#austen fanfic

[devotionsforconfession]

The thing I love most about The Murder of Mr Wickham as an Austen crossover is the Fanny and Edmund sections. Like... a murder has happened and it's literally barely talked about between them. Ignoring the super important big terrible thing in order to passive aggressively talk past each other about sexual transgressions is the most Bertram Family thing ever and it cracks me up.

#also how she is acting Suspicious As Fuck #and he knows she had a motive for the murder #LIKE A REALLY STRONG ONE #and she KEEPS LYING #and he just... fully never even asks about it #so either he's that convinced she couldn't do it #OR he wants plausible deniability if he has to defend her #either way omg king!! #henry crawford could never!! #the murder of mr. wickham #claudia gray #jane austen #austen fanfic

[mysunfreckle]

Catherine Morland was excessively dissapointed upon learning that the Tilneys were to leave bath so soon. Surely the general, who so very often appeared pale and sickly, would benefit from taking the waters a little longer? But what absolute joy to find herself immediately invited to join the family at Northanger Abbey! That the Tilneys kept very odd hours and served rather unusual dinners did not signify, Eleanor and Henry Tilney were the most charming friends in the world. And as for their father and brother, surely she would get used to the unease she invariably felt in their presence...

First I read @amarguerite‘s Northanger vampires and then I read @wurzelbertzwerg‘s Northanger vampires and then I just caved and wrote my own~

This story, which could generously be called a period accurate canon divergence, includes alternating POV between Catherine and Henry, and starts when they all leave Bath for Northanger Abbey.

#austen #northanger abbey #jane austen #austen fanfic #catherine morland #henry tilney #northanger abbey fanfiction #sunfreckle's stories

[bookspls1815]

New fic: But you saw enough

New Austen fic! I was asked for an Austen fic by an IRL friend, and I started thinking about the small ways that Emma and Mr. Knightley might change after marriage -- and who might notice those changes.

I hope y'all like it!

T rating, length about 3k

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53020546

#austen fanfic #emma woodhouse #austen #my fanfic #yes the title is a taylor swift lyric who do you think i am

[melpo-thalia]

Mansfield Park fanfiction: Edmund Bertram/Fanny Price 💕

#mansfield park #jane austen #edmund bertram #fanny price #edmund x fanny #jane austen fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #austen fanfic

[firawren]

Underrated/overlooked bit in Pride and Prejudice: In chapter 45, Elizabeth and her aunt have dropped by Pemberley to pay their respects to Miss Darcy, unbeknownst to Mr. Darcy, who's off fishing with Elizabeth's uncle and a few other dudes. But then Darcy finds out about the ladies' social call and deserts his dudes to hurry back to the house and barge in on the fancy lady tea time, all so he can talk to Elizabeth. He is not at all playing it cool and it's so funny and adorable and I love it!

Like, I'm imagining Uncle Gardiner just casually saying "I hope my wife and niece are having a nice time hanging out with your sister," and Darcy's like "Wait a second—are you saying Elizabeth—I mean Miss Bennet—is in my house right now?!". Mr. Gardiner tries to say "Well, probably, I mean, I don't know if they actually came, but they were planning on it...", but Darcy has already dropped his fishing pole and is sprinting back toward the house 😂

#now i realize i need to write a fanfic of this scene #mr darcy #elizabeth bennet #pride and prejudice #jane austen #pride and prejudice crack #jane austen crack #p&p ch45 #1k

[crazy-ache]

Jane Austen's most romantic letter, if it had been written by Lucien Vanserra (Persuasion x Elucien)

Or what would happen if Lucien overheard Elain have a conversation about the bond? And what if he wrote a gut-wrenching love confession in said letter? Inspired by literature's most infamously romantic letter ever written.

Some text is directly taken from Chapter 23 of Persuasion by Jane Austen.

"We will write the letter to Helion we were talking of, Rhysand, now, if you will give me materials."

Materials were at hand, on a separate table; Lucien went to it, and nearly turning his back to the rest of the Inner Circle, was engrossed by writing.

Elain eyed him carefully, studying the leather strap that held back his long, molten red hair. Clearing her throat, she found Nesta across the room by the open window of the parlor as they were both on the outskirts of the Inner Circle’s political discussions. It was a respectable distance from where Lucien was writing at the desk, although still somewhat nearby. 

“I have a question for you,” Nesta turned to her younger sister, face like stone. “One that I have been thinking about for some time. What do you think our parents would have thought about the mating bond?” 

With wide, brown eyes Elain sucked in her breath. It was an unexpected question, but also a familiar one. For her thoughts had circled the very same doubts and insecurities that plagued her sister. “Well,” Elain wrung her hands nervously. “Mother would have adored Feyre’s, being mated to a High Lord after all. But if she didn’t like the outcome, she would have demanded a way to break it or alter it for her own advantage.” 

Nesta’s wicked grin revealed an agreement, knowing full well their mother would have been furious at her marriage and bond with an Illyrian general, and her matching status as a Valkyrie now. 

“As for father, well, I suppose, based on what he discussed with me in the past—there is a small chance he would have been disappointed.” Her voice dropped in both volume and confidence, barely escaping as a whisper passed her lips. As if she was instinctually afraid someone would hear, perhaps someone sitting across the room. 

Elain felt compelled to explain further. “He always told me the most important thing to find in a husband was true love. That I should not settle for anyone less than a kind, loyal heart who loves every part of me, because that kind of love will never leave you.” 

Out of the corner of her eye, Nesta regarded her with furrowed eyebrows. “And you do not believe that a mating bond can also encompass those very same feelings? That same love?” 

She considered her question carefully, chewing on her bottom lip. “Perhaps it can, but how can you know it is true? That it is not just the manifestation of desire in its place?” It was always that doubt, that fear, that crept into the darkest crevices of her heart. For as long as those shadows existed, she could not bring herself closer to her own mate, afraid she would be unable to determine the answer. In return, she was afraid of what she could possibly want or feel for him.

“I wish I could make you comprehend, Elain.” Nesta frowned, “I wish I could properly convey the feeling of how your soul glows when your mate loves you—”

Before Nesta could continue, Elain found herself apologizing with a hand on her elbow. “Gods forbid that I should undervalue the love and bond you share with Cassian, or Feyre’s either for that matter. It is a reminder that bonds can be true and constant attachments.”

She could not immediately have uttered another sentence; her heart was too full, her breath too much oppressed.

“You’re a good sister,” Nesta replied affectionately and Elain wonder if her sister could see past her tenderness, if anyone could witness the mask of kindness that Elain could so easily put on for the sake of others to hide her own feelings. The conversation faded as Feyre now joined them with Nyx on her hip, a welcome distraction for Elain as the three of them turned to him. 

“Ready to go?” Cassian’s voice eventually broke through the hum of the room, an echo across the parlor. “We need to meet with Vassa and Jurian.” Lucien was folding up a letter in great haste, and either could not or would not answer fully.

“Yes,” he said. “I will winnow us. I will be ready in half a minute.” 

Cassian left to wait for him at the front door, and Lucien, having sealed his letter with great rapidity, was indeed ready, with a hurried and agitated air, as if he was greatly impatient to leave. Elain could not understand it. Cassian had given her a smile and shoulder a warm squeeze as he left the room, but from Lucien himself, not a single word. He had passed out of the room without a look.  

Elain moved closer to the table where he had been writing, when suddenly she heard footsteps returning; the door opened and it was Lucien. He gave her a polite nod and gestured to where he had forgotten his gloves, instantly crossing the room to the desk. He drew out a letter from under the scattered papers, placed it before Elain with eyes glowing in longing fixed on her, and hastily collected his gloves, once again out of the room before anyone could even be aware he had been in it at all. 

The interaction was almost beyond expression. The letter, with strokes of pen that were hardly legibly, as if rushed, read “Elain Archeron,” was evidently the one which he had been folding so hastily. While he had supposedly been writing to Helion, he had also been addressing her. On the contents of that letter depended all which this world could do for her. Anything was possible. Sinking into the chair which he had occupied, succeeding to the very spot where he had leaned and written, her eyes devoured the following words:

“I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when this bond first snapped, two and a half years ago. Dare not say that a mate’s love cannot be true, that his love is influenced by our tether. I have loved another, but none like you. Unjust I may have been, distant and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. You alone have brought me to Velaris. For you alone, I think and plan. Have you not seen this? Can you fail to have understood my wishes? I had not waited even these past few days after Solstice, could I have read your feelings, as I think you must have penetrated mine, I can hardly write. I am every instant hearing something which overpowers me. You sink your voice, but I can distinguish your true thoughts through the bond when they would be lost on others. Too good, too excellent female! You do us justice, indeed. You do believe that there is true attachment and constancy among males. Believe it to be most fervent, most undeviating in your mate,  L.V. I must go, uncertain of my fate; but I shall return hither, or follow the court, as soon as possible. A word, a look, will be enough to decide whether I enter the Night Court this evening or never again.” 

Such a letter was not to be soon recovered from. 

#elucien #pro elucien #elain x lucien #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #i am half agony half hope #elucien fanfic #elucien fanfiction #jane austen inspired #persuasion x elucien #you cant convince me that lucien isnt writing her letters all the time #or that sjm wasnt influenced by this book #very elucien coded

[shmaptainwrites]

Hiiiiii againnn its meee coming back to annoy you again :D

I saw you extended your accepting date until the 9th, and I know I literally just requested something, but would you be down to write a blurb for an angry love confession in the pouring rain? I'm a sucker for that cliché trope, and I love your writing so so much <3

Once again a female reader if you don't mind 😭

bestie you've freaking GOT IT and sometimes cliché tropes are the best, really who are we to judge btw i also put carl davis' pride and prejudice suite iii on repeat while writing this for ~vibes~

Pairing: Fitzwilliam Darcy x fem!Reader

Warnings: scandalous behaviour for the 1800s i guess, minor height description (shorter than Colin Firth and Matthew MacFayden, they're both like 6'2)

The Truth

Normally when the rain was pouring down from above you'd make it a point to look for cover, but what was the point in that anymore. You let the cold water from the sky envelope you, absorb into your skin, soak your clothes. If you just focused on the rain you wouldn't have to focus on anything else.

If it were just you, alone in the world perhaps that would be the case, and although it felt like it sometimes, that didn't mean you'd get peace when you wanted it.

His voice was muffled at first, but you supposed that was your own fault, too focused on other things to bring your mind to hear what he was saying, but as he approached closer you could hear him clearer.

"What are you doing?! It's pouring outside!"

You could hear the urgency in his tone, but couldn't bring yourself to feel it.

"I'm well aware of that," you called back.

"Then why in God's name are you out here?"

He was behind you now, you could tell, his voice so close you could just about feel his warm breath cut past the cold air surrounding you.

You turned around and shook your head with a slight shrug of your shoulders.

"I don't know," you admitted.

"Well come inside then," he insisted, offering an arm to you. "We'll both get sick if we stay out here any longer."

"I don't care."

"You don't care?" he frowned. "What is going on? You don't seem like yourself."

"Lying can do that to a person," you said simply and turned away.

"Lying?" you could almost hear the exasperation in his voice. "Please, I don't understand."

"Of course you don't, why would you? You don't feel the same," you mumbled to yourself.

"I really must insist you explain what is going on," he said quite firmly.

"I can't!" you shook your head and wrapped an arm around your waist, the other covering your mouth. "Please, Mr. Darcy, just...just leave me."

There was silence for a moment and you thought maybe he head left, the downpour masking the sound of his footsteps, but then a voice spoke up.

"No. I will not leave you."

"What is it you want from me?" you turned back to him again and asked angirly.

"I want the truth."

"The truth is that I love you!" you looked down at your feet, knowing you wouldn't be able to meet his gaze. "I love you and I don't think you feel the slightest ounce of that towards me."

"And what would give you that impression?" you heard the squish of wet grass and mud beneath his feet as he came closer to you. "Because if I, in any way, have made you feel like that, it must be rectified."

You finally looked up at him, tears mixed with raindrops runnig down your face.

"Fitzwilliam, please, I-I can't bear to have my heart broken," you whispered. "If this is just kindness I-I-"

You weren't given a chance to finish your sentence as he lifted your face to look up at him, his hands were warm against your cold skin and out of instinct your eyes fluttered shut, just as he pressed his lips on yours.

You gripped tightly onto his forearms, bringing him as close as you could, wishing nothing more in the world than for that moment to last forever.

When you pulled apart, his forehead still resting on your own, you let out a small breathy chuckle, letting one of your hands come up and hold his cheek.

"You never said anything," you whispered, "and with all this-this talk of suitresses...I-I thought I was being foolish."

"I must be the fool for not saying anything earlier," he lifted his head only to kiss your forehead, and bring you in for a proper embrace. It felt as if you were meant to be joined and knit together as one and it reminded you that in the end, it was always important to tell the truth.

#mimi's mini blurbs #fitzwilliam darcy #mr darcy #fitzwilliam darcy x reader #mr darcy x reader #pride and prejudice fanfic #pride and prejudice fanfiction #p&p #bbc pride and prejudice #pride and prejudice 1995 #pride and prejudice 2005 #pride and prejudice #jane austen #jane austen fanfiction

[agentmilayawithshield]

Brain with Floppy Disk storage capacity

#ao3 #archive of our own #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom #agents of shield #kdrama #daisy johnson #game of thrones #bellarke #jane austen #avatar the last airbender #buffy the vampire slayer #percy jackson #the hunger games #zutara #hoodwinked #harry potter #the marauders

[zyrafowe-sny]

10 Fic Recs for Feedback Fest 2024/International Fanworks Day

There are so many amazing fics out there, but here are a few recs in honor of @transformativeworks's Feedback Fest.

But We Don't Have to Talk About It (The Owl House, by @halcyonhue): This is a brand new fic and so, so good. Excellent post-finale Luz & Hunter messiness.

A Potter's Field (The Owl House, by @sercezgazety): I can't make a fic rec list without this fic (I also had the pleasure of beta reading it). Fairly Hunter-centric. Written before WAD, but deals with post-finale politics, lustration, trials, grimwalkers, personhood.

phantom pains (The Owl House, by @crimeronan): RATED E AND MIND THE TAGS — SA! Not an easy topic, so gorgeously, hauntingly written.

get through it (The Owl House, by @polyhexian): Alador-centric. Excellent use of second person.

things we lost in the fire (Nimona graphic novel, by @prodigaldaughteralice): Wonderfully-written Comic!Ambrosius and Meredith Blitzmeyer.

Lunch and Other Obscenities (Star Trek 2009): Uhura & Gaila cross-cultural misunderstandings.

An Ever-Fixed Mark (Jane Austen, by @amarguerite): Augh, this series. Some of the best fic on AO3. Fantastic writing, Soulmate deconstruction, war, grief, politics, AU spin offs.

i'll write you a harmony in C (Jane Austen): Modern Jane Austen AU featuring Mary Bennett and Henry Crawford. I don't even remember when I first stumbled across this fic but I've revisited it multiple times over the years.

Beside me singing in the Wilderness (80 Days): Amazing work that really takes advantage of (and builds upon) the worldbuilding of the game.

have you heard (Star Wars sequel trilogy): Written between movies and no longer canon compliant, but a great fic about the power of stories.

#ifd2024 #feedback fest #fanfic rec #fic rec #toh fanfic #nimona fanfic #star trek fanfic #jane austen fanfiction #star wars fanfic #80 days #not my fanfic

[anghraine]

I'm usually irritated by the people sneering about fanfic insisting it is just intrinsically inferior to early modern writers raiding Ovid or Chaucer or the news or each other or whomever. I've never seen anyone have a decent rationale beyond early modern writing is intrinsically Art and fanfic is intrinsically Not Art, because of reasons (the artistic purity of working within early modern patronage and censorship, I guess?).

I'm not talking Shakespeare specifically (though Lear <3). He was by no means alone in borrowing characters and plots from previous sources and then doing his own thing with them. A lot of my favorite plays of the time re-purpose established stories in this way.

But also, it comes around to kind of funny when people are not only insisting that fanfic is definitionally Not Art and in some way totally different from the usual kind of borrowing that goes back millennia, but also that fanfic is somehow morally degenerate and harmful and unhinged in a new and shocking way.

Because if early modern English literature is defined by anything, it's being absolutely fucking unhinged.

I mean! The Revenger's Tragedy?? The White Devil (borrowed directly from the murder headlines)??? My best beloved 'Tis Pity She's a Whore (pretty obviously a spin on Romeo and Juliet But Now With Incest and Even More Murder)? These things are batshit. And fantastic! I love them! But holding them up on some pedestal of artistic and moral purity is just bizarre IMO.

There are differences between what they did and contemporary fanfic because we live in different eras and cultures, in some ways radically so, because copyright and intellectual property work so differently now and have affected storytelling so much, because of the effects of things like genre romance and the Internet and AO3, because patronage and censorship now work very differently in a lot of ways, because educations and literary norms are so different, and so on.

But is fanfic in some way uniquely trashy and shocking by contrast to what those men were thinking up? Nah.

#y'all act like a mildly edgy au is the herald of the literary end times and meanwhile several centuries ago #you've got playwrights going 'you know what would be fucked up? because i've got a GREAT idea' #i'm thinking of that quote about austen - 'you could not shock her more than she shocks me' #and i feel it's very accurate for a lot of early modern playwrights too #like you think fanfic would shock john ford? lmao #anghraine babbles #long post #fanfiction #early modern blogging #general fanwank

[beatrice-otter]

What Was A Governess? The Jane Eyre Life Explained

I really love Ellie Dashwood’s videos. She gives a really good historical background for all sorts of things in Regency and Victorian England to help us understand classic literature.

For me, of course, I love this for the history aspect, but I also love this as a fanfic research tool. Which is why I choose to share this particular video of hers.

There is a fanfic trope, where a female character becomes a governess or companion in order to support her family. Problem is, governesses got paid very little. They got room and board and a very small stipend. That stipend was enough to pay for necessities like clothing and have a little bit of pocket money. Once a governess had paid for her own expenses, there wasn’t enough to send to anyone to help them out financially.

There also wasn’t enough money to save for retirement, by the way. A governess who didn’t marry usually ended up in dire poverty once she got too old to work.

I understand why people want there to be some financial option other than marriage for Lizzie Bennet or Eleanor Dashwood or some other favorite Regency or Victorian heroine. It’s so limiting and we’re so used to having options ourselves. “You have money problems? Girl, go out and do something about it, don’t wait for Mr. Right!” But the problem is, for the vast majority of women in the period, there wasn’t an option to earn your own living that would get you more than “enough to scrape by.” If you wanted more than that, there were basically three options. You could live with your family all your life (if your family had the resources to support you), or you could marry a man who had the resources to support you, or you could become the mistress of a man who had the resources to support you.

#youtube #regency #history #jane austen #jane eyre #fanfic

[mysunfreckle]

When Mr. Charles Bingley rode into Hertfordshire to acquaint himself with Netherfield Park it was on a purely accidental recommendation. Bingley was the sort of open, easy young man whom people would not scruple to share their opinions with, and the solicitor who took it upon himself to advocate for Netherfield could certainly not be blamed for seeing a very desirable tenant in him. Bingley was at that time not yet of age two years and unmarried, but he had the sort of good-humoured and generous character that must recommend him to almost anybody.

#austen #oh oh look at me fanfic again #pride and prejudice #austen fanfic #sunfreckle's stories #jane austen #p&p #conceit and conciliation

[m0st-ard3ntly]

Second Impressions (AO3)

It is a truth universally acknowledged that Mr. Sirius Black did not leave a good first impression on Remus Lupin. Yet, as conversations in candlelit ballrooms happen, Remus wonders about Mr. Black’s true nature, behind the snobbish facade.

Or, two regency era idiots circle each other almost crashing together but never quite.

I finished my labour of love, my first ever fanfic! I would love it if you checked it out :)

#marauders #marauders fandom #marauders fanfic rec #marauders fanfiction #sirius black #remus lupin #remus x sirius #wolfstar #wolfstar fanfiction #atyd #pride and prejudice #wolfstar x pride and prejudice #wolfstar au #pride and prejudice au #jane austen #emma #pride & prejudice (2005) #elizabeth bennet #fitzwilliam darcy #period drama #jily #lily evans #james potter #regulus black #marlene mckinnon #dorcas meadowes #dorlene #recengy era au #regency era wolfstar #bridgerton

[flowerandblood]

Hear me out

✨ But like seriously I have an idea ✨

Fanfic with Aemond in Jane Austen style. Like no "Pride and prejudice" or "Sense and Sensibility" plot, but Austen-like plot, regency, empire, tea, small folk-town, dances, weirdnesses, uncomfortable small talk, touching hands making arousal burning like a fire in the room. ✨✨✨✨

What do you think?!

#fanfic ideas #aemond fanfiction #aemond fic #aemond fanfic #jane austen #period drama #aemond targaryen

[taradactyls]

You absolutely don’t have to do this, but I would love to know what the carriage ride was like on the way home after that dance <3

Oh I can write a little bit of fluff and pining!

Here's what happens after the dance scene in chapter sixteen...

~~~~~

It was a struggle for Mr Darcy to bother with civilities to anyone else for the rest of the evening. He kept finding excuses to touch Elizabeth, attempting to recover that spark when their hands pressed together as they twirled on the dance floor. Elizabeth had begun to show her tiredness, yet when he leant in to whisper in her ear “Should I summon the carriage?” She protested that she could wait a little longer.

He attended to whatever conversation his wife engaged in, loathe to leave her side. Elizabeth had always stunned him with her ease in socialising. There was no awkwardness in her manner, or struggle to know what to say. Even the most tedious of topics and… boisterous… of people gave her joy in their ridiculousness. Normally, he would retreat from such conversations entirely, for his tolerance was not as high as hers. But tonight, Mr Darcy was held in place by Elizabeth’s arch smile and quick dart of her eyes towards him whenever she needed to share her amusement at the folly of others.

His wife laughed so freely, how had he once not done justice to her beauty? She was the most radiant woman he had ever met. He was transfixed by the curve of her neck, and the way she arched her brow as she whispered some witty thing to her sister which earnt a smile from Miss Bennet. Then she returned her gaze to him and took his arm. “My mother begins to again complain of Charlotte becoming mistress of Longbourn one day; which seems as good a sign as any we should retire for the night.”

Moving her hand to the crook of his arm and covering it with his own, he said “I should think that the first sign was your yawning. And the second your proclamation of tiredness.”

She laughed again. “You are right, of course,” she smiled. “But have we not enjoyed ourselves tonight, Mr Darcy?”

The gentleman had never enjoyed a dance more, and he could not stop himself returning Elizabeth’s smile. She was so full of happiness. How he loved her. How he wished she had married him for affection and not necessity.

They gave their leave and departed Lucas Lodge. Mr Darcy handed his wife up into the curricle before joining her and taking the reins and urging the horses forward.

“I think it is safe to say we cannot continue any lessons in carriage direction, tonight,” Elizabeth said, surveying the moonless sky. “The landscape is far too obscured by darkness for me to attempt it. I shall leave it to the expert among us.”

“The roads are good, so there is no need to fear danger. I shall keep the horses at a moderate pace. Regardless,” Mr Darcy said, glancing at her, “At present, even were the moon full, I should judge you too tired to function at the best of your abilities.”

“That is true,” Elizabeth said, punctuated by a yawn. “I may have overexerted myself – but did we not enjoy ourselves tonight, Mr Darcy?” Her gentle smile up at him made colour rise to his cheeks, but the night protected him from it being noticed.

 “We did,” he whispered, thinking of how they had drawn together and spun apart during the dance.

It appeared she was doing the same. “I shall have to force you to the floor more often.” Before he could reply that force was unnecessary, Elizabeth laughed. “I think Sir William will support my endeavours, he seemed to enjoy it just as much” That gentleman had naturally felt the urge to compliment them, after the music ended, and Elizabeth now launched into an imitation of him. “Capital dancing!” She said in a deep voice which had Mr Darcy smiling. “Some of the finest dancing I have ever seen! By my reckoning it would not put even St James’s to shame.”

“The highest compliment Sir William knows to give,” Mr Darcy replied. Despite enjoying absolute privacy in the dark countryside, he still leant in close to whisper “Do you think he mentioned the Court often enough?”

Elizabeth laughed, turning to him fully, their faces very close. “Oh, not at all,” she said in a conspiratorial whisper. “Why, by only mentioning St James’s thrice we are in great danger of misunderstanding which place he speaks of!”

Her smile and sparkling eyes were ample reward for his boldness in drawing so close to her unnecessarily. She seemed in no hurry to distance herself, either. As another yawn overtook Elizabeth she dropped her head to Mr Darcy’s shoulder, content to rest it there.

He felt it could not be comfortable – with the bouncing of the carriage – but if Elizabeth was not complaining than he would not move. The overwhelming emotion in his breast declared that he would be happy to never move again, if that was what it took for her to remain there forever. His agitation was his alone; when he slowed the carriage before Netherfield Elizabeth did not stir, and he gently roused her into wakefulness.

She blinked at him, slightly frowning, and he waited until she gained her bearings before helping her from the carriage. Mr Darcy maintained hold of her hand, looping it through his arm as the ascended the steps of Netherfield. They spoke little before he bid her goodnight before her bedroom – which he had promised never to enter – and left her with the waiting maid.

It took Mr Darcy an uncharacteristically long time to fall asleep as his thoughts dwelt on Elizabeth’s allure and joy as they danced, and the pleasant weight of her head upon his shoulder. He missed the warmth of her resting against him.

#fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #archive of our own #jane austen #pride and prejudice #elizabeth bennet #fitzwilliam darcy #elizabeth x darcy #darcy x elizabeth #mr darcy #trying to tread water #fic:t3w

[firawren]

"Ungentlemanly," a Pride and Prejudice smutty fanfic

Explicit | Elizabeth/Darcy | 5k words

Tags: Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, 5+1 Things, Established Relationship, Married Sex, Library Sex, Vaginal Sex, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Dubiously Consensual Blow Jobs, Cunnilingus, 69 (Sex Position), Reconciliation Sex, Light Femdom, Dirty Talk

Summary:

Elizabeth once berated Mr. Darcy for not behaving in a “gentlemanlike manner.” Ever since her just reproof, he has been determined to always act like a perfect gentleman, even, or especially, within his marital bed. Gentlemen do not use obscene language to express their pleasure while carrying out their marital duties. Doing so would be an affront to his dearest, loveliest wife Elizabeth.

However, he finds this resolution harder and harder to keep as his marriage progresses.

And it is finally Elizabeth’s will that breaks him of it.

(Or, five times Darcy nearly loses control but restrains himself from talking dirty in bed, and the one time he finally lets loose, thanks to Elizabeth’s strong encouragement.)

Read on AO3

Beta read by @loonysama. Thanks for the helpful feedback!

NSFW excerpt under the read more link:

“May I use my mouth on you?” Elizabeth murmured against his lips, and his cock grew harder at the very suggestion.

“You—you would want to do that?” he said in a strangled voice.

“You have used your mouth on me, and I was, well, curious whether it can be done the other way around.”

“You need not do it,” he said weakly, though the idea of it sounded tremendously appealing.

“But may I?” Elizabeth asked, smiling slightly.

“If you wish,” he managed to choke out, rather than exclaiming how much he would like to feel her lick and suck his cock.

Her smile widened, and she moved down his body to his waiting erection. She tenderly pressed her mouth to it, at first, and Darcy hummed at the pleasant sensation of her soft lips against his flesh. But when she engulfed the head of his cock fully in her mouth, his pleasure jolted through him so fiercely that he could not stop himself from moaning, “Ohhh!”

He quickly clamped his mouth shut, but she looked up at him with a prideful sort of happiness dancing in her eyes, clearly pleased with the passionate reaction she had drawn from him. The look increased his arousal even further, heat flaring in his belly, for there was a perverse intimacy in having her eyes fixed on his while her mouth was stretched so obscenely around his cock. Again he could not help but groan, this time in the shape of her name. She smiled around his cock again, and he had to squeeze his eyes shut to block out the intoxicating sight that threatened to unleash words unfit for Elizabeth’s ears.

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