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Love and Law

A/N: So got the inspiration for this by watching Bridget Jones’s Baby (as you do) mainly from Mark Darcy being a lawyer. Bit of angst but I might make a part two to this 🤔 (also Rachael is a name I randomly chose 😅) Let me know if you guys want one! Hope you all enjoy!

Warnings: Swearing, angst, PAIN (and probably so many typos, it’s late and I’m tired).


You sat in court with your head held high as you always did, being stuck on this high profile case meant endless amount of hours stuck in the office. You were barely home, only spending enough time to change and shower and squeeze in a few hours to sleep, you constantly worried about Sherlock burning down the house without your supervision. Luckily, John texted you updates.

You turned to your client, Mrs Jenkins, and the other lawyer assisting yourself, none other than a Mr Mark Darcy. Mark leaned over and whispered in your ear “He’s going to try and go for sixty percent.”

“He can’t do that…” You whispered back before the judge granted a day recess. You left with Mark and Mrs Jenkins, being greeted by a hoard of reporters and camera crews. Pushing passed them all you made your way to a car with the other two.

“I regret the day I married that man,” Mrs Jenkins huffed out and you sent a sideward glance to mark as Mrs Jenkins continued to ramble.

The car dropped you off outside Baker Street and you grabbed onto a stack of paperwork that you had to go through whilst Mark went through another pile “I’ll see you both on Friday, I’ll phone you both later or you can phone me.” You struggled to wave them off and struggled again getting in the door.

You huffed your way up the stairs and barged into the living room before placing the paperwork down on the table with a thud.

“Oh hello,” Sherlock greeted with a small smile “Tough day?” He asked seeing you clearly exasperated.

“You have no idea…Mr Jenkins is a pain in the arse,” you walked though to the kitchen “Where’s John?” You asked, noticing the absence of the blonde haired doctor.

“Right here!” He greeted you “Ohh,” he narrowed his brow “Tough day?”

You let out a snort of laughter under your breath “That noticeable? And yes it was…like every other day.”

“I guarantee you this case is going to last for a year and two months,” Sherlock smirked and placed down the blowtorch he had in his hand.

You shook your head and pointed at him accusingly “Don’t even joke about that.”

“I wasn’t joking,” he told you with a deadly serious expression, one which you rolled your eyes at and let out a sigh.

“I’m going for a shower,” you told the two and jumped into the bathroom. You turned on the water and let the warm liquid cascade over your skin, letting your aching feet soak in the water to ease the pain. Being one of Britain’s finest lawyers did take its toll. As you emerged from the steaming bathroom you heard a new voice in the flat, one that always could make your heart skip a beat.

“She said yes!” The voice said and you blinked as your once excited eyes glazed over with confusion.

“Said yes to what? Who?” You peered around the corner and held tightly on to your dressing gown. You couldn’t help but smile when you saw Greg and Sherlock noticed this…every single time.

“Rachael,” he said full of enthusiasm that seemed a bit too fake “I asked her to marry me and she said yes.”

His smile was laced with sombreness, but you didn’t notice, you were being engulfed by pain and heartbreak.

“Oh,” you managed to croak out “Well congratulations!” Your eyes filled with tears while your smile showed no sadness. You gave him a quick hug and pulled away a little shakily, your legs were sure to give way any moment now.

Your phone rang and your eyes lightly closed, that ring was either a curse or a gift at this moment in time…you suspected the latter. It would give you an opportunity to walk away from the man who crushed your heart with his bare hands. He had no idea he was doing it either.

“Sorry, I have to get that.” You walked over the table and picked up the phone “Hi Mark,”

You subconsciously smiled saying his name and Greg’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly “Yes I’ve got the case file, give me a moment…” You trailed off and walked to your room. The three men in the flat listened as your voice grew quieter before it was gone entirely.

“I should pop up and tell Mrs Hudson,” Greg sent the duo a thin lipped smile and John walked up with him, leaving Sherlock in the kitchen.

Sherlock gingery made his way to your room and pressed his ear to the door, you had finished your phone call. He let himself in and you jumped hearing the door lightly shut. Quickly wiping away your tears you turned to Sherlock with a smile “I’m just happy for him,” you told the consulting detective.

“No you’re not…” He softly spoke and sat on the edge in your bed beside you “It’s not too late-”

You cut him off with a dry laugh “Oh for Christ sake Sherlock he’s marrying her! Course it’s too late!”

He opened his mouth to speak again but your phone rang again with the name ‘Mrs Jenkins’ flashing across it. “I have to take this,” you told him and he left without saying anything else.

Six months later

“You were probably right about this case lasting for a year and two months…” You sighed out and placed your head in your hands.

Sherlock raised a brow “What do you mean ‘probably’? I’m always right,” Sherlock smirked and you rolled your eyes as you sat with him with a cup of tea in your hand as you went over more paperwork. Sherlock cleared his throat and motioned for you to look behind your shoulder.

“Oh!” Your eyes widened with surprise “Mark! What are you doing here?” You asked standing up and motioning him to come though to the kitchen.

“Sorry to intrude, the woman, Mrs Hudson I believe, told me to just come up. I have something I think you should see, it couldn’t wait.”

You nodded and turned to Sherlock who was looking at the two of you intently, he was staring at Mark a little too much “Uh Sherlock this is Mark Darcy, Mark this is Sherlock Holmes” you introduced the two.

“Ah Mr Holmes, pleasure to finally meet you,” Mark extended his hand and Sherlock lightly shook it.

“Divorced,” he muttered out.

“Stop it,” you warned.

Mark raised a brow “What?”

“Nothing!” You smiled “What was it you wanted to show me?” Mark pulled out some paperwork showing Mr Jenkins suspicious bank transitions to overseas accounts. He was shifting his money.

You and Mark were so engrossed in conversation you didn’t even notice another presence behind you until the person lightly coughed “Greg…hey,” you smiled, a little broken, you were still recovering from the news he broke six months ago.

“Eh hi,” he looked at Mark a little wary “I just came to give you this and one for John too.” Greg handed you and Sherlock an envelope, you opened it and your heart and stomach sank seeing the wedding invite inside it.

“Thanks,” you tried to make your smile seem genuine before glancing to mark who seemed slightly out of place “Oh god where are my manners?! Greg this is Mark Darcy, he’s the lawyer working alongside me for Mrs Jenkins case. Mark this is Greg Lestrade, he’s a detective inspector at Scotland Yard.” You tossed down the envelope on the table and Sherlock raised both brows at your actions as the two other men shook hands, their grip a little too tight as if they were subconsciously fighting for dominance in front of you.

“Nice to meet you,” Mark grinned “Sorry but I have to go, see you tomorrow Y/N.” Mark kissed you on the cheek goodbye, something he never did, a wave of confusion took over your face whilst a look of anger dominated Greg’s.

“How’s the wedding planning going?” You asked Greg, pretending to actually care.

“Eh it’s alright yeah,” he muttered out and scratched the back of his head.

Sherlock finally spoke up “If there’s anything I’ve learned from Y/N’s case it’s that there is nothing in love, just money nowadays…” You turned to him and looked at him if he was growing a second head.

Greg growled under his breath “Yeah well thanks for those insightful words, Sherlock.” Greg’s sarcastic tone made you snigger and he felt a flutter in his chest knowing he was the one that just made you smile. “Anyway I have to go, see you both later.”

The DI left and you skimmed your eyes over the date of the wedding…it was seven months from now. You let out a sigh and Sherlock pursed his lips “It’s not too late you know.”

Your eyes flickered up to Sherlock before they returned to your work “Yes it is.”

Seven months later

“I could use this case as an excuse,” you told Sherlock as you paced about your room “It would be believable!”

“Y/N…” he warned “You’ve agreed to go. He’ll be disappointed if he doesn’t see you there.”

Disappointed? Sherlock I am fucking devastated!” You raised your voice and tried to hold back the tears and not ruin your makeup. Sherlock looked to the floor as you continued to unleash the feelings that had been harbouring inside you. From the heartbreak Greg had instilled in you to the stress of the case, Sherlock let you toss it all at him because you needed an output and you were always there for him. It was time he did the same. “Sherlock, I love him! There are you happy?! I said it! I love Greg and I’m supposed to go to his wedding and watch him with another woman as they commit themselves to each other for the rest of their lives?! Yeah! Fuck that!” You plopped yourself down on the bed and let out a long sigh, feeling a sense of relief telling the consulting detective all that.

“I understand,” Sherlock whispered out and kneeled down in front of you “But he’s your best friend and he needs your support. Don’t give up on your friend, you haven’t gave up on me or John yet have you? Be the bigger person, Y/N.” You blinked and softened your eyes hearing Sherlock’s words. Never did you think he’d be so sensitive.

Letting out a defeated sigh you told him “Only if you sit up at the back with me, I don’t want to be near the front.”

“I can’t see a thing,” Sherlock complained as he craned his neck up.

“Good,” you huffed out “I hate weddings.”

Sherlock rolled his eyes “No you don’t, you just hate this one.”

He was right. You looked to the front and saw Greg looking as handsome as ever. A pang of pain spread though your chest “I don’t want to be here,” tears began to well in your eyes “I’ll be crying,” you admitted “But not tears of happiness.”

“I know,” Sherlock crooned just before the wedding march began to play. You shut your eyes and opened them again widely when Sherlock grabbed your hand “I’m here for you.”

“Thank you,” you softly whispered as a tear steamed down your face. You both stood at the same time as Rachael, the bride, walked in with a huge smile on her face.

You gulped and shut your eyes again, hoping to wake up and realising that this was a horrible, warped dream. But it wasn’t.

Sherlock leaned over and whispered in your ear “You look more beautiful,” he pressed a comforting, chaste kiss to your temple.

“I can’t do this,” you lightly blubbered out “It feels like I’m having a heart attack Sherlock. The pain…it’s too much.“

“It’s not too late-”

“Stop saying that,” you whispered snappishly. Of course it was too late. Everyone sat down when Rachael reached the front. John and Mary glanced around and sent you and Sherlock a concerned glance, one which Sherlock waved off nonchalantly to the pair sitting at the front.

As the person officiating the ceremony started talking you gripped into Sherlock’s hand tighter and he let you, especially when you had to physically bite your tongue when the officiator asked if anyone thought that Greg and Rachael shouldn’t be wed, that they should speak up or forever hold their peace.

You let out a deep sigh as Rachael said ‘I do’ to Greg. Your heart broke a bit more when she waited for him to say the same words.

That’s when you couldn’t take it anymore.

“I have to go-” you quickly rushed your words to Sherlock and let go of his hand, his eyes went wide and he felt his stomach sink hearing your heels clack quickly as you ran out the church.

“I-” Greg cut himself off hearing the noise and everyone turned to see you rushed out the door. As soon as you did the tears flowed freely and the sobs escaped your throat loudly. You got as far away as you could from the place and got into your car.

When you did your phone rang, you assumed it was Sherlock but it was Mark.

“Yeah?” Your voice broke a little.

“Y/N? You alright?” He asked, concerned.

“Yeah I’m fine,” you lied and wiped away the tears from your cheeks “What’s wrong?”

“The Jenkins case, they’ve moved the verdict to today.”

“Shit, today of all fucking days…” you muttered under your breath “Where are you?”

“On the way to the court with Mrs Jenkins. Where are you?” He asked.

You started your car and inhaled a gulp of air, trying to calm yourself down “I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

Back in the church people started whispering to one another about your outburst, Sherlock was frantically texting you. The officiator cleared his throat, capturing everyone’s attention again and the church filled with silence “Well Greg, do you take this woman to be your lawful wedded wife?”

‘Law…’ Greg thought to himself and glanced up to the door where he just saw you run out.

He gulped and turned to Rachael.


Oooohhhh cliffhanger! Part 2?? Let me knowwwwwww 😉

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gilalyallen  asked:

Hi! The Austen-inspired tabletop is a thing called Marrying Mr. Darcy. Enjoy!

Okay, this is going to sound a lot harsher than I intend, but no.  It’s not.

I’ve played Marrying Mr. Darcy.  I own Marrying Mr. Darcy (with the Undead Expansion Pack).  I’ve been aware of it ever since it was on Kickstarter… what… 5 years ago? And I really enjoy it.

But it’s not a roleplaying game.

(For the record, neither is Polite Society, @cardsagainsttheregency​ (which I started), Pride and Prejudice the Game, The Jane Game, or any of the other “suggestions” I’ve been given since making that Jane Austen riff on D&D mechanics.)

The only thing that’s an actual roleplaying game would be The Regency Life, but I’m not into play-by-post RPGs.  I’m mainly making this post in the hopes that folks will stop messaging me about the above-mentioned games.

Also, while I’m in full-on grumpy Mr. Palmer mode, I’m going to point out that this is a pretty regular thing I notice, that somebody says “Hey, wouldn’t it be awesome if there was a roleplaying game like <insert franchise/desired mechanic>!”

Which people immediate follow-up with “Hey, you should check out <something that isn’t a roleplaying game and fundamentally fails at weaving cooperative narrative in a social environment.>”

So, for the sake of future clarity, when I reblog something about wanting a particular type/kind/or function of a roleplaying game, this is what I don’t want:

  • board games
  • card games
  • video games
  • movie suggestions
  • book suggestions
  • to be told to write a book?!?!?! (that happened it was weird)

This is what I want:

  • Hard-bound book with luscious illustrations and a ruleset designed for cooperative storytelling as well as suggestions on how to create thematically-consistent challenges for the players to overcome
  • D&D 3.x / OGL-compliant sourcebook 
  • Sarcastic reply about how I should just use GURPS
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