Just shameless reblogs of things from various fandoms. I enjoy this content, and I want to support the creators by reblogging. Expect a lot of Inuyasha, Miraculous Ladybug, and Bridgerton. Side blog of needlecream. 90% queued posts.
“That’s very pretty,” George remarked, gesturing at Emma’s needlework. “Perhaps a bit elaborate for Harriet’s baby, but she’ll appreciate having something elegant for church.”
Emma paused, the lacy cap resting on her lap, its silk ribbons trailing nearly to her hem.
“I’m afraid I am less generous than you imagined,” she said.
“You’ve heard something from Isabella then? Mrs. Weston?”
Emma noted he did not mention Jane Churchill, that his suppositions did not suppose her angelic.
“No. I’m entirely selfish again, as I used to be,” she smiled.
George looked gobsmacked.
“Though Mrs. Weston did eat all those pickled walnuts.”
“Oh, Elinor, how prosaic—to be compromised in a library,” Marianne sighed.
It occurred to Elinor that her sister said library in much the same way as she might have said pig-pen.
The thought was madness, but perhaps she was mad or caught up in madness, because Marianne was more concerned about the location than the event itself.
Chapters:
1/1
Fandom:
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
Rating:
General Audiences
Warnings:
No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships:
Kip Grady/Scott Hunter
Characters:
Kip Grady, Scott Hunter (Game Changers), Carter Vaughn, Eric Bennett, George Grady, Background & Cameo Characters, Ilya Rozanov
Additional Tags:
Cute, Fluff, Post S01E05, mix of book and tv showy
I’ve had this in my wip pile for months now, @justafewsmallsteps I read your fic Now You’re Mine in february and my mind immediatly went CLAMP! (please tell me your Kagome is a fan of Cardcaptor Sakura, I see her outfits being inspired by the manga!!)
So I went, made a sketch I was pretty proud of and the ruined it while coloring… If this was something of mine I wouldn’t have minded that much but since it was fanart for a fic I was hesitant to post it… but I figured, something I’m not 100% convinced of is better than nothing, so here, thank you for your fic, it’s a lovely and intriguing world and it’s been a wonderful read so far!
Elizabeth had come to the library intending to read. Truly, she had. But Fitzwilliam was already there - coat discarded, sleeves rolled to the elbows, hair rumpled as though he had run a hand through it - and she felt suddenly far less intellectually inclined.
Fandom: Pride and Prejudice Relationship: Darcy/Elizabeth Rating: General Tags: Canon Compliant, Mid-Canon, Missing Scene, POV Fitzwilliam Darcy, Fluff, Hope, Family Word Count: 603 Series: Pride and Prejudice missing/retold scenes
All Darcy’s life, he had striven to keep himself unentangled from anyone else, with few exceptions. Georgiana, of course, he gladly carried along with him in life, but she would eventually marry and set her course onto a separate track from his. Close to his, he hoped, but they would still be parallel lines running alongside each other, not twined together, as they were now. That was what was natural and right, and for himself, he was happy unentangled.
And then he had met Elizabeth Bennet, and gotten all his feelings, hopes, and plans completely jumbled up with her, to the point that somehow, his aunt had even heard a rumor that they were already engaged to be married. Her telling him so astonished him, for he had told no one of his hopes with regard to Elizabeth, and certainly not that he had proposed and been rejected. He knew Elizabeth would not have told anyone either, except perhaps her sister Jane, but he doubted she would spread such gossip. It must be that his feelings had been in such a disordered state that the knots could be plainly seen by people outside of himself.
He wanted to make it even plainer to see, however—he wanted to tie himself to Elizabeth for the rest of his life, to marry her and never leave her side, for everyone to know she was his other half. His aunt’s communication had given him fresh hope that this might be possible.
That was why he was now darting back and forth about his London home like a rabbit, calling for his carriage to be prepared, quickly telling his valet which articles to pack, dashing off a note to a friend to apologize for having to break his dinner engagement that evening, giving the housekeeper fresh instructions since he had expected to be in residence for some time and now expected—hoped for—the opposite. There was a flurry of things to do, when all he wished to be doing was sitting in his carriage on the road back to Elizabeth.
It wasn’t until he had finally set out upon his journey that he had a quiet moment to contemplate his plans. They involved more than just Elizabeth. If she accepted his second proposal, it would not only be her he would be entangling himself with for life, but Wickham as well. He could hope the Wickhams might live a vastly separated life from his, but even so, his and Wickham’s lives would always run in parallel, touching; he was certain there would always be requests for money or assistance of some kind. He would never be free of him.
The idea was utterly repellent. And yet, he would bear the mortification, and worse, to have Elizabeth. There was no question of that whatsoever. If he could twine their lives together into one, he could bear any other connections that came knotted along with it.
How curious it was, he thought, that his aunt had come to him to express this very same concern, of how he would be tying himself and the family to repellent connections, and yet by telling him so, she had vastly increased the chance of those connections being made. Had she never told him of the way she confronted Elizabeth and was told off by her, he most likely would never have proposed again. But now, thanks to his aunt, he was sure to.
Whether he would be accepted was another matter entirely, but at least he had hope.
It was almost enough to make him not angry with his aunt. Almost.
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I had not planned to write another fic Day 16: Gossip of @janeuary-month, but the FFF prompt sparked this little idea.
Jane and Elizabeth had scarcely returned from their walk and made their way into the drawing-room before they were pounced upon by Kitty and Lydia, each talking over the other.
“You will never guess what we have heard,” Lydia cried.
“Mrs. Long has just left, and she says—”
“Do hush, Kitty, I was going to tell them.”
“I can tell them just as well as you can!”
Mary rolled her eyes. “It is hardly worth this fuss. It is only that a young gentleman has come to Netherfield Park.“
“This is marvelous, Elizabeth!” Darcy enthused, appearing boyish in his excitement. “It does not write as smoothly, perhaps - I would want a final copy, likely - but to be able to write while traveling!”
“I am well pleased,” she beamed. “Happy anniversary, my love.”
The difficult thing about being married to a rich man who wanted for nothing was that gift giving involved wracking one’s brain for sentimental ideas - her husband was forever secreting away trinkets that meant much to him from their time spent together - or constantly hunting for things he did not know existed. Happily, Fitzwilliam Darcy was fascinated by new inventions, so when Elizabeth heard of a pen that stored its own ink within, she tracked one down at once. She had been practically dancing with anticipation since, and had nearly caved when he had spilled ink the week before, but was determined to wait on gifting it until their special trip.
“What an age we live in,” he marveled, peering out the window of their train carriage as the scenery whizzed past. “Travel is so much faster, and life is so full of little conveniences. I cannot even imagine what will come next.”
How she loved seeing him like this, so unreserved and happy. Even the children, who had access to his unrestrained affection, did not have access to his unfettered thoughts as she did. She was fully aware of how precious such a thing was.
“I care not, as long as you love me through it.”
He gathered her into his lap, all the better to kiss her. “Always, my dearest wife.”
