#P&P Au

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Redwall meets... Jane Austen?? Yes hehe. Finally decided to indulge a lil' in my ye old Jane Austen but make them woodland creatures au :>

Mr. Darcy is a badger, naturally, while the Bennets are all mice. But fret not!! This little mouse lady is not meek in the least ;)

[llamagoddessofficial]

God.... I could just imagine Mc "escaping" to go do chores with the other maids and skull just like... Picking her up out of nowhere and carrying her someplace else in the house

In her experience, noblemen are usually loud. They stomp around in their big expensive shiny shoes that have never seen sun, making themselves (and their mess) very well known. On top of that, they're normally pretty physically feeble, struggling with even basic lifting because of their life of luxury.

She does not expect Skull's inhuman strength. He sweeps her off her feet and carries her like she would carry a light box of lace. Nor does she expect his ability to move around the house like a wraith, sometimes quieter even than the servants. It's not unusual to hear screams about once a day in Skull's house- it's nothing to worry about, though. It's just the sound of Skull catching Mc off guard when he steals her back from chores.

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[roysmilkers]

“I very much want to kiss you.”

“Please do.”

[dreamyelectronicmusic]

Sunday Snippet

In honour of pride month, here's me making it sad and angsty 😭💔 (from a giant mess of a draft based on this idea, previous snippet here)

That summer, Wille and his princess made an appearance at Oslo Pride Parade. Simon stared at one of the official pictures from it, unable to determine how it made him feel. He couldn’t tell if Wille was there for himself or as a public figure expressing support. It didn’t count as a political statement anymore, apparently. Not when Wille had an unobjectionable girl by his side, at any rate, and if he was queer, then it was in a way that was easy for everyone else to ignore. They looked good together, Simon had to admit that, both of them beautiful and windswept and grinning at the camera, a rainbow flag wrapped around both their shoulders like a cape. It was the first photo of Wille Simon had seen where he was smiling for real, not his tight society smile, and he actually looked happy. For a moment Simon couldn’t figure out why the smile still seemed wrong, until he realised that Wille’s teeth had been straightened. He didn’t know why that, of all things, made him want to cry.

[unpufblandito]

Aziraphale's ball fantasy

[imsociallyanxiousgetoverit]

Pride and Prejudice au where Veritas (Ratio as Darcy) and Kakavasha (Aven as Bingley) are secretly involved, but must at minimum seem to be seeking wives for appearences. I can see Ruan Mei and Jelena (Topaz) perhaps being Jane and Elizabeth respectively?

[fuck-goes-on]

My Dear Mr. Djarin

Chapter One: “To be fond of dancing was a certain step towards falling in love.”

pairing/s: din djarin x reader, boba fett x jane equivalent oc

warning/s: NONE

note/s: i am so excited to start this series!!! i have no idea if i will be able to finish it, but i will try my best to deliver as much as i can! i tried to squeeze in another scene but honestly this took so much out of me i am so tired HAHAHAH

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You’re walking down a dirt path, reading a book centring on the relationship of two people who are in deep misunderstanding. It frustrates you to no end as page by page there is non-stop pining and pain that goes on with the characters. You silently root for the couple as you pass by numerous animals, sheep and cows alike, with the morning sun rising and birds singing in the trees.

As you finish your morning walk going back towards your family’s estate, you finish your book; The two main characters clear their misunderstandings and get happily married to each other. You clutch the finished book to your chest, skipping the rest of the way home, giddy that the characters you adore so much got their happy ending.

When you walk into your home, you hear the ruckus that your siblings are making, and you wonder what is going on. You approach your two little sisters, Adriemma and Monaliz, that are pressed up against your father’s study and say, “Adrie, I’ve told you multiple times not to listen by the door!”

Just as you said that, you hear the voice of your mother coming from the room, quite loudly you might add, saying, “Oh my dear Mr. Avre, did you hear about the upcoming visit of the Fetts? It was said they would stay in our quaint town at the Mos Eisley estate!” 

Your sisters gasp in excitement and chatter about how single Mr. Fett was and how exciting it would be to flirt with him. You listen more intently when your mother mentions the Fetts. They were known in the Galaxy as the most experienced and barbarous bounty hunter family, but also well-respected and sought after.

“Are they now?” Your father replied with an uninterested tone of voice as he set aside the books he was reading before he was rudely interrupted by his wife. 

“Yes! And don’t you want to know what they’re doing?” Mrs. Avre questioned.

“Even if I said no, you would still tell me, my dear.” You and your sisters giggled at your father’s response. From behind you hear your eldest brother, Kalton, asking what all three of you were doing. 

“Mr. Fett and his ensemble are going to a ball! Don’t you think it’s a good idea to introduce our children to him? He might choose one of them as his spouse!” 

Adriemma and Monaliz squeal in excitement as your mother mentioned a ball and marriage; Those two have always been keen on parties and flirting. You and Kalton share a look, you two being the eldest, and smile in amusement.

Mr. Avre then opens the door to his study to see four out of five of his children standing outside of it. He sighs, having expected that you and your siblings would be there. He then walks towards the living room where you're joined with Emijade, the youngest of your siblings, who was confused about all the ruckus.

Your mother keeps trying to convince your father to let all of you go to the ball, when he raises his hand to stop her from talking. He says to you all, "I have already spoken to Mr. Fett."

"You have?! Oh Mr. Avre, how you tease me!" Mrs. Avre exclaims. You sit down on the couch, still holding your book in your hands as you watch your father's eyes twinkle with amusement. "Don’t you have any compassion for my poor nerves?"

“You mistake me, my dear, they have been my companion all these years.” Mr. Avre says.

“Is he handsome?” Monaliz questions.

“He is sure to be handsome,” Adriemma quipped as she skips around the living room and lands on her knees near your father.

“Who is handsome?” Emijade asks all confused.

“So can we go to the ball, papa?” The question most had floating in their heads was asked. You wait in tension as your father slowly looks at all of you before him.

Mr. Avre smiles and says, "Yes, you can go to the ball."

Everyone screams, except for Emijade, ecstatic to be able to go to a ball. Talks of gowns and suits are discussed and you hear your mother thanking your father with kisses. With all the buzz of your siblings, it starts getting to you as well and you can't wait to go.

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The upbeat music is loud as the chamber orchestra plays their instruments on the floor above. The town’s dance hall is flooded with people, both on the dance floor and on the benches to the side. Joyous shouts are heard as the people dance and clap in the middle of the room, synchronised in their well-practised dance. Drinks and food are served all around for the people waiting their turn to spin and whirl across the room.

You stand with Kalton and your friend, Mellai, chatting and watching your sisters dancing together. Emijade is standing bored next to your parents, who are talking to the persons next to them with civility. 

“Not one of these people in this room is not in love with your beauty, Kalton,” You say to your brother, who just shakes his head. “They are far too easy to judge.”

“Not all of them are bad,” He answers.

“They’re all a bunch of womp rats in my limited experience.” You jest.

Kalton chuckles, “One of these days, you’ll find a person that catches your fancy and fall in love with them.”

As the dancing comes to an end, the hall's doors suddenly open and three people step inside. Everyone pauses in their doings and watches as Mr. Fett and his friends start to walk inside the hall. The people make way for them to roam around the floor and bow when they pass by.

You ask Mellai to remind you which one is the dear Mr. Fett your mother has been talking about. She points to the one dressed in green armour, with his matching helmet under his left arm and his bald head shining under the lights. Mellai also tells you of the woman, Ms. Kryze, who is practically a princess under all her blue armour. The other woman was Mx. Shand, Mr. Fett’s personal guard.

"And the one with the shimmering helmet?" You question quietly, and Mellai sighs in exasperation at your cluelessness.

"That's Mr. Djarin. A good friend of Mr. Fett's."

"My, what a cold looking figure," You observe as the man in glinting armour walks frigid and stiff, as if he was not used to the attention.

"He's also a renowned bounty hunter," Mellai adds. "So please be careful of your words around him. Your wit might anger him and have you killed!"

You chuckle as you bow your head when the three people pass by you. Tilting your head up, you see the silver helmet turned towards you. It only took half a second for Mr. Djarin to sharply look away from you. You ponder if he was truly looking at you underneath that helmet of his.

When the group reaches the end of the room, the music resumes and everyone goes back into the rhythm of the dance. Across the room, Mrs. Avre tells her husband to immediately introduce Mr. Fett to his children. She crosses the dance floor over to you, Kalton, and Mellai, grabs Kalton, who then grabs you, who you then grab Mellai, to briskly walk all the way to Mr. Fett and his two friends.

Mr. Lactra, Mellai’s father, is talking to Mr. Fett when you arrive in front of them, your father and Emijade join you from behind. Mr. Lactra introduces the lot of you to the esteemed guests, each one of you curtsying at your names.

“I’m delighted to have made your acquaintance,” Mr. Fett says with his deep, raspy voice. He glances over all your faces, before he stops at Kalton for a split second and looks away. You can’t help but notice, however, how Mr. Fett continues glancing towards your dear brother, and you giggle in silence. You nudge Kalton to make him notice, but to your surprise, he stares quite intensely at Mr. Fett with a small smile on his face. Good heavens, you think to yourself.

Mr. Lactra introduces you to Mr. Djarin as well, but the man in silver does not say a word and only bows his head.

As the group breaks, you and Kalton are joined at the side with Mr. Fett. It is surprising to you that the distinguished bounty hunter that is the man in green himself would be so inclined to small talk with you and your brother, but here you are, talking with him. Not long after, Mr. Fett bravely asks Kalton’s hand for a dance, and your brother unequivocally says yes. They join hand in hand towards the middle of the room where the next dance is about to begin.

You linger behind where Mr. Djarin was standing, not too far from where you were originally with your brother and Mr. Fett. Glancing at the shiny armoured man, you nonchalantly question, “Do you dance, Mr. Djarin?”

“Not if I can help it,” He sharply says, and that’s the end of it. You stand next to him in awkward silence, not knowing how to continue the conversation when said company seems so disagreeable. Deciding to move away from Mr. Djarin, you walk towards Mellai, not without sparing a glance at Kalton and Mr. Fett, who are locked in dance together. 

Later on, after Mr. Fett had danced two dances with Kalton, you sit by quietly to observe the people with Emijade. You see Mr. Djarin to the side near you where he is approached by his good friend. Hearing their voices, you can’t help but eavesdrop on their conversation.

“Come now, Djarin. You must at least join one dance; There are many agreeable people in this room who would love to dance with you.” Mr. Fett says.

Mr. Djarin all but sighs, “You have the most agreeable and handsomest person in the hall.”

“Yes, Mister Avre is quite handsome and I am very much pleased to have danced with him.” Mr. Fett smiles, “Look! There is one of his siblings, Mx. Avre. They are quite pretty as well.”

“They’re tolerable, I suppose,” Mr. Djarin grunts out, “But not handsome enough to tempt me… Fett, I am in no mood to consider these people who are easily slighted by others. Go back to your partner, enjoy his smiles.”

And so ends their talk, which you most undeniably enjoyed listening to, as now you know the character of Mr. Djarin well enough. He is the most disagreeable man you’ve ever seen or met, and you are quite glad that he has not taken to you, for any person who will be would be miserable under his hands. You stand up abruptly and walk courageously by him to go tell your thoughts to Mellai, who you know will heed your every word.

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“And Mr. Fett favoured our Kalton amongst all others! There was nothing like it!” Mrs. Avre’s shrill voice exclaims. You and your siblings sit in the dining room as your mother relays all the night’s events to your father, despite his attendance and account to said events. “Did you see him dance with Kalton, Mr. Avre? They danced ever so joyously!”

“I saw, my dear,” Mr. Avre says to your mother with an exasperated tone. 

“Oh and the two lovely women, Ms. Kryze and Mx. Shand! How obliging and lovely women!” You all giggled as your mother drones on and on about their manners and handsomeness.

“But the other man Mr. Fett brought with him; Mr. Djarin, he calls himself! He is not worth our concern and attention. The proudest, the most unpleasant man… And did you hear about what he said about our poor child?!” 

“He slighted my dear child, did he?” Your father quirks his eyebrow at you. 

You smile at him, “I didn’t care for him either, so it’s nothing.”

Your mother pauses in her story and turns to you with a pointed finger, “Don’t you ever dance with that man! Even if he asked you!”

“No, I promise you, Mama, that I may never to dance with Mr. Djarin.” You say, firm in your voice and tone. For it is true that you will never dance with the horrid Mr. Djarin.

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tags: @brekkers-desigirl @snakkeskin​ @masks-of-beauty-blog @random-din-shit @sweetphilautia @randomnessfangirl @djarinterstellar @cafune-s @xakilicious 

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[yourstory-teller]

Ok guys, so, I am currently obsessed with pride and prejudice and seriously thinking about maybe writing about it. Would you like that? Would anyone read it? Would you have any asks?? Or am I alone???

[pomegranate-belle]

For the "Random WIP Ask Game" for the P&P AU, 🎀 [Bow] How many named characters are in this WIP? How many do get a POV? 🐁[Mouse] Name three reasons why this WIP is horrible at being a horror fic. 🖋️ [Pen] Describe your WIP in a single, terrible sentence.

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🎀 [Bow] How many named characters are in this WIP? How many do get a POV?

Uhhhhh... Hold on let me count. Right now I think there's 12, but there will be more. Only Matt and Foggy will have POVs though.

🐁[Mouse] Name three reasons why this WIP is horrible at being a horror fic.

Darcy!Matt is too busy being a bitch to get his creep on

Everybody's gonna live at the end

Too much pining

🖋️ [Pen] Describe your WIP in a single, terrible sentence.

Local rich idiot spends 10,000+ words wooing man he insists he is not actually interested in, and the only one who believes him is the man being wooed.

[ahufflepuffhobbit]

How Ardently by thehufflepuffhobbit

“And you, Mr. Durin?” Bilbo asked the older brother, and studiously ignored the way that Ori and Frerin were looking at one another. Oh, Lobelia would be awful to deal with tonight once she noticed that Frerin was paying attention to Ori. He had no doubt the two would be together most of the night, and he vowed to prevent Lobelia spoiling anything for Ori. 

“I am not a fan of dancing,” Thorin answered simply. His voice was deep, and Bilbo found himself wanting to lean closer, to hear Thorin speak again. 

He, apparently, was not so inclined to grant Bilbo’s quiet wish. A brief silence occurred before Nori offered to dance with Bilbo at the next song. Thorin wandered away as they got into line. 

Bilbo’s prediction about Frerin and Ori was correct. Of the next five songs, they danced three of them together. Bilbo’s own dance with Frerin was taken up with conversation about Ori, which made Bilbo like the dwarf even more and forgive him for having such a surly brother.

OR:

Bilbo Baggins lives in the boarding house he owns with his closest friends. Their lives are disturbed in all sorts of way by the arrival of the Lords of Erebor, two brothers, and their entourage. Bilbo cannot stand the oldest brother, Thorin, who is proud and makes no effort to hide it. He would glad write the dwarf off entirely, except the younger brother is quickly falling for Bilbo's closest friend, Ori, and he can't do anything to jeopardize it.

A Pride and Prejudice AU

[morbidmuch]

One of my dear, dear friends is doing an experiment in creative academic writing and I had the great honour of beta reading her work. In her own words: When confronted with a piece of literature, especially in an academic context, we have grown used to approaching it in specific ways. Instead of retracing these steps, Shapes of Pemberley aims to explore a well-loved novel from a new angle: From that of a transformative writer. Shapes of Pemberley is an amazing transformative piece of fiction (hello, dragons) and you should all go read it (did I mention there are dragons?).

You can read it on wordpress as well as on Archiveofourown.

[llamagoddessofficial]

Hey llama, I was thinking about the p&p servant au, and I was wondering how would mc react to all of the guys attending a party she's serving at? Would it upset her to see Sans being haughty with other humans?

HOHOHOHO... I would assume at this point she's not yet one of Skull's servants. She belongs to someone else, someone who doesn't appreciate her like they do.

Sans: As much as he wants to immediately seek her out and take up all of her time, to talk to only her... he understands that it's a very busy party, and she's working. He steals her for a little bit of polite conversation, but he doesn't trap her- he doesn't want her to get in trouble. He's very kind to her, as he always is... admiring her from afar, catching her in quiet corners whenever he can, and openly scowling at anyone who comments about her. She enjoys finding ways to sneak a few hushed words with him in passing, and she loves the genuine delight on his face when he sees her in the crowd.

Would she be upset by Sans being haughty? No, not at all. Sans is only like that with people of his station or higher, never with servants. For her, there's honestly something really enjoyable about watching Sans be shitty to the kinds of people who are often the cruellest to her. He gets to say and do the things she wishes she could.

Red: She loves when Red shows up. All the staff do. Even before she knew him personally, she enjoyed when he appeared at events- Red is the life of the party, and often ends up causing some kind of scene that becomes talk of the town. Excessive drinking, ruinously beating someone at cards, pitting two idiots against each other until they get into a fight... all the servants knew that if Red was there, it was going to be a delightfully gossip-filled night in the staff quarters. Especially since Red was absolutely the type to woo any of the particularly eye-catching servants.

She likes him even more after meeting him. Because Red is excellent at distracting the other party members- most importantly, he distracts the host, usually immediately after shooting her a wink. Without her employer breathing down her neck she can get some rest in the middle of an otherwise completely action-packed night.

Skull: If Skull showed up to a party, that's a huge win for the host, and a ridiculous amount of social clout for them. So if Skull appears at the house, and expresses any open interest in Mc (which of course he will)... her employer will basically command her to be Lord Skull's personal entertainer for the evening. "Do whatever is necessary to keep our guest happy. Understand?"

If Red is there to third wheel and keep the conversations going, Mc and Skull would both probably actually have a lot of fun. Red knows his friend very well, and he can quickly and easily 'translate' for him to keep her engaged and relaxed. She likes getting to chat and eat, and Skull is just absolutely delighted that she's sat close enough for him to see her eyes.

If, for some reason, Red isn't there... it might be a bit more awkward. Skull will follow her around like an overly affectionate cat, but he gets overcome with shyness the moment she tries to start anything resembling a conversation. She'd still enjoy it, though- sitting with a silent guy who likes to stare still beats working.

[imlostontheinternet]

First Impressions, Ch. 3 is up!

A much beloved brother returns home and brings the regiment with him. After a party with piano and dancing, a long lost relative makes their presence known. Yet another trip to the village bring an invitation to a dinner where an interesting stranger may be seen.

[dreamyelectronicmusic]

Sunday Snippet

Snippet from a little something I've started based on this idea. I don't know if it will ever turn into a proper fic but maybe. (Yes it's another fic where they stayed broken up at the end of S3. Yes I am aware that there's something wrong with me.)

Oliver didn’t seem to care, at any rate. He never gave any indication he had ever heard of Simon prior to their chance meeting at the library and Simon knew better than to ask. He was cute in a dorky kind of way, wore horn-rimmed glasses and an endless array of knitted jumpers. He was a couple of years older than Simon but a bit shy in bed, and Simon couldn’t imagine him ever asking him to “show him how the prince liked it” or acknowledging the existence of a leaked sex tape, which ticked off Simon’s main boyfriend criteria. His mum liked Oliver when Simon brought him home for a weekend, which ticked off another. She hugged Simon and told him Oliver seemed like a lovely young man, and Simon could tell how relieved she was to find out that after all, her son hadn’t been irreparably damaged by something that happened when he was sixteen. Some days Simon could almost convince himself that he believed it too.

[unpufblandito]

Aziraphale has read too much Jane Austen 👀

[ladypearl-7]

Petulance & Presumption

Jane Austen’s P&P meets Narutoverse!

“It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single shinobi of high calibre and last living member of a once powerful clan, must be in want of a wife.”

Mr. Darcy: Sasuke Uchiha

Elizabeth Bennet: Hinata Hyuuga

Mr. Bingly: Naruto Uzumaki

Jane Bennet: Sakura Haruno

Snippet:

Naruto approached Sasuke with a stupid satisfied grin on his face as he proclaimed, “Man, I’ve never had such a great time in my life!”, Sasuke arched an eyebrow at him and responded, “You’re the only one” Naruto gave him a knowing look and suggested, “You would be too if you mingled more.” Sasuke scoffed and said, “Ino is busy” but Naruto made himself clearer as he reiterated, “Mingle with someone you don’t know. Maybe spar with one or two ladies. There are so many pretty girls here!”

Sasuke maintained his stoic demeanour as he responded harshly, “You sparred with the only worthy opponent here, I will not reduce myself to waste my time taking it easy on a weakling” Naruto shook his head in disapproval then said, “That won’t do, I won’t have you be a grouch when all these people are being so kind and welcoming. Look, over there…” he gestured at Hinata who had been standing close enough to overhear their conversation. Hinata’s heart sank when she realized they had been talking about her.

“That’s Sakura-San’s sister, why don’t you ask her to spar with you?” Naruto continued, “I don’t think so” was Sasuke’s retort, “Why not, she’s just as pretty as Sakura, and perhaps she’s just as strong as well” Sasuke turned to glance at her, with one swift look he had registered that her figure was pleasing and her dress had emphasised her elegance, and for a fleeting moment even considered his idiot friend’s suggestion. However, in that moment Hinata felt his gaze upon her and the intensity of it could be felt as it sent chills down her spine. In a daring response she turned to meet his gaze. When their eyes connected briefly, he had quickly turned away and said, “She’s passable in looks, but nothing there to tempt me. Besides, I hadn’t seen anyone else offer to spar with her, no doubt she’s weak” he decided that Hinata was purposefully being avoided by other men for being too weak to be a worthwhile challenge and asking her would just be a waste of time.

What feelings of respect Hinata once had towards Sasuke Uchiha, had all instantly disappeared upon hearing him slight her as he had.

“You should return to the girl you were with. You’re only wasting your time here with me” Sasuke said so Naruto would stop pestering him and leave him alone to endure the remainder of this tiresome evening.