Deadline - An LBD Fanfic
I was totally unprepared for the reaction to this fic. I didn’t expect half this many people to read it, let alone get this invested in the story. This fic sprang into my head over spring break almost completely formed, and I didn’t really have much to do, so I thought I’d try my hand at writing fanfiction. 15,000+ words later, this ‘little’ project has gotten completely out of control in the best way possible. Thank you for reading.
It’s Christmas 2017 and Lizzie, Darcy, and Gigi are all at the Darcy cabin for the holidays. Gigi is determined to make sure Darcy proposes to Lizzie, and Darcy is determined to make Gigi pay for “The Lizzie Trap.”
Dizzie Fluff, Darcy Sibling Feels, Team Figi scheming and Lizzie and Darcy Trolling
Inspired by aeternamente’s post here
Link to the whole thing.
Coward - William Darcy
2:55am. Sunday, December 24, 2017. The Darcy Ski Cabin.
William Darcy couldn’t sleep. Coward, coward, coward. The word circled his thoughts like a wolf circling its prey. I’ve had enough Darcy complements today. He pictured her expression as she’d said the words. Had she intuited what he’d been about to do? Had that stare of hers meant she wasn’t ready? Was she rejecting him again? You should have just gone through with it, one side of him thought, this was just another excuse to postpone it, you coward. Coward. Coward. All day that word had been echoing through his mind. But the other side of him insisted Lizzie had known what he was about to do, and had been trying to warn him off. Coward. Even if she had been, a third part chimed in, wouldn’t it have been better to know? At least then you could get some sleep. Coward.
He’d spent the rest of the day in a daze, hardly able to remember where he was. He’d avoided Gigi, who he was sure would have some choice words for him at some point, and barely spoken two words together. Lizzie had asked him if something was wrong, but he had claimed a headache. She didn’t look entirely satisfied by that answer, but she hadn’t pressed the subject any farther. He had been this close to going through with it. If Lizzie had just waited one second longer…
Next to him, Lizzie was sleeping peacefully, oblivious to his inner turmoil. He wanted to hold her and never let her go. He wanted to explain to her everything that he couldn’t explain because when he was around her, he felt like he’d never spoken English before in his life. Almost just mouthing the words, he whispered to her “Elizabeth Bennet, the past four years have been the best four years of my life. Every day you challenge me to be a better, kinder, and wiser person. I want to spend the rest of my days with you. I love you. Would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” She just sighed and rolled over in response. Even asleep she was rejecting him.
Coward, coward, coward. The pressure in his chest was unbearable. There were at least three parts of his brain at war with each other, and not a single one of them would give him a moment’s peace. Giving up on sleep for the foreseeable future, and hoping work would at least distract him enough to take the edge off, he slipped out of bed, grabbed his glasses, and put on his slippers. He had intended to go downstairs to the office, but when he saw the sliver of light poking out from under Gigi’s door, he found himself there instead. Knocking gently, he quietly called out, “May I come in?” A few seconds later, the door opened. “I didn’t wake you, did I? I saw that the light was on and -”
“No, I was awake. Come on in.” She stepped back to let him come into her room. The room was periwinkle and white, with a snowflake theme. Gigi and his mother had decorated it together when Gigi was younger. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked nervously at Gigi. He wanted to let her get her rant out. When she was angry, he’d learned it was better to let her have her say, and then respond. “I hope you’ve come to apologize for jerking me around so much these past couple days. I am your sister! I’m trying to help you out, and this is how you repay me? I would have thought better of you William! This isn’t like you!” The effectiveness of this rant was somewhat diminished by the fact that it was delivered in a whisper, but the sentiment was not lost on Darcy, who silently added guilty to the ever-growing list of emotions he was experiencing simultaneously.
“I-I am sorry Gigi. At first I was just trying to have a little revenge for your ‘deadline.’ I planned on going through with it at the ice skating rink but then-” he didn’t want to finish the sentence.
All of the anger drained from Gigi’s face. She sat next to Darcy on the bed and put an arm around him. Her voice full of concern, she asked “What happened?” Darcy told her everything. How he’d had the box in his hand, what Lizzie had said, and what he thought it might mean. “You think too much.” Gigi responded with a smile. “And didn’t you learn anything from the first and second times you told Lizzie how you felt about her?”
“What?” That was not the response he’d expected.
“The only way to know for sure what Lizzie is thinking and feeling is to ask Lizzie. You can’t learn that from midnight conversations with your sister, or trying to deduce things from her facial expressions or her tone. No more excuses, William. Or are you forgetting you have a deadline?”
He smiled at Gigi. “How could I possibly forget?”
“Now,” Gigi continued, “I’m sure you have a plan in mind right now, and I know you’re not telling me what it is—and that’s fine—but whatever that plan is, right now, you’re going through with it. I don’t care if you have a better idea, I don’t care if you can’t find your purple tie, I don’t care if you are going into anaphylactic shock, whatever plan is in your head right now, that’s how and when it’s going down.” Darcy opened his mouth to object. “No. I don’t care what you’re about to say. Whatever it is, it doesn’t matter. Not really. If everything goes perfectly, you’ll have a sweet story to tell everyone. If everything goes terribly wrong, you’ll have a funny story to tell everyone. Either way you’ll still be engaged, and that’s the important bit.”
“So you are done trying to set it up for me?” Darcy looked at her incredulously.
Gigi placed her hand on her heart. “No more scheming. I promise, for real this time. Not until New Year’s Eve.”
“I cannot wait until you get a boyfriend.” Darcy smiled, “You are going to be in so much trouble.”
“I suppose that’s only fair.” Gigi gave him a gentle shove with her shoulder. “Now shoo so I can get some sleep.”
He walked to the door and paused. “Goodnight, Gigi,” He whispered.
“Goodnight, William.” He had almost finished closing the door when she added, “and William?”
“You’re not a coward.” He smiled and closed the door behind him.