“Hopefully you remember us from Caroline Lee’s engagement party. I’m William Darcy and this is my… fiancée, Lizzie Bennet. We want to know if you’d be interested in planning a wedding in San Francisco.”
Love me tender, love me true: LBD, AU. Lizzie and Darcy met in high school; and when he confessed his love for her, she rejected him. What will happen years later when they meet again at Pemberley Digital and Lizzie is dating George Wickham?
Some Days: Some days she thinks she was wrong about William Darcy.
None But You: He silently watches her approach, clenching his jaw to keep himself from saying something stupid, like how breathtakingly captivating she looks in that dress she’s wearing or that he’s still hopelessly, madly in love with her.
Easier: Lizzie and Darcy deal with the ups and downs of parenthood.
Dinner and a movie: Set after episode 31, Lizzie and Darcy spend an awkward evening alone together in Netherfield - at least, Lizzie finds it awkward, Darcy was thrilled to spend some time with her. A story about sticky toffee sauce, sexual tension, aubergines and ringtones … but mostly sticky toffee sauce. (this is basically my headcanon for what happened during the netherfield arc)
Sixth Week is the Charm: The sound of the band playing indoors comes out muffled in the dark and Lizzie breathes deeply and braces herself against the cold enjoying the present company “It’s nice” she declares, but is not referring to the view.
Part 1 - Vienna Waits for You : Here is a truth universally acknowledged: life doesn’t have fairytale endings. They don’t exist beyond the pages of books. If they did, Lizzie Bennet would have gotten her’s when she was twenty-five.
Part 2 - Let’s be Sinners to be Saints : Darcy and Lizzie get back together and its supposed to be epic. Instead, its complicated and, of course, Darcy has a plan to fix that. But sometimes there are things in life that you can’t write a check for and sometimes the problem is you. Sequel to “Vienna Waits for You.”
A little Pride & Prejudice/Lizzie Bennet Diaries au I spun as an extra Secret Santa gift for @barefootlizz! It’s been a blast, love!
Molly barely heard the click on the other side of the phone as Mary hung up. Her entire mind blanked and her mobile slipped from her fingers, dropping unceremoniously onto the floor with a thud. The entire conversation ran through her mind.
‘We’re engaged!’ Mary’s shriek of delight had Molly cringing and holding the phone away from her ear. ‘He came by this morning and told me everything! How he’d liked me from the start, but thought I wasn’t as interested as he was and so he broke up with me, at the suggestion of Sherlock. Oh, but get this!’
Molly raised her eyebrows at Mary’s bellow. ‘Sherlock was the one to convince him to apologize! And propose!’
Molly’s heart skipped a beat, then fell somewhere near her butterfly-filled stomach. ‘He what?’
Not hearing Molly’s flabbergasted whisper, Mary continued on excitedly. ‘Obviously, you’ll be my Maid of Honor! And I know it will be awkward with Sherlock being John’s Best Man, knowing how much you hate him, but I wouldn’t have anyone else!’
‘What? Mary, that’s not-’
‘Oh, someone else is calling. Hold on… Oh! It’s John! Molly, I have to go! But I’ll call back soon and we’ll set up a time to go dress shopping! Love ya, bye!’
Molly tried to take a deep breath, her thoughts running a hundred miles an hour. But then a firm, decisive rap on the door brought them to a screeching halt.
She knew that knock.
She knew that voice.
‘Molly Hooper, for goodness’ sake, I know you’re in there. Now, open the door.’
Taking a deep breath, she stood and walked to the door of her flat, hesitating only a moment before swinging the door open.
‘Hello, Mr Holmes.’ She greeted the man she loved with a nod and a tight smile, suddenly very aware of her state of dress: pyjama bottoms and a large t-shirt with her hair piled high in a messy bun and her large-frame glasses perched on her nose. Sherlock stared down at her with an unreadable expression, his curls hanging over his eyes and his hands clasped behind his back. ‘Come in.’
He followed her inside and she shut the door behind them.
They stood silently, in the middle of her lounge, sneaking glances at the other until Molly finally broke the silence. ‘Mary called.’
Sherlock blinked and his ears turned pink. ‘I am aware.’
Molly clasped her hands in front of her and looked down. ‘She told me what you did. How you convinced John to apologize.’
‘As I was the one to blame for his initial mistake, I took it upon myself to rectify my error.’
His tone was indifferent, but he took a step closer and Molly looked up at him. His usual cold expression was in place, but there was something about his eyes that made Molly’s heart jump into her throat.
‘That was very good of you.’
‘Molly,’ he said softly. ‘Surely you know… I did it for you.’
Her eyes widened. He swallowed and averted his eyes.
‘If you are still of the mind that I am the last man on earth you should ever fall in love with, please tell me immediately and I will leave.’
Hearing her own words spoken so softly tinged with such a sad hopefulness, Molly’s heart broke.
Sherlock cleared his throat nervously and he kept his tone casual as he said, ‘My feelings for you have not changed, however, so if you feel differently now-’
Sherlock barely had any time to register her blurted words before she grabbed him by the lapels of his coat and hauled him down into a kiss. His arms windmilled and he blinked in surprise, but then immediately melted into her and wrapped his arms around her.
Breathless and dazed, they broke apart. Sherlock leaned his forehead against hers and closed his eyes. ‘Well, that went better than I’d hoped.’
Laughing softly, Molly playfully punched him in the stomach. ‘You’re the Great Detective, surely you knew how I felt.’
‘Ah, but as I have often been told by John and by yourself, not to mention countless others, I do not always have a winning approach. This could have been very Not Good.’ He chuckled ruefully.
Slipping her arms around his neck, Molly tilted her head. ‘Well, it wasn’t. I would go so far as to say it was Exceptionally Perfect.’
Sherlock eyes glazed over and a pondering frown creased his brow.
‘Oh, don’t you dare start in on my exaggerating,’ Molly teased and rolled her eyes fondly. She pecked his lips once more and pulled away. ‘Come on, you’re taking me to dinner and we can talk about where we go from here.’
‘We have to go to dinner to do that?’ Sherlock asked in confusion while Molly pulled on her coat and grabbed her bag.
Reaching out, she laced her fingers with his and tugged him out the door. ‘Of course. That’s what couples do.’
‘We’re a couple? Just like that?’
Molly looked up at him and felt her heart skip a beat at the pleased smile on his face. ‘Yep. Just like that.’
The video starts with Kurt sitting next to a boy with blonde hair and big lips.
“Hello again!” Kurt gives the camera a wave, “I’m Kurt Hummel; most of you hopefully tuned into my last video where I did a mini introduction. Today, we have a special guest…I guess you could call him that. My little brother, Sam!”
The blonde waves. “Hey, hey, hey,” he turns back to Kurt and grins, “That was my Matthew McConaughey impression.”
Kurt shakes his head once and says quietly, “No.”
The title card cues up.
“So, this is Sam. I had a lot of comments asking to meet the others in the Hummel family…which is a little creepy, I guess but curiosity killed the cat, etc. Anyway, here he is in the flesh.”
At that, Sam lifts up his shirt and shows off his abs. “A lot of flesh.”
(a winky smiley face pops up, courtesy of one video editor)
“So Sam, why don’t you tell our viewers a little bit about yourself?” Kurt asks, smile strained.
“Hey,” Sam waves, “My name is Sam. Um, I don’t like green eggs and ham. I do like video games and doing impressions and hanging out with my awesome older brother, Kurt. I go to school but I have some trouble because of my dyslexia but I’m working on it.”
He winks at the camera. Kurt’s strained smile goes strainer.
“And there we have it! So, now, Sam I’m sure you need to run along-”
“Don’t you need like a sidekick? I can do witty impressions and stuff. Dude! We should have like a costume thing where I dress up as people and-”
“As per the request of my best friend-slash-editor, I, Kurt Hummel, hereby promise to never air any video without her prior say so, specifically if it involves said editor’s personal life,” he pauses, “Mainly, I think she’s just upset because of all the comments-”
The video cuts; it focuses back on Kurt, looking unamused.
“Fine, Mercedes, I’m sorry that showed the entire internet the video of you flirting with my little brother. I won’t do it again. Maybe. Anyway, speaking of romantic entanglements in the Hummel household, I have some news,” Kurt beams, claps his hands together and says, “My dad met someone!”
“Her name is Carole Hudson; she’s the mom of Finn Hudson, some guy Quinn dated back in high school.”
Caption pops up: and some guy you had a crush on, back in high school :P
“She brought her car to my dad’s garage and apparently she was wearing denim not of the jeans variety and they flirted? All I really know is my dad has a date tonight and I promised I would make him look spectacular. I’m so excited for him! At least someone in this family is finding love. Not that Quinn isn’t trying.”
He glances behind his shoulder to make sure the door is closed, then leans in.
“This really cute doctor guy bought the mansion a couple blocks over and he and Quinn met at the grocery store the other day. She hasn’t been able to stop talking about him since.”
“Your investment in your family’s love life is a little creepy, Kurt,” Mercedes says off camera.
“I think the word you wanted was endearing. Anyway! I have to go help my dad get ready. Fingers crossed for a good date night!”
He does as he says, fingers crossed tightly and then salutes the camera.
The video starts with Kurt looking wide-eyed and excited into the camera
“Hi everyone!” Kurt says, waving, “So, unfortunately Mercedes isn’t here with us today because of family obligations. Fortunately, this means she won’t be editing this video so I can add this nice little tidbit I found when I was going through last week’s.”
The title card cues up
Sam is sitting in front of the camera, without Kurt, tapping out some beat on his legs.
“Is he coming back or…?”
“He went to help Quinn with something,” comes Mercedes’ voice from behind the camera, “You could go see what it was and offer your services.”
“Yeah, because I’m so great with clothes and stuff,” Sam says, then he grins, “Why don’t you come keep me company while we wait?”
After a moment, Mercedes slides into view, taking Kurt’s usual seat.
“You look really nice today,” Sam says, “I don’t know if I told you.”
She smiles and rolls her eyes. “You did. When you answered the door earlier.”
“Ah. Well. You do.”
“Well, thank you. I’m loving your Bieber cut today,” she teases and then brushes some of the fringe off his forehead.
“Hey,” he reaches up to brush her hand away, “This took effort, you know.”
But he stops, glancing down at their suddenly intertwined hands and then at her; she’s looking right back.
“I’m coming!” Kurt shouts from off screen, “Sam better still be there, we have a video to finish.”
Mercedes quickly ducks back behind the camera. It cuts back to Kurt, practically bouncing in his seat
“Look, I know Sam has kind of a reputation but I think a solid relationship would be good for him. Especially one with Mercedes, my best friend since we were embryos. I can’t help but want happiness for both of them,” he pauses, then smiles, “And weren’t they so cute! Mercedes could be my sister-in-law one day!”
He stops, clears his throat.
“I’m probably getting ahead of myself. They might not even…but I mean their chemistry there is,” he bites his lip and looks at the camera, “What do you guys think? We have this comment section for a reason. Although maybe not to meddle in the potential love life of my best friend and little brother. I need reevaluate this video. This is Kurt over and out!”
He reaches up to turn off the camera, shaking his head, “That was the worst sign off ever.”