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Tangled Hearts - Fitzwilliam Darcy X Female Reader

Title: Tangled Hearts

Fitzwilliam Darcy X Female Reader

(Could be seen with either BBC Darcy or the 2005 Darcy; I personally see it as the 2005 version/settings based off the 2005 one)

Additional Characters: Reader's parents, Charles Bingley, Caroline, George Wickham (Mentioned), Jane Bennet (Mentioned), Georgiana Darcy (Mentioned), other random people (Mentioned), Albert Wright (OC), Mr. Took (OC) (Mentioned), and Duke Phillip Colston (OC) (Mentioned)

WC: 7,526

Warnings: Typical Pride and Prejudice era misogyny and so on, toxic parents, Reader is mentioned to wear dresses and heels, Reader hates balls, society sucks, Caroline, banter, gossip, arranged marriages, Darcy's in love, scandals mentioned, yelling, crying, Charles is the voice of reason, itty bit of suggestion (time period wise), angst, and fluff

Pemberley. Your home away from home. The large country estate was gorgeous, surrounded by vivid green grass, and which sat across a crystal clear lake. You loved Pemberley not only for its beauty, but because the place had become your own haven of peace and solitude. It was where you could be yourself without worrying about being judged or ostracized. 

Though, during the time, you always were forced to look so prim and proper, on days where you had no other responsibilities, you would sneak out to sit on the soft grass outside. That was the only time you really felt free.

As a child, you visited Pemberley more often than not. Your family were great friends with the Darcys and Bingleys, resulting in you spending a lot of time at the residence and within their presence. You had become close friends with Charles Bingley - his sister, Caroline, not so much - George Wickham, and Fitzwilliam Darcy. 

During your later adolescent years, you had briefly traveled to the Longbourn estate, where you had grown close to Jane and Elizabeth Bennet, despite your parent's wishes. Your mother specifically didn't want you spending time with those in the Middle Class. That didn't stop you though.

Out of the three, Charles, Caroline, and Fitzwilliam, you spent most of your time with the latter. And eventually Georgiana Darcy in the later upcoming years. Ever since you were a young child, you would travel to Pemberley with your parents, occasionally playing with the young Darcy if you were both not in lessons with your shared tutor.

You never really understood why both you and Fitzwilliam were tutored together, you never voiced your questions out loud, in fear of being scolded. But, during your many years in the company of Fitzwilliam, the two of you became very close friends, which was only natural having grown up together.

As the years went on, your parents began forcing you to attend balls, and at the age of twenty-two, you began to realize that they were actively looking for a suitable husband for you. You had a distaste for the idea, but were forced to comply, knowing that they would not end the search, no matter how many times you had voiced your own wishes.

Thankfully, Charles, Caroline, and Fitzwilliam were usually always attended. And occasionally, you'd spend time with Jane and Lizzie when they attended the same events, but otherwise, you would stand on the sidelines with Fitzwilliam as everyone else danced.

Your personality, though more reserved, wasn’t lacking. You had a great sense of humor, a sharp intellect, and an excellent memory. You enjoyed reading books and watching plays and operas; at a time wishing you could play a part in either one. You were kind, and generous to a fault; which, when you were younger, had gotten you into some trouble at times. You were very free-spirited, not afraid to speak your mind in certain situations; which your parents thought resulted in you spending too much time with Elizabeth Bennet. 

Fitzwilliam, though holding many similar interests, his demeanor was seemingly unfriendly, aloof, and unapproachable. He kept to himself, rarely engaging in social activities and never participating in conversations unless spoken to first. And while he was a bit arrogant and proud, he was actually very caring and understanding towards the ones that he held in high esteem. He still remained distant from most people, preferring to watch them from afar with a critical, often anxious - though, he was rather good at hiding it, gaze. 

You usually stood on the sidelines with Fitzwilliam at balls, only occasionally dancing with some random man your parents wanted you to dance with; in hopes some spark ignites. But, you disliked dancing, especially with strangers, and preferred to read books and relax in your room. Fitzwilliam, ever the gentleman, would start up some sort of conversation with you, albeit awkwardly. Though it happened rarely, it was always welcome; all the balls that you have ever been to have always been dreadful, but less so with Fitzwilliam there.

Balls had become associated with finding suitors and respectable husbands, rather than having fun and enjoying yourself, and you were beginning to resent that aspect of life. You knew that there was going to be a very low chance, or none at all, that you would be allowed to choose your own husband; or even have any say in the arrangement in the first place. If you did have a choice, you would choose Fitzwilliam. A few years prior, you noticed that you had developed feelings for him, feelings that were growing every single day. 

You greatly admired Fitzwilliam, his intelligence, kindness, gentleness, handsomeness, and overall good nature. But you said nothing of it. You knew you had no choice in who you were going to marry - whether you liked it or not. So you kept your head down and tried not to think of it too much. Though, it was hard to not think about him, you spent a lot of time with the man after all. But, being a very respectable and composed young woman, you didn't show most of your emotions to others.

As an Upper Class woman, you were required to follow every rule laid out by your parents and society. You also had a duty to act demure in public, especially during formal events, and to appear to be a perfectly poised young lady. This was something that you hated, not being able to express yourself freely, or to be your true self. But, you were really good at it. Being taught to hold unwanted emotions at bay, which you had learned to hold certain romantic feelings for Fitzwilliam in a tightly controlled manner.

Sitting in one of the many sitting rooms in Pemberley, you quietly sipped your tea with Fitzwilliam and Caroline. It was silent, aside from the occasional clink of a tea cup being placed upon a small saucer, the sound of Fitzwilliam's quill upon the parchment, and the sound of you turning the pages of your book as you read. Whilst your mind was elsewhere, you hardly noticed Caroline as she read some letter about a scandal some banker was in before hearing your friends, Elizabeth Bennet's presence being announced.

"Miss Elizabeth Bennet."

Shutting your book, you let a small smile grace your features as Lizzie entered, her hair down and mud on her shoes. She gave a polite smile, looking around the room as Fitzwilliam stood and gave a curt bow of the head. Setting your book on the table before you, you walked over to the young woman, greeting her with a quick hug.

After a moment of silence, Caroline quietly gasped, "Good lord, Elizabeth. Did you walk here?”

"I did..." She answered as you both pulled away from the hug.

"Lizzie, it is so good to see you. Are you well? It has been ages since we last spoke." You asked, "I hope you won't become ill. It was rather chilly out this morning."

"I am well, thank you. And yourself?" She asked softly.

Clasping your hands together before you, you nodded, "I am doing marvelously, thank you. We will have to have tea together sometime soon, I miss our riveting conversations."

Lizzie's smile widened, "Of course." After another slightly awkward moment, she continued, "I'm so sorry, how's my sister?" She brought her eyes to Fitzwilliam and Caroline.

"She's upstairs." Fitzwilliam answered and Elizabeth nodded.

"Thank you." With one last look and smile towards you, she left the room with haste. 

Letting out a small sigh, you walked back to the table, sitting back down in your seat and reopening your book. "My goodness, did you see her hem? Six inches deep in mud. She looked positively medieval." She mocked with amusement in her tone, and you rather hoped that she would finish speaking, but she wasn't done. Caroline then turned to you, and braced yourself for her words, "That was rather unlady-like, wasn't it?" She asked, as you flipped to the next page of your book.

"May I ask you to elaborate, Caroline?" You asked, barely giving the woman a glance as you continued reading. Ever since you were a young child, you and Caroline had never seen eye to eye. You weren't exactly fond of each other, and you didn't care to try getting along any better than you already did.

"Greeting her in such a manner." Caroline responded as she picked up a small finger sandwich.

You flipped to the next page, "Isn't it rather unlady-like to bring yourself into one's business, Caroline?" You asked, looking up to look at the women with a raised eyebrow. She only said nothing, letting out a small scoff as she looked away. "Oh, Caroline, dear... You have a little bit of something..." You began, lightly tapping the side of your mouth; even though she had nothing even blemishing her face.

Caroline quickly snatched a napkin from the table, dabbing the corner of her mouth. If she was embarrassed, she didn't show it, but you could tell by the way she fidgeted slightly in her seat that she was anything but pleased. Before going back to your book, you glanced over at Fitzwilliam, who had sat back down minutes ago, a very, very small smile on his face; his eyes held some amusement. Smiling lightly yourself, you went back to your book and tea.

~~~

It was a particular sunny day, birds singing in the trees, and clouds rolling through the sky. It was a beautiful afternoon, and you were enjoying it immensely. The weather was perfect for taking a stroll in the countryside, and if you were being honest, you loved being outdoors. The sun felt warm and inviting against your skin, the breeze gently blowing past you caused your dress to flutter a bit in the breeze. Carrying your book in your hand, you found a nice grassy spot to sit, not too far from Pemberley, but close enough to the lake that you felt at ease. You opened your book to where you had left off earlier and took a deep breath, trying to clear your mind of any unpleasant thoughts. 

You did not know how much time had passed before you heard footsteps, but you didn't bother looking up. When the person then took a seat beside you on the grass, you moved your gaze away from your book, looking up. There sat Fitzwilliam, his expression unreadable. "How may I be of service, Fitzwilliam?" You asked, placing your bookmark between the pages of your novel, closing it gently and setting it in your lap.

"I had been looking for you," He began, staring straight ahead, "May I accompany you for a while?" He added, and you nodded.

"As you wish." You replied, "I'd love the company, Fitz." He didn't say anything else, just giving you a short nod, a barely visible smile before looking off at the lake.

You went back to your book, opening it once more to where you had left off, but you didn't feel like continuing. It seemed that he had something on his mind, and it seemed that he wasn't in the mood to talk about it. Perhaps it would do him good to get it off his chest. But you knew better in asking him to do such, though he was pretty open with you in general, Fitzwilliam was quite reserved when it came to matters of the heart; he'd hide things behind a façade of calm and composure when talking to those around him. So you didn't say anything, didn't push him, allowing Fitzwilliam to take his time.

After a couple of minutes, he finally spoke, "What is it that you are reading?" He asked, turning his gaze to the book in your hands.

Looking up, you meet his gaze, "It's called 'Emma.' It speaks of a young woman who thinks of herself as a matchmaker." You replied softly.

"Ah. I suppose I should not be surprised that your reading has led you to romantic literature." Fitzwilliam commented.

"Well, I wouldn't say that." You countered. "I simply find them fascinating, as they give me new perspectives." You explained, tilting your head to the side slightly, "Have you read this publication?" You asked, motioning towards the book in your lap.

"No, I have not. I believe Miss Caroline had mentioned it in passing once." He admitted, and you gave a small hum in response. "Though she was not seemingly fond of it."

You lightly scoffed, turning to stare at the lake before you, "I would suspect that she finds it distasteful." Another silence washed over the two of you, and you found yourself looking at Fitzwilliam. You could sense an uneasiness in his gaze, though there was something else there, as well. You wanted to ask what was bothering him, but you decided against it, knowing better than to pry into the affairs of another person. However, you were curious, and as you watched his eyes dart across the water, you knew you needed to speak. "Are you feeling alright, Fitz?" You questioned softly.

Fitzwilliam looked over at you, staring at you before speaking, "I apologize if you feel that I am acting peculiar..."

"Do not worry. You are not behaving strangely." You assured him, smiling slightly, "I am just worried that something might be on your mind." 

Fitzwilliam pursed his lips briefly, his blue eyes locked with yours. The way you looked at him caused his stomach to flutter nervously, your overall presence made him nervous, and the overwhelming pounding of his heart was deafening. Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy was completely and utterly hopelessly in love with you. How could he ever resist you? He wanted nothing more than to hold you in his arms, kiss you until the world disappeared, and tell you everything. But that would be highly inappropriate and perhaps even selfish, and he knew that. He had no right to ask such of you, and he knew that; he pushed those desires aside immediately and forced himself to think rationally. 

"Would it be presumptuous of me to inquire as to if you are going to be attending the ball this fortnight?" He finally asked, his voice low, his eyes flickering over your features.

Your heart skipped a beat upon hearing the question, and you could not help but swallow dryly. "Yes, I will be attending. As you know, my parents wouldn't allow me to miss the event, even though I would much rather be reading in my room." You answered, trying to keep the trepidation out of your voice.

"I must agree with you. I would much rather be alone in my room as well." He replied quietly, lowering his gaze back to his own lap. 

"Well," You sighed out, grabbing your book once more, "At least we will have each other's presence to distract us from the tedium of the events." You said in an attempt to lighten the air, but he only offered a small chuckle before he turned his gaze back to the lake. 

Silence fell over the both of you again, with the soft sound of the wind rustling through the leaves and the birds flying overhead filling the space between the two of you. The atmosphere was peaceful, as it always was whenever you were together. For you, the silence was comforting, and Fitzwilliam enjoyed the silence as well. It was rare when the both of you had the chance to have a quiet moment together, so this was always a treat for you both.

~~~ 

Standing at the edge of the room, in your best dress from the newest season, you stood beside Fitzwilliam as the ball was in full swing. Your eyes surveyed the large room, glancing from the dancing couples, people chatting amongst their family, friends, etcetera, and finally, your parents. They stood, speaking with a man, whom you couldn't quite place his name on. From where you were, you could not understand fully what they were saying, which worried you slightly.

And it seemed that Fitzwilliam had noticed your straying gaze on your parents, and how your satin-gloved hands fumbled together nervously in front of you.

"Do not mind them." He muttered to you, leaning slightly towards you so you could hear him over the music.

"It is hard not to, Fitz," You spoke, turning your gaze away from your parents and back out upon the dancing. "They've been trying to find me a husband for the past couple of months. I am hoping at some point they will give up in their search."

"By the way that you speak, it would seem that you do not wish to marry." Fitzwilliam said, and you turned your head to look up at him.

"You know me, Fitzwilliam." You sighed, shaking your head slightly, "I do not want to marry someone I am unsure of. Besides, there were many whom were willing to offer marriage to a lady like me, and many of them, if I must say so myself, were handsome in all senses of the word. But from the few who have offered me marriage, I have turned away. I know that they had only seen my wealth, status, and looks rather than my personality. And I find that I cannot fathom the idea of marrying someone so shallow, or lacking in depth and solidity for that matter."

"I admire your strength of character." He said, looking down at you.

"Thank you, Fitz." You smiled sweetly up at him. "I admire your kindness and integrity." You added, your smile becoming genuine as he returned your smile with one of his own; though hardly noticeable.

"Daughter," Your gaze swiftly moved from your long-time friend to your mother, who stood with your father, and another gentleman you have never met before. "I would like you to meet Mr. Albert Wright. He's the owner of the Wright & Co. bank here in England." She informed you, a smile on her face, but her eyes held such excitement.

This Albert fellow was certainly some character, judging by his attire. His suit had a deep black waistcoat, a dark green vest, black breeches, and black shoes. And despite his clothing being quite plain, he did make an imposing figure; he was tall and broad, with a strong jawline, and he appeared to be very well built. His hair was dark brown, curly, and cut short, and his eyes a brilliant green.

You curtsied to him, trying to be as polite as possible, "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Wright." You greeted, forcing a smile upon your face.

"Please, call me Albert." He spoke, his voice deeper than you expected. Surprising you further as he bows his head and then offers you his hand. "May I have the honor of asking you to dance, my lady?"

The thought of taking his hand made you nervous, yet you took it regardless; not wanting to cause a scene or to upset your mother and father. Fitzwilliam stood helplessly as he watched you being led across the room by Mr. Albert just as another song began; his frown deepened, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watched as you danced with Mr. Albert. 

"Lovely match, don't you think, Mr. Darcy?" Your mother asked Fitzwilliam as she watched you dance with the banker.

Fitzwilliam reluctantly spoke, "I suppose so." He responded nonchalantly, averting his gaze momentarily before looking back over at you once more. Fitzwilliam had recognized the name Albert Wright from a couple of weeks prior. Having heard what the name had done, Fitzwilliam couldn't stop himself from warning your parents about Mr. Albert Wright's past scandal. "Madam, I understand wholeheartedly that you wish only the best for your daughter, but I feel that I must inform you that Mr. Albert was a part of a scandal many years ago regarding an older woman, whose husband was a respected merchant."

Your mother's eyes widened at the news, her hand coming to be placed upon her chest in shock, "Where did you hear of this, sir?" She inquired, your father mirroring his wife's expression, but he said nothing.

"From Miss Caroline, madam." He explained, turning to face the dancing crowd, his eyes following your figure.

Her mouth parted in surprise, her eyes widening further, "This is absolutely unacceptable! Our daughter should not associate with a man like this!" She exclaimed, her tone raising to one of anger as she glared at Mr. Albert.

By the end of the dance, Albert raised your hand and pressed a kiss to your gloved hand, bowing his head as you curtsied. Finally, you had thought, saying your goodbyes and thank yous to the man before heading back to your mother, father, and Fitzwilliam.

As you got closer, your eyebrows furrowed slightly, seeing your mother and father's angry expressions as they spoke to one another. Finding your spot next to Fitzwilliam, you leaned slightly towards the man to speak. "What has gotten my parents in such a temper?" You asked him, noticing his shoulders tensing slightly.

He glanced over at you briefly and shook his head lightly, "I am afraid I don't know. Perhaps it concerns Mr. Albert." He mused softly, keeping his eyes locked onto yours.

"But why is Papa so enraged? I haven't seen him this red since Mr. Took had tried to cheat him out of some money." You commented softly, looking up towards your parents once more.

"I believe it has to do with the fact that Mr. Albert had been a part of a scandal many years back." Fitzwilliam answered, making your jaw drop slightly, your hand coming up to cover your shock.

"And where did you hear of such a thing?" You asked quickly, wanting to know more details as to what scandal that Mr. Albert had gotten involved in.

Fitzwilliam looked down at you for a moment, turning back to the dancing, "If my memory serves me correctly, Miss Caroline had read upon it in a letter."

Trying to hide the smirk on your face, you lightly cleared your throat. "Well, isn't this unexpected," You muttered, amused. "And I could only assume that you had mentioned such news to my parents?" You asked, looking up at the name, eyes glinting with amusement.

Fitzwilliam looked down at you, nodding his head slowly, thinking, "Yes, you would be correct." He confirmed, saying nothing else which only made you smile.

"Well, thank you, Fitz," You began, "Without you, I wouldn't doubt my parents would have me married off to the man." You joked before another peaceful silence engulfed you both - that is, it was peaceful for you. 

Fitzwilliam looked down at you from beneath his eyelashes, studying you carefully, almost as if he were trying to memorize every feature of your face. When he realized that he was staring, he quickly turned away, clearing his throat lightly as he gained the courage to offer his hand out. You looked over, looking up at the man, to his hand, and back.

As you raised your eyebrow in question, he finally spoke, "Would you like to dance, my lady?" He asked softly, and you couldn't help the smile that grew on your face. You had your shock well, but you were surprised that 

"That sounds lovely." You whispered, placing your hand into his gently.

~~~

The sun was shining brightly as it peeked through the clouds, causing the water to sparkle with each droplet of rain that hit the surface. You love it when the sun's shining and it's raining at the same time. You had started your day as you usually did when you stayed at your family estate; waking up in your lavish bed, before getting ready for the day. Choosing one of your favorite day dresses, you style your hair neatly, grabbing a new book before leaving your chambers. Before breakfast, you did your daily practice on the piano for a moment before sitting in one of the sitting rooms and reading your book. 

Joining your mother and father for breakfast, you ate delicious small cakes, breads, and hot coffee. Breakfast was pretty peaceful and quiet, aside from your father occasionally speaking up. After a while, the topic shifted from the conversation regarding your plans for the afternoon, which included spending the time walking about the grounds, as you had previously intended to do earlier in the morning. 

You hid your feelings well, but you wished that you were at Pemberley at the moment. You had never really felt comfortable or a part of your family's estate. You loved both your parents dearly, but they were rather strict compared to how you're used to life at Pemberley. In truth, you missed staying there; however, you were happy that you were able to stay with your family once again and you didn't want to disrupt their routine. So, you continued to smile politely through your father's comments and continued to eat your food.

You had begun to zone out at some point of your father's speech, nodding along when you thought necessary when suddenly, you heard your name being called. You snapped your head up to see your mother with a small frown on her face. "Your father had asked you a question, young lady." She informed you. You bowed your head and apologized for spacing out. Your mother sighed, placing her small fork down on her fine China plate. "Your father had asked if you desired to attend the upcoming ball at Pemberley?" Pushing your shoulders back, your mind racking at your mother's words. But before you could answer, your mother cut back in, "We know that you don't have a fondness for such events." Your mother included, which you found odd and surprisingly thoughtful, that she was aware of your dislike for socializing, and was finally letting you have a choice in the matter.

Though, you couldn't help but wonder, why now? What had happened or what had been said that would allow your parents to change their minds? Looking up, your eyes met your mother's, "If I may, mother, I had thought that you would want me to attend such gatherings. Has something happened to change your mind so?" You asked her, tilting your head slightly as you spoke.

Your mother nodded her head, her smile widening with excitement, "Precisely so, but we have splendid news for you." Glancing to your father, he then decided to speak, clearing his throat before doing so.

"Your mother and I have found you a suitor. We have met with him many times over these past few weeks and we have deemed him to be most suitable. We have decided to arrange for your engagement with him." Your father announced.

Your breath caught in your throat, unable to utter even a word. You felt as if the world had begun to crumble around you, all your efforts of being independent forgotten as your father's words sunk in. You wanted the Earth to swallow you whole, the sky to open up and spit you back out, and any other form of escape would be welcomed by you. Your heart ached as your father finished speaking, your fingers twitching slightly as you grasped your fork tightly; your knuckles turning white. 

Your lips and mouth felt extremely dry as you opened your mouth and licked your lips, a shaky breath escaping you, "Who have you arranged me with?" You asked, "... If I may inquire?" Your voice was shallow and quiet, your gaze directed downwards.

"Duke Phillip Colston, a very wealthy gentleman who lives here in England." Your father replied, watching you closely as if waiting for you to react. "I believe you'll make a very respectable wife for him, just so as long as you do not cause him too much trouble. He is an eligible bachelor after all." Your father added quietly.

Sighing inwardly, you lifted your head to look at your parents, swallowing heavily, "Do I have any say in this?" You questioned, your voice still weak as your hands clenched into fists under the table. You could feel tears building in your eyes, and you desperately blinked them away, refusing to let them fall as you tried your hardest to keep yourself composed.

"I am afraid not, dear," Your mother answered, "We have gone countless months trying to find you a respectable and kind suitor - a man who is willing and able to take care of you and provide you with all the comforts of society. And yet, all of our attempts have failed." Her tone grew seemingly irritated. "Every man we had brought to you, offering marriage, you have turned away." Her voice rose into one of anger. "You are at a point where men will not even be interested in marrying you, your refusals are becoming the talk of the town, gossip, and blather, and I will not have it." She practically spat angrily, looking up at you with fire in her eyes, a fire that you could not seem to extinguish. 

You stared at your mother silently, a slight pain throbbing through your heart as you took in her words, "I understand wholeheartedly, mother," You began, pushing your chair back to stand, and setting your napkin onto your empty China plate. "I will say this, that I have no desire to marry such a man; duke or not. My heart belongs to someone who is worthy of it." You stated firmly. You then turned on your heel, walking out of the room without saying another word.

Once you were out of their sight, knowing that they weren't going to follow you, you ran. Rushing out into the hall, you ignored the odd looks from your family's servants and maids, swiftly making your way to the front doors and stumbling out into the chill air. Breathing heavily, you felt everything rushing through your veins and blood; flowing throughout your body. Without a second thought, you stepped out into the light rain before running once again. 

You kept running and running, your feet stomping into the wet grass, hair plastered to your face, cold rain falling onto your face; soaking your dress. You didn't care nor have any mind to where you were running or where you were, you just needed to get away. Away from them. Away from them all. Your life, you had no power, no control over it; no matter how hard you fought against it, you could not escape fate. 

You had known that at some point, your parents would grow tiresome of your constant rejection of the men they had brought to you. You knew it was going to be only a matter of time before they would just arrange for you to marry someone else. It was bound to happen sooner or later, considering your age. You weren't getting any younger, and no one wanted a spinster for a daughter.

Still breathing heavily, you came to a stop in a dewy field, your chest rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath. Finally, you let the tears fall from your eyes, your vision blurry as the water streaming down your cheeks. You wiped your cheek with your sleeve as a sob escaped your lips. You collapsed to the ground in a heap, feeling as if your heart was breaking all over again. The day of the shining sun and the falling rain, something that you had once adored, now only seemed to mock you. As you cried softly, ignoring how cold and drenched you were, you did not hear the sounds of hooves, and someone calling your name. Only when you felt someone touch your shoulder, did you look up.

Fitzwilliam's usually stoic expression was long gone, replaced with worry and concern. His brows furrowed together as he looked at your tear-stained cheeks, and your dampened dress. Fitzwilliam slowly helped you to your feet, helping you lean against him as he guided you to his horse. You did not remember much of the ride back to Pemberley, nor entering the large estate, nor when you were rushed off with a couple of housemaids. You felt numb as you were in the bath, hair being washed and skin being scrubbed. During that time, you had only wished the bath water to be scalding. 

You were quickly dressed in an afternoon dress - one of the dresses that you had kept in your room for when you stayed at the estate - swiftly, you were brought to your room. You sat on your bed, in the home that you'd grown to love more than your own, gazing out the window as the rain began to slowly cease, revealing a beautiful blue sky. A sigh left your lips as a knock sounded upon your door, pulling you out of your thoughts.

"Enter," You muttered, surprisingly loud enough for the person to hear, as they opened the door.

Turning your attention from the window, you looked over to see Fitzwilliam, the same worry on his beautiful features as when he had found you in the field in the pouring rain. Silently, he sat beside you, leaving enough space to make you feel comfortable. It wasn't long until Fitzwilliam's curiosity and urgency to see whatever was the matter got the best of him. He watched as you fiddled with your fingers and sighed deeply, "What troubles you? Why were you sitting among the fields?" His voice was soft, filled with concern, and you raised your hand to your hair; brushed but not styled. 

You felt your eyes well up with tears once more, a breathy sigh leaving your lips before you spoke, "I have been arranged to marry Duke Colston." You answered, a voice at the same level as the man beside you. You couldn't even bear to look at him, if you did, you were sure that the tears in your eyes would become a waterfall.

There was silence for several moments as you awaited Fitzwilliam's response. When finally, you glanced towards him, his gaze was locked straight ahead as if lost in thought, "Is this something that you are unhappy about?" Fitzwilliam inquired, his voice calm.

"Incredibly so," You answered with a breath, "I do not wish to marry that man, nor ever." You said, your words laced with bitterness, looking down at your lap, "But I do not know what to do. Despite everything, I cannot bring myself to refuse." You admitted, feeling guilty as soon as you finished speaking. Though you did not agree with the society that you lived in nor the repressing of women's voices, you knew that this was something that had to be done. Not for you, but for your family, no matter how much you detested the idea. "I will have to go along with the matter, for it pleases my family." 

Fitzwilliam stared at the side of your face, subconsciously admiring you as he thought. In his heart, he despised that you were forced to marry someone who was unworthy of you - you did not deserve that, you deserved far better. But what could he do? Again, Fitzwilliam was hopeless. He was unable to do much of anything. Right before him, you were miserable, and he could do nothing but sit here and offer you comfort. He did not even know which he could offer you at this point. He could only watch helplessly as you felt like he was watching you crumble right before his very eyes. His time was up, his hopes diminished, his dreams crushed.

~~~

Fitzwilliam sat in his office, staring down at the many papers and letters before him on his desk. The ticking of the grandfather clock was loud within the silent atmosphere, its deep, heavy, and unenthusiastic noises echoing around the room, as Fitzwilliam tried to force himself to focus. He was not successful, however, as his mind drifted to you every time he closed his eyes. Every time, he would imagine you, dancing with the Duke, marrying the Duke, starting a family with the Duke. Everything that Mr. Darcy himself had desired with you. 

He sighed heavily and rubbed at his forehead, closing his eyes briefly as images of you danced across his mind. You, in his arms. Dancing at the ball from only a month ago. You looked up at him with those eyes, those eyes that held his heart. You laughed, and he swore to himself that he would do everything in his power to keep you happy and laughing; he could not lose you. But he did. Why did he not ask for your hand?

A knock sounded at his office door and Fitzwilliam snapped his eyes open, turning his head to face the door. "Enter." He called out, clearing his throat. He watched as Charles Bingley, one of his friends, walked in, bowing slightly before giving him a small smile.

"Her parents have sent a carriage," He spoke to Fitzwilliam, "She'll be leaving soon, Darcy."

Fitzwilliam nodded, placing his quill back on top of his desk as he stood, walking over to the window, peering down at the carriage, "How long before she leaves?" He asked, but before he could receive an answer, he watched as you entered his vision, seemingly thanking the driver, and though reluctantly, stepping into the carriage.

Charles walked over, standing beside the man as he watched you leave. The man then glanced at his friend, observing him. The stoic look on his face, though more brooding, did not mask the sadness and pain that resided in his eyes; clearly, he cared deeply for you. Charles, and anyone else close to either of you, could have seen that. 

"You care for her," Charles spoke softly, Fitzwilliam's shoulders stiffening slightly at his words, "I believe that you might even love her, Darcy."

Fitzwilliam turned toward Charles with an odd look on his face, "What makes you say such a thing?" He asked, though he already knew the answer.

"The way you look at her, the way you speak to her," Charles paused, smiling warmly at Fitzwilliam, "There is no one else that looks at her the way you do," Fitzwilliam said nothing, turning his gaze away from the window and heading back towards his desk once your carriage was out of sight. "You should go after her." Charles said suddenly before leaving the room.

Fitzwilliam sat back down at his desk, letting out a deep sigh as he let himself slouch a little. Charle's words were ringing throughout his mind, causing him to frown deeper. He didn't know how long he sat there as he stared at the paper and his quill in front of him before he suddenly stood and grabbed his coat.

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Sitting in the sitting room, book in hand, your mind could hardly focus on the words written in the book. Your thoughts were all on Fitzwilliam, all on the future, and your upcoming marriage with another man you did not love. Your mind already distracted, you snapped your head over to the study's entranceway, hearing muttering coming from down the hall. You could not make out anything, only hearing that it was two men speaking, but you furrowed your brows; hearing the muttering quiet before hearing the closing of another door. Curiosity was clawing at you but you turned back to your book, trying your hardest to get back to reading it.

But as two hours passed, having checked the clock every ten minutes or so, you began to grow restless. Shutting your book, you stared at the doorway, trying to strain your ears to hear anything, but you could not make out anything. The large estate was quiet, aside from the hustling of the servants. You looked over at the clock on the wall, about to stand to practice the piano to calm your nerves before your mother walked into the room. 

She stood, tall and poised as usual, a small smile on her face. With a small gesture, she told you to stand and follow her. And you did so, forgetting your book on the velvet loveseat and following your mother to your father's office. With a steady knock, the door opened and a small gasp left your lips. 

Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy stood beside your father, who sat at his office desk, leaned back, and with a thoughtful expression on his face. Immediately as the door opened, Fitzwilliam turned to face you, bowing respectively, as you glanced from your mother and to your father. Looking back to your long-time friend, you tilted your head to the side slightly, "Mr. Darcy, this is a surprise." You then looked to your mother and father once more, "Whatever is the matter?" You questioned.

Your father gave you a soft nod, "Please, join us." More than confused at this point - bewildered - you stepped further into the room, your mother leaving your side to stand next to your father at his desk. "Mr. Darcy here has come to inform us of something rather pressing." Your father answered finally, standing from his leather chair with a small grunt. "We shall leave you both to converse," He added as he made his way out of the room, followed by your mother.

As soon as they were gone, you turned to Fitzwilliam, "Whatever is going on, Fitzwilliam?" You asked as the man in question took a step towards you. 

And though he had a small frown on his face, his blue eyes held such vulnerability, such tenderness. "My lady," He muttered, his eyes searching yours, "I must confess that I am… Somewhat troubled." Letting out a small breath, he continued as you stared up at him, "For many years, I have found myself longing for you, and I can not seem to help but fall in love with you…" At his words, your eyes widened, and your lips parted slightly as he continued. "I have come to speak with your father about your arrangement. I can not force you to continue, nor can I force you to end it. But I can only hope that you could consider me as a potential suitor - husband rather, if that is agreeable to you."

You felt your breath hitch, your heart racing as you stared at the man you loved confessing that he had feelings for you, as well. After a moment, you managed to regain your composure, though you still remained speechless. Licking your dry lips briefly, you spoke, "It is," You breathed out. The words were barely above a whisper, and yet it seemed so loud to Fitzwilliam. He blinked rapidly, almost surprised at your response. You brushed the stray tear from your cheek, a small crawling sensation taking residence in your stomach. "I would be honored to accept your proposal, Fitzwilliam Darcy."

And though it was brief, you saw his smile before he took a step forward and hesitantly took your hand in his. The skin-on-skin contact, though usually forbidden between a gentleman and a young woman, caused butterflies to fill each of your stomachs as you both pressed your foreheads together, eyes fluttering shut. 

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The sun was shining brightly today, as were the birds who were singing their songs in the tree branches, which were swaying lightly in the breeze; the light rain drizzled down from the sky. A content smile spread across your face as you leaned against the railing, overlooking the beautiful gardens that surrounded the estate. Your smile only widened as you felt a pair of arms slowly wrap around your waist, tugging you back into the warmth of Fitzwilliam's body. You hummed and rested your head upon his chest, your hands coming up to cover his. 

His arms tightened around your body, pulling you closer to him. "Good morning, my love." He spoke softly, planting a gentle kiss upon your temple. His lips moved along the soft skin of your cheek gently, causing you to shiver as goosebumps rose along your skin.

"Good morning, Fitz," You whispered in return. "I do declare that this is the most beautiful day I've ever experienced." You sighed out as he chuckled, nuzzling into your neck before pressing his lips to the skin there.

"That it is," He agreed before lifting his head and looking into your eyes. He gazed at you lovingly, brushing the hair from your face before leaning in and placing a soft kiss upon your lips. You sighed as he pulled away, allowing his forehead to rest against yours. Your fingers ran through his short hair, gently scratching his scalp as he hummed contently, enjoying the feeling.

"What is the time?" You asked, breaking the silence.

He glanced at his pocket watch, "Just past eight," He stated, giving you a fond smile, "Shall we head to breakfast?" He then suggested, earning a nod from you. Taking your hand in his, you brought it up to your lips, pressing your own kisses to his knuckles before he began to lead you from the balcony.

Behind the both of you, outside the window, just as the rain began to fade away... A rainbow slowly appeared.

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Night struck at the ball, all the higher social parties had arrived and gathered to have their dance. Many young ladies and gentlemen have travelled far and wide to settle down with a suitor of their choosing. The dance floor was soon covered with many young ladies dancing with their chosen suitors, all the gentlemen smiled as they danced. Many of the young ladies' dresses were quite colourful; pink, white, blue, and purple shining through as they waltzed. The crowd that weren’t dancing were all drinking and laughing, most of the gents had stepped to the side to discuss important things such as politics or business. The women on the other hand had all gathered to try and spot a man with such dashing looks alongside his rich wealth. The ladies had heard of the aristocratic landowner of Pemberley, he was seeking a social outing. “Where’s Mr Darcy, I’ve heard of such high things for him�� one woman muttered fanning herself, “oh he is so dashing, I hope he comes soon” another replied holding a glass of wine.

Many were gathering at the door, however one woman sat in the back of the ball room. The dress she wore sat to her ankles and her silky gloves reached her elbow. The girl was of a middle-class status, she wasn’t deemed as highly as “Mr Darcy” however her personality was certainly different. The ladies didn’t bother to talk to the middle-class woman, they all thought she was ordinary with no style of wealth. This woman happened to be y/n l/n, a friendly yet quirky girl that often dreams of travelling and meeting the man of her dreams.

Mr Darcy had arrived; he got out of the carriage and entered the ballroom with an upright glance. One would assume many of his stature would be after a queen or quite literally a duchess, Mr Darcy had such high standards no woman could seem to fit within his ideals. “Mr Darcy a pleasure, my daughter has been awaiting your hand in a dance” one woman tried to announce. “Mr Darcy, my family have recently been to France” another tried to interrupt, “Mr Darcy, we have such high honor-“.

Fitzwilliam had started to blur the ladies words from his mind, all they wanted is for their daughter’s to be betrothed with someone of higher wealth and status. Fitzwilliam walked by with his head held high, he acted cold toward the other women as they weren’t to his liking. Mr Darcy wasn’t necessarily cold on purpose but rather he wasn’t the best with social situations. The women had higher expectations since he was a wealthy landowner. “Aren’t you going to dance with any of them” a gentleman asked, “any savage can dance” Mr Darcy replied in return.

As the gentleman were gawking amongst themselves, Mr Darcy spotted a woman sitting by herself. She had no gentleman chaperoning, it seemed quite un-lady like for such an act. Out of politeness, Mr Darcy approached the lonely lady “excuse me, for it may sound unkindly of me to ask, why have you no gent attending to you”. Y/n lifted her head slightly to see Mr Darcy ask her a question “why must I need one, I’m quite happily joyful watching the people dance” y/n smiled. Mr Darcy pondered for a moment, a lady who isn’t interested in dancing with any of the suitors, why come to a ball unless she had planned to accompany friends. “You are quite a strange lady” Mr Darcy noted, “indeed, but is that a bad thing, to be strange is to be unique and being unique is quite extraordinary is it not” y/n replied to Mr Darcy’s comment. Fitzwilliam raised an eyebrow, however in accord to the ladies odd tone he thought of being polite asking for a dance. “Miss y/n, may I ask you in having a dance with me” Mr Darcy politely bowed “but of course Mr Darcy”. Y/n had held Darcy’s hand with a gentle touch, through her silk gloves she could feel the man’s gentle squeeze. The two stood in the middle of the dancefloor, many envious eyes were staring upon them. The song soon started to play, y/n moved her feet to slowly follow Mr Darcy’s movements, the two were in sync. After a twirl, dip and a bow Mr Darcy had finished the movements toward his waltz.

Y/n smiled as Mr Darcy’s eyes light up with amusement, never in all his lifetime did he see a woman dance with elegance. Amid it all, in the shadows of the ball stood a man, watching and observing as the scene unfolded. The glare he gave upon his cold expression was one no woman would dare to go near. Y/n thanked Mr Darcy and bid him a hopeful thank you.

“I do hope to see you later this evening, I wish to ask you a question” Mr Darcy asked, he kissed y/n’s hands out of politeness.

 “Of course, mind you I must have a breather, I shall return” Y/n curtsied to excuse herself.

Y/n left the dancefloor in which it left Mr Darcy feel amazed by y/n’s gesture, for once he had found an incredible young lady that fit his standards. It was no secret that the man had an attraction toward y/n even if they had just met. Mr Darcy observed y/n from afar as he awaited to ask y/n to attend to his home estate, in which his future action would be ask for y/n’s hand in marriage.

Y/n had wandered her way toward the back to grab a drink, that was until she tripped on a man’s shoe. “Oh, pardon me” y/n excused herself, “could you be anymore clumsy” the man snidely remarked. “Sir, I do apologise toward my fall” Y/n couldn’t believe the nerves of this gent.The man was certainly not in the dashing description of appearances, his eyes glazed in a cold manner and his hair sat upon his cheek bones. “May I at least help you up” the man asked, he grasped y/n’s hand. Y/n had noticed how slimmer his fingers were compared to Mr Darcy’s. “You may call me Severus Snape” he announced to y/n, within his sight the girl curtsied.

“y/n l/n, sir” y/n smiled, one thing that caught off guard were her eyes.

Snape took a minuet to catch himself staring directly into the girl’s dashing eyes, they reminded him of someone he once knew in his youth. Severus gathered himself together, his cold demeanour had returned with snide remark.

“For your apology, may I ask for a dance miss y/n” Severus offered his hand.

“Oh, of course Mr Snape” y/n smiled, she gently placed her fingers in Snapes.

For a moment everything seemed perfect that was until Mr Darcy had interrupted “Pardon the intrusion for you see, miss y/n was actually attending in presence”. Severus raised an eyebrow while narrowing his eyes “clearly, for I see miss y/n approached me instead”.

Mr Darcy had no tolerance for this man’s sarcastic tone, he had met quite a few cold people in his life but never to this extent. “I see you are of lower status, miss y/n quite clearly values someone of higher regard” Mr Darcy remarked, “and yet I see someone of lower knowledge, perhaps your sloth brain must be lurking around I’m sure” Snape jabbed back.

Y/n interrupted the two gents before they were too fight, she grabbed both their hands and asked “Mr Snape, Mr Darcy if one must choose then I do not wish to be a part of a fight”. Y/n didn’t want to be the subject of an argument, she would much as rather choose one and spend the rest of her life with them.

However, before anything else could occur, y/n’s mother called out “Pardon for I must go, Mr Darcy and Mr Snape I do hope to see you in the future”. Y/n quickly scrambled to find her mother, she hoped she wasn’t late. Mr Darcy had wondered to follow; he could introduce himself to y/n’s mother and use his status to win her hand. Severus, on the other hand just watched as y/n left, he found someone who brought back his memories of which he had in his youth.

One day he hoped to find y/n once more as Mr Darcy longed to marry the girl he waltzed with.

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bewitched me, body and soul. — fitzwilliam darcy x gn!reader

a/n; once more, the p&p fandom lacks mr darcy x reader, this one is gender neutral so please let your imagination run free after reading this. have a good day or night, and stay safe! excuse any errors, thank you. gif below isn't mine, credits to the rightful owner.

Imagine catching Mr. Darcy practicing his speech he was to tell you at the field. (Mr. Darcy’s POV)

“I see you are my equal… no, I see my equal in you, and I can’t bear the thought of…You have been in all of my thoughts,”

Darcy let out a sigh. He stood in front of the mirror fiddling with his hands which was started to sweat and slightly shaking.

He’s been doing this—practicing himself to not stumble on his words while expressing his feelings to (Y/N). Unfortunately, nothing he’s been saying made no sense to be honest.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you how my feelings towards you have changed and I…”

He stopped talking, and once again sighed with heavy disappointment in chest hammering.

He turned around so his back faced the mirror and closed his eyes. He focused on the sound of his breathing that had calmed down and without pressuring his thoughts and mind, he said,

“If your feelings are still what they were the last time we saw each other, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from you will silence me forever. If, however, your feelings have changed, I will have to tell you. You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.”

He softly exhales then slowly opened his eyes…to see you standing there in front of him. You were holding the flowers he’d sent you, the gift he’d given the last time you two saw each other, still fresh and blooming. His attention driven from the flowers to your face, which was in pure shock but was slowly overtook by a shy smile.

“In fact, no, my feelings have not changed towards you. I earnestly and wholeheartedly love you too, and to think of a life where it isn’t with you will only frightens me so.”

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Time Will Tell

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Mr Darcy x Bennet!reader

Imagine meeting Mr Darcy for the first time and him being lost for words.

Public balls were never an enjoyment for Fitzwilliam Darcy, and although he did not physically cling to Mr Bingley there was always that sense of dread and anxiety when he would leave to dance with one of the many beautiful ladies in the room. He wouldn’t ever outwardly admit that he found the women he was introduced to attractive; his rough demeanour would not allow it. Which is why when Charles brought you and your sister over to his secluded circle, he found himself providing short answers and showing very little interest to try and scare you away.

Your sister Jane was enamoured by Mr Bingley as soon as they laid eyes on one another, and quite frankly it frightened you. How could a person have so much adoration for another in such a short time? You did not believe in love at first sight, instead you believe that love develops over time, no matter how slow or fast, it takes more than just a single instance.

When Jane made her way towards you after her 2nd or maybe 3rd dance with Mr Bingley that evening, you couldn’t help but notice a certain look in her eye. It was much like the look your mother gets when she hears ‘single’, ‘wealthy’ and ‘man’ in the same sentence and this alone causes your stomach to twist in fear.

Your hands grew clammy as you noticed the direction Jane was dragging you. You made eye contact with Mr Bingley as you approached him and his two companions for the evening and sent a gentle smile his way. He introduced you to his sister Caroline, who did nothing to hide her disdain for you as she looked you up and down. Mr Darcy however was in awe. Not many people could force him into silence however, he feared that anything he said would make him look like a fool in front of you. That was not a chance he was willing to take, so instead he opted for the safer option and nodded his head towards you with a polite, “Miss Bennet.”

His voice was soothing, not too deep to the point it became unnerving but not quite high enough to be deemed unmasculine either. His acknowledgement of you was one of the only moments you managed to hear it as he did his best to end the conversation as quickly as possible. It was only when your other sister Elizabeth joined you that it was made clear he was not one for enjoying other’s company, especially when he did not know half of the people around him. Elizabeth’s arrival caused the previous chatter, despite their being very little, to cease.

…..

Both of your sisters shared very different opinions about the company you had shared earlier that evening with Jane being utterly smitten by Mr Bingley and Elizabeth expresses how she found Mr Darcy pompous and arrogant. It did not take long before you were growing annoyed at your sister’s lack of filter regarding her thoughts.

“Elizabeth, could you be a dear and fetch me a lemonade? I would go myself but my feet are killing me from all the dancing…”

She glances at you seemingly unconvinced but nonetheless she makes her way towards the refreshments table leaving you and Jane alone. As you chatted amongst yourselves, you could not help but eavesdrop on the conversation between the two gentlemen barely 10 feet away. Thankful that they had not noticed either of you.

“Come on Darcy, you cannot tell me not one lady has caught your eye this evening.”

“I’m afraid you seemed to be dancing with the only pretty woman here.”

You look at Jane as she sips her drink entranced by the music playing in the hall, blissfully unaware of the ache your heart seems to be suffering.

“Oh please, what about her sister Elizabeth she is rather pleasing, no?”

“She is pleasing, but not nearly handsome enough to tempt me.”

“What about Y/N? She is a timid thing but very beautiful no doubt.”

He stayed silent. An unnoticeable blush spreading beneath his collar.

You suddenly choked on your drink causing them to both turn your way as Jane patted your back. You took that as a sign to leave, too embarrassed to spare a glance their way. As you rushed towards the exit, gloves and purse in hand, you could not help the tears that made their way to your eyes. Never have you humiliated yourself as much as you did just then. It left an awful feeling in your stomach one you could not seem to shake and one that only got worse when you heard a voice calling out for you.

“Miss Bennet! Miss Bennet wait!”

You hastily wiped the tears that had fallen and turned towards the voice. Your eyes widened slightly as you took in the sight of Mr Darcy rushing towards you.

“Mr Darcy.” You nod.

“I believe I owe you an apology sir. I had not meant to be so rude.”

“No, you do not owe me anything. However, I do owe you an explanation of some sorts.”

“For what? You have done nothing wrong.”

“I do not want you to think my silence was one of distaste. It was merely just a moment in which I was too caught up remembering the honour I had of being in your company this evening. For you Miss Y/N Bennet have been one of the very few reasons I have enjoyed tonight.”

Your words seem to betray you as you are left silently gazing at the man before you. The blush in his neck spreading towards the tips of his ears causing you to smile.

“I do not know what to say.”

“Then say nothing. Just accept my invitation for you and your sister Jane to join myself and Mr Bingley for tea tomorrow at Netherfield. I am sure he will be the most enthused to see your sister.”

“Very well then, I accept.”

“Fantastic. Now, if you do not mind, I would like to accompany you back inside for it is becoming rather chilly and I fear your gloves will be less than useful at fighting the cold.”

He offers you his arm as you both make your way inside. The warmth eases the nipping of your fingers and you begin in the direction of Jane who has struck up yet another conversation with the Bingley siblings.

“Oh Y/N,” she speaks softly as she notices you. She grasps your hands and pulls you towards her.

“Are you alright?”

“I am fine sister.” You chuckle.

“I was just asking Miss Bennet here, if the both of you would be willing to join Mr Bingley and I for tea tomorrow afternoon.”

“What a great idea Darcy.” Bingley expresses as his smile widens.

“It would be our pleasure Mr Darcy.” Jane adds and smirks at you.

…..

As the clock strikes 10, you and your sister bid farewell to both Mr Darcy and Mr Bingley as well as Miss Bingley and make your way towards the rest of your family. You collect your shawl from your mother whose inquiries about your conversation with Mr Darcy go unentertained. You all head towards the carriages and the journey home is filled with thoughts of the one man whose heart you hope time brings you.  

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[moonlit-han]

a truth universally (un)acknowledged | chapter one

(artwork credit to @jisungieart​)

genre: rivals-to-lovers, fluff, college au, theatre au pairing: han jisung x reader chapter word count: 1.9k warnings: suggestive, swearing request: yes (@jisungsjheekies)

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{prologue} {chapter one}  {chapter two}  {chapter three}  {chapter four} {chapter five}  {chapter six}  {chapter seven, part one}  {chapter seven, part two}

chapter one

“It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.” — Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen (1813)

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It was in freshman year of college, the sixth week of classes, in Shakespeare for Theatre Performance Majors (THEA 200), halfway through the class period, just as the class prepared to perform their first monologues. You’d wanted to be assigned one of Prospero’s speeches from The Tempest. Instead, Jisung got to play Prospero and you ended up with one of Rosalind’s clever monologues from As You Like It. Not that you disliked Rosalind as a character, you simply wanted to have the fun of 1) not playing a girl for once in your life, and 2) wearing a long robe and getting to wave around a long staff. (There are few things that delight more than strutting around like some self-important wizard). 

You did your best with the monologue, pretending to hide behind a tree at times and speaking to an imaginary Orlando at others. You were as pleased as a cat who’d caught a canary with how well you’d performed, and the fact that your professor gave few notes made it all the better. You liked being the best at anything you did. Jisung was called up to perform after you, and he had brought a robe and a staff. You scoffed a bit because, until that day, he’d been a fairly good actor but nothing extraordinary. Oh, how wrong you were. Yes, his participation in class thus far had been exemplary, his integration of notes seamless, and his general affect lighthearted and kind. But again, he’d only been a fairly good actor, nothing extraordinary. So, seeing him play Prospero as he called down the elements to wreak havoc at sea was unexpected, to say the least. Jisung seemed to put every ounce of energy he had into the performance, and the class clapped when he finished. He, like everyone else, had received notes from the professor, but they were cursory comments. Jisung had done the proper research to play Prospero as well as he could, and then presented the monologue better than you ever thought possible—from a college freshman, that is. And, you hated to admit, better than you could’ve done.

Thus, your rivalry with Han Jisung began. 

At first it was distinctly one-sided, but you performed so well on the mid-term that Jisung noticed he wouldn’t be the sole star of the class. From then on, you and he vied for many of the same scenes to perform, the leading roles in the plays and musicals, and even the chance to mentor younger students once you were upperclassmen. Also, you consistently tried to perform better than each other in everything you did. The unofficial title of Best Actor in the Department (created by you and Jisung for your own purposes and, somehow, represented by a child’s gaudy tiara) bounced between the two of you. It must be said, though, it became more and more like a game with your steadily maturing attitudes and values. However, the one thing you both flatly refused to do was play love interests. If the two leading roles in a play were love interests, you would find different roles for which to audition to avoid that awkwardness.

And now, you were a senior and the reality of your impending graduation had just set in. 

As you walked down the hall to the costume shop for your shift, your best friend and roommate, Miri, caught your arms and swung you around.

“Y/N! Babe, did you see the posting? They’ve announced the next production!!” Miri was practically bouncing up and down as she spoke, which wasn’t unusual for her. “It’s a new adaptation of Pride and Prejudice—who are you going to audition for?” 

“Wait, really? Pride and Prejudice? I didn’t even know there was a stage version of that,” you said as Miri swung your now linked hands back and forth. “Hmmm, I guess I could audition for Jane? I don’t think I’d go for Elizabeth, since I really don’t feel like carrying a show next semester, you know?”

“But you’d make such a good Elizabeth Bennet! You have to audition for her!” Miri pressed you.

“Mir, no, I don’t want to have too much going on. Jane will be enough for me. Plus, I’m sure everyone will want to play Elizabeth—she is the lead, after all,” you said, finally extracting yourself from your friend’s grasp.

“But Y/N—” Miri whined.

“Come on, I want to ask if we’ll have to do extra shifts in the costume shop with the show coming up,” you interrupted and continued down the hallway.

When you got off from your shift sewing and repairing garments used in the last show, you went to the audition sign-up sheet on the Theatre Department Message Board. You saw a small knot of people huddled in front of the board, all waiting excitedly to put down their names. You joined the group just as Jisung sauntered up and stood beside you.

“So, Y/N, should we break our rule and go for Elizabeth and Darcy?” Jisung asked, knowing full well you’d never agree to it. He liked to tease you and you liked to tease him, just as long it didn’t end up as flirting. That would be bad.

“Jisung, you know that’s never gonna happen. I am never going to play love interests with you. My first choice is Jane, and after that I’ll just let Professor Greystone decide,” you said as you rummaged in your bag for a pen.

“Ah, the calm and lovely Jane . . . so you’d rather have a simpler role, huh? Too busy this year?” Jisung teased.

“No,” you replied sternly, “I’d just sooner have less to worry about than more. Who are you auditioning for, anyway? Wickham?”

“Nah, I think I’d do best as Mr. Bennet—play to my natural wit,” Jisung said casually, sweeping his hair up off his forehead. “It’d be perfect!”

“Sure, sure. Whatever you say, Jisung.” You’d finally found a pen and began to write your name and your role of choice under an audition time. 

Just when you’d finished, Jisung snatched the pen from your fingers. You were about to protest, but he’d already added his name to the list. Handing the pen back to you with exaggerated care, Jisung said, “See you at auditions, then, Y/N,” and strolled down the hall like he didn’t have a single care in the world.

You quickly glanced at the audition sheet again, and sure enough, Jisung had signed up for the slot right after you. Damn, that had to be the worst luck ever.

Two weeks later, the Department held auditions on Thursday and Friday afternoon in the main theatre. Most students auditioning were familiar with the space, especially those, like you and Jisung, who had performed in it before. The director, Professor Greystone, clearly wanted to see how each person reacted and adjusted to the size and acoustics of the theatre throughout their audition. The long hallway along the back of the theatre was full of students waiting for their time slot. It was eerily quiet, save for the occasional mutter as someone cursed themselves or their chosen monologue for one reason or another. Every fifteen minutes, the door would open to free one student only to swallow another into the maw of the theatre scant minutes later. All looked less stressed coming out than when they went in, but the tension in the air was thicker than strawberry jam. 

You’d been thinking about the auditions for nearly every waking moment over the past two weeks. Jisung’s comment about playing Elizabeth and Darcy had, somehow, stuck in your brain like the worst kind of repetitive song. There was a part of you that wanted to play Elizabeth—she had some of the wittiest responses to the hidebound and often dull comments made by those of her social circle, and you aspired to be as quick-witted. But, you didn’t want to risk being cast opposite Jisung. You didn’t think you could bring yourself to act, truly act, even remotely interested in him as a lover. You leaned against the wall, reading through your monologue and your notes for comfort more than anything, trying to clear your head of all else. The temptation of playing Elizabeth just would not go away, though. After another five minutes of fruitless reading and rereading, you paused. What if I did audition for Elizabeth? you thought, scarcely daring to even think it. Jisung surely wouldn’t audition for Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy, right? He wanted to play Mr. Bennet so he could, in essence, play himself. It wouldn’t hurt for you to add Elizabeth to your list of potential roles—it was just another option. You’d been cast in enough leading roles in the past that there was a good chance Professor Greystone wouldn’t cast you in one again. Right?

“Y/N,” came the sing-song voice in your ear. You had to fight the urge to hit Jisung in the head as you glared at the young man who made it his business to annoy the daylights out of you.

“What, Jisung. What do you want,” you hissed under your breath, trying not to disturb the ten other people still waiting for their turn. “I’m trying to concentrate.”

“Oh, just saying ‘Hi.’ Break a leg, Y/N! Hope you get the part you want.” With that, Jisung walked back down the hall to sit on the floor with his ever-present headphones pulled down over his ears. You guessed it helped him filter out distractions. Although, it did make Jisung seem especially cocky, though, as if he didn’t need to study his lines or do anything else before an audition.

After twenty minutes or so, your audition time arrived. Of course, Professor Greystone and the other faculty had some general questions for you before you performed. They made it seem like part of the audition process, but the questions were really an excuse to let students adjust to the space. No matter one’s years of experience, the additional time always helped. Thus, the questions were simple. Yes, you’d read Pride and Prejudice—several times, in fact. No, you hadn't been aware of a stage adaptation before it was announced for the spring. No, your spring schedule was not full yet.

“Do you have any other questions, Y/N?” Professor Greystone asked, setting down her pen for a moment.

“Well, yes. Could I add Elizabeth to my preferred roles, please?” You smiled sheepishly, knowing Professor Greystone had probably expected this. 

“Of course, Y/N. I’ll consider you for the role, in addition to Jane,” replied your professor. “Could you perform your monologue for us now?”

With that, you took a deep breath, lowered your head, then raised it in character.

And then, you were done. You emerged from the theatre, a bit tired but happy with your performance. Jisung, who really was acting like your shadow these days, waited outside the door for his own audition.

“Break a leg, Jisung. You’d do wonderfully as Mr. Bennet,” you said, surprising even yourself as you gave the compliment.

“Thanks, Y/N,” Jisung said bemusedly as he watched you gather your things, settling your sweater and backpack on your shoulders. Still staring into space even after you rounded the corner at the end of the hall, Jisung bit his lip. Should I go for Darcy? he thought. There’s no way Y/N would audition for Elizabeth. She’s too scared we’ll end up being cast as lovers. Chuckling to himself, Jisung methodically put away his headphones, straightened his clothes, and took a deep breath. Opening the stage door, he thought, Hell, I’ll do it.

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Detroit: Become Human | Chapter VI

Chapter I - Chapter II - Chapter III - Chapter IV - Chapter V - Chapter VI - Chapter VII -  Chapter VIII - Chapter IX

Fandom: Detroit Become Human (of course)

Pairing: Connor x Reader

Word Count: 1,922

Author’s note: Thank you so much for all the likes and reblogs on the previous chapters! As always, English is not my first language so excuse my grammar and my repetitions.

A group of Androids infiltered the Channel 16 building and broadcasted a message for humans and Androids. It seemed the operation didn't have any human casualty but anyway it was a mystery how they succeed without being spotted earlier. You were on your way with Connor to investigate the scene. In the taxi, the silence was present between the two of you. There was something that was bothering you for a while but you didn't manage to find the courage to ask him. You were somehow scared by the answer so you didn't dare to ask it. "How is your Hangover, Y/N?" Connor asked you when he felt your eyes on him. "There is a heavy metal festival in my head right now." You answered with a shy smile. Obviously, he didn't get the joke. Sometimes, you found it a pity he didn't have any sense of humor. At least, he didn't have Fitz's peculiar senses of humor. "Can I ask you something, Dr.?" You looked at him curious about what he wanted to know so you nodded. "Did you call him 'Fitzwilliam' for Fitzwilliam Darcy from Pride & Prejudice?" Your blush grew to your ears. How did he know that? Nobody nowadays read Jane Austen. Yes! You were a helpless romantic and you loved those books so much and they were your secret. You and your mother's secret. She gave them to you when you came to Detroit since it was her dear collection. "I saw the books in your room and read them." Explained Connor. You looked at him with a mixture of embarrassment, surprise, and confusion. "I'm sorry if that bothered you." He apologized, lowering his gaze. "I didn't mean to offend you." "It's okay." You calmed him. "Just, don't go telling around..." "I won't." He replied seriously as his life depended on it. Silence regained the vehicle once again. "Connor..." You started a few minutes later. "I- I wanted to...." "We have arrived." He announced interrupting you and getting out of the Taxi. You wanted to ask him why did he didn't let you erase his memory. Why he didn't want to forget the kiss. And why did he bother himself to protect that memory... The answers also scared you, depending on his answers he might start deviating, if it was so, you had to take some measures. Like reporting him to Cyberlife. You sighed with a sad smile and got out too. "Where have you been the two of you?" Asked Hank in front of the Channel 16 building with his arms crossed. It was like he was waiting for us for a while. "Connor's check." You answered trying to not give it any importance. "At this hour?" Hank asked surprised. "Don't they usually do it first thing in the morning?" He kept silent for a few seconds starting at you and Connor. "Wait! You two had spent the night together!" He realized triumphant. You felt the blush grew to your cheeks and didn't know what to say to get out of that situation. He wasn't wrong at all, actually. But you know what he really meant and you couldn't let him know that in fact, something happened. "Yes." Answered Connor. "Y/N wasn't feeling well last night and I kept her company." Hank looked at you suspiciously. "She passed out at her living room." Added Connor. "I couldn't let her there." Hank growled as he couldn't make a joke of that because he knew what it was, and went inside the building. Connor turned to me and winked, then he followed Hank. Every time he winked at you he took you off guard making your heart skip a beat. The broadcast room was on the top floor of the Stratford Tower. In the lift, the three of you remained in silence, the only noise you could hear was the coin Connor was flipping between his fingers. He did various trick that you always found impressive, but right now you were too deep on your thoughts to care about it. "You start to annoy me with the fucking coin!" protested Hank grabbing the coin. Connor with a concerned look observed how Hank put the coin in his pocket. "I'm sorry, Lt." he apologized. He looked like a kid who just been scolded. The lift finally reached the top floor and the doors opened. "Oh god! Was there a party and I wasn't invited?" Hank exclaimed when he saw the SWATs and FBI."The feds want their piece of the cake," said Ben Collins getting near the three of you. Connor and Hank listened carefully at the briefing while you just followed them. When you reached the broadcasting room a police officer came close. "Connor? Is that you?" He asked him.Connor eyed him analyzing him."Do you remember me?" He continued. "I was on the terrace... that android that took the little girl hostage? I was shot, you saved me." You observed the situation. You did remember. That was back on August when Connor was sent to his first mission. You watched him negotiate with the deviant Daniel from the living room. When Connor spotted the injured police officer he risked that Daniel might shoot him to apply a tourniquet to the agent saving his life. Connor seemed confused but he finally spoke. "I remember you." he said. The officer smiled. "I could have died on that terrace, but you saved my life." he paused. "I never thought I'd say this to an android, but thank you."A shy satisfied smile appeared on Connor's lips the same as your with his reaction. It was like he was proud of what he did and you were of him. You turned to Hank who was talking to a not very tall man wearing a trench coat. "What is this?" he asked looking at Connor with disapproval. "I'm Connor." He replied. "I'm the Android sent by Cyberlife." "Androids investigating Androids..." he said with sarcasm. "Do not mess my crime scene." "This is Especial Agent Perkins to you." informed you, Hank, when you went away from him. "What an asshole..." you said from the bottom of your heart. "I wouldn't say it better..." Hank smiled at you. Connor, ignoring us, proceeded to inspect the clues. The first thing he did was to replay the Deviant speech. The deviant had removed his skin to record the message. His eyes were of different color, one blue and the other green. His voice was calmed but determined. "We ask you to recognize our dignity, our hopes, and our rights. Together we can live in peace and build a better future for humans and androids. This message is the hope of people. You gave us life. And now the time has come to you to give us freedom." The three of you were speechless in front of the message he sent. Actually, that message made you think about what you suspected of deviants. "Did you find anything?" Asked Hank to Connor. Connor took a few seconds to answer. It was like he was in shock. "Connor?" You called him. "No... Nothing... Just its model." He answered absentmindedly. Hank and you exchange a worried look. Connor was strange. Lately, you noticed he had been acting differently from his program. Maybe it was his adaptability with humans that change his behavior.

Hank proposed to check the rooftop since the deviants seemed to flee that way. The cold hit you strong, it was storming outside and being on the top of one of the tallest buildings in Detroit didn't help. "Shit! It's freezing cold!" You protested holding yourself trying to not lose the heat. Hank and Connor went near a big black bag that was in the middle of the rooftop. "There's one parachute left." Hank noticed. "Everything is too calculate to have made that kind of mistake." "They must have left someone behind." Connor realized. Connor scanned the area and noticed blue blood on a corner. He analyzed it and spotted more blue blood going to the other side of the roof. You followed him to operators houses. "Stay back." He ordered you before opening the door. You obeyed him and when he opened the door you heard a gunshot and Connor falling on the floor. "Connor!" You yelled reaching him. You saw an Android getting out of the operator house limping, he was injured. You tried to take Connor from there since the Deviant took cover and started shooting at everything it moved. Connor was too heavy for you and you both fell. He rapidly covered you with his body. "No, Connor!" You protested. "Go! And take cover!" Thankfully Hank reached the two of you and took you to cover.  "We have to stop them!" Connor cried talking about the agents who were shooting at the deviant. "I can't let them destroy him!" "You stay here!" Ordered Hank with severity. But Connor didn't obey and rush to the deviant. Hank tried to catch him but he was long gone before he could. "Connor!" You called him trying to go after him .Hank hold you strongly and didn't let you get up. "Are you crazy???" He demanded you furious. You saw Connor reaching the Deviant and when you heard the shot you froze. For a moment you thought... But it was the deviant that fell dead. You and Hank ran to Connor. Connor was strange, like shocked, he didn't even look at you. "Connor, are you all right?" Asked Hank concerned. "I'm okay..." He answered absentmindedly. "Are you hurt?" You asked. "I'm okay..." He repeated. "Jesus! You scared me to death!" Protested Hank. "Why can you never do what I told you?" Connor was in somehow state of a shock. He didn't react in any of our words. His LED was blinking completely red. "I wanted to connect to his memory... When it shoot... I- I felt it die..." He finally said panting. "It was... Like... I was dying..." He looked at you, with a lost and confused expression. "I was...scared..." You cupped his face and made you look at you. "It's okay, Connor." You tried to reassure him. "It's over." To your surprise, Connor held you tight like a child who just had a nightmare. You reciprocated the embrace since you felt for a moment you lost him forever. When you broke the embrace he looked at Hank who was confused and shocked. "I found something in his memory.", He announced. "There were some letters, on a Rusty metallic support... it said, Jericho."

Hank wanted to go to the police station to make a full report of the situation but you first wanted to fix Connor, he was strange, like he wasn't there. "Are you taking him to Cyberlife?" asked Hank. The idea seemed you terrible. If you took him now to Cyberlife, who knows what they will do to him. He still looked he was in shock. He wasn't supposed to feel scared, he wasn't supposed to feel at all. "No..." You answered absentmindedly. "I- I need to check him and fix that bullet hole..." You looked lost. "Hey, Y/N" Hank stopped you holding your shoulder. "Everything is all right?" You looked at him not knowing what to tell him. "I don't know..." You answered with a broken voice. "I don't know..." You gazed the floor for a few seconds and dismissing Hank's hand on your shoulder you added: "I call you later." Hank resigned, watched you and Connor leave with a taxi.

#Detroit: Become human #Detroit: become human fanfic #Connor X Reader #DBH Connor x Reader

[ao3feed-janeausten]

Headcanons: What flowers the Austen men surprise you with and why

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3lccx2T

by Make_Me_Imagine

Pairings: Mr Darcy x Reader; Mr Bingley x Reader; Edmund Bertram x Reader; Captain Wentworth x Reader < All Gender Neutral Reader Inserts.

30 Day Writing Challenge Day 10 - 'Flowers'

Words: 726, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Pride and Prejudice (2005), Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen, Mansfield Park (1999), Persuasion (1995), Persuasion - Jane Austen, Mansfield Park - Jane Austen

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, Gen, M/M

Characters: Fitzwilliam Darcy, Mr Darcy, Mr Bingley, Charles Bingley, Edmund Bertram, Captain Wentworth, Frederick Wentworth, Reader, Y/n - Character, You

Relationships: Mr. Darcy x Reader, Fitzwilliam Darcy x Reader, Fitzwilliam Darcy/Reader, Mr. Darcy/Reader, Mr Bingley x Reader, Charles Bingley x Reader, Mr. Bingley/Reader, Charles Bingley/Reader, Edmund Bertram x Reader, Edmund Bertram/Reader, Captain Wentworth/Reader, Captain Wentworth x Reader, Frederick Wentworth x Reader, Frederick Wentworth/Reader

Additional Tags: Jane Austen - Freeform, Austen Men, headcanons, Romance, Fluff, Gender Neutral Reader Insert, Reader Insert

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Jane Austen

[breezybuckeroo-blog]

Arrogance at its finest AU (Bucky x reader) INTRO

SO, THIS IS A NEW FIC, THIS WILL JUST BE THE INTRO WHER I EXPLAIN WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING TO HAPPEN.

BASICALL.......

THIS IS PRIDE AND PREJUDICE JUST WITH DIFFERENT CHARACTERS!

AKA:

Elizabeth Bennet: Y/N

Mr Darcy: Bucky Barnes

Mr Bingley: Steve Rogers

Jane Bennet: Natasha Romanoff

Mr Collins: Vision  

Charlotte Lucas: Wanda Maximoff

Y/N's parents: Your parents names

Colonel Fitzwilliam: Tony Stark

 I THINK THAT'S ALL THE CHARACTERS, I MIGHT INCLUDE SOME MORE IN THE ACTUAL STORY. MY APOLOGIES IF I MISS ANY. HOPEFULLY PART 1 WILL BE UPLOADED TOMORROW!

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Wednesday Poll - 10/18/23

I finally watched Pride and Prejudice. Both the 1995 and 2005. Question...

#pride and prejudice #fanfiction #fanfic #pride and prejudice 2005 #pride and prejudice 1995 #mr. darcy #fitzwilliam darcy #mr. darcy x reader #mr. darcy x gn reader #mr. darcy x you #mr. darcy x y/n #fitzwilliam darcy x reader #fitzwilliam darcy x gn reader #fitzwilliam darcy x you #fitzwilliam darcy x y/n #my poll #my polls

[starryyuken]

of pride and prejudice — fitzwilliam darcy x f!reader

a/n; i have no idea what this is even, but enjoy! english isn't my first language, excuse for any errors, thank you. feel free to like/reblog, stay safe and have a great day or night! gif below isn't mine, credits to the rightful owner.

Imagine Mr. Darcy being absolutely infatuated by you and ended up making himself look absolute a fool, and the next day having to send his friend Mr. Bingley to explain the situation to you.

“I sincerely apologize for the acts my friend Fitzwilliam has caused yesterday, Miss (L/N). He’s never been like that to anyone, believe me so,”

“Mr. Darcy isn’t one for occasions that requires a lot attendances he know not of, Mr. Bingley, and I understand it, too. Yes, he was quite stressful of the thought of being left alone in the company of a women like me but goodness, thinking about how he forgot his own name couldn’t be anymore worse.”

Your lips quirked upwards. The imagery of Mr. Darcy flustered and turning pink from cheeks to ears hasn’t removed itself from your memory.

Mr. Bingley was speechless, his mouth agape and eyes wide.

“Oh! Oh dear, I hope he hasn’t made that impression to make you believe he’s like that all of the time. I…I just came to the realization that my words have no justice for him.”

#pride and prejudice #mr darcy #elizabeth bennet #mr bingley #charles bingley #fitzwilliam 'human disaster' darcy #fitzwilliam darcy #fitzwilliam darcy x reader #charles bingley x reader #imagine #y/n #x reader #x y/n #short imagine #fic writing #my fic post

[justafairytailofinnocence]

Can I have a jane austen 3 part fanfic where it's like lost in austen tv series modern chubby reader gets sent to jane austen and colonel brandon (alan rickman) and Mr darcy (Mathew McFaydenn) and the love reader at same time kind of like u did the headcon

Hello dear sorry for this long request I hope you like it 💖.

Mr Darcy X chubby reader X colonel Bradon💎

The men's bride👰

Chapter 1:

It was quite hard to imagine a woman like me trying to find a husband. I’m not really the type that’s into just any man more so I want one that’ll treat me with respect and at outmost love. I never really thought for a second that the man of my dreams would happen to be at this very annual ball. My parents organised this event for me to at least find someone acceptable. “What if I never find someone papa” I asked with worry “don’t you worry my dear y/n you will find someone” my father wraps his arm around mine. The women at this ball seemed to be very pretty and could attend any prince. I always dreamed of having a prince ask me to dance.

The ladies wore all sorts of costumes, feathers, streamers, and ribbons. They were all hoping for the same thing, a chance of finding a respectful husband. I was probably one of the most plain looking here, I wore an ordinary dress with feathers coming down my face and ribbons tied in the back of my hair. I didn’t think anyone would’ve chosen me that was until he appeared, a handsome young man with quite the attire. “Excuse sir may I dance with your daughter” The man asked my father.

“I would love to oh papa please” I pleaded as he seemed rather eager “oh very well if he is high of ranking, we shall allow you to wed this man”. “Come y/n our dance awaits” he was rather eager to get his way with y/n into her heart.

“My name milady is Fitzwilliam Darcy; you may call me Mr Darcy” he kissed her hand “oh my that sounds like a rather dashing name” y/n smiled. He couldn’t wait to see the girls outcome; he was infatuated by her appearance. She wasn’t terrible looking, and her personality was amazing. Mr Darcy looked at y/n with dreamy eyes “you have such pretty eyes y/n, may I ask something miss y/n”.

“Of course, Mr Darcy” I nodded “would you marry me”. This happened so fast it seemed too good to be true. “Yes, oh yes Mr Darcy” I smiled widely however Mr Darcy held something against the lower class.

“Very well then we shall arrange it over the next couple of days” Mr Darcy left and eventually talked to my father. The next couple of days after were quite beautiful really, never would I have thought a man would want to marry me.

Chapter 2:

I was sitting down having a cup of tea enjoying the peacefulness around me with a soon to be husband. As I was about to read, I heard a knock on the door, it seemed rather unusual to have a man around at this hour. “Goodness who might that be” I got up to reach the door, it seemed Mr Darcy didn’t tell me about his guest. “Hello sir” I smiled shyly “good evening mam” a man within his 30s greeted me. “I didn’t know Mr Darcy expected guests” the man kept staring at me “well sir I’m about to have tea feel free to sit down”.

The man came up to me and kissed my hand “the honour is mine milady”. I guided the man within the room, he was quite pleased with me. He was known to be cold and rather unromantic, however I thought otherwise. “Milady you have quite a remarkable beauty” he smiled “I’m sure you’ve got a fine husband” before y/n admitted “well I don’t yet but I will very soon”. “Right, I actually came by to ask Mr Darcy something but now I have a new request” The man grabs my hands “will you miss y/n be my bride”. I blushed he was certainly older but even then, he was handsome.

“Forgive me but I’m supposed to be marrying Mr Darcy” I looked down however he came up and gently placed his lips on mine “I understand but it’s not too late to change all you have to do is be mine”.

“I do have a higher ranking after all, I’m sure your father may approve” I stood there stunned. Suddenly that’s when Mr Darcy came in the room “y/n is everything alright, I assume you’re here to see me” the man grabbed my shoulders pulling me back.

“Indeed, however I shall take my leave farewell Mr and Mrs Darcy” Colonel Bradon took his coat and headed out the door. I watched as the man left, he was fairly odd he was seen as cold but with me he was soft.

Chapter 3:

I was wearing a gown of white, and my hair was tide up. I had no intention to become sad as this was the happiest day. Someone opened the door to my room until my eyes saw “Colonel Bradon what are you doing here” I questioned. “I had to see you y/n, I couldn’t let you go, and I beg of you don’t marry that man” Bradon knelt down grabbing my hand “you should be with someone of my ranking”.

“Mr Bradon, I chose to marry Mr Darcy I love him you see” I seemed quite surprised as to why this man broke in. “very well I won’t hold a grudge, but I must confess I’m in love with you”. He came up to my lips and gently planted his on mine, a kiss was shared between us another man’s bride and a Colonel.

“I bid you farewell soon to be Mrs Darcy” before I came up and whispered, “If Mr Darcy wasn’t here, I would have married you”. My heart pounded as he was suddenly leaving, I couldn’t stop him my heart belonged to Mr Darcy, but I ached for Colonel Bradon too. My wedding was about to begin as my father walked in “come it’s time”. I walked with him down the isle to see Mr Darcy at the end. I could see in the very distance the Colonel watching from afar as his beloved was about to marry off with some rich man.

I closed my eyes and whispered “I’m sorry” I looked towards Mr Darcy as we both shared a kiss.

A bride that fell in love with a rich man and the Colonel that fell in love with the bride.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta 💫

#jane austen #pride and predujice oneshot #mr darcy x reader #colonel bradon x reader #jane austen x reader #jane austen oneshot