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bethanydelleman · 2 years

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Who is the Hottest Hero in Austen?

Hard to tell, given that Austen hardly describes anyone, but here is my personal rating based on quotes:

1. Edmund Bertram: drop-dead gorgeous. Of all the books, Mansfield Park really seems to dwell on how attractive the Bertrams all are as a family. Edmund’s hotness is so overwhelming that Mary is ashamed of his profession but impressed by his arm-candy qualities (I will take a moment to note that Mary does love Edmund for his integrity, it isn’t only lust on her side)

They were a remarkably fine family, the sons very well-looking… that the Mr. Bertrams were very fine young men, that two such young men were not often seen together even in London…. He will not do by the side of your cousin Edmund… my friends here are very much struck with his gentlemanlike appearance. Mrs. Fraser (no bad judge) declares she knows but three men in town who have so good a person, height, and air...

2. Captain Wentworth: very handsome. I give him extra props because Sir Walter Elliot is one of the most critical people of appearances and he is even impressed. Was he very fastidious in his hat wearing while at sea? Because you would think the harsh conditions would have affected his skin. Good genes I guess.

He was, at that time, a remarkably fine young man... a certain glance of his bright eye, and curl of his handsome mouth… how much handsomer, how infinitely more agreeable they thought him than any individual among their male acquaintance,.... No: the years which had destroyed her youth and bloom had only given him a more glowing, manly, open look, in no respect lessening his personal advantages. She had seen the same Frederick Wentworth….. when he [Sir Walter] saw more of Captain Wentworth, saw him repeatedly by daylight, and eyed him well, he was very much struck by his personal claims, and felt that his superiority of appearance might be not unfairly balanced against her superiority of rank

3. Fitzwilliam Darcy: handsome and tall. We do not get as much time focusing on Darcy’s looks as his wealth. So while I think he is good looking, he doesn’t seem to be quite Edmund or Wentworth level. Important to note: Wickham is almost certainly more physically attractive than Darcy.

Mr. Darcy soon drew the attention of the room by his fine, tall person, handsome features, noble mien… The gentlemen pronounced him to be a fine figure of a man, the ladies declared he was much handsomer than Mr. Bingley, and he was looked at with great admiration for about half the evening… “it is a handsome face”... “I am sure I know none so handsome”... “To be sure, Lizzy,” said her aunt, “he is not so handsome as Wickham; or, rather, he has not Wickham’s countenance, for his features are perfectly good.”... so handsome! so tall!

4. Charles Bingley: secondary to Darcy in hotness and wealth, but that’s okay, because everyone likes him better anyway.

Mr. Bingley was good-looking and gentlemanlike; he had a pleasant countenance, and easy, unaffected manners… He is so excessively handsome!... “He is also handsome… Oh! he is the handsomest young man that ever was seen!

5. Henry Tilney: good looking. He’s no match for his older brother, but he makes up for it by being awesome.

He seemed to be about four or five and twenty, was rather tall, had a pleasing countenance, a very intelligent and lively eye, and, if not quite handsome, was very near it… He looked as handsome and as lively as ever,... “How handsome a family they are!” … even supposed it possible that some people might think him (Captain Tilney) handsomer than his brother (Henry), though, in her eyes

6. George Knightley: Good looking. Unfortunately the only report I could find of Mr. Knightley’s physical appearance comes from Emma, who is an unreliable reporter given that she’s secretly in love with him. So I am not sure how well we can judge this quote (if you can find a better report of his looks please let me know):

His tall, firm, upright figure, among the bulky forms and stooping shoulders of the elderly men, was such as Emma felt must draw every body’s eyes; and, excepting her own partner, there was not one among the whole row of young men who could be compared with him

7. Colonel Brandon: he’s just a normal looking guy. And he wears flannel waistcoats, which is a mortal sin.

His appearance however was not unpleasing, in spite of his being in the opinion of Marianne and Margaret an absolute old bachelor, for he was on the wrong side of five and thirty; but though his face was not handsome, his countenance was sensible, and his address was particularly gentlemanlike.

8. Edward Ferrars: the dubious honour of being the least attractive Austen hero. He is plain.

He was not handsome… At first sight, his address is certainly not striking; and his person can hardly be called handsome, till the expression of his eyes, which are uncommonly good, and the general sweetness of his countenance, is perceived.

I tried to collect as many quotes as I could, but Jane Austen specifically points out that when you like someone they become more attractive, so it is very hard to judge exactly who is hot unless it is a first impression or narration.

Honourable mention: Robert Martin is also plain, but I’m not going to hold it against him. He’s a dear.

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siriuslygay1981 · 15 days

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Word count: 1,818 | Jegulus

Regulus was a weak weak man, how he became so feeble minded, he'll never know.

His eyes unconsciously trail over to the mop of brown hair that rests against the arm of the sofa. It had to be uncomfortable, he was sure the gryffindors neck would hurt for the rest of the day. He resists the urge to be soft and go get a pillow or something ridiculous.

Regulus slowly put his book down, not bothering to save his page, he didn't see the point. He probably wouldn't be back to finish the book anyways, which was a shame he had just gotten to the part where she rejected his proposal.

"You are mistaken, Mr.darcy, if you suppose that the mode of your declaration affected me in any other way, than as it spared the concern which i might have felt in refusing you, had you behaved in a more gentlemanlike manner…” he had murmured the words softly as he read it, careful not to speak too loudly with the faintly snoring boy next to him.

James had long since fallen asleep, his once gasping breaths now slow and even. James had somewhat acted how he expected when discovering the wretched truth..but he had surprised him in still staying. With the dark mark he knew he wouldn't make it out of this war alive..no matter what side won because he would not stay by the mad man he once idolized and the light side, as many called them, would surely never accept him, nor he them if he was honest. It was too much to get into so late in the war, he had chosen his side and he had no choice but to stick with it. He couldn't just switch sides as if this was some silly kids game.

He knew how the tattered book ended, he had read it a total of three times already. He remembers the first time, the late nights spent under his covers behind the closed curtains of his bed. Night after night he spent reading the pages, enraptured by the words that glided right off the page and pulled him in.

He remembers all the feelings that came with it.

The nights spent reading it had him longing for something, at first he couldn't place it but he knew what it was the second time around, the realization making him almost physically ill. He wasn't alone the second time through.

James would softly read the words to him as he swept his fingers gently up and down his arm leaving goosebumps behind and an aching burning need deep in his bones.

James didn't know how much power he had over Regulus, it was absolutely terrifying.

Sometimes it felt like he was bursting at the seams with the affection he held for the older boy

One night, as James was reading a chapter aloud, his hand absentmindedly running along his chest, he started to get closer to a certain passage.

Regulus’ already thumping heart seemed to speed up and stutter, his ears tuning into the deep voice.

He wasn't sure if he could handle james saying these next words, he gulped and looked up to the gryffindor who turned the page softly and continued. He glanced down at Regulus with a small smile, his voice lifting slightly.

Regulus let his eyes trail over the exposed skin before him. He trailed his eyes across the bump in his nose, his long eyelashes, his full lips, slowly trailing down to his throat and back up to the brown eyes he knew so well. He inhaled the scent that surrounded him, some earthy scent that always seemed to cling to the boy, like damp earth, sleekeazy’s, his cedar scented body wash.

His hearing tuned in again as if it knew the words were coming up

“You have bewitched me body and soul,-” he could hear James’ breath hitch as he read the next words, his mouth opening and closing before he continued to the next line

“and I love” he sounded breathless and Regulus could not for the life of him take his eyes off of him, his whole body attuning to James. He could barely exist in the same room with the stupid lovely boy, his heart raced, his mind blanked…he was a fool. A fool who just like the rest of Hogwarts, fell for the mischievous grin and large ego.

“I love, I love you.” his voice was husky and Merlin and Morgana both, Regulus was gone. He felt like he would physically spontaneously explode. Like all this…this thing inside of him was going to burst and he felt so overwhelmed, so full, he felt as if he was bathing in sunlight, the heated rays warming his body and heart. Anything James wanted…Regulus would do.

“And wish from this day forth never to be parted from you.” James paused, his eyes not leaving the book.

It was silent, tension filling the air.

Regulus slowly reached up for the book and immediately let it fall out of his hands and onto the floor, his body twisting as he sat up and removed his head from James’ lap. James frowned at the loss of contact but he zeroed in on regulus as he sat on his knees next to him.

Regulus reached forward his finger brushing against James’ cheek, like James couldn't help it, he sighed in content a shiver wracking his body.

Regulus let a small smile grace his lips, he never got over how responsive James was.

He cupped his face and rubbed his thumb over the beauty mark near his eye without really thinking about it.

James’ mouth parted, his eyes opening and staring at Regulus as if he was the only thing that mattered. He's sure neither would have noticed if the world was ending around them.

James leant forward, one hand coming up to grasp Regulus’ wrist

“Reg-”

He cut his memory off abruptly, he couldn't do this now. He softly lifts James’ feet off his lap and stretches.

He makes quick work of his last ends to be tied up. His mind drifted away and back as he wrote. He had to force himself to focus, begging himself to just get this over with. Dwelling on it longer than he had to only brought pain.

To the Dark Lord he starts, his hands trembling terribly.

I know I will be dead long before you read this. He resolutely didn't look at the sleeping form of James, he didn't dare let himself think of anyone else either.

but I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret. I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can.

Strong all consuming rage filled him. He had to do this. He was doing it…but he still hated the bastard. Regulus forces himself to calm down before he continues to write

I face death in the hope that when you meet your match you will be mortal once more.

Gulping he dips his quill in some more ink before signing off.

R.A.B.

Angrily…he hopes the dark Lord figures out it was him….beneath that he hopes he never finds out.

He lets the note dry before shoving it into the fake locket and standing up. The heavy metal sets against his chest as he inhales a shaky breath. It burns against his skin, his heart thumps wildly.

“You have bewitched me body and soul” he murmurs as he kneels in front of the sleeping boy's form. He brushes a strand of hair out of James’ face, his heart aching as James’ nose scrunches up

“And I love…I love..i love you. And wish from this day forth never to be parted from you.” he murmurs the last bit almost sardonically

He stands up, ready to leave and meet his end-

A hand grabs his wrist as he turns causing him to gasp at the unexpected contact.

“Are you really trying to leave after confessing your love to me?” a incredulous raspy voice asks

Regulus purses his lips and begs the blush on his face isn't noticeable

“I don't know what you mean Potter” he almost cringes at how obvious he is.

He clears his throat and turns back to the now awake man

“Let go, i have places to be..” he tries to sound stern but it sounds weak to his ears

“No, i don't know what you plan on doing but I know you…and I know that you are about to do something stupid..i also know you will not be going alone.” James stands up slowly his hand never leaving Regulus’ wrist

“I'm not taking you with me, James.” he whispers

He keeps his face blank, his eyes hard, he tries to sound stern. His voice wavering betrays him though.

He's afraid.

James softens slightly but shakes his head and grabs both of Regulus’ hands

“I'm not giving you a choice. You're not going alone”

Regulus glares at James and tugs his hands free, suddenly very angry.

“I'm not giving you a choice James Potter, i'm going.” he gulps at James’ expression and barely stops himself from reaching out

“Kreacher will be with me, i won't be alone.” he adds because he's weak

“Not enough-” James says harshly “That's not enough. I'm coming with you.”

They stare into each other's eyes neither wanting to back down. Regulus scowls, his eyebrows pinching together. James stays still, determined not to lose. Regulus was surprised at James' determination, usually he would have given up by now. Giving into Regulus’ harsh gaze, not wanting to push Regulus away or make him upset.

Regulus goes over a dozen stunning spells in his mind as James stares at him both pleadingly and sternly He crumbles for a moment, his face scrunching up in despair.

“Please.” he whispers hoarsely

Regulus is a terribly weak man. His walls crumble to the floor, his heart clenching painfully. Against everything he knows he should do…he wants to agree. He likes to think it took him longer than a split second before answering.

“Ok”

the word is out of his mouth before he can fully decide but by then it's too late. He's sure it would've ended this way no matter what he did, James potter made him a weak man and it shows. Mostly when that blinding smiles hits regulus and his knees almost give out

He lets out a shaky breath, his eyes glued to the brightly smiling man in front of him.

“But if you don't do as I say…I'll stun you and tie you up before leaving you in the forbidden forest-” he spits out viciously

James just brushes one of his curls out of his face tucking it behind his ear, a soft smile on his lips.

“Alright..” he murmurs

His hand stays there unreasonably long, neither notice.

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firawren · 5 months

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"Ungentlemanly," a Pride and Prejudice smutty fanfic

Explicit | Elizabeth/Darcy | 5k words

Tags: Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, 5+1 Things, Established Relationship, Married Sex, Library Sex, Vaginal Sex, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Dubiously Consensual Blow Jobs, Cunnilingus, 69 (Sex Position), Reconciliation Sex, Light Femdom, Dirty Talk

Summary:

Elizabeth once berated Mr. Darcy for not behaving in a “gentlemanlike manner.” Ever since her just reproof, he has been determined to always act like a perfect gentleman, even, or especially, within his marital bed. Gentlemen do not use obscene language to express their pleasure while carrying out their marital duties. Doing so would be an affront to his dearest, loveliest wife Elizabeth.

However, he finds this resolution harder and harder to keep as his marriage progresses.

And it is finally Elizabeth’s will that breaks him of it.

(Or, five times Darcy nearly loses control but restrains himself from talking dirty in bed, and the one time he finally lets loose, thanks to Elizabeth’s strong encouragement.)

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Beta read by @loonysama. Thanks for the helpful feedback!

NSFW excerpt under the read more link:

“May I use my mouth on you?” Elizabeth murmured against his lips, and his cock grew harder at the very suggestion.

“You—you would want to do that?” he said in a strangled voice.

“You have used your mouth on me, and I was, well, curious whether it can be done the other way around.”

“You need not do it,” he said weakly, though the idea of it sounded tremendously appealing.

“But may I?” Elizabeth asked, smiling slightly.

“If you wish,” he managed to choke out, rather than exclaiming how much he would like to feel her lick and suck his cock.

Her smile widened, and she moved down his body to his waiting erection. She tenderly pressed her mouth to it, at first, and Darcy hummed at the pleasant sensation of her soft lips against his flesh. But when she engulfed the head of his cock fully in her mouth, his pleasure jolted through him so fiercely that he could not stop himself from moaning, “Ohhh!”

He quickly clamped his mouth shut, but she looked up at him with a prideful sort of happiness dancing in her eyes, clearly pleased with the passionate reaction she had drawn from him. The look increased his arousal even further, heat flaring in his belly, for there was a perverse intimacy in having her eyes fixed on his while her mouth was stretched so obscenely around his cock. Again he could not help but groan, this time in the shape of her name. She smiled around his cock again, and he had to squeeze his eyes shut to block out the intoxicating sight that threatened to unleash words unfit for Elizabeth’s ears.

#pride and prejudice #fanfic #jane austen #jane austen fanfiction #jaff #sexy times #elizabeth x darcy #mr darcy #elizabeth bennet #my writing #my stuff

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rcedge · 10 months

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fw_darcy85 r/relationships

Could I [M28] have behaved in a more gentlemanlike manner?

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towez · 1 year

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hi! this is random but im heartbroken and just so sad right now and need some thing happy and i was wondering if you had any good, comfort 1988 fics to rec? thanks 💔💔💔

Hi Anon! I feel this from the tips of my toes to the very top of my head. If you wanna yell, scream, or be sad about this, my inbox is always always open!

I kind of made two lists for you? Here are some fics that are super cute, and I think will give you the feel good boost that we all desperately need right now.

A Sorta Faerietale

A More Gentlemanlike Manner

These next couple are not necessarily comfort fics, but they are comfort fics to meeeeeeeee. I read them whenever I am having a bad day, and they just hit every time. These are in no particular order, I love them all equally!

Make His Brown Eyes Blue

l'amour

For Richer Or For Poorer

My Heart Forgets To Beat

The Walls Kept Tumblin Down

Turnabout

I'll Be The Cure

Radical Acceptance

Love Is A Contact Sport

A Light-Handed Approach To Regulation

Anything by these authors mentioned above is gonna be a good time. There are a lot more fics that should be on both lists, but my brain is still sad. I hope you enjoy anon!

#anon #thanks for sending this in🥰🥰🥰#fic recs

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thedrarrylibrarian · 2 years

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Hello hello and happy Friday!

I am so excited to welcome my friend @fictional to the library! She's not only one of my favorite authors and artists, but one of my favorite people. You might also know her by her ao3 username, milkandhoney. She's brought us an amazing rec and I'm so excited to share it!

Like a recent anon (who was given excellent recs!) I’ve also been on a Pride & Prejudice kick. How could I not? It’s the original enemies to lovers -- a masterclass in prickly barbs and pining glances. And while I expected as much, the story I’m reccing, How to Overcome Pride and Prejudice in Eight Weeks by gglow has that and so much more. It takes the central conceit and places the reader outside of it, where Austen’s story pulls double duty as 1. a modern day set piece in the form of an undercover book club, and 2. an analogy used by the main characters to talk through the underlying romantic conflict.

Okay okay, that might sound a bit confusing. What you really need to know is that Harry and Draco are Auror partners on an undercover mission, trailing a suspect by any means necessary. Those means just happen to be disguising themselves as people who enjoy discussing why Mr. Darcy has zero social skills. But don’t think our favorite wizards are just sitting around with their ankles crossed -- there’s plenty of spicy moments and action, and scenes that combine the two (gentle spoiler: Harry is a himbo/gym rat with delicious abs who makes use of the showers. You’re welcome.)

How to Overcome Pride and Prejudice in Eight Weeks is basically a list of my favorite things: detective work, polyjuice, magical cats, jealousy, ensemble casts, a forest worth of pining and desperate shagging. The prose is clever, snappy, and immediately pulls you in. I adore stories that bring you into a character’s world. That tells you who they are, without holding your hand. Harry and Draco both feel like complete people with lives beyond each other and their work, but in the same vein, you can see how much the outside factors amplify who they are, and why Draco and Harry work so well when they’re together.

If that all weren’t enough, more icing on the cake: gglow is new to me! I literally found them this month while scrolling the Drarry tag! And they have more stories in their archive, which means if you enjoy this one, there’s even more Drarry to consume! How cool is that??

I’d love to geek out over their work with friends, so please feel free to slide into my DMs to discuss! Thanks again to DrarryLibrarian, for the opportunity to share this gem with you all <3

How to Overcome Pride and Prejudice in Eight Weeks by gglow (69,660 words, rated T)

Will they manage to navigate their first-ever high-stakes case while preserving their gentlemanlike manner? And most important of all… will they be able to overcome their pride and prejudice in eight short weeks and learn from one of the greatest Muggle authors that ever lived?

Thank you to the wonderful @fictional for joining us in the library for Happy Hour!

❤️ As always, if you find a fic you enjoy, please remember to leave the creator a kudos or comment ❤️

Lots of Love and Happy Friday!

#friday happy hour #happy hour rec #friends of the library #drarry #drarry happy hour #library happy hour #harry/draco #fic rec #friday fic rec #lots of love and happy friday

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dastardly-homo-writing · 8 months

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(Queer) Pride and Prejudice || Chapter Three

Chapter Three: Darcy Makes *Eye Contact* With Lezzie but Ultimately Leaves a Poor Impression

Not all that Mrs. Bennet, however, with the assistance of her five daughters, could ask on the subject, was sufficient to draw from her husband much satisfactory description of Ms. Bingley. They attacked him in various ways—with barefaced questions, ingenious suppositions, and distant surmises; but aside from the lone offhand complement of Bingley’s handsomeness he eluded the skill of them all. They were at last obliged to accept the second-hand intelligence of their neighbour, Lady Lucas. Her report was highly favourable. Sir William had been delighted with Bingley. She was quite young, confirmedly wonderfully handsome, extremely agreeable, and of a seemingly athletic disposition. And to crown the whole, she meant to be at the next assembly with a large party. Nothing could be more delightful! To be fond of dancing was a certain step towards falling in love; and very lively hopes of Ms. Bingley’s heart and hand (in multiple ways) were entertained.

“If I can but see one of my daughters happily settled at Netherfield,” said Mrs. Bennet to her husband, “and all the others equally well married, I shall have nothing to wish for.”

In a few days Ms. Bingley returned Mr. Bennet’s visit, and sat about ten minutes with him in his library. She had entertained hopes of being admitted to a sight of the young ladies, of whose beauty she had heard much; but she saw only the father. The ladies were somewhat more fortunate, for they had the advantage of ascertaining from an upper window that she wore a blue coat, and rode a black horse.

An invitation to dinner was soon afterwards dispatched; and already had Mrs. Bennet planned the courses that were to do credit to her housekeeping, when an answer arrived which deferred it all. Ms. Bingley was obliged to be in town the following day, and, consequently, unable to accept the honour of their invitation, etc. Mrs. Bennet was quite disconcerted. She could not imagine what business she could have in town so soon after her arrival in Hertfordshire; and she began to fear that she might be always flying about from one U-Haul to another, and never settled at Netherfield as she ought to be.

Lady Lucas quieted her fears a little by starting the idea of her being gone to London only to get a large party for the ball; and a report soon followed that Ms. Bingley was to bring nineteen companions with her to the assembly. The girls grieved over such a potential number of ladies, but were comforted the day before the ball by hearing that she brought only six with her from London—her five sisters and a cousin. And when the party entered the assembly room it consisted of only five altogether—Ms. Bingley, her two sisters, the husband of the eldest, and another dashing young companion.

Ms. Bingley was good-looking and gentlemanlike. She had a simultaneously boyish and girlish air about her. Her countenance was pleasant, her manners easy and unaffected. Her sisters were fine women in all eyes, with an air of decided fashion. Her brother-in-law, Mr. Hurst, merely looked the gentleman. Besides, the majority of the young ladies’ eyes fell elsewhere. Bingley’s friend Ms. Darcy soon drew the attention of the room by their fine, tall person, handsome features, noble mien, and the report which was in general circulation within five minutes after their entrance, of their having ten thousand a year. Possibly twelve thousand, though this insight had been spread from the mouth of Lady Trent, who was intelligent but adept at dishonesty.

Many in the room pronounced Darcy to be much handsomer than Ms. Bingley; it was not quite a case of more favourable appearance, but rather of a sharper allure. Their expression held a unique confidence as they first scanned the room. They were looked at with great admiration for about half the evening, till their manners gave a disgust which turned the tide of their popularity; for they were discovered to be proud; to be above their company, and above being pleased; and not all their large estate in Derbyshire could then save them from having a most forbidding, disagreeable countenance, and being unworthy to be compared with their friend.

Ms. Bingley had soon made herself acquainted with all the principal people in the room; she was lively and unreserved, danced every dance, most skillfully. There was, at the same time, a sturdiness to her movements which suggested a hidden display of musculature under her dark tailcoat. She was angry that the ball closed so early, and talked of giving one herself at Netherfield. Such amiable qualities must speak for themselves. What a contrast between her and her friend! Ms. Darcy danced only once with Mrs. Hurst and once with Miss Bingley, declined being introduced to any other lady, and spent the rest of the evening in walking about the room, speaking occasionally to one of their own party. Their character was decided. They were the proudest, most disagreeable person in the world, and everybody hoped that they would never come there again. Amongst the most violent against them was Mrs. Bennet, whose dislike of their general behaviour was sharpened into particular resentment by their having slighted one of her daughters.

Lezzie Bennet had been obliged, by the mismatched number of attendees, to sit down for two dances; and during part of that time, Ms. Darcy had been standing near enough for her to hear a conversation between them and Ms. Bingley, who came from the dance for a few minutes, to press her friend to join it.

“Come, Darcy,” said she, “I must have you dance. I hate to see you standing about by yourself in this stupid manner. You had much better dance, you insipid fool.”

“I certainly shall not. You know how I detest it, unless I am particularly acquainted with my partner. At such an assembly as this it would be insupportable. Your sisters are engaged, and there is not another woman in the room whom it would not be a punishment to me to stand up with.”

Lezzie pondered the origin of a friendship between two people who seemed so drastically different from one another. Whereas Ms. Bingley seemed gentle and eager, Ms. Darcy was cutting and conceited. Though, in Lezzie’s view, these were not the differences which most definitively drew a line between the two—no, not this at all. Ms. Darcy had an...intriguing air… about them, which Ms. Bingley did not…

This observation Lezzie would soon choose to discard.

“I would not be so fastidious as you are,” cried Ms. Bingley, brushing back her pale locks, cut just north of her collarbone, “for a kingdom! Upon my honour, I never met with so many pleasant girls in my life as I have this evening; and there are several of them you see uncommonly pretty.”

“You are dancing with the only handsome girl in the room,” shrugged Ms. Darcy, looking over at the eldest Miss Bennet.

“Oh! She is the most beautiful creature I ever beheld!”

“Wax not your poetry in front of me, I beg you,” drawled Ms. Darcy, and now Lezzie was struck, amusedly, by the lightly-mussed state of their short dark curls. Ms. Bingley was not the only one in attendance with a habit of playing with their hair.

“I say, there is one of her sisters sitting down just behind you, who is very pretty, and I dare say very agreeable. Do let me ask my partner to introduce you.”

“Which do you mean?” and turning round Ms. Darcy looked for a moment at Lezzie, till catching her eye, upon which she felt her breath catch in the most peculiar of ways. Eyes darkening, Darcy withdrew their gaze and coldly said: “She is tolerable, but not handsome enough to tempt me; I am in no humour at present to give consequence to young ladies who are slighted by others. You had better return to your partner and enjoy her smiles, for you are wasting your time with me.”

Ms. Bingley followed their advice. Ms. Darcy walked off; and Lezzie, shaking off their momentary connection, remained with no very cordial feelings toward them. She told the story, however, with great spirit among her friends; for she had a lively, playful disposition, which delighted in anything ridiculous.

The evening altogether passed off pleasantly to the whole family. Mrs. Bennet had seen her eldest daughter much admired by the Netherfield party. Ms. Bingley had danced with her twice, and she had been distinguished by her sisters. Jane was as much gratified by this as her mother could be, though in a quieter way. Lezzie felt Jane’s pleasure. Mary had heard herself mentioned to Miss Bingley as the most accomplished girl in the neighbourhood; and Catherine and Lydia had been fortunate enough never to be without partners, which was all that they had yet learnt to care for at a ball. They returned, therefore, in good spirits to Longbourn, the village where they lived, and of which they were the principal inhabitants. They found Mr. Bennet still up. With a book he was regardless of time; and on the present occasion he had a good deal of curiosity as to the events of an evening which had raised such splendid expectations. He had rather hoped that his wife’s views on the stranger would be disappointed; but he soon found out that he had a different story to hear.

“Oh! my dear Mr. Bennet,” as she entered the room, “we have had a most delightful evening, a most excellent ball. I wish you had been there. Jane was so admired, nothing could be like it. Everybody said how well she looked; and Ms. Bingley thought her quite beautiful, and danced with her twice! Only think of that, my dear; she actually danced with her twice! and she was the only creature in the room that she asked a second time. First of all, she asked Miss Lucas. I was so vexed to see her stand up with her! But, however, Ms. Bingley did not admire her at all; indeed, nobody can, you know; and she seemed quite struck with Jane as she was going down the dance. So she inquired who she was, and got introduced, and asked her for the two next. Then the two third she danced with Miss Bette, and the two fourth with Miss McCutcheon, and the two fifth with Jane again, and the two sixth with Lezzie, and the Boulanger—”

“If she had had any compassion for me,” cried her husband impatiently, “Ms. Bingley would not have danced half so much! For God’s sake, say no more of her partners. O that she had sprained her ankle in the first place!”

“Oh! my dear, I am quite delighted with her. She is so excessively handsome! And her sisters are charming women. I never in my life saw anything more elegant than their dresses. I dare say the lace upon Mrs. Hurst’s gown—”

Here she was interrupted again. Mr. Bennet protested against any description of finery. She was therefore obliged to seek another branch of the subject, and related, with much bitterness of spirit and some exaggeration, the shocking rudeness of Ms. Darcy.

“But I can assure you,” she added, “that Lezzie does not lose much by not suiting their fancy; for they are a most disagreeable, horrid person, not at all worth pleasing. So high and so arrogant that there was no enduring them! They walked here, and they walked there, fancying themself so very great! Not handsome enough to dance with!”

“But mother, they were most handsome, I must insist, electrifyingly so! —”

“Nonsense, Lydia. If you speak the truth then you should also find a toad handsome,” said Mrs. Bennet in her typical righteous manner, despite the falsity of her statement which was evident to all present. She addressed her husband: “I wish you had been there, my dear, to have given them one of your set-downs. I quite detest them.”

Once the conversation quietened, Mrs. Bennet and the girls, fatigued by their evening of excitement, retreated to bed. Mr. Bennet was alone once more. From underneath the book perched in his lap, he slipped out an old, weary letter.

#(Queer) Pride and Prejudice #queer #lesbian #pride and prejudice #jane austen #darcy #elizabeth bennet #darcy and bingley are both sexy in this

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2022.09.02

Complete fics posted on AO3 this day

1. Apple Tree by VaeraFaye [G, 1k]

►Draco asks Harry to go on a walk with him through his Apple Orchards.

2. How to Overcome Pride and Prejudice in Eight Weeks by @trash-tears [T, 69k]

►After four years of working together as rookie Aurors, a major case falls onto the desk of Harry and Draco’s cubicle. When they end up in a Pride and Prejudice book club on the tail of their suspect, both men get more than they bargained for: The legendary Jane Austen’s depiction of character draws out an awkward secret Draco’s been nursing for the past four years, and forces Harry to face the realities of his failing relationship with someone else. Will they manage to navigate their first-ever high-stakes case while preserving their gentlemanlike manner? And most important of all… will they be able to overcome their pride and prejudice in eight short weeks and learn from one of the greatest Muggle authors that ever lived?

3. Rumpology 101: How to Eat, I mean Read, Arse by @drwhoisginnyholmes [M, 3k]

►[...] After a rare exuberant review by Pansy, Draco knew he had to travel to New Orleans to experience his own Rumpology session at the famous Botanica de la Sorcellerie. He just didn't expect to know the owner.

#drarry #drarry fanfic #drarry fic rec #harry potter #draco malfoy #daily list #2022 #2022.09

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How to Overcome Pride and Prejudice in Eight Weeks by gglow

Summary:

After four years of working together as rookie Aurors, a major case falls onto the desk of Harry and Draco’s cubicle. When they end up in a Pride and Prejudice book club on the tail of their suspect, both men get more than they bargained for: The legendary Jane Austen’s depiction of character draws out an awkward secret Draco’s been nursing for the past four years, and forces Harry to face the realities of his failing relationship with someone else. Will they manage to navigate their first-ever high-stakes case while preserving their gentlemanlike manner? And most important of all… will they be able to overcome their pride and prejudice in eight short weeks and learn from one of the greatest Muggle authors that ever lived?

Link to Fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41442678/chapters/103930215

My Thoughts: This was such a fun fic to read, especially as a fan of Pride and Predudice book and 2005 adaptation. Harry and Draco’s mutual pining fuels me!!! It was both sweet and savory and all together wonderful.

Header Art generated by Wombo Dream.

#hpmd #drarry #drarry fanfic #drarry fic rec #Auror Draco Malfoy #Auror fic #auror harry #mutual pining #case fic #week 42 #I'm sorry for the late post!!! Life things piled up but I am back to business!#2022

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Mr Darcy Comforts You While Sick ♥ M4F ♥ British Accent ♥ ASMR ♥ Pride And Prejudice RP ♥ BF RP

It is a truth universally acknowledged that when you, my wife, have come down with a cold or light fever, it is only right and proper for me, your husband, to look after you in a more gentlemanlike manner."

Whilst this audio contains many Pride and Prejudice and Jane Austen references, I've refrained from calling the listener by name, so you can imagine yourself as Lizzy Bennet or your own self-insert should you prefer. xxx

#youtube #audio #pride and prejudice #mr darcy #comfort #british accent #ged #gedaudio

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#IFTTT #AO3 works tagged 'AUSTEN Jane - Works'#Jane Austen #fanfic #fanfiction

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bethanydelleman · 1 year

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Hotness of Jane Austen’s Dubious Men, Rated

Back by popular request! After rating hero men, heroine women, here are the other men by hotness:

1. John Willoughby: ridiculously good-looking. Too bad he’s also a coward and a first rate a**hole

in a manner so frank and so graceful that his person, which was uncommonly handsome, received additional charms from his voice and expression… His manly beauty and more than common gracefulness… His person and air were equal to what her fancy had ever drawn for the hero of a favourite story… I think he is extremely handsome… I hear he is quite a beau, and prodigious handsome… he certainly is not so handsome as Willoughby

2. George Wickham- Very handsome. The whole town is infatuated with him, including Elizabeth, for quite some time. It seems very likely that he is more attractive than Darcy (see my hero list for reference)

of most gentlemanlike appearance… All were struck with the stranger’s air… His appearance was greatly in his favour; he had all the best part of beauty, a fine countenance, a good figure, and very pleasing address…. but Mr. Wickham was as far beyond them all in person, countenance, air, and walk

3. Philip Elton: Very handsome, but his delicate compliments drive Emma out of the room to laugh. Seems to have the whole town in a flutter!

Mr. Elton is a very pretty young man…He was reckoned very handsome; his person much admired in general, though not by her, there being a want of elegance of feature which she could not dispense with… Mr. Elton’s being a remarkably handsome man… Mr. Elton had not his equal for beauty or agreeableness

4. Captain Tilney: Handsome. Catherine might not be that impressed, but she only has eyes for Henry.

very fashionable-looking, handsome young man… She looked at him with great admiration, and even supposed it possible that some people might think him handsomer than his brother,

5. Frank Chuchill - Very good looking, though as Emma has only seen a few people in her life, Miranda-esq, it’s hard to tell. I left out Mr. Weston’s description as it is way too biased.

“She believed he was reckoned a very fine young man… he was a very good looking young man; height, air, address, all were unexceptionable, and his countenance had a great deal of the spirit and liveliness of his father’s; he looked quick and sensible.

6. Sir Walter Elliot: So hot at 24 that his wife’s only mistake was being taken in by his manly beauty. Still looks good at 54, a real silver fox

vanity of person... He had been remarkably handsome in his youth; and, at fifty-four, was still a very fine man… His good looks… Modest Sir Walter! He was not allowed to escape, however. His daughter and Mrs Clay united in hinting that Colonel Wallis’s companion might have as good a figure as Colonel Wallis, and certainly was not sandy-haired.

7. William Elliot: He is not handsome, but is not called plain. A relatively good looking guy, probably aided by his wealth and dressing well.

He seemed about thirty, and though not handsome, had an agreeable person…. He did justice to his very gentlemanlike appearance, his air of elegance and fashion, his good shaped face, his sensible eye; but, at the same time, “must lament his being very much under-hung, a defect which time seemed to have increased; nor could he pretend to say that ten years had not altered almost every feature for the worse…. Mr Elliot was better to look at than most men, and he had no objection to being seen with him anywhere.

8. James Rushworth: He’s fine. We also know he must be tall because he mocks Henry’s shortness so often. Sorry Rushworth, all the growth happened in height and not in your mind.

there was nothing disagreeable in his figure or address

9. William Collins: At least he has height! Heavy-looking may not mean fat in this context.

He was a tall, heavy-looking young man of five-and-twenty. His air was grave and stately, and his manners were very formal.

10. Henry Crawford: He’s short and not good looking, but you don’t notice because he’s so freaking charming

Her brother was not handsome: no, when they first saw him he was absolutely plain, black and plain… but as she still continued to think Mr. Crawford very plain… “I do not think him at all handsome.” “Handsome! Nobody can call such an undersized man handsome. He is not five foot nine. I should not wonder if he is not more than five foot eight. I think he is an ill-looking fellow.

11. John Thorpe: Ugly and boring, pretty sure he is also poor, so nothing going for him.

He was a stout young man of middling height, who, with a plain face and ungraceful form, seemed fearful of being too handsome unless he wore the dress of a groom, and too much like a gentleman unless he were easy where he ought to be civil, and impudent where he might be allowed to be easy.

Note: I used “dubious” because I have a hard time saying that say, Frank Churchill is a straight up villain. But these are the main male antagonists. I guess Rushworth is barely even an antagonist, I just wanted to include him to make it clear that he isn’t ugly.

Also note: I am still waiting for a properly hot Sir Walter, Hollywood/BBC!

Last note: Tom Bertram is probably just as hot as his brother Edmund, who we all remember won the hero hotness

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but rather less like a ball / clarissa x robert : @deedeeindie

The village of Nottingman danced away the winter chill along to harmonious lutes + mandolines strummed. Couples line the country house dance floor two-by-two to dance the most fashionable dances that the London Society made popular this season. It was a scene that Robert like to avoid. Business inquiries were accumulation each passing day: barns needed new roofs + sick oxen needed examinations. However, his best friend, Nicholas Darling, commanded to Robert to “get out of the house + dance with pretty women.

Albite Robert did agree with Darling that be was becoming listless in his own home, but this was not a setting to lighten his spirits. Well mannered frivolity was all well in the proper mood, yet Robert would rather be pouring over expected farming outputs for the next summer. So, Robert sipped on his Madeira wine by the bright + warm hearth alone.

“Bertie,” his sister Dorthea started. “Your face could sour cream. Tell me how I can make you smile?” Her face was saturated with affection. Her gown was a green woolen skirt over a petticoat of pale muslin and Robert looked equally as handsome in his dark grey overcoat + maroon breeches.

“I’d rather listen to little Robert recite the Kings of England than be here a moment longer,” Robert confessed + tipped back the rest of his wine before he waved for a third glass.

“Come now,” Darling interjected. “You have many friends here. And there are many that can be introduced at a dance.” Just as Darling finished his comment, a new acquaintance was about to be made.

#deedeeindie #clarissa x robert #v/ a more gentlemanlike manner #p/ but rather less like a ball #p/ robert #yooo #you do not have to match lenght #i was setting a scene #!!!#<333

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A Truth Universally Acknowledged // Anthony Bridgerton

Request: Hi angel! I love all of your stories, especially your Bridgerton and work! Is there any way you could write something soft and fluffy for Anthony and a female reader! PLEASE AND THANK YOU - Anon.

A/N: I haven’t written for Anthony in what seems like forever! As much as I love Benedict, I do love writing Anthony fics. This isn't overly long, I just wanted to write something soft and fluffy that’s entirely domestic as well. I hope you all like! Title is a quote from the first line of Pride and Prejudice (further quotes from the book are in italics).

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x Fem!Reader.

Warnings: none - fluff, books, marriage, happy relationships, cute.

Word Count: 1.6k

The house is silent as Anthony strides through the waiting, open door. He nods his greeting to the Butler, Wilkins, before letting the weariness that had haunted him all day settle over his bones.

“Wilkins?” Anthony asks; no need to voice the question. Wilkins knows.

“Lady Bridgerton is in the Green-and-Gold, sir.”

Anthony smiles at the Butler. “You really do know everything.”

Wilkins smiles; nods his head. “It is my job, sir. Lady Bridgerton has already told me that you will take your final meal of the day in there, too.”

Anthony takes the stairs two at a time; refusing to accept his laboured breathing by the time he reaches the top. He was not an old man yet; he was still a very active man.

Turning left, he wanders blindly to the Green-and-Gold room named for the colour scheme of the walls and the furniture. His late grandmother had decorated the room; so fondly remembered by her ancestors that each refused to change a thing in the room save for any upholstering that needed to be done occasionally.

He finds you sitting on the left hand side of the room; the comfier side as argued by everyone who visits the room. Your legs are curled underneath you as your eyes pour over the page of an open book in your lap. From here, Anthony cannot possibly hazard a guess as to what you might be reading, but he feels a twinge of jealousy at the attention being paid to the book and not to him.

Well, love makes fools of us all, Anthony thinks to himself. “Darling,” Anthony greets in one single breath, as if the sight of you makes it all the easier for him to breathe.

“Darling,” You smile, standing from your seat, coming to greet the man you love with every fibre of your being. “How was your day?”

Anthony groans as he removes his jacket before tugging at the knot of his cravat. “Long,” He complains, struggling with the neckpiece. You smile at your husband, batting his hands away from his neck so you can take over. You feel the heat of his gaze as your hands work to do undo the knot he had tightened with a single tug; as the fabric unravels under your nimble fingers your husband reaches out to squeeze your waist.

“Thank you,” He whispers, voice full with an emotion you can’t quite decipher. Love? Weariness? A combination of both? Anthony looked ragged as you run your eyes over his face.

“I’m sorry that your day has been taxing, my love.”

“It’s all the better now that I’m here with you.”

“Flatterer,” You tease with no real heat behind your words. Anthony beams at you; eyes crinkling in the corners from the force of it as his hands tighten on your waist and his head dips to capture your lips in the kiss he has been thinking about for the better part of his day.

Breaking away, Anthony plants one, two, three kisses to your lips in quick, chaste succession leaving you breathless and highly amused. “How was your day?” He asks, curious as ever to find out what his wife does when he isn’t at home to distract you.

“Dull,” You answer plainly, enjoying the feel of Anthony’s strong arms around you.

“Dull?”

You purse your lips, thinking over your plans for the day so far. “I suppose dull doesn’t work. It hasn’t been dull at all.”

“Oh?”

“I’m only saying it because I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” He murmurs, kissing you once more. “What are you reading?” Anthony asks when he pulls away, spying the book laid delicately on the couch.

“Eloise let me borrow it. She gave me it when I called to see her this morning,” You answer, leaving the comfort of Anthony’s arms to take your seat on the couch.

“Darling, you know we have an entire library full of books, don’t you?”

Fixing him with an unimpressed look, you counter, “Your sister read this and thought of me. The least I could do is read it.”

“Alright,” Anthony sighs, knowing a losing battle when he sees one. “Budge up.”

“Pardon?”

Anthony gestures to the couch. “Make some room for me.”

A puzzled look settles across your face, but you follow the request, nonetheless, shifting on the couch so Anthony has room to sit down.

Anthony settles with his head on your lap; offering you a self-satisfied smile when you raise an eyebrow at him. “Comfy?” You ask, voice laced with humour.

“Very,” He responds. “Will you start from the beginning? I don’t want to miss anything.”

Chuntering about high maintenance husbands, you mark the page you got to before returning to the beginning. “Anything else before I begin?”

“Nothing… Oh, one thing.”

“That is?”

“I love you.”

Any previous ire you felt towards your husband disappears at those three magical words. The frustrated slant to your brow evens out as you reach out to stroke a hand through his hair and down the side of his face.

“I love you too,” You answer earnestly, feeling the power of the emotion running through you.

A peaceful look crosses Anthony’s face as your words sink into his skin like a balm on an open wound. He had felt neglectful lately; not spending as much time at home as he would have liked. He felt bad for leaving you so alone. Without children, you were your own companion throughout the day, and whilst you had both discussed having children, Anthony was to be left mildly vexed at the thought of you spending your days alone until a child was born.

The opening of parliament combined with Anthony’s seat in the House meant that he was spending more and more time in Westminster and less time with you.

A ratio Anthony was not fond of.

“I’m ready when you are,” He whispers; eyes focused on your face so he can watch every reaction and see every syllable leave your mouth.

Flashing an annoyed look at your husband, you take a deep breath and begin:

“It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.”

“What?” Anthony asks, eyebrows furrowed.

“Hush,” You admonish half-heartedly before continuing.

“However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his first entering a neighbourhood, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of the surrounding families, that he is considered as the rightful property of some one or other of their daughters.”

“This author is a genius,” Anthony exclaims, his voice awed as he tries to catch a glimpse of the cover to see the author’s name. “Who wrote this?”

“Are you going to comment the whole way through? I’ve barely read two paragraphs.”

“Sorry, darling, but I have to know. Who wrote this?”

“Her name is Jane Austen.”

“Well Jane Austen is a genius. In two paragraphs she’s captured what it is like to be a single man with a fortune in and amongst the sharks with unattached daughters.”

“Sharks?” You ask, highly amused at your husband’s words.

“Mothers,” Anthony shudders, remembering what it was like to go through so many seasons still unmarried. A Viscount with two seats of power combined with a hefty ancestral fortune – many mothers didn’t care whether Anthony would love their daughters; they simply wanted a fortuitus marriage that would leave them set for life.

Anthony thanks any and all gods and deities out there that he found his love match in you. You had taken him by surprise; Anthony had already resigned himself to a season with countless mothers forcing their daughters onto his arm. Until one evening early into the season, he had been listening to Gregory whine about the workload at Eton when his eyes met yours from across the room. In a total state of cliché, Anthony met your gaze, and he knew. He knew that he was going to spend the rest of his life loving you, worshipping you. He knew that whatever his future held, you would be right there weathering it alongside him. In a single glance from across the room, he knew.

You were married before the season finished; a special licence dispensed after a favour from the Archbishop called in. Anthony couldn’t wait; didn’t want to wait – he wanted to start the rest of his life with you as soon as possible.

Your light laughter breaks Anthony out of his reverie. “They aren’t all that bad,” You argue. “I suspect you’ll be worse than me when it comes to our children.”

Anthony snorts; doubting your words but loving the way you speak so openly about your hopeful future family. Clearing your throat, you continue to read on.

Anthony settles further into your lap; letting the calmness of your voice wash over him. After a moment of watching the concentration on your face, Anthony lets his eyes slip closed. He has no intention of falling asleep; he simply wants to enjoy this moment to its fullest.

“Mr Bingley was good looking and gentlemanlike; he had a pleasant countenance, and easy, unaffected manners. His sisters were fine women, with an air of decided fashion. His brother-in-law, Mr Hurst, merely looked the gentleman; but his friend Mr Darcy soon drew the attention of the room by his fine, tall person, handsome features…”

A snore interrupts your rendition of Pride and Prejudice. Pausing mid-sentence, you look down to your lap where Anthony has fallen asleep so peacefully. Smiling softly at the man, you close the book, placing it to one side before running a hand through Anthony’s ever-unruly hair. He hums contentedly, pushing his head further into your hand as you begin to scratch at his scalp.

As you watch Anthony doze dreamily, you feel your eyes lose the fight against the growing tiredness. Your hand stills in Anthony’s hair as you fall asleep alongside your husband, utterly content at the path your life has taken considering it led you to him.

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Bridgerton Taglist: @heloisedaphnebrightmore @dreaming-about-fanfictions @now-its-time-for-a-breakdown @janelongxox @aspiringsloth20 @wallwriterstuff @magicalxdaydream @darkestbeforethedawn16 @gryffindors-weasley @spideysz

#anthony bridgerton x reader #anthony x reader #anthony bridgerton #anthony bridgerton imagines #Bridgerton #bridgerton fanfiction #bridgerton imagines

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rocohen20 · 2 years

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Fic Rec: University/College AU- Part 2

Part 1

Sidney Crosby & Patrick Kane

-Missing him was dark grey all alone, by AbschaumNo1, 12,578 words

Sidney and Patrick become fast friends when Patrick mistook Sidney’s ass for Jonny’s. Since then they’d been joined at the hip, and naturally, people thought they were datings. It leads to problems in the pining area.

Sidney Crosby/Patrick Kane/Jonathan Toews

-BF and BF, by Vertex, 22,253 words

Sidney and Jonny are best friends and Jonny and Patrick are dating. But when Siney started to develope feeling for Patrick, it got a all lot confusing.

I really liked the frienship that each of them had with each other.

Patrick Kane/Jonathan Toews

-A More Gentlemanlike Manner, by Linsky, 1,957 words

Jonathan loves being a librarian, but hates the people. His nerves are tested when he transferred to the undergrads library.

Paul Martin/James Neal

-do you remember when I mowed your lawn? (mowed your lawn), by McSpot, 4,780 words

Paul came back to college, and James talking about his college student boyfriend in the lockeroom. It leads to some misunderstanding.

Jeff Skinner/Eric Staal

-Any Road Will Take You There, by ukiyo91 and yukonecho (yavanna), 27,260 words

Jeff took an assistent job for promissing graduate degree student Eric, it leads to feelings.

Sidney Crosby/Evgeni Malkin

-[Podfic] Seven Calls, by xan_reads (xancredible), 32:52 minutes

[Original Written Work: Seven Calls, by Fanforthefics (StormDancer), 3,336 words]

Seven calls Sid had with his Evgeni, who is not his boyfriend, upon gratuation.

-Wild Winter, Warm Coffee, by Northisnotup, 3,165 words

Sid is the captain of the hockey team, as a result he get's hit on constantly. So of course it would be just his luck to shut down the one he actually wanted to date.

Sidney Crosby/Claude Giroux

-Happy Accidents, by meanestvenus, 5,770 words

5 times they met on accident and the 1 time it was on purpose.

-Hey Jealousy, by Katybug1992, 3,217 words

5 times alpha Sidney didn't admit he was jealous of omega Claude's company, and 1 time he did.

Nicklas Backstrom/Alexander Ovechkin

-[podfic] Sovereignty, by growlery, 02:42:28 hours

[Original Written Work: Sovereignty, by jolach, 23,105 words]

After a rookie joins the university's drag team Alex is discovering a lot of new things.

Travis Konecny/Nolan Patrick

-[podfic] just for the halibut, by clachnaben, frecklebombfic (frecklebomb), growlery, and xan_reads (xancredible), 16:29 minutes

[Original Written Work: just for the halibut, by callabang, 1,789 words]

Nolan and TK are college roommates. They also co-parenting a fish.

I reccomand listening to the unadited Podfic version, because you can hear them laughing over the ridiculousness of the both of them. Also, it was a good behind-the-scene watching for a recording of a Podfic.

GOOD READING EVERYONE!

#ao3 #fan fiction #Fan Fiction Recommendation #Patrick Kane #sidney crosby #Jonathan Toews #paul martin #james neal #Jeff Skinner #Eric Staal #Evgeni Malkin #Claude Giroux #Nicklas Bäckström #alexander ovechkin #travis konecny #nolan patrick #enjoy

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