Shamelessly stealing from that one series...
The Lizzie Bennet Diaries
Confetti and Curses
William Darcy, Fitz Williams
Written for comment_fic
Posted here.
Prompt: Lizzie Bennet Diaries, Lizzie/Darcy, the reason Darcy is so awkward because he's actually a __________.
402 words
"Darcy, my man! Did you get our friend Lizzie B to fall for you hook, line, and sinker?"
"... is that confetti."
Looking back from the kazoo and confetti in his hands to Darcy's dark expression was answer enough. "Dude, seriously? We went over this like a thousand times!"
"..."
Fitz shrugged, held the kazoo to his lips and threw the confetti anyway. "There, the pity party's over and done with. Now level with me, did you deviate from the plan?"
"Her... feelings were not mutual. She made it quite clear," Darcy said tersely, grimacing at the glittering shapes of hearts, stars, and champagne glasses.
Alright, perhaps he'd gone a bit overboard, but the wedding confetti was on sale at the local Jo-Ann's and if there was one thing Fitz couldn't resist, it was a sale. "So maybe I misread the situation a little. But that doesn't mean we give up! Look how well it turned out for the Beast! That frog prince guy! The little mermaid chick!"
"I appreciate your concern, but it's unnecessary. We'll be fine. I don't crave close contact anyway," was Darcy's stiff reply.
"Gigi might be, I mean at least she turns into something kind of cute and cuddly when it happens! You on the other hand... besides, I know you, Darce. You never fall hard for anyone. It's Lizzie B or bust, my friend. You can't keep holding people at an arm's length - and I'm speaking in the figurative and literal sense here. It's weird. And just think about what a disadvantage you two are at if anyone decides to kidnap you and hold you for some ridiculous amount of ransom! No, we've got to break the curse. Besides, we promised your mom didn't we?"
"She loathes me, Fitz."
"Your mom?"
That earned him the Glare of Utter Contempt from Darcy. But it softened into something a little more forlorn as he said the next words, "No. Lizzie."
Fitz only grinned, "See? Vulnerability does you a world of good! Try that next time!"
And with that he pounced on his friend with a loud "Bro Hug!", completely ignoring Darcy's splutters of protest.
In a poof of smoke, he was left holding nothing more than a pile of clothes and a twitching, very irate lobster trying to take off his fingers.
"Besides," Fitz said with a wicked grin, "I've already dropped Lizzie B a huge hint."
Confetti and Curses
William Darcy, Fitz Williams
Written for comment_fic
Posted here.
Prompt: Lizzie Bennet Diaries, Lizzie/Darcy, the reason Darcy is so awkward because he's actually a __________.
402 words
"Darcy, my man! Did you get our friend Lizzie B to fall for you hook, line, and sinker?"
"... is that confetti."
Looking back from the kazoo and confetti in his hands to Darcy's dark expression was answer enough. "Dude, seriously? We went over this like a thousand times!"
"..."
Fitz shrugged, held the kazoo to his lips and threw the confetti anyway. "There, the pity party's over and done with. Now level with me, did you deviate from the plan?"
"Her... feelings were not mutual. She made it quite clear," Darcy said tersely, grimacing at the glittering shapes of hearts, stars, and champagne glasses.
Alright, perhaps he'd gone a bit overboard, but the wedding confetti was on sale at the local Jo-Ann's and if there was one thing Fitz couldn't resist, it was a sale. "So maybe I misread the situation a little. But that doesn't mean we give up! Look how well it turned out for the Beast! That frog prince guy! The little mermaid chick!"
"I appreciate your concern, but it's unnecessary. We'll be fine. I don't crave close contact anyway," was Darcy's stiff reply.
"Gigi might be, I mean at least she turns into something kind of cute and cuddly when it happens! You on the other hand... besides, I know you, Darce. You never fall hard for anyone. It's Lizzie B or bust, my friend. You can't keep holding people at an arm's length - and I'm speaking in the figurative and literal sense here. It's weird. And just think about what a disadvantage you two are at if anyone decides to kidnap you and hold you for some ridiculous amount of ransom! No, we've got to break the curse. Besides, we promised your mom didn't we?"
"She loathes me, Fitz."
"Your mom?"
That earned him the Glare of Utter Contempt from Darcy. But it softened into something a little more forlorn as he said the next words, "No. Lizzie."
Fitz only grinned, "See? Vulnerability does you a world of good! Try that next time!"
And with that he pounced on his friend with a loud "Bro Hug!", completely ignoring Darcy's splutters of protest.
In a poof of smoke, he was left holding nothing more than a pile of clothes and a twitching, very irate lobster trying to take off his fingers.
"Besides," Fitz said with a wicked grin, "I've already dropped Lizzie B a huge hint."