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"Somewhere between a beginning, a middle and an end" by Amodelofefficiency (T)
Fandom: THE LIZZIE BENNET DIARIES
Pairing: Lizzie Bennet/William Darcy
Length: ~24K words
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: AO3
Why this must be read: This fic can best be described as "cozy"--warm and loving and composed of a string of soft, quiet moments between everyone's favorite pairing. Lizzie and Darcy are wonderfully in-character as they get to know each other better, and the results are just beautiful.
i. this is how they begin
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It’s strange at first, she comes to realise, what being loved by this man means.
For so long she’d taken for granted the strength of his feelings and it hadn't been until she’d found herself drowning in the middle that she’d appreciated the torture he’d once put himself through.
It’s like fire and passion and a terrible ache all brewing in her heart at once.
And even then – after the videos and the fights and the confessions and the realisation that she doesn't dislike him; (a secret - she loves him) – even after all of that, she still doesn't really understand how he loves her.
But slowly she learns that he does.
The truth; he loves her because of a million different reasons that he’s never been able to put into words and never will; but that probably once started with her eyes and suddenly, slowly, became everything.
They don’t tell anyone about their relationship in the beginning.
It’s a bold move, she knows, and she wonders how long she can keep it from Jane and Charlotte. How long he can keep it from Gigi and Fitz; but they both agree that too much has happened in the past to make anything easy, so much has been said and done, so many harsh moments exchanged – and they’re both so stubborn – so whilst the past can be leant from it cannot be so quickly erased.
The last things they need is a chorus of we told you so raining down upon them as they navigate their every, slightly fumbled, first step.
William Darcy arrives on her doorstep the morning after she hangs up on an indignant Catherine De Bourgh, fidgety and awkward and with a million words hesitant on his lips, but also with a brief spark of hope – because she hadn’t denied his love to his aunt, and that’s more than he’s been given by her in months.
He stands before her and thinks, I love you – please don’t break me again - and in her bedroom she kisses him slow and soft and sweet, halting his stumbled words and apologies and answering with an unequivocal yes, my feelings have changed.
William, silent and still, doesn't move save to curl a hand low around her waist, steadying her as she teeters on the tips of her toes, and for the first time he allows himself a moment to truly smile.
The strong arm he wraps around her body later allow him to pull her up close and she giggles madly against his lips, gripping his shoulders tight so she doesn't fall. Their height difference is laughable, he realises as he grips low at her hips, but Lizzie is barefoot and adorably wide eyed, and when they stumble backwards a moment so that she’s pressed to her bedroom wall she tips her head down and snickers, fingers scrambling at the nape of his neck.
Somewhere between a beginning, a middle and an end
Pairing: Lizzie Bennet/William Darcy
Length: ~24K words
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: AO3
Why this must be read: This fic can best be described as "cozy"--warm and loving and composed of a string of soft, quiet moments between everyone's favorite pairing. Lizzie and Darcy are wonderfully in-character as they get to know each other better, and the results are just beautiful.
i. this is how they begin
-
It’s strange at first, she comes to realise, what being loved by this man means.
For so long she’d taken for granted the strength of his feelings and it hadn't been until she’d found herself drowning in the middle that she’d appreciated the torture he’d once put himself through.
It’s like fire and passion and a terrible ache all brewing in her heart at once.
And even then – after the videos and the fights and the confessions and the realisation that she doesn't dislike him; (a secret - she loves him) – even after all of that, she still doesn't really understand how he loves her.
But slowly she learns that he does.
The truth; he loves her because of a million different reasons that he’s never been able to put into words and never will; but that probably once started with her eyes and suddenly, slowly, became everything.
They don’t tell anyone about their relationship in the beginning.
It’s a bold move, she knows, and she wonders how long she can keep it from Jane and Charlotte. How long he can keep it from Gigi and Fitz; but they both agree that too much has happened in the past to make anything easy, so much has been said and done, so many harsh moments exchanged – and they’re both so stubborn – so whilst the past can be leant from it cannot be so quickly erased.
The last things they need is a chorus of we told you so raining down upon them as they navigate their every, slightly fumbled, first step.
William Darcy arrives on her doorstep the morning after she hangs up on an indignant Catherine De Bourgh, fidgety and awkward and with a million words hesitant on his lips, but also with a brief spark of hope – because she hadn’t denied his love to his aunt, and that’s more than he’s been given by her in months.
He stands before her and thinks, I love you – please don’t break me again - and in her bedroom she kisses him slow and soft and sweet, halting his stumbled words and apologies and answering with an unequivocal yes, my feelings have changed.
William, silent and still, doesn't move save to curl a hand low around her waist, steadying her as she teeters on the tips of her toes, and for the first time he allows himself a moment to truly smile.
The strong arm he wraps around her body later allow him to pull her up close and she giggles madly against his lips, gripping his shoulders tight so she doesn't fall. Their height difference is laughable, he realises as he grips low at her hips, but Lizzie is barefoot and adorably wide eyed, and when they stumble backwards a moment so that she’s pressed to her bedroom wall she tips her head down and snickers, fingers scrambling at the nape of his neck.
Somewhere between a beginning, a middle and an end