When dreamy international superstar William Darcy finally finds his ultimate screen partner, the Internet pounces on the news. How much of their high profile interactions is convenient PR, and how much of it is real? And behind all the rumors, reports, and shipper lore, do the actors themselves ship it too? A completely re-imagined modern AU.
02 Feb 2022
"But we’re too good, Darcy, and I like to keep the good things I find. So let’s just…pick it up. We’ll keep in contact, and whenever we’re in the same city, we’ll find our way back to each other, like nothing has passed.”
“Elizabeth, we don’t know when we’ll see each other again,” he says, with a strange edge to his voice. Mournful, hopeful, warning, wanting. But the look in his eyes tells her that she has him.
“And I’m telling you to live your life, and I’ll live mine, and neither of us owes the other anything. Just when we can, you’ll look for me.” It makes sense, more than anything, and she likes the thought of still belonging to herself.
Eyes fixed on hers, Darcy lifts her hands slowly to his lips, laying light kisses upon them. “Okay. We’ll pick it up.”
The one where they're both always travelling, and it seems like the prudent thing to keep their relationship as something that only happens when they're both in the same place. And that's enough for them— until it isn't.
Fandoms: Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice & Related Fandoms, Pride and Prejudice (2005)
24 Dec 2020
To her chagrin, Darcy wastes no time to come back with: “You think I’m hot?”
The car feels suddenly claustrophobic. “You’re infuriating, is what I think.”
“For the record,” he adds with an edge she can’t quite decipher, “I think you’re very attractive as well.”
The first time you have sex with a man you're supposed to hate, you could probably call it an accident. After the second, you might still argue that it's not something you plan to make a habit of. But Lizzie's running out of excuses, at this point.
And sure. Maybe she's okay with that. She's not great at relationships anyway, and this means nothing, right?
Years. Broken into months into weeks into days—into hours, minutes, seconds—into moments. Simple at one end, complex at the other. In Draco’s experience, moments, even when simple, had a habit of becoming irretrievable. Moments grew, stretched, multiplied into ages and eras that defined whole stretches of measurable time. Draco regretted several moments in his life, some within his control, some without: all of them irretrievable in nature. At a certain point, wedged between ‘what-ifs’ of his own devising, he’d stopped trying to keep track of those regrettable moments: now and then, pushing and pulling, coming and going, beginning and end. Moments were only moments for just as long. After that, he had no control.
[In which Draco is forced to work with Hermione, falls in love, makes many mistakes, and eventually becomes his own man. A Draco POV prequel to Wait and Hope.]
- Part 2 of The World of Wait and Hope
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08 Jan 2022
“Harry,” Hermione began, voice very controlled, but she could feel the blade of panic slicing at her vocal cords. “Why was Draco Malfoy just screaming bloody murder about his,” and the word almost strangled her as she said it, “wife?”
Harry's green eyes blew wide. Healer Lucas pinched the bridge of her nose, clearly displeased with the recent series of events.
“He was referring to you, my dear,” she said. “That was the other question you got wrong. Your name is Hermione Jean Granger-Malfoy.”
Hermione had to be sedated again.
[In which Hermione loses the last six year's worth of her memories, including the entirety of her relationship and marriage to Draco.]
- Part 1 of The World of Wait and Hope
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07 Jan 2022