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"The Road to Hell is Paved with Good Intentions" by imaginarycircus (T)
Fandom: THE LIZZIE BENNET DIARIES
Pairing: Lizzie Bennet/William Darcy
Length: ~1500 words
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imaginarycircus
Author Website: Dreamwidth
Why this must be read: Who doesn't love Fitz? Like Caroline, his role in the LBD is mostly functional--resolving why Bing left, scheming with Gigi--but he's of course eminently more likable. And who didn't wonder about Darcy's experience of having to watch literally dozens of videos ripping him apart? In this short but meaningful missing-moment story, Fitz takes care of his very not-okay friend following Lizzie's rejection. There are small insights into their friendship that pack a punch, and Fitz's guilt for his missteps in trying to talk up Darcy before come into play in interesting ways.
Darcy was slumped, slouching even, on the hard, white leather sofa in Catherine’s guest house. Fitz didn’t know that Darcy was physically capable of slouching. He never had before, not even when drunk. To be fair, Darcy was the politest drunk in the history of alcohol.
Fitz unsheathed a bottle from its brown paper bag and plunked down along with two glasses and some ice. “I got that stuff you like that tastes like an ashtray.”
Darcy was staring at his laptop, at Lizzie’s face in still at the start of her first video. This was going to be a hoot and a half. Fitz poured them each a few fingers of whiskey and sat down, shifting to find a comfortable spot and not finding one. He was pretty sure that Catherine’s interior decorator was sadist with a taste for Mid-Century Modern furniture.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Fitz clinked his glass against Darcy’s with no cooperation from Darcy.
“You don’t have to do this.” Darcy gulped half his whiskey.
“Yeah. I do. And let me just say now that I am really and truly sorry.”
Darcy looked at him quizzically.
“You’ll understand later. Unfortunately. Go ahead. Hit play.” Fitz was more interested in watching Darcy than the videos so he sat back and prepared for the worst.
The first few videos were classic Lizzie and Darcy wasn’t even blinking. Darcy wasn’t going to call him on the carpet for not warning him about the videos, but Fitz wished he would.
“Is their mom that bad?” Fitz asked.
“I’d say Lizzie has toned her down, if anything.” Darcy’s glass was almost empty, but they had fifty-six more videos to go. Pacing was going to be key.
The Road to Hell is Paved with Good Intentions
Pairing: Lizzie Bennet/William Darcy
Length: ~1500 words
Author on LJ:
imaginarycircusAuthor Website: Dreamwidth
Why this must be read: Who doesn't love Fitz? Like Caroline, his role in the LBD is mostly functional--resolving why Bing left, scheming with Gigi--but he's of course eminently more likable. And who didn't wonder about Darcy's experience of having to watch literally dozens of videos ripping him apart? In this short but meaningful missing-moment story, Fitz takes care of his very not-okay friend following Lizzie's rejection. There are small insights into their friendship that pack a punch, and Fitz's guilt for his missteps in trying to talk up Darcy before come into play in interesting ways.
Darcy was slumped, slouching even, on the hard, white leather sofa in Catherine’s guest house. Fitz didn’t know that Darcy was physically capable of slouching. He never had before, not even when drunk. To be fair, Darcy was the politest drunk in the history of alcohol.
Fitz unsheathed a bottle from its brown paper bag and plunked down along with two glasses and some ice. “I got that stuff you like that tastes like an ashtray.”
Darcy was staring at his laptop, at Lizzie’s face in still at the start of her first video. This was going to be a hoot and a half. Fitz poured them each a few fingers of whiskey and sat down, shifting to find a comfortable spot and not finding one. He was pretty sure that Catherine’s interior decorator was sadist with a taste for Mid-Century Modern furniture.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Fitz clinked his glass against Darcy’s with no cooperation from Darcy.
“You don’t have to do this.” Darcy gulped half his whiskey.
“Yeah. I do. And let me just say now that I am really and truly sorry.”
Darcy looked at him quizzically.
“You’ll understand later. Unfortunately. Go ahead. Hit play.” Fitz was more interested in watching Darcy than the videos so he sat back and prepared for the worst.
The first few videos were classic Lizzie and Darcy wasn’t even blinking. Darcy wasn’t going to call him on the carpet for not warning him about the videos, but Fitz wished he would.
“Is their mom that bad?” Fitz asked.
“I’d say Lizzie has toned her down, if anything.” Darcy’s glass was almost empty, but they had fifty-six more videos to go. Pacing was going to be key.
The Road to Hell is Paved with Good Intentions