Summary: It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife. You are certain, however, that Mr. Miranda has no such intentions.
You had the great displeasure of meeting one Lin-Manuel Miranda at a party, of all places.
It wasn’t love at first sight. It was hardly even love at all. He was cold, biting, and you disliked him instantly, despite the warnings of your dear sister about character, about the way a man grows cold from loneliness. Mr. Miranda felt no contempt at his pride, and he made you all too eager to revel in your prejudice. Judgement is an easy thing to pass, after all, and theres something to said about the assuredness of a hatred well founded.
You might, had you known of all that would transpire, had stayed home that night, read a book by the fire in the dying light, made an attempt to deny the inevitable misfortune that was becoming an acquaintance of Mr. Miranda. Luck, however, was not your lady. Prejudice was your downfall, but fate was a twisted mistress, and so you went. Secure in the notion of a night of fun, of bright lights and a little bit of laughter.
It began with a dance.
Or, perhaps, the lack of one.
“Have you heard?”
“I’m sorry?” you spoke, words muffled from behind the pages of your novel, “Have I heard what?”
“Someone has bought Netherfield!”
You looked up at that, peering up at your sister from between the pages of your book, curious.
“Are you certain?”
“Oh, yes,” Lydia said, giggling behind her hand, “Mother is all in a tizzy about it. Says he’s well endowed!”
“In what way?” Mary mocked, voice low and teasing.
“Mary!” Kitty spoke, scandalized.
The continued this way for a while, bickering good-naturedly as the sky grew dark, twilight settling easily upon Hertfordshire.
With the house returned to its usual chaos, you buried yourself again in your book, lost between the pages of Jane Eyre as your sisters squabbled.
All was well.
“You look beautiful,” Jasmine spoke, eyes brimming as she pinned your hair.
“Not as beautiful as you.”
The words were quiet, hushed in the confines of your bedroom, and you embraced her, holding her close, illuminated by the steady flicker of candlelight.
“You’ll have everyone begging for a dance, my dear sister, just you wait.”
“I think you are confusing the two of us again,” you giggled, brushing your hands down your skirt, smoothing imaginary wrinkles as Jasmine pinned the last strand of hair in place.
The house was perfectly still, silent for just a moment, and you reveled in it, the steady warmth brimming in your chest at the night, still young, and so full of possibility. Your sister stood beside you, humming as she laced your dress, and you suppose you could feel it there, the steady thrum just under your skin, heart knocking against your ribcage, the knowledge that perhaps something was changing.
“Girls! We must hurry! All the men will have found wives by the time we arrive!”
You rolled your eyes. At least some things will always stay the same.
Parties were a grand occasion in a town as small as Hertfordshire, and well regarded, for the prospect of meeting someone important was almost certain, though you do suppose you had met very little people in your life who you would consider to be truly important. Parties were simply an opportunity, a moment of fun in a too small town, and you held them with high esteem.
“Come dance with me,” Renee spoke loudly, shouting to be heard over the chatter of the ballroom.
“That would be improper, Ms. Goldsberry,” you teased, finger waggling.
She moved to speak, but before she could, the doors were thrown open, and in their place stood three people, gentlemen and woman of high stature. They held an air of confidence about them, one of young men and women most assured in their standing, and there was no need to speculate as to whom the new arrivals may be.
“The one in the middle is Mr. Ramos. He’s the one who’s bought the estate. The woman on his left, Caroline, is his sister.”
“And the man on his right?” you said, bodies pressed close as you spoke, voices hushed in the newfound silence of the ballroom.
“Mr. Miranda. A friend of his, I’ve heard.”
And so it began.
“Would you care to dance, Mr. Miranda?”
Your eyes glanced out into the ballroom, and you caught a glimpse of your sister, dress whirling about her ankles as she danced, hand in hand with Mr. Ramos.
The quick nature of which your distaste settled over you was shocking, and you bit your tongue, too proud in your good standing to be crass.
“Do have a pleasant evening then, Mr. Miranda.”
You did not stop to ponder whether or not such a statement could be possible, alone in the corner, at a ball in which he chose not to dance. Instead, you merely slipped away, back to the ballroom, too eager to partake in the excitement. And so you danced, and you laughed, and you danced some more, remarking on what a what a wonderful thing it is, to have nothing to do, and everyone to share it with. Mr. Miranda, looming in the corner, should never know the delight in such a fine pursuit as happiness for the sake of happiness.
The saddest part is, perhaps you were right.
“I’ve never seen so many pretty girls in my life!”
“You’re dancing with the only tolerable girl in the room,” Mr. Miranda spoke evenly, eager to dismiss the matter.
“I must profess, the eldest Ms. Bennet is the most beautiful creature my eyes have ever beheld,” Mr. Ramos spoke, looking besotted, “But her sister is very agreeable, no?”
“She alright, I suppose. Not handsome enough to tempt me.”
Imagine Mr. Darcy sees you dancing with someone at a ball and gets jealous, so when he can get you away from your partner, he explains why he’s acting the way he is and confesses that he is choosing you over Elizabeth.
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Smiling, you take your curtsy as your dancing partner bows. You had danced the last two dances with the young gentleman before you and so far he seemed entertaining enough to keep your spirits up at this ball, despite how you could feel Mr. Darcy’s sour glare on the back of your neck. Mr. Darcy was particularly cold tonight, ever since you’d decided that dancing with other gentlemen was a better use of your time than worrying over him when he had so clearly directed his affections to Ms. Elizabeth Bennet at the previous ball you’d went to. After all, the season was almost over.
You had refused to dance a third with the gentleman who had danced twice with you already, confessing that you needed a break. After all, the ball was in mid-swing and your father had no intentions of leaving any time soon. Retreating into another room of the host’s manor, you’re glad to find it relatively empty.
A deep, polite addressing of your name has you turning quickly, shocked to find it had been Mr. Darcy to follow you from the main ballroom, bowing quickly, “Might I have a word?”
“Mister Darcy,” you greet with a mild curtsy, “Is something the matter? I had not expected your company.” He looks taken aback for a moment, but you can’t be entirely sure with how well he hides his emotions.
Bluntly, he replies, “I assure you it is not I who am guilty of avoidance.”
“Avoidance?” you can’t hold back your scoff, as slight as it is. Finding yourself grateful that the next dance has started, leading the majority of the room’s inhabitants to the main ballroom, you keep your voice low as you reply, “I do not think a gentleman with an understanding should notice the avoidance of other ladies.”
“Understanding? To who?” Mr. Darcy’s frown etches deeper as he watches your eyes flick through the doorway and into the ballroom, catching sight of Elizabeth Bennet. He follows your stare, letting out his own scoff as he snaps, “Miss Bennet? There is no understanding between us. I could not fathom it. Quit this silliness.” Before you can respond, Mr. Darcy straightens himself, looking away from Ms. Bennet and back to you, “Now, if you have no engagements with other gentlemen, I would speak for the next dance.”
You shoot back with a smirk, “If you have no other engagements with other ladies, I accept.”
You catch a flash of a smile from Mr. Darcy before he retreats back into the ballroom.
I have just seen that Chloe Bennet has published an opinion
about Ward in social media and it has been quite controversial.
Ms. Bennet has the right to publish her opinion.
And I have the right to publish that I think her opinion is BS
and she has no freaking idea of what a nazi is, about Marvel or about the
characters or plots of the show she works in. Or she has and she merely says
whatever she thinks her bosses are going to like.
I’m not even a SkyWard
shipper, I never liked Skye very much because she is a total Mary sue
and at first she was an irresponsible and entitled little girl and then a blind follower. I don’t
follow celebrities either, what they do in their private life is their business and I don’t have a right to intrude.
But when she talks about the show, and about a character she doesn’t play, she has not more
authority that I or any other watcher have. I know that Ward is a white straight man and that for swj like Ms. Bennet that is the worst crime a person can commit, but come on, watch the show. And given that:
- what I have seen in my
screen is that Ward had a horrible life and was brainwashed and conditioned (just like the Black Widow) and none gave him, not a second chance,
but even a first; that he was conditioned and brainwashed by Garret and Shield; that he tried to
minimize casualties every freaking time both before and after the uprising; that he never killed nor damaged
civilians (unlike the Black Widow); that he never had anything to do with Hydra ideology because his only objective for Hydra was to save the life of the guy who was his father in all but name
- what I have seen in my
screen is that Aos is suppossed to be a spy show where people lie and kill because it is their
- what I have seen in my
screen is that all “good” characters in
that horrible show that is Aos (May, Coulson, Morse, Hunter, Skye) have done
way worse that Ward (oh, things like killing non enemy soldiers, killing a
brainwashed kid who had been kidnapped in their watch, experimenting in humans,
persecuting, locking and killing powered people, stealing from a church that
needed the money, abandoning their own people, torturing prisoners)
- what I have seen in my
screen is that Skye herself killed a brainwashed kid because she was ordered
to, that she lamented not having killed her real father, that she shot an
unarmed ally who was helping her
My opinion is that, if Ms.
Bennet really thinks that Ward was a nazi and the only murderer in the show,
then Ms. Bennet is either shallow, blind, opportunistic, hipocryte or she is so fanatic in
her sjw opinions that she lacks all human compassion for anyone who doesn’t
belong to one of her “minority” groups.
I hope she is happy
with the praise she is getting from the Ward haters. Of course it is very
probable that she doesn’t give a darn about what I think, and it is her right.
Just like it is my right to don’t give a darn about what she says.
And don’t lose your time
telling me how wrong I am. I have freedom of though and speech and I use them.
Just like Ms. Bennet.
First Impressions - Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader (Chapter V: FINALE)
Summary: Your homecoming is wonderful, but Jasmine still hasn’t gotten over her own heartbreak. An unlikely hero helps along both her happiness, and yours. Mr. Miranda is the perfect gentleman and the love of your life. Happy endings become possible.
Word Count: 3,496 (the longest piece I’ve ever posted!)
A/N: We have finally reached the end of this series, and I wanted to post this on the day of Lin’s birthday to celebrate happy endings and contentment! Happy birthday, Lin. This is for you, and every single person who has supported this deliciously crazy idea.
The rest of
your trip in London was fading into a blur, and fast. Each day was bleeding
into the next and the hours you spent simply thinking about that same dark pair
of eyes that had pierced you from the very start. To think that this
misunderstanding was entirely due to your own prejudice and refusal to believe
a good thing about the man made your thoughts whirl down a spiral of shame.
Jasmine had been right. There is good in everybody.
But if she had her say, it was a rather glamorous fifty-five. The gray in her hair (put their chiefly by the Doctor) added a bit of character and gave her something to show for the years she’d raised her family. And now that Henry was away at uni (Henry was at uni!), she could finally enact her plans for the newly-empty nest. Step one: repaint the living room to cover the remains of Henry’s crayon drawings and the hospital-white color with a warm, sunny glow.
She set the cans of paint down in the corner of the room, bare after the Doctor had kindly moved most of the furniture out to other rooms. “Just set the ladder in the corner, love,” she said. “And remember, no running off and ‘fixing’ chairs this time. It was difficult enough to put it back the way it was.”
sortings for The Lizzie Bennet Diaries (a youtube adaption of the Austen classic)
Note: in the way we like to play this sorting game, “primaries” are WHY you do things and “secondaries” are HOW. See links for further detail.
Lizzie Bennet values her sisters more than anything. She is not just confused but sometimes horrified when others don’t intuitively perform or understand that. The way Darcy eventually wins her over is by doing kindnesses and reparations for her sisters (without any clear aim to gain praise or recognition), and by letting Lizzie see him interact fondly with his own sister.
Lizzie’s drive is based around her own aspirations and the people she loves; she’s a Slytherin Primary, with a loud Gryffindor Secondary. Most adaptions of Elizabeth Bennet seem to make her this Slytherin/Gryffindor – she is one in the original source material, and those themes of healthy selfishness, close personal dedication to her loved ones, and forthright manner have carried over.
As a Gryffindor secondary, Lizzie can’t keep thoughts to herself, and she can’t be anything but herself. Where Darcy stumbles into social interactions overburdened with scripts and plans, Lizzie barrels through them and often gets herself in trouble with the way she instinctively, honestly, and thoughtlessly reacts to what she encounters. She drives herself almost completely on intuition and assumption. It screws her up sometimes, but that same burning Gryffindor Secondary is what draws people in her wake like eager moths.
Darcy is a Hufflepuff Primary, burnt by George Wickham and others. He’s defensive and suspicious of charisma, and he circles anxiously and sternly around the few people he holds in his good graces– Gigi, Bing Li, Fitz, sometimes Caroline, and eventually Lizzie.
The boy can’t improvise worth anything– neither the reactive Gryffindor or the adaptable Slytherin Secondary is for him. Darcy is practical rather than emotional (or would like to be). He builds thriving systems and approaches social situations with a stiff set of social scripts and rules. It’s a Ravenclaw Secondary’s system-building and prep where he excels. It’s his Hufflepuff Primary’s essential generosity and goodness which causes big hearts like Fitz and Bing to flock close, support him, and sing the taciturn kid’s praises.
Lovely, giving, beautiful Jane is a Hufflepuff/Hufflepuff in a nest of Slytherins (Lydia, Lizzie, Caroline, and likely Ms. Bennet as well, though she’s so much a caricature in this, by design). Jane’s kindness is not so much a choice as a willingly held obligation; by right of their being a person, every other individual deserves her time and the benefit of her doubts. And Jane fulfills her Puff Primary obligations to all people with kindness, patience, tolerance, tea making and cookie baking– common skills of the traditional Puff secondary.
Luckily, kind Bing, who looks at her like she’s made of sunshine, is also a Puff/Puff. Even his great failure, in listening to Caroline’s ploys and Darcy’s honest worries, originates there – he’s much to apt to take people at face value and not question their judgements or their accuracy. But once he gets his head out of his, well, um (with Darcy’s repenting help) Bing and Jane are very well matched. They’re likely to give too much to other people, but at least Jane, who gives too much, and Bing, who trusts too much, have a romantic partner who will repay them in kind and never take willing advantage.
Lydia is a Slytherin/Slytherin, and a reactive one. Her actions are driven not by ideals but by who she thinks is currently the most loyal to her. The tumble down into her consuming and abusive relationship is fueled by her feeling spurned and betrayed by her family, all of whom she holds close. This is also why she shatters so hard when she’s betrayed at the end of the series– once again, she has been burned (this time so much more severely) by the people she chose to give her Slytherin loyalty to. Only the rekindled (or rediscovered) love from her family stops her from what may have been the beginning of a spiral toward petrification.
She uses performances almost constantly, and it’s a testament to her actress that we can tell that sometimes she believes her own performances, and other times she doesn’t. But in both cases, Lydia puts them on and carries them not because they are a buffer between her and the world but because they’re how she best likes to interact with it. This adaptability as a solid nature is her Slytherin Secondary, and it’s there for Lydia when she starts to spiral as much as it is when her world is filled with joy.
Caroline Li is also a Slytherin/Slytherin – ambitious, possessive, and manipulative, she’s a classic example of the maligned Slytherin/Slytherin as a villain.
Charlotte, who “leaves” Lizzie for Collins&Collins, who loves quietly and practically and well, who eyes Lizzie’s fiercely possessive Slytherin with a kind of wry, fond confusion, is an Idealist Primary– Ravenclaw or Gryffindor.
From the way Charlotte deliberates over her choices and the way she makes choices she *thinks* are right, rather than *feels* are right, she’s likely a Ravenclaw Primary. Her instincts don’t tell her to take Mr. Collins offer, her practicality and her well-thought-out ambitions do (and it’s the right choice, go Charlotte).
For secondary – the way Charlotte shows affection, or one of the ways, is to do service for her friends and family (this suggests Hufflepuff secondary). She edits Lizzie’s videos. She gives her little sister the internship opportunity and tries to make it effective and educational. She excels at Collins&Collins by being clever and prompt but I think her greatest successes come from a dedication to hard work, a willingness to ladder-climb and put in her time, and an ability to honestly and genuinely decide to like and value people like Mr. Collins.
Charlotte’s deliberation and organization suggest Ravenclaw, but I think that’s just something she models, a tool set she’s found useful and developed. I think her actual secondary is Hufflepuff– hard work, service, tolerance, and an ability for decisive fondness that’s as useful as it is nice.
Lydia, Lizzie, and Caroline are all Slytherin Primaries, with their greatest priorities laid on their personal worlds and the people they love. Lydia and Caroline rock the adaptive (and often manipulative) Slytherin Secondary, while Lizzie charges in and bowls the world over with her Gryffindor Secondary.
Darcy and Charlotte, Lizzie’s most important non-family people, are switched, which is interesting: Darcy has the Hufflepuff Primary’s dutiful generosity with a side of its optional stuffiness, where Charlotte has the steady service and adaptable warmth of the Puff secondary. Charlotte, then, has the constructed and thought-out decision making of the Ravenclaw Primary where Darcy has its deliberate and effective system building as his secondary.
Bing Li and Jane are a matched pair of Hufflepuff/Hufflepuffs, possibly too nice for this world and the nest of beautiful snakes that inhabit it.
one of the best scenes in anything is in pride and prejudice 2005 where bingley is trying to decide how to propose and he just goes “ms. bennet!” and darcy bows and goes “mr. bingley” Hands Down one of the funniest things i’ve ever seen
First Impressions - Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader (Chapter II)
Summary: Jasmine is invited to Netherfield, but becomes ill. You go to stay and take care of her, resulting in some oddly civil interactions with Mr. Miranda and some, not so civil ones.
Word Count: 2,434 (I KNOW)
A/N: Here it is, the second part to the Pride and Prejudice AU! Since this is a changed up version, this series won’t follow the original storyline exactly but it is inspired by Austen’s novel. Anyway, I hope you like it! (By the way, I do take requests! Don’t be shy!)
After a night
full of excitement, you had thought that the following morning would be
deliciously lazy, and slow. To say so now would be laughably ridiculous.
Breakfast had only just landed on the table and already Mandy was banging out
chords on the piano, your mother had cracked a raw egg for her “slight
hangover”, and Lexi had talked so endlessly about the ball that you were
surprised she had any breath left at all. The room was filled with a hundred
conversations at once.
“I want my bun
there something other than syrup for
the gruel? It makes it runny.”
hardly a problem big enough for our help to run to find you some brown sugar,
here, girl! For the last time, stop chasing the cat!”
ma’am, for Miss Jasmine Bennet from Netherfield Hall.”