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Please note: Some of the stories posted here contain adult material not meant for the under 18! You can recognize them by the (movie inspired) rating code 'R' or 'NC17'.

Horizon of Hope
by Renée
[short story - Regency/PG13]

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Mr Darcy's nausea increased with every step he took into one of London's numerous slums one desolate afternoon in the late summer of 1812.
The subtly perfumed handkerchief he held in front of his sensitive nose helped but very little against the well nigh unbearable mixed stench of urine, excrement and vomit, of illness and death, of thin beer and mouldering food.

To Love Unselfishly:
Mr. Darcy Faces His Ghosts, a tale in three parts
by Renée, Roya and Lisa L
[completed - Regency/PG13]

This story is inspired by Charles Dickens' 'A Christmas Carol', but makes no attempt to follow his storyline with any accuracy, even though Darcy is visited by three spirits on Christmas Eve to show him the past, the present and the future. We have deliberately kept our own writing styles, so the variations in each section are the result of our individual styles.

Tempus Fugit
[Modern/PG13]
by Renée

I've written this modern P&P vignette some five years ago, shortly after my (then) 18-year-old daughter expressed a wish to spread her wings. Writing these few words down helped me get over those overwhelming feelings that a phenomenon called 'nostalgia' can cause from time to time. Certain things in life are bound to come to an end, but fortunately the memories will remain. Some of it is fiction, lots of it is fact.

A Nocturnal Encounter
by Renée

[Short story - Regency/R]

This vignette is not exactly new. It used to be chapter 4, part 2, of my WIP 'The Grand Tour', a story I am currently revising and hope to post again in the near future. Initially, I wrote this WIP as a what-if, in which Elizabeth and Darcy reach an understanding much sooner, namely in Hunsford, the very day after the disastrous first proposal. This part of the old story tells the events during the night following the day in which the couple exchanged a chaste kiss in Mr. and Mrs. Collins' garden... As it shows some similarity with the - IMHO - very romantic and poignant second proposal scene in the new P&P movie, I edited it to share it with you (again).

Rudeness Repined
by Renée

[Short story - Regency/PG 13]

once again Elizabeth is not inclined to dance...

"Pray Miss Bennet, do not you feel a great inclination to seize such an opportunity of dancing a reel?"

Upon hearing Mr. Darcy's rather unexpected question, Elizabeth looked up from her book somewhat confused, but composed herself almost immediately and replied with cold civility: "I thank you no, Mr. Darcy, a reel is tolerable, I suppose, but not appealing enough to tempt me." Elizabeth expressed this rather pert opinion a little louder and sharper than she intended and was overheard by the other persons in the room. Each and every one of them had a reaction of some sort...

Colonel Fitzwilliam and Mrs. Collins Take a Stroll
by Renée

[Short story - Regency/R-NB]

Mr. Darcy and Colonel Fitzwilliam are on the verge of leaving Rosings Park for London and they call on the parsonage to bid the Hunsford party farewell. To Mr. Darcy's great relief Elizabeth is not there and he takes his leave as soon as propriety allows. The Colonel insists on waiting for her and, to kill the time, he proposes to take a stroll about the garden. Since Lady Catherine expects Mr. Collins to show her the sermon for next Sunday's service that very afternoon and Maria Lucas wishes to write a letter to her parents, they prefer to remain inside to apply themselves to their respective occupations. However, Charlotte is most willing to oblige and accompanies the colonel on his stroll...

A Waiting-woman's Woes
by Renée
[Short story - Regency/PG]

Grumbling and groaning, fuming and foaming, sizzling and sputtering... In a state of utter agitation, Lady Catherine De Bourgh of Rosings Park stumbled indecorously into the carriage, assisted by her waiting-woman, Rose Carlisle. It was very easy for Rose to see that the lady was most seriously displeased...

Indeed she is, dear readers, most seriously! Lady Catherine is on the verge of leaving for London after her fruitless visit to Hertfordshire.

When So Much Beauty is Before You
by Renée

[Short story - Regency/PG13]

Whilst Sir William Lucas, the host of the party, put himself out to impose Elizabeth upon Mr. Darcy, rambling on as he did so about her beauty and desirability as a dance partner, a seemingly bored Mr. Darcy observed the tableau in front of him in complete silence. He listened with only one ear, and his countenance expressed perfect indifference. However, this was but appearance. Mr. Darcy was not bored, not in the very least! One aspect of Miss Elizabeth Bennet's pleasing figure had drawn his full attention: the alluring sight of her low neckline. Her decolletage was a little too daring to be called proper in polite society, he imagined, but utterly tolerable to observe indeed. Mr. Darcy assumed that this was quite acceptable in the less polished society to which Meryton belonged. After all, in this small country town in Hertfordshire it was obvious that savagery had not yet fully developed into civilization...

On Welcome Intelligence and Conflicting Emotions
[Short story - Regency/PG13]

Keep this in mind, old boy, it is a truth universally acknowledged that a handsome young woman, however great her wit, however intoxicating her smell, however seductive her mouth, however fine her eyes, and however light and pleasing her figure is now, will eventually alter into her mother.... Hoping, rather than believing that this thought should help him get over his attraction towards Miss Elizabeth Bennet, Mr. Darcy retired to Netherfield's poorly equipped library in order to read and distract his uneasy mind...

George Wickham's Sweet Revenge
by Renée

[Short story - Regency/PG13]

Good Lord, this cannot be true! Darcy of all men, in Hertfordshire? What business could he possibly have here? Surely, there must be an important reason for his presence in this tedious part of the country. I dare say this is not exactly the society he would seek voluntarily: far too little refined for his taste, if you ask me. Who is his companion? I do not recall ever meeting him before. This jumble of thoughts and impressions filled the head of George Wickham, who had grown pale with trepidation when, shortly after making the acquaintance of the Longbourn party, had discovered whose form was gracing the back of the fine black stallion before him...

You Do Not Know What I Suffer
by Renée
[Short story - Regency/PG]

"Hill! Oh, Hill! Where are you, Hill? Why are you never there when I need you? Bring my tea now. Have you no compassion on my poor nerves?" After ringing the bell a second time with the last strength she could muster, enforcing the sound of it with her piercing voice, a very low-spirited Mrs. Bennet fell back on the pillows of her bed, groaning and grumbling.Poor Mrs. Bennet. What agonies she suffered. Indeed, every single soul who witnessed the manner in which she amused herself the previous night did not need much imagination to comprehend how she felt...

Charles Bingley's Dashed Expectations
by Renée

[Short story - Regency/PG13]

Bingley absentmindedly stared into the tumbler of brandy he was enjoying, ignoring the idle talk of the gentlemen boasting of their latest amorous conquests and various other 'sports' in which they excelled. He loathed the disrespectful manner in which his friends discussed the young women of their acquaintance. Admittedly, he had not been very different from them in the not so distant past. He had been in love, or so he had thought himself to be, many times, but after umm... 'dance' or two with the object of his passion in a private room well away from the ballroom, his admiration always decreased rapidly and the fluttering sensation in his stomach that he felt upon seeing or thinking of the lady in question simply ceased...

Nocturnal Torments
by Renée
[Short story - Regency/PG13]

...I shall endeavour to find some opportunity of putting this letter in your hands in the course of morning.I will only add, God bless you. Fitzwilliam Darcy

When Mr. Darcy signed his letter to Elizabeth Bennet he was utterly and completely exhausted. His right hand felt numb, his body cold and his mind empty... but he did not care. It did not signify that he had not slept all night; In fact, he cared not for anything but the woman who seemed to be lost to him forever. Her lovely face haunted him; her fine eyes, her rosy cheeks, her red lips, her sweet smile... Softly he let her name flow over his lips: Elizabeth, Lizzy, dearest, loveliest Elizabeth...

Colonel Fitzwilliam and Mr. Darcy Take a Stroll
by Renée
[Short story - Regency/PG]

A little fatigued by his aunt's ostentatious share in the conversation and most anxious to ascertain the reason for his cousin's unusually withdrawn behaviour of late, Colonel Fitzwilliam suggested a stroll around the estate. The weather was fine and thus a perfect circumstance to enjoy the outdoors in Kent for one last time. As excellent a walker as Mr. Darcy was, he hardly ever declined such an invitation and he consented readily to this one. He, for his part, needed to get away from the suffocating atmosphere of Rosings and longed for some fresh air. Apart from that, a stroll with his cousin might keep his mind away from Elizabeth for a while. Thus, both cousins went on their way, each of them for different motives.

Elizabeth Faces the Truth
by Renée
[Short story - Regency/PG]

Elizabeth got up early after a sleepless night during which she had tried to compose her thoughts. She felt confused, angry, quite sad and, if she could be truly honest with herself, flattered: being proposed to by such a great man... being loved by him! Thinking of the future prospects of her family, the idea that she had acted too hastily, even selfishly, crossed her mind, but she dismissed it quickly. No, he had been cruel towards his father's protégé, he was arrogant and, what was worst, he had ruined Jane's only probable chance for happiness. How could she ever esteem, let alone love, such a man? She reviewed the events of the previous day and could not but come to one conclusion: refusing him was the only right thing she could have done. Papa would surely understand, though she had no intention of telling him. The thought of her mother's probable reaction to her second refusal within a time span of half a year - this time, the rejection of a man of 10,000 a year! - made her shudder... All the smelling salts in the world could not be enough to soothe her hysteria...

Mr. Darcy's Resolve
by Renée
[Short story - Regency/PG13]

In essentials, Mr. Darcy was not of a disposition to act without reflection. Like a chess player he thoroughly considered and calculated the possible results of every single move he ever made. Impulsiveness simply was not part of his vocabulary: until he met Miss Elizabeth Bennet of Longbourn. Almost from the beginning of his acquaintance with this attractive gentleman's daughter from Hertfordshire, who was so different from all the young women he knew, it seemed as if his world and everything he had ever believed in had been turned upside down...

No Cause to Repine: En Route for Hertfordshire...
by Renée

[Short story - Regency/PG13]

But the wife of Mr. Darcy must have such extraordinary sources of happiness necessarily attached to her situation, that she could upon the whole, have no cause to repine...

No cause to repine... no cause to repine... no cause to repine... With a smile on his face, Elizabeth's words, as brought to him by his aunt, kept going through Mr. Darcy's head on the cadence of the wheels of his carriage that was bringing him back to Hertfordshire in the fastest possible manner. Faster he thought, the carriage must go faster... And, suiting the action to the word, he opened one of the windows of the carriage and instructed the coachman to drive up the horses.

My Good Qualities Under Your Protection
by Renée

[Short story - Regency/R]

Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy's wife of but one day, one evening and a very good part of one night, the former Miss Elizabeth Bennet, took a turn about the room, enjoying the quiet atmosphere surrounding her. There were no sounds to be heard but the gentle snoring of her husband and the rain softly tapping against the windowpane. The world seemed to be completely at peace, exuding a serenity that was most welcome to Elizabeth after the dream which tore her from the depth of her slumber in the middle of the night...