing

Words: 1429

Plot: AU where all marriages are arranged. Gender, race, and age do not matter. Phil is an 18 year old with his dream job, Dan is a 14 year old about to start high school. When they’re arranged to be married, and Dan has recurring nightmares, this is what unfolds.

Chapter: 4/(?)

Link for other chapters: 1, 2, 3

Genre: Fluffy angst?

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~~Dan’s P.O.V~~

We pulled into the flat and Phil rushed me inside. “Jeez, what is it, Phil?” I chuckled. He led me down the hallway, his hand in mine.

“You’re going to love it!” He pushed me into my room. I didn’t see anything different at first, I was slightly confused, until I realized the computer. On the desk was a Mac laptop. “Do you like it?” He looked at me hopeful.

“Phil,” I smiled. “Of course I like it, thank you, Phil. You didn’t have to.” I hugged him. I pulled away and blushed, usually he instigated hugs.

“I wanted to,” I felt his hand brush mine. He clasped our hands together and then squeezed reassuringly. I squeezed back. “Well, let’s set it up!” He smiled.

We spent a while setting up the laptop, and then decided to go out to eat. We got into Phil’s car and he drove us to a local diner. We drove in a comfortable silence, both of us lost in our thoughts. “Was Andrew the one that was picking on you? Or was it a different kid? He seemed kind of rude,” He broke the silence.

“He was one of them,” I shrugged.

“I’m sorry, Dan,” he replied. I nodded, even though I doubt he could see me. A few minutes later, we pulled into the diner. We both got out, walked inside, and ordered our drinks. He got a coffee, I got a soda. I looked out the window at the city lights, lost in my thoughts. “Let’s go to the Manchester Eye tonight,” I heard Phil say. I looked over at him and he smiled.  

“Why?” I asked.

“Why not? I think it’d be fun. I haven’t gone in a while,” Phil replied. I shrugged.

“All right,” I smiled.

“Have you ever been?”

“I have, as a kid a few times. I like it, it’s a beautiful view,” I replied. Phil nodded in agreement. We talked for a bit longer about it until our waitress came over.

Phil and I ordered our food, and then made small talk about his work and school. When we got our food, we ate in comfortable silence, but occasionally made a comment or smiled at each other. Phil wasn’t so bad, I actually enjoy hanging around him. My parents definitely could have picked worse for me. I do like Phil. We finished our meals, and then walked back to Phil’s car. After that, we went to the Manchester Eye, singing different Muse and Fall Out Boy songs on the way there.

“I’m excited,” Phil was giddy as we came near the Manchester Eye. He parked, and we walked up. Once we got on the wheel, I could tell Phil was getting a bit nervous. He started fidgeting with his hands, and would find random excuses to touch me.

“Are you okay?” I smiled to Phil. He smiled reassuringly and nodded.

“Dan?” I heard Phil say after a minute. I looked back to him.

“Hm?” I replied. We stared at each other for a few seconds before he spoke up again.

“May I kiss you, Dan? Properly?” He whispered. I nodded. He leaned in, and I closed my eyes. I felt his lips brush against mine lightly, and then his lips pressed against mine fully. He was slightly hesitant, and unsure, and he pulled away too soon for my liking. I opened my eyes and Phil was looking at me, a smile on his face.  I felt a blush run to my cheeks. “I’m glad I’m married to you, Dan,” Phil softly said. I felt my blush deepen, and I nuzzled his neck with my head, hiding my blush.

When we got off the wheel, we decided to go home and watch some movies. He had work and I had school tomorrow, but right now, tonight, it was our night. As if nothing else is important in the world, as if we don’t have obligations and priorities, because they didn’t matter to us right then.

We got back to our house, changed into pajamas, and sat on the couch. He put on a movie. I couldn’t really pay attention, I was too tired. I felt myself slowly lose consciousness, and fall asleep.

Running, running faster, they’re coming, they’re behind me. They’re going to catch me if I don’t run faster. My feet hurt, I wasn’t wearing shoes. I’d be surprised if they weren’t bleeding by now. Quick, hide in the bush! I slid myself into the rather large bush and tried to calm my breathing, so they wouldn’t hear me.

“Danny, Danny, where are you? Danny, Danny,” I heard the leader say. I shivered. I heard breaking of sticks and leaves around me, I adjusted slightly and a branch cracked. Fuck. I’m screwed. They’re going to find me now. They stopped in front of the bush. If they look inside, I’m dead. I held my breath and crossed my fingers, please, don’t look down here. I saw his legs begin to squat. I quickly shot up and ran in the opposite direction, they were chasing me. I felt weight on my back, someone pushed me to the ground. They got on top of me and held me down. “Tsk, tsk. You should know better than to run, Dan,” he said. I screamed.

“Dan! Wake up!” I felt Phil shaking me. I opened my eyes, my heart was beating and my hands were clammy. I quickly wiped my hands on my pants and tried breathing exercises to calm my heart. “Dan,” Phil sighed, looking slightly relieved. “Are you okay? I couldn’t get you up,” he looked sad.

“I’m fine,” my voice was harsh, I cleared it. I wiped the tears from my eyes. “I’m going to get some water,” I stood up from the couch and grabbed a glass of water.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Phil asked. I shook my head. I finished the water, and put the glass in the dishwasher. I felt his arms wrap around me, and I rested my head on his shoulder.

“Thank you, Phil,” I whispered. He led us into his room, and we both got into his bed. He held out his arm, and I rested my head on his shoulder, my body curling into his. “I’m glad I’m married to you too, Phil,” I whispered. I felt him kiss the top of my head. I fell asleep shortly after that.

“Dan, wake up. It’s time to go to school,” I felt Phil shake me.

“No, five more minutes, please,” I mumbled.

“You and I both know you will not get up in five minutes. Come on, Dan,” he shook me again. I opened my eyes and sighed heavily. He chuckled. I grabbed his pillow and threw it at him.

“Don’t laugh at me, you spoon,” I mumbled. He laughed again.

“Get ready,” He walked out of the room, and I sat up. I changed into black jeans and an eclipse tee shirt. I straightened my hair, putting some dry shampoo in it. I went into the kitchen, and ate breakfast with Phil. Soon after that, he dropped me off at school, and then he went to work. He’d scheduled it so we’d be starting and getting off around the same time.

Surprisingly, nobody bothered me. It was third hour, and nobody had mentioned anything today. It was going surprisingly well. When lunch came around, I figured I’d be safe. I walked to the library, intending to be eating lunch in there. I sat down in the corner of the library, away from anyone else. I liked to be secluded. Too much socializing can be a pain.

“Howell,” I heard someone after a moment. I looked up and saw Andrew.

“W-what do you want, An-drew?” I mentally cursed myself for stuttering.

“Stand up,” he ordered. I stayed still. “I said, stand up,” he added emphasis threateningly. My hands began to shake, but I stood up nonetheless. He pushed me against the bookshelf behind me, and cocked his hand back ready to punch me. I scrunched my face up, anticipating what would happen next. I felt him punch the shelf I was leaned against, and then I felt his lips on my own. They were chapped, bitten, forceful, and completely wrong. He was not Phil, he was completely wrong. I tried pushing him off me, but he grabbed my hands and held them against the wall. I tried screaming, but his mouth muffled mine. I couldn’t get him off me. Tears fell down my cheeks, I felt so helpless.

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